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Post by PAUL MICHAEL BRASS on Sept 1, 2011 17:33:41 GMT -5
So this was it. On his own at last, and it felt...good. Weird, but still good. He was adjusting to this strange feeling of freedom, and yet it wasn't like he could go anywhere he wanted, or have free reign of the place. Paul turned to look up to the building behind him, a fairly nondescript red stone dorm. His stuff was mostly moved up there, except for the last two boxes sitting at his feet. His dark blue eyes followed the truck as it pulled away from the curb, Mike Brass getting ready for the long drive back home after dropping his son off at school.
Paul had been there since the day before, when the welcome week for the university had its kick-off luncheon. That meant only five days of relaxation before the real classes started- for most students. For Paul he would be throwing himself right into tryouts in a few days- so much for a party week.
When it came to academic achievement, he was an average student. Nothing special to brag about in the brains department, but he did okay. Sports were his strong suit- and this place had a lot of them. Honestly, he wouldn't have pegged Seattle to be a great place for him, but it had everything he wanted. The only downside? It also had a few select things that no other city did, and at the moment it seemed like a heavy price to pay. His brother had been living in Seattle since he had gone off to that freak school of his, and while Paul was confident he wouldn't come across the dark introvert in the usual haunts of college kids, there was always a risk. The whole thing just killed his buzz whenever it crossed his mind.
Better to just forget about it, for now. He shrugged, forgetting that he was alone for a second. There were more people moving in to his building, their families and university volunteers crawling all over campus, and a few mature students stretched out in the courtyard, apparently out to watch the show of hapless freshmen wandering about trying to get their bearings. It was a bit intimidating, to be honest. If he wasn't so proud he might have shown it more, freaked out like some of the kids he could see, but instead he just watched most of the activity with a slight frown. He wasn't homesick or anything, but this was his first time in Seattle, and the first time he had moved out- there was bound to be problems along the way. With a sigh he bent to pick up the two boxes on the ground. The small one was just a mash of small textbooks and school supplies, and the other held a mini-fridge for his room. Straightening to his nearly six foot two height, a box under each arm (though he was listing slightly on the side of the fridge) he set out back to his room, the key and lanyard shoved hastily into the pocket of his dark blue jeans.
It was pretty mild out as far as heat was concerned, a gentle breeze rolling across the manicured lawns. Seattle air was nice, provided you weren't shoved in the thick of the city in rush hour. Paul was comfortable in his loose white t-shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. There was something hanging around his neck on a thin leather rope, the end tucked into his shirt so it wouldn't be seen, some sort of token apparently. His blond hair was spiked into a sort of faux-hawk near the front, mostly because every time a girl walked by he ran his hand through it, flashing a little smile.
Nearing the entrance, he found the doors already propped open for convenience. A few volunteers offered to help him with his things, but he politely declined, making his slow way up the stairs. He only stopped to set the box with the mini-fridge down when there was no one else around on the landings. Finally he reached his floor, and somehow maneuvered his keys out of his pocket. He ended up trudging down the hall, arms full, lanyard clenched between his teeth, counting the doors.
Paul stood there for a few seconds, just staring at the door to his room. The boxes felt like they were starting to slip, so he didn't want to set them down and risk having them all crash to the floor. Instead he had the clever idea to gets his keys back into his hand, jamming them into the door. Then he used a knee to turn the handle. When the door opened he laughed in relief, grinning like a idiot, before he noticed that there were still other people moving in to the rooms around them, and carefully regained composure, stoically pushing his way into the room.
It was the typical two to a room, with a shared itty-bitty kitchenette, and a bathroom. As far as he could tell his roommate hadn't arrived yet, so Paul had a two day head start to make him feel like he owned the place. He walked right in, pushing open the second door that led to one of the bedrooms. It held only a single bed, a small dresser, shelves on one wall, and a desk, but the place was all clean, and looked freshly painted. They weren't allowed ovens or anything, but the tiny fridge would come in handy. Would he share? Maybe. If his roommate wasn't a dick.
He let the boxes tumble onto the mattress, cringing when he heard all the books that had been stacked in the first box topple over. Right, he had to pay for those, better treat them kindly. The rest of his belongings were right on the threshold to his bedroom, but he didn't feel the need to fully unpack just yet. Stretching his arms out behind him, working out the soreness from carrying stuff all day, he wandered back to the main door of his room, to look out into the hall at the other students. He had spent the last month or so getting into a routine of exercises to prepare for rugby and soccer tryouts, but nothing really compared to a rigorous practice. He loved the feeling of being part of a team, and working until he felt ready to pass out. He missed that after he had graduated, but it wasn't like his muscles had magically disappeared. It was harder to tell while his shirt covered most of his arms, but he was fairly muscular, with a toned back and lean waist. He was nicely tanned from spending free time at the lake back home, the sun leaving little high-lights in his blond hair. Most of that would soon start to fade while living in Seattle, but he didn't really care. The weather had never really factored in to where he would attend school.
