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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 20:39:45 GMT
@ara | His folder sat peacefully beside his notebook, as Vivien's blank ink pen started to drift off into incoherent scribbles before quickly noting down further notable material. When the professor stood before his table and dismissed the class, Vivien, like all the other students in the lecture room, were packing materials and hurriedly leaving the room.
He threw his bag over his shoulder, and stood, staring at Quinn, who's head was lying on top of the table, smooth black hair shaping her movement. He twitched, narrowed his eyes, and roughly moved her head left and right.
"Wake up, sunshine. It's time to face reality, you're not Snow White."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 19:24:12 GMT
"Nyuuuuuu..." she moaned softly, "I don't wanna get uppp... Five more minutes, baby..." Lynn could still feel the fading effects of the hangover she had this morning. She got so shit-faced drunk the other night she couldn't remember what all happened. All she knew from it was that it ruled so hard, she couldn't remember anything. It was a miracle how she managed to get to class in relatively one piece. "The vodka is almost gone... I think I left my pants on the couch."
A couple of stupids nearby overheard her talking in her sleep and started snickering. To her, she was thinking mentally, why were there extra voices pounding in her head? Wait, why was her head aching more than it usually did? Aralynn groaned. Reality started to kick in. Eyes fluttered up. Vision blurry for about ten seconds before the classroom started to become more and more vivid. "How the fu...Ow, ow, ow..." she quickly clasped onto her pounding head, "Vivi, what are you doing, staaaaahhhpp. I'm awaake, I'm awakkkeee."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 19:50:37 GMT
@ara | His face contorted into an awkwardly placed grimace. There were so many things from her random soliloquy he could pick up on and shoot holes through, but he just wanted to leave the room.
It was then he wondered why he bothered with people. Especially Quinn. He ignored the snickering party, and instead waited patiently for Quinn to get off her ass and realise where she was, for God's sake.
"You should've been awake during the class, Quinn. Class is over." With that, he turned and began to walk up the steps to the door, expecting her to follow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 21:10:39 GMT
She blinked a couple of times blankly. How long have they been in class? As a matter of fact, what class were they in now? Shit. Everything was a blacked out blur right about now. "It's over now? Ho damn, that sure was quick..." she flashed a stupidly wide grin. "I'll grab notes from a classmate later. No biggie - Hey wait!!"
She opened her bag aggressively then scooped everything in one arm to stuff all of her things into it. She stumbled on the leg of her chair as she tried to keep up with De Luca. "Vivi, you're too far away. Waaaaaiiittt," she whined. "Dear lord, I have a hangover from hell. How are you today?" Once her footing wasn't all wobbly she managed to catch up with him. Why did her legs feel like bricks today?
@viv | When I lay my head down to go to sleep at night, my dreams consist of things that'll make you wanna hide. Don't let me in ya your tower. Show me your magic powers! I'm not afraid to face a little bit of danger, danger... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 21:20:45 GMT
@ara | He watched her scramble with a plain indifference. When he was tired, the veil of apathy would spread thicker than it usually would. As usual, Quinn was behaving more like a rampaging beast than a nineteen year old girl. But he was never sure whether or not she was a girl, anyway.
He did stand there and wait for her though, wondering where he got his patience from. When she got there, he nodded, and continued to walk to the door.
"I'm tired." He replied. "I'll treat you to coffee, so hopefully you can get your head sorted out. It's a mess." Vivien sighed, shaking his head. In truth, he just didn't want to go home just yet.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 3:36:18 GMT
"Most. Enthusiastic. Answer. Evah!" She snerked sarcastically. Though it wasn't like she expected anything less than lethargic Vivien De Luca. If he was as exhausted as he proclaims to be then how the hell did he managed to stay up all throughout class? Though the very mention of free coffee did stir her into a different direction.
Aralynn could've sworn that caffeinated beverage was like a god-send. Nothing felt the best to wake up in the morning than a warm cup. Plenty of sugar, a bit of cream. Add a whee bit of dark chocolate to the concoction and bam, it was heaven on earth. And Vivi dearest said he was going to treat her to one. How else was she going to react? Well...
"VIVI! Do you really mean it?!" she exclaimed excitedly, "Dude, marry me! You're my savior from this hellish hangover. Ha, I'm poetic, I just rhymed." As she bantered away, she opened her arms and wrapped them around the fellow nineteen year old. Just to add emphasis to her point, she leaned in attempt to press her cheek against his and nuzzle like an overgrown kitty cat.
@viv | When I lay my head down to go to sleep at night, my dreams consist of things that'll make you wanna hide. Don't let me in ya your tower. Show me your magic powers! I'm not afraid to face a little bit of danger, danger... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 17:17:36 GMT
@ara | He felt as if his head was going to explode. He was quite sure he was up late last night playing some new release that was much better than he originally thought it was. Or maybe he just got caught up with the freshness of the game. At least he didn't have to think about shrieking girls who drank too much and still managed to have hair that didn't smell or look like it was dragged through several forests.
He'd have to admit he was caught off guard when she wrapped her arms around him, but it wasn't as if Vivien never got hugged before. He just narrowed his eyes and huffed, shaking off that amiable feeling rising in his chest.
