Do i know you?

This is a closed rp blog for Jake English at the University of Skaia.

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Treasure Hunters

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Whoops. He had been found out. What an unfortunate and totally unpredictable happenstance. “Oh! Oh, oh golly gee, I’m sorry. I was just, bored?? And I started drawing you and I hope to god I haven’t offended you in any way and-”

Jake was cut off by a loud shushing from the teacher, who had heard his flustered and rushed rant. Several other students turned to look at him as well, and if he hadn’t been blushing before, he definitely was now. From sheer embarrassment, obviously. (This sucked.)

Mouth pressed into a thin line, he pointedly looked back at his paper, but the only thing to look at on it was the drawing of the guy next to him. Great. Just great. Jake scribbled a quick message onto the sheet, ‘Really though! I offer up my most sincere apologies over this shitstorm.’ and passed over to the boy, staring at a very engaging spot on the ceiling all the while. 

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Dirk snorted out a soft laugh at the flustered rant. At least he was honest. When other students turned their way he returned a neutral look of indifference. 

When he recieved the note he scrawled back. It’s fine. But seriously,  a picture last longer and is a better ref because it doesn’t move. He passed the note back and waited a reply copying notes while he waited. 

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This guy did make a good point; stationary refs were, for lack of a better word, stationary. But there were some virtues towards using a live model as well, and he made sure to take note of them in his reply. 

‘Yes i suppose you do have a point there! However its far easier to take stock of dimensions when working with picture that isnt two dimensional. If you dont mind perhaps i could borrow you after class for a demonstration of sorts? I hope i dont sound strange or anything but id love to try and finish the piece or even make something even more elaborate out of it!’

Question of the day: Was Jake hitting on this guy? If he was, it was completely unintentional. But who knooooooooows.

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High Hopes

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“Hm. It appears we’re at a bypass here.”

Despite his words, the grin on Jake’s face had widened, becoming more genuine. He didn’t know who this gal was; heck, he didn’t even know her name yet! But whatever it was about her, well, there was something. Something spunky and curious and adventurous. 

And lordy knows that Jake was a fan of adventure. “My dear, I’ve got just the solution to our joint predicament! And that is trekking throughout the school grounds until we stumble upon our destination by a stroke of lady luck’s fortune. Unless you’ve got a better idea?”

He shouldered his bags, prepped and raring to go, before a thought struck him. “Oh! Real quick before it slips my mind,” Jake muttered, pulling out a faded leather journal and opening it to a blank page, “Would you mind if I wrote your name down in here? I’d hate to appear creepy, but I’m afraid my memory has more holes than a leaky lifeboat, and I’m oft to forget important details.” 

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There was something about him and the way he carried himself that Aradia just seemed to find hilarious. “I think that’s the best idea we’ve got. Besides, I won’t get a hang of this place until I just… Walk around it. For a while.” She laughed a bit.  She didn’t even think twice when he asked if he could write her name down. “Of course you can. It’s Aradia Megido. That’s Ah-Rad-Ee-Ah. Because I’m extremely rad. And it’s spelt A-R-A-D-I-A M-E-G-I-D-O.” She recited her name, and made sure to make the point of how her first name was pronounced, because of course it was one of her favourite jokes to make.  “And it’s nice to meet you, Jake English.” And it was. He certainly seemed to match her amount of energy, which was always good. She always found it difficult growing up to find others with whom could keep up with her and her constant running around and adventuring. 

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“Well, howdy ho then, Aradia! I shan’t introduce myself any further for the moment, as we do have a journey to be embarking upon.” Jake finished writing down her name with a flourish of his pen, and even had the time to scribble down some extra notes. 

Sparkly eyes that are super duper rad. Long and crazy hair that looks just a tad like grammas. And a spirit of adventure just as blazing as my own!! :D

He’d add in more later. Maybe. 

Tightening his hold on his bags, he let loose a brief laugh, spurred on by the excitement of meeting someone so similar to himself. “Walking is good for the body and soul alike! At least, that’s what my gramma used to say. Keeps you fit as a fiddle, and invigorated like a junebug in July! I might’ve botched that last bit, but...something along those lines.” Though he trailed off by the end, Jake’s enthusiasm wasn’t affected in the slightest. Golly, he was practically bouncing on the spot!