Leaning against the doorway, glancing up occasionally in case one of his neighbors needed help moving, he pulled a phone out of his pocket. The home screen was still blank, so he opened texts.
Hey Chels, u moved in yet? Miss u.
He clicked send, thin brows pulling up slightly. He had to have asked her at least four times, and she still hadn't replied. With a soft sigh he slid his phone back into his pocket. He didn't know why it was bothering him so much- she had been the one fussing over the fact that they were so far apart and trying to maintain a relationship, and had made him promise to get in touch when he had the time. [/color]
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Post by AURELIA RAMONA OCTAVIAN on Sept 3, 2011 14:57:44 GMT -5
Frosh week. The fresh smell of post-pubescent teenagers, mingled with beer and other various alcohols. The ultimate initiation from high school, into college or university. Here was where hundreds upon thousands of fresh meat would waltz through those doors, expecting to make their mark on the college world. How pathetic they were. Half of them wouldn't even make it through first semester. It was sad, really. Especially the ones who would try out for clubs and organizations. The fraternities and sororities were the worst, though. Many people "tried out" for them, and did completely humiliating and stupid things. It was hilarious, really. How could anyone be so desperate?
There was something unappealing about the entire thing. What was the point? To give students a big welcome, then what? Watch as they slip away into the mediocrity and giant freaking vortex of suck that was the college? People were only friendly here when they were part of the same clique. If you could even get into a clique. If no one discovered you had a special talent, you were stuck with the other lame-froshies who got swirled by the football teams in the McCormick Hall bathrooms. Aurelia Octavian had been one of those kids. She had an extreme hate for people like that. She normally just avoided them, but... sometimes they were unavoidable.
Aurelia sat in her dorm room window, staring out at the courtyard just behind her building, watching the hundreds of students mingle around the place, searching for the right hallways, alleys, and corridors. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched a young man open the door below her and frowned. Another addition? And the only free room... She groaned and ran her fingers through her hair, flicking it back out of her face. The strands stuck out slightly from having hairspray in it, but the messy look kind of worked for her. With a groan, she opened the door and peered out, seeing the young man walking down the hall towards her room, then settling just outside the door at the other side of the hall.
With a sigh, she watched him fumble with his keys before he finally disappeared into the dorm room. Her feet carried her back behind the door and she shut it quietly, looking around her own room. The boy was blond. Looked a bit like he played sports, too. So, not only was it a freshman, but a jock freshman. How appealing. But not really.
She flopped down onto her bed and closed her eyes, sighing loudly as she stared up at the mirror above her. She liked the danger of having it drop down at any point. Plus she liked to see what she looked like when she first woke up. There really wasn't that much abstract placements of mirrors anywhere else in the school, so she had to make her own fun. Plus, any men she brought back to her dorm seemed to like watching themselves in it. Nothing like a mirror to give a mans self-esteem a huge ego boost.
Her fingers raked through her hair once more, before she sat up and glanced at the door. Maybe she had some time before the jocks got to him. He might be nice? She sighed loudly and got up, leaving her dorm and walking across the hall. As an actress, she put on her best smile and knocked on the door excitedly as she could, waiting patiently for him to answer. When the door opened, she tilted her head and blinked, feeling her hair fall into her eyes. Let the performance begin.
"Hey there." She leaned against the door frame, giving him a little smile. "You're a frosh, right? You want a tour?" She peered around him, spotting a few sports posters that were partially set up. "I could show you the fields...?" She thumbed over her shoulder, as if she were pointing in the direction of the field.
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Post by PAUL MICHAEL BRASS on Sept 4, 2011 0:47:54 GMT -5
Paul retreated into his room, balancing his phone in the palm of his hand as he sat down, before turning the screen over and setting it on his knee. The only natural light came from the bedrooms, the door still ajar to his own. This side of the building would be illuminated by the setting sun. At the moment, clouds covered most of the sky, leaving a wash of murky gray light. He seemed to be stuck, justing staring out the corner of the window he could actually see, not really thinking of anything. He jumped when his cell-phone buzzed, almost at the same time as a knock came on the door.
Slowly he stood, flipping open the phone to see a hasty text.
omg sorry! Been moving in, super busy. Call you around 8? :(
He sighed, sending his reply as he walked to the door. He tried not to look disappointed as he pulled it open- it wasn't a