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heard you're tryna sell your soul baby

[ceciliacastlemore-blog]

With a wave, she slowed down her run before coming to a total stop. “Look, I get what you’re trying to do. Really do.” Cecilia found herself sighing lightly. Of course someone was going to stop her on her run. It was the one thing that going to St. Arcanus had as a bit of a down fall. She looked down at the watch on her wrist, ticking away the timer she had started. Well that was all but useless now. Reaching for the small button on the side she stopped the numbers and turned her attention fully to the person who had stopped her. “Now what was so important, you had to stop my run?”

[vndie-blog]

“your shoe’s untied,” andie said with slim to no feeling, regretting stepping in front of her in the first place. she wasn’t even sure if her shoe actually was untied, but she was clearly looking for answers that andie simply didn’t have. nothing was important, and she hadn’t meant to stop her. she was just trying to cross her path.

[vndie-blog]

[iamcam]

Thinking about the growing collection of wildlife Julian had in his room, courtesy of Cass and his desire to see Julian’s room turned into a zoo, Julian couldn’t help a small smile. “Well – check back in a week and I think there’s a high chance I will have a rabbit,” he responded, entertained by the notion, more comfortable distracted by his thoughts. “However, for now, my next trick is… trying to zip my bag up.”

[vndie-blog]

“sick,” andie said, a mix of teasing and actual amusement. there was no way he could do it, even if it were possible, she didn’t think this waif of a dude would risk pulling a rabbit out his ass-- or his bag. “this should be good. try sitting on it if it’s too much.”

[winonawaitesmith-blog]

          “well,” winona said, taking a moment to think before she spoke, eyes fixated on andy’s finger like the gesture were as vulgar as what it represented. “you never know these days.”

[vndie-blog]

“technology is amazing,” andie droned, detaching before starting in on some politically charged conversation she couldn’t give less of a shit about. she took another sip of her coffee, enjoying the burn of it on her tongue. “so, secret bathrooms, check. what about parties? or is that against policy, too?”

[vndie-blog]

TEXT MESSAGE → OPEN

JULIAN: So. There may or may not be a mouse named Fred on the loose in Waitesmith. Maybe. According to some rumours. Please don't panic -- he's very friendly, but also very greedy, so don't give him cheese, and just let me know if you spot him. His wife Belinda would like to see him back soon.

ANDIE: waitesmith the building or the girl

ANDIE: you gotta be clear about these things bud

[iamcam]

Julian raised a slight eyebrow at Andie’s request, not sure if she was mocking him or had a genuine interest. “I have more tricks than fitting things into a bag,” he replied, picking at the sleeves of his jumper, his nose twitching a little. He disliked the uncertainty of confusing conversations. “Although don’t expect any rabbits to come out of it.”

[vndie-blog]

“well, i’m only in it for the rabbits,” andie said, the slightest hint of joking in her voice. “i guess i’ll just have to see what you got next.”

[winonawaitesmith-blog]

          “impressive,” winona said, with a smile that was more of a grimace. “then the odds of  you choosing a door you’ll like have improved to 2:3 – unless you have a thing for urinals?”

[vndie-blog]

“i don’t, in fact, have a thing for urinals,” andie smirked, wiggling her index finger in a phallic way.

[indecipherables]

“i think we should have like a moral low points system where you can cash in those points that you save up over the year. i’ll pitch it to the student council. you can add me to that list for sure, i live for that illegal sugar - it tastes almost as good as rebellion does.”

[vndie-blog]

“great. thanks for really doin’ your constituents proud. haven’t you heard? illegal sugar is rebellion. better stock up.”

[winonawaitesmith-blog]

          “Beyonce didn’t go to STAG,” Winona pointed out. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t know any Larsens, so you’ll have to make a name for yourself all on your own.” She gestured to a set of three, unmarked doors. “One of those leads to the janitors closet, one of them leads to the boys’ room, and one of them leads to the exit. Which will it be?”

[vndie-blog]

andie let out a laugh, conceding to winona. “the london larsens: lawyer and--” what did her mother do? “charity twat. shame you haven’t heard of us,” andie said, rolling her eyes to top the sarcasm. eyeing the doors, andie shrugged one shoulder. “i love a good bleach.”