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Treasure Hunters

Jake English was ridiculously bored.

There were three problems with his current situation: One, the classroom’s AC was broken, and the heat was both mind numbing and terribly stifling. Two, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the current subject material; history was dreadfully dull, and he had never understood the virtue in discussing the politics of old and dead men. Now, wars were a wholly different topic, and could get interesting on occasion! Unfortunately, the only war was the one on his attention span, and Jake was sorely losing that one.

Third and finally, the teacher’s voice was nothing more than a monotonous drone in the background of his head, and these three factors were doing a spectacular job at lulling him into a hazy stupor. But no! He would not fall asleep!! He would not fall asleep!!!

Normally, this is the part where he would fall asleep, good intentions notwithstanding, but for once, perseverance won out. Jake pinched his thigh hard, dull nails digging into his skin and leaving little pale marks. More importantly, the left a slightly higher sense of awareness in him. 

Mark him in for the land of the living! As well as the land of still really fucking bored. For a few minutes, he scanned the faces of his classmates, looking for anyone that he might recognize. Being new at the school was bad enough, but then again, everyone was new to this school. Still, when that was added in on top of his…memory issues, Jake found that he really didn’t know anyone? There was a girl who he was mostly sure was also in his dorm area. What was the name again? Profit? Prolapse? Forget it. 

Sitting in the desk about a foot away from him was a blond boy, scruffy haired and seemingly just as bored as himself. The teen looked vaguely familiar to Jake, as if he had seen him passing by in the halls? Who knows. Returning his attention to the (blank) piece of paper on which he was supposed to be taking notes, Jake decided to just ignore the purpose of this entire class for an entirely new objective. 

Drawing the mystery fellow next to him. Just some sketchy doodles, nothing fancy. The anatomy was a little out of proportion, and it was clear that Jake was just an amateur, but all in all, it could be worse. He glanced back at the other boy, just for reference, and went pale when he realized that the unnamed teen was staring straight at him. 

Shit.

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Dirk had been determined to stay focused on one of his favorite subjects. But how can one focus when it’s a middle aged man, droning on and on and on about the neolithi revolution. We get it. New tools. First stone tools. First civilizations. eight thousand BC. Got it. Please. MOVE THE FUCK ON.  Nor could he focus with the feeling of being watched. He’d been cutting looks at the boy to his left. Curious about him. Until he noticed he kept looking at him. Frowning he placed his arm on his desk put his hand on his cheek and waited for him to look back up at him. 

When he did Dirk smirked,”You know, a picture lasts longer.” He winked behind his shades, though the motion was lost, he was going to try and unnerve the other one. 

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Whoops. He had been found out. What an unfortunate and totally unpredictable happenstance. “Oh! Oh, oh golly gee, I’m sorry. I was just, bored?? And I started drawing you and I hope to god I haven’t offended you in any way and-”

Jake was cut off by a loud shushing from the teacher, who had heard his flustered and rushed rant. Several other students turned to look at him as well, and if he hadn’t been blushing before, he definitely was now. From sheer embarrassment, obviously. (This sucked.)

Mouth pressed into a thin line, he pointedly looked back at his paper, but the only thing to look at on it was the drawing of the guy next to him. Great. Just great. Jake scribbled a quick message onto the sheet, ‘Really though! I offer up my most sincere apologies over this shitstorm.’ and passed over to the boy, staring at a very engaging spot on the ceiling all the while. 

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Hotawhat?

Ah yes, the library. A quiet place, full of books and knowledge. A place that currently housed a conked out Jake English, softly snoring on a stack of books that he was supposed to be studying. It wasn’t his fault that book work hardly suited him! He had been homeschooled for most of his young life, after all, and his education prior to Skaia University had consisted of colorful presentations, engaging discussions, botany, and the occasional sharp shooting. 

Well, the sharp shooting was more than occasional. But still. Pouring through dusty old tomes was most definitely not a life style fitting for a rugged young lad like himself! Especially when he found himself rereading sentences several times in a row, due to forgetting them near instantaneously. It was just so dreary, and repetitive, that Jake found himself drifting off and...

Whoops. Here he was. Asleep. He really needed to stop falling asleep all the time. Inside his mind, he was free to drift through fantasy after fantasy of adventures, puzzle solving, and saving the day time after time again. It sure would be nice if dreams could come true.