"I don't know how other people could handle you, Quinn," He said offhandedly, more to himself than anything. Before she could come any closer to his face though, he pushed her head away. "That's enough now. No more touching."
And with that, he grabbed hold of her arm and began to drag her out the room in order to make progress.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 18:58:05 GMT
"Well, what can I say?" she shrugged. Her arms sliding off sluggishly from his shoulders back to dangling to her sides. "Love me or hate me; you've spent, or quite possibly wasted, a few seconds to think about me." The weight of rocks piled in her stomach, shoulders and legs were slowly but surely fading away. Just how much alcohol did she down the prior night? Enough to prolong that minor ache in the side of Lynn's head.
Which didn't really alleviate when Viv decided to latch onto her arm to quicken the pace to the nearest shop to get into her system. Or at least she was hoping that was where they were going. "Besides, this is coming from mister hermit himself, hm? Monsieur je vous déteste first day of class?" She could still remember that day rather fondly. The deadpan expression that he wore when his eyes gazed upon her features. Actually, it was quite like the same expression he wore right now.
"How's your photography coming along? Taken anything worthwhile recently?"
@viv | When I lay my head down to go to sleep at night, my dreams consist of things that'll make you wanna hide. Don't let me in ya your tower. Show me your magic powers! I'm not afraid to face a little bit of danger, danger... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 22:25:50 GMT
@ara | "Arrogance, no thank you." He rolled his eyes in disgust. Where did creatures like Quinn get her overwhelming overconfidence from? Actually, he could venture a few guesses, so he didn't have to think about it that much any more.
"Le petite fille est tres barbant cet apre-midi." He hated it when she mocked him for his French, especially when he knew her French was terrible. She was just being plain disrespectful for his language, but he didn't say anything, instead, loosening his grip on her arm now that they've managed to move out of the classroom.
"Just a few." He nodded absentmindedly to himself, as they soon managed to leave the building. "I managed to get a temp job as a fashion photographer's assistant though, so I'm not going to be doing much work."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 3:01:18 GMT
She would rather exert great confidence than shut herself up into a demure maiden. Flashes of her past self still haunted her. A prudent, stick up her ass, who fretted over every little detail. Lady-like and blah, blah, blah. That shit got no girl anywhere. Vivien didn't even bother to deny her that he spent time to think about her. Or so she was going to think. "Everyone's got their preferences, love," she shrugged.
Contrary to his belief, she actually enjoyed listening to him speak a different language. So natural unlike her sorry attempt. The thrilling, but mysterious foreign air about it made her smile on the inside. Though it wasn't like it mattered if she tried to tell him that or not. He'd assume she was mocking him either way. "Awww, aren't you so sweet?" she cooed. Her dark eyes focused a little more clearly when they finally left the building after their last class.
"Spiffy stuff there." It wouldn't be long before the seasonal photographers will make their move. She already had a few side jobs lined up, but none of them were permanent much to her dismay. Not like she wasn't used to taking up side jobs. She had to bring in cash to pay her bills. "Sounds about right for you. Do little, get paid good. Then buy the newest video game out. Speaking of games, did you get it? You know, the new one for the 3DS?"
@viv | When I lay my head down to go to sleep at night, my dreams consist of things that'll make you wanna hide. Don't let me in ya your tower. Show me your magic powers! I'm not afraid to face a little bit of danger, danger... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2013 23:28:04 GMT
@ara | Itching the side of his face, he didn't respond for a short while, looking left and right now that they were out of school grounds. He then began to turn to make his way to one of the closest cafes he knew. The area was bustling with students, which meant a thriving area.
"Yeah, certainly." He replied absentmindedly. "It's better than I thought it would. Not usually my kind of thing." Shrugging, he crossed the street, knowing she'd follow anyway.
He walked into the cafe, keeping the door open for Quinn, before letting go and letting it close on it's own.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 6:28:20 GMT
Were they anywhere close to their destination? If Lynn didn't get anything in her system quickly then she was sure the mild headache she had was going to grow. On the bright side, Vivi was sort of contributing to a conversation. It helps... a little. Ok, not really but that's fine. She was used to this.
"Really now?" she quirked a brow, "You should give me your friend code then. You know you wanna unlock all of the cool items from friend code exchanging." She didn't mind a good game or two but it wasn't a hobby she followed religiously. Oh hey, look, a cafe! Yaaaaaay!!
She stepped inside eagerly. Arms stretched out as much as she could before giving a small twirl. "Goooood daaaaay, peeps!" she exclaimed. Eyes turning to her direction as she grinned foolishly. "What time is it? It's coffee time!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 23:38:06 GMT
@ara | Vivien threaded past her, choosing a central table for two. There were less customers than he'd imagined, what, with its popular, central location and fair weather. But alas, he paid no mind, drumming on the table as if summoning Quinn to sit in front of him.
A waitress wordlessly placed down two menus, which Vivien flicked through without a second word. However, being used to these kinds of establishment meant a swift choice.
He looked up, gaze lost, wondering if Quinn would stop shouting any time soon. He fished out his phone from his pocket; just a little past half two.
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