[iamcam]

Julian wasn’t sure if the chuckle was with him or at him, so he let that part of the conversation drop, reaching for the stuff as Andie eyed it. “No, that bit’s okay… Now the folders are in, I can squeeze stuff into the space in them.” With a nod, he reached for his pencil case and his diary, sliding them into the folders with surprising ease. “Just… like that.” He allowed the slightest smile, zipping up the bag with a final sense of relief.

[vndie-blog]

“well, that was probably the best thing i’ll see all day. all week, if i play my cards right,” andie crossed her arms over herself, giving him an encouraging eyebrow twitch. “let’s do it again next week?”

[iamcam]

Words distracted Julian from his fight, twisting his head to work out who had spoken – confused when there was nobody obviously talking to him. He went back to work frowning, continuing his little tug-of-war with the fabric, cheeks burning a little with the knowledge that he was being watched. When he noticed Andie glance at him, the blush only worsened, realising it was her who had commented. “Carrying the whole world would require even more of a struggle than this…” he replied absentmindedly, finally getting the folders to fit into the bag. “Although you could argue economics and mathematics are the basis of the entire world…”

[vndie-blog]

“please don’t,” andie said with a hitch of a chuckle on her voice. “now you just need to fit a pen,” she commented, eyeing the stack of other shit next to him.

[winonawaitesmith-blog]

          “Andie …?” Winona raised her eyebrows, taking another sip of her coffee. “Surnames are quite important around here.”

[vndie-blog]

“not to the likes of beyonce,” andie countered, setting her mug down on the counter. “larsen. but tell people it’s knowles. it’ll be funny.”

[winonawaitesmith-blog]

          Winona, still holding the coffee pot, poured some into Andie’s mug before setting it down. Now that her hands were free the first thing she did was, of course, take a sip. Which meant her mouth was full when Andie asked about emergency exits. She shook her head until she swallowed. “We don’t have anything like that here. But if we did, I’d need a name first.”

[vndie-blog]

andie didn’t bother to thank the girl for pouring her coffee, immediately reaching pointedly for at least four packs of sugar. she didn’t even mind it black, but she needed some sort of triumph. “how about cleatus? that’s a name,” andie said with a smirk, stirring her coffee before finally bringing it to her lips. “or andie. that’s a better one.”

[iamcam]

Julian’s main problem with sixth form so far was the presence of ring-binders – no longer the flat, conveniently shaped workbooks of lower school and GCSE, but chunky folders that seemed reluctant to fit together. Attempting to squeeze both his maths and economics folders into his backpack, all his other belongings piled on the seat beside him, he released a sigh of frustration, the fabric refusing to stretch over both. “They fitted in the shop,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone, a defeated tone and confused expression. “And if they won’t go in empty, they’ll never go in full…”

[vndie-blog]

“ever tried not carrying the actual entire world in there?” andie mumbled from the next seat over, arms crossed and looking straight ahead. it was easy to assume she hadn’t said anything at all, except she glanced at him a few moments later to check progress.

[winonawaitesmith-blog]

          “Oh, sure, it’s fine if you add it yourself.”

[vndie-blog]

“well, looks like i’m here to live another day, then,” andie said with absolutely no inflection, reaching to grab a mug for herself. “what’s the coolest emergency exit? if it doesn’t involve a weird tunnel, don’t mention it.”

[pascvl-blog]

      “ good to know, ” in turn his gaze follows hers, eyes searching though not entirely dedicated to the task. “ downfall? no. but i do have a bit of a sweet tooth and, well, friends don’t let friends eat dessert for breakfast alone. will chocolate muffins do? or maybe, waffles with too much syrup? ”

[vndie-blog]

andie let out a loud groan, then rose her shoulders in a shrug. “i guess i can settle for a muffin. we’ll keep waffles on the back burner. maybe for dinner.”

[indecipherables]

“i heard that the kitchen staff are easily bribed,” he offered with an arched brow. “it depends what unsavoury moral depths you are willing to sink to in order to get your cereal. i would bear in mind that the term has only just begun though…”

[vndie-blog]

“guess i’ll save my moral low-point for a rainy day,” andie smirked. “should i add you to the list when i do decide to take the dive, though? a little questionably obtained cocoa never hurt anyone.”