But, alas, that would take some freaky powers that he most certainly did not possess. 

Jake was dragged back to consciousness by a sharp tap on his shoulder, and when he looked up with bleary heavy eyes, a lovely sight greeted him. Wowzarooni.

“Um, uh, nice t’meet you, who’re you??”

The man, the myth, the legend. Slayer of hearts and champion of love. Jake English.

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High Hopes

If his life were a movie, the synopsis would likely read something along the lines of, “Sheltered Socially Inept Teenage Boy with Mysterious and Uncontrollable Powers Attends a Private School of Similar Teenagers after the Untimely Death of His Grandmother.” 

However, contrary to his views, Jake English’s life was not a movie. Not for lack of trying, of course. Cut to the present, ‘opening number’ if you will, and the aspiring adventurer could be seen walking down one of the school’s many hallways, dragging behind him several loaded suitcases. If someone were to stop and listen, they would hear him softly humming what sounded like a mash-up of various action movie themes under his breath. 

What did he think this was, a musical montage? (Why yes, he did indeed think that. Stfu.) But that was hardly important, and all this exposition is proving to be nothing more than a load of needless drivel being forcibly shoved down our throats, like a spoonful of that flavorless mash that people insist on feeding to babies. Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind of wandering thoughts, Jake continued along his way, with a shine in his eyes and a jaunt in his step. 

Nauseating optimism aside, he was going to have to admit that he was lost eventually. Not right away, however. By Jove, he had his pride!!!! 

….yeah, he was totally stuck in a directional ditch. So to speak.

Which meant, to his misfortune, that Jake would have to ask for directions. From a stranger, no less. Might as well get it over with. Plastering a smile onto his face, Jake stopped the first person to pass him by, sputtering slightly at first before adjusting. 

“Erm, if you don’t mind my asking, would you happen to know which way the Prospit dorms are located? I’ve landed myself rump-first in one tizzy of a turn around, and I’m afraid that in a school this big, I must turn to those around me for help! If that’s alright. I mean, if you don’t know where they are either, I can just…find someone else! But it would be a ginormous help if you could lend me a hand. I’m Jake, by the by! Jake English.” 

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Aradia herself was a bit lost. A bit, she would insist, she at least knew vaguely of what building she was in. And where she intended on getting, which was back to her dorm. The dorm opposite to the one the boy would ask her for directions too in a few minutes.  For the time being, however, Aradia was seemingly walking around uselessly. Which is how she got to know places. Following a map never did her any good. She’d have to freely explore the place and then she’d know it by the back of her hand. A skill gained by many years of doing it in every single new place she visited.  Which is exactly what she was doing in every single building of this new school. Except the Prospit building. She didn’t think it’d go over too well with those in the dorm to have her, someone from the other dorm, wandering around for the sake of “exploration”. Normally for her “Do not Enter” signs were a challenge, but she had had her fair share of getting in trouble for exploring in the wrong place, and she too knew what was considered appropriate and what wasn’t.  However when this boy did ask her where that dorm was, she did have the answer. She did not have the answer for how to get there from the exact spot where they were standing.  “Well, Jake English,” Aradia began with a matching grin. “I do know where that building is.” And she paused a moment. “But the question is, do you know how to get out of this one?” 

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“Hm. It appears we’re at a bypass here.”

Despite his words, the grin on Jake’s face had widened, becoming more genuine. He didn’t know who this gal was; heck, he didn’t even know her name yet! But whatever it was about her, well, there was something. Something spunky and curious and adventurous. 

And lordy knows that Jake was a fan of adventure. “My dear, I’ve got just the solution to our joint predicament! And that is trekking throughout the school grounds until we stumble upon our destination by a stroke of lady luck’s fortune. Unless you’ve got a better idea?”

He shouldered his bags, prepped and raring to go, before a thought struck him. “Oh! Real quick before it slips my mind,” Jake muttered, pulling out a faded leather journal and opening it to a blank page, “Would you mind if I wrote your name down in here? I’d hate to appear creepy, but I’m afraid my memory has more holes than a leaky lifeboat, and I’m oft to forget important details.” 

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Treasure Hunters

Jake English was ridiculously bored.

There were three problems with his current situation: One, the classroom’s AC was broken, and the heat was both mind numbing and terribly stifling. Two, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the current subject material; history was dreadfully dull, and he had never understood the virtue in discussing the politics of old and dead men. Now, wars were a wholly different topic, and could get interesting on occasion! Unfortunately, the only war was the one on his attention span, and Jake was sorely losing that one.

Third and finally, the teacher’s voice was nothing more than a monotonous drone in the background of his head, and these three factors were doing a spectacular job at lulling him into a hazy stupor. But no! He would not fall asleep!! He would not fall asleep!!!

Normally, this is the part where he would fall asleep, good intentions notwithstanding, but for once, perseverance won out. Jake pinched his thigh hard, dull nails digging into his skin and leaving little pale marks. More importantly, the left a slightly higher sense of awareness in him. 

Mark him in for the land of the living! As well as the land of still really fucking bored. For a few minutes, he scanned the faces of his classmates, looking for anyone that he might recognize. Being new at the school was bad enough, but then again, everyone was new to this school. Still, when that was added in on top of his...memory issues, Jake found that he really didn’t know anyone? There was a girl who he was mostly sure was also in his dorm area. What was the name again? Profit? Prolapse? Forget it. 

Sitting in the desk about a foot away from him was a blond boy, scruffy haired and seemingly just as bored as himself. The teen looked vaguely familiar to Jake, as if he had seen him passing by in the halls? Who knows. Returning his attention to the (blank) piece of paper on which he was supposed to be taking notes, Jake decided to just ignore the purpose of this entire class for an entirely new objective. 

Drawing the mystery fellow next to him. Just some sketchy doodles, nothing fancy. The anatomy was a little out of proportion, and it was clear that Jake was just an amateur, but all in all, it could be worse. He glanced back at the other boy, just for reference, and went pale when he realized that the unnamed teen was staring straight at him. 

Shit.

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High Hopes

If his life were a movie, the synopsis would likely read something along the lines of, “Sheltered Socially Inept Teenage Boy with Mysterious and Uncontrollable Powers Attends a Private School of Similar Teenagers after the Untimely Death of His Grandmother.” 

However, contrary to his views, Jake English’s life was not a movie. Not for lack of trying, of course. Cut to the present, ‘opening number’ if you will, and the aspiring adventurer could be seen walking down one of the school’s many hallways, dragging behind him several loaded suitcases. If someone were to stop and listen, they would hear him softly humming what sounded like a mash-up of various action movie themes under his breath. 

What did he think this was, a musical montage? (Why yes, he did indeed think that. Stfu.) But that was hardly important, and all this exposition is proving to be nothing more than a load of needless drivel being forcibly shoved down our throats, like a spoonful of that flavorless mash that people insist on feeding to babies. Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind of wandering thoughts, Jake continued along his way, with a shine in his eyes and a jaunt in his step. 

Nauseating optimism aside, he was going to have to admit that he was lost eventually. Not right away, however. By Jove, he had his pride!!!! 

....yeah, he was totally stuck in a directional ditch. So to speak.

Which meant, to his misfortune, that Jake would have to ask for directions. From a stranger, no less. Might as well get it over with. Plastering a smile onto his face, Jake stopped the first person to pass him by, sputtering slightly at first before adjusting. 

“Erm, if you don’t mind my asking, would you happen to know which way the Prospit dorms are located? I’ve landed myself rump-first in one tizzy of a turn around, and I’m afraid that in a school this big, I must turn to those around me for help! If that’s alright. I mean, if you don’t know where they are either, I can just...find someone else! But it would be a ginormous help if you could lend me a hand. I’m Jake, by the by! Jake English.” 

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him...

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Dirk shrugged. He'd given his name, but Jake had told him he had memory problems. So repeating it was fine. "Its Dirk."

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Going into his journal, he stopped short upon seeing the name already written there, along with his chumhandle. Shoot. "Oh, uh...never mind, it must have given the old noggin a slip." Hurriedly, he grabbed the rest of the books on his list, starting to head towards the checkout area. 

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d...

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Dirk nodded,"I do! It's timeausTestified. Though I have an AR. I made it when I was thirteen. So if you get a piece of shit talking to you. Ask if you're talking to AR. It'll give you his program description." He.said. now bragging a little. But he'd created his own auto responder at thirteen. Who else could say that!

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"Let me just...scribble that down..." It was really more of a mutter as he scrawled the handle down in that ever-present journal of his, finishing with a flourish of the pen. "Expect a message within the near future from a certain golgothasTerror! I can't be sure what it might entail, but it'll be a message nonetheless." 

Humming distractedly, he strolled down one of the nearest shelves, scanning the spines of the books with a cursory eye before settling on a collection of mathematical theories, balancing the textbook in the crook of his arm. Looking back at Dirk, he stared for a moment at him before giving a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand awkwardly. "Gracious, all this and I haven't even caught your name yet! Looks like my manners up and booted themselves straight out the window."

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d gotten to tall and heavy.

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Dirk smilies,"I will."

The pick up line was washed out from it lack of use on anything but his anime club. But success. He set his gym bag by Jake's and walked to find his book. His advanced classes would be difficult but he could do it. Especially since he'd done it since advanced classes were offered.

"Im in advanced everything and taking the senior physics class as an elective."He told Jake. Not bragging but saying if Jake wanted to study his regular classes to he could study with him.

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"Well, here's hoping you don't mind frantic messages at ungodly hours, calling in need of notes and the like. You wouldn't happen to have a chumhandle, would you? It might be a little outdated, but I enjoy the simplicity of Pesterchum's features."

Smooth moves, English. You get that guy's number. Or, well, handle. Same difference. 

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What.

History class: the very bane of Jake's existence. It wasn't the actual content that he loathed. In fact, it was incredibly interesting! The only problem was that the information was delivered in the form of a lecture, and it was slowly growing harder to keep his eyes open. That phrase 'in one ear and out the other' was scarily accurate in this moment, and it didn't even sound like the teacher was speaking English anymore.

"English! Pay attention, please." Oh. Now they were speaking English. (Ba dum tish.) Sitting up in his seat, Jake tried to regain his focus on the lesson, glancing down at the piece of paper on which he was supposed to be recording his notes. Scratched onto the sheet were several lines of barely decipherable phrases, surrounded by shitty doodles of faces that were only partially recognizable to his sleep addled brain.

Picking up his pen again, he returned to note-taking, scribbling down something about the Reformation in chicken-scratch handwriting. It was mere seconds before he was nodding off again, before being startled back to attention by a finger tapping his shoulder. Turning towards the source, Jake blinked blearily at his classmate, mouth turned down in a grimace. "What."

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d gotten to tall and heavy.

The ideal gymnast was...

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He nodded,"That's cool I think. And understandable. I'm able to manipulate sound waves so don't kill me if I serenaded outside your window on some wind instrument. I'm partial to the flute." He said attempting to test the waters of flirting.

He dated once but they flipped thinking he was burning himself. He stopped dating after that. Maybe Jake wouldn't do that? Or he may be like Dave and lash out at him. But it's only on accident.

"So uh, are you in the advanced courses? If so maybe we could study together sometime?"

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Was this guy hitting on him? Jake wasn't exactly a stranger to other people's advances on him, and despite some of his more, let's say, oblivious tendencies, he had still learned to discern when someone was showing an interest. And he'd be a monkey's uncle if that wasn't some washed out form of a pick up line.

Smiling back at Dirk, he set his bag down on a nearby library table, just for the time being. Yes, of course he brought a bag with him: he needed someway to carry his textbooks back to his dorm. "They only put me in a few advanced courses, just Algebra and English Lit. Lordy knows I'm worthless when it comes to History, and all these Science classes have such an abundance of vocab words that I'm left in the dust far too often."

Fishing out his book list from the journal, Jake started to head towards one of the aisles, but not before flashing a wink over his shoulder at Dirk. "But studying sounds fine and dandy! I'll just have to ask that you send me a heads up first if you're going to go tooting your horn. Or, well, flute."

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d gotten to tall and heavy.

The ideal gymnast was under one hundred and...

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Dirk snorted and dipped into a courtesy,"That you Ser, English." He said walking in.

"I'm sure my twin wouldn't mind you much either. If he does I'll put out the fires. Just don't can the flames."He said chuckling half heartedly at his pun. "What are you abilities if you don't mind me asking?"

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"Would it make a smidgen of sense if I said I was a little unsure?" Following behind him, Jake quietly shut the door so as to avoid disturbing the quiet peace of the library. "I know it sounds all sorts of odd, with the supernatural nature of this school put into questions, but I've always been a little confuzzled about this."

"I've got the occasional burst of energy that comes ripping out of me like a hurricane, but before I can actually get a handle on the whozits and whatzits, they've buggered back off to wherever they came from. Then again, my memory's awful enough as is."

"I doubt I've mentioned it, but you're speaking to the residential amnesiac. My apologies in advance if I forget your name!"

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d gotten to tall and heavy.

The ideal gymnast was under one hundred and ten pounds and under...

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Dirk nodded,"Same as everyone else here. I'm talented and a recipient of Sopor." He said shrugging,"You are. No English's are in the Derse Dorms."

He weaved through the buildings sidewalks and side streets stopping at the library,"I'm in Derse dorms. But no one is there yet. Just me my twin is somewhere and a girl named Rose."

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"Mayhaps I'll pop in sometime for a visit?" Jake laughed at his own joke, cracking open the journal (again) to scribble down something (again). "On a similar note, you're always welcome over in Prospit! I'm sure my roommate won't mind, too much."

Ever the gentleman, he stepped ahead of Dirk to push open the door to the library, accompanying it with a sweeping hand bow mainly for show, along with another giggle-snort. "After you, mister Strider."

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d gotten to tall and heavy.

The ideal gymnast was under one hundred and ten pounds and under five three. Dirk had...

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Dirk nodded and walked out in front of him. His arms no longer hid by his long sleeved shirt had pink burn scars littering his arms and newer blisters peeked out from under the leather. No one had asked yet. So maybe no one would worry enough to question them.

"Prospit dorms are east side of campus so" -he spun around a moment-" that way." He said walking to his left.

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Close on his heels like an excited puppy, Jake tried to keep from staring at the marks that his new found friend's arms bore, keeping in mind that it was probably something personal. His grandmother had raised him to have flawless manners, and to inquire into someone else's affair was just downright rude. 

"Oh, Prospit dorms? I think I'm rooming there, it sounds familiar..." With a glance at his notebook, he confirmed it for himself, jogging lightly to keep up with Dirk as he continued his attempt at small talk. "So what brings you to these hallowed halls of knowledge? If you don't mind my asking, I mean, I wouldn't want to intrude."

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d gotten to tall and heavy.

The ideal gymnast was under one hundred and ten pounds and under five three. Dirk had reached five six and...

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"Yes. E books. However the library is by prospit dorms on the east end. If you'll wait a.moment and let me put on my other clothes I'll go with you to. I have to pick up mine as well." He said grabbing his t shirt and putting it on after taking off the under armour. He grabbed his gym back off the floor and put on his tennis shoes.

"But none of our course books are e books. I'm Dirk by the way. Dirk Strider."

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The moment he got Dirk's name, Jake cracked open the journal he had been holding, retrieving a green pen from his pocket and scribbling down something in it. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dirk. I'm Jake! And I'd be honored to have your accompaniment on the journey over."

By the time he looked back up, Dirk had already finished changing. How convenient. Adjusting his bags in anticipation, Jake took a few hasty steps towards the door before pausing and glancing back at his new found friend. "Lead the way, perhaps?"

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Backflips

Dirk Strider did gymnastics as a kid. He’d enjoyed it until they kicked him off the team. He’d gotten to tall and heavy.

The ideal gymnast was under one hundred and ten pounds and under five three. Dirk had reached five six and despite his best efforts to remain within the weight limit had…

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As the someone spoke his feet hit the beam out of instinct of being banned from his old gym. It didn't help his trying to turn mid standing back up and falling off. "Ow. Fuck, ok. What?" He asked looking at the other. Cute. Almost like a puppy.

He stood and looked at him,"Who are you? What are you looking for? Don't you know better then to sneak up on someone with this feet over their head? Like seriously?" He asked putting on his glasses.

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That was uh...probably not the best thing to happen. Oops. "Erm. I'm Jake English, I'm looking for the library, as was previously stated, and sorry? I suppose? You alright over there? I'd offer you a hand but it seems you've managed to sort things out all on your own."

This was not how he wanted his first impression to go with just about anyone, and seeing as this was the first person he had run into so far, things were not looking up. "I just needed to go pick up a few books and all, and I may have gotten a little confuzzled on the way there? Any helpful tips slash tricks you might be able to offer to a poor, lost soul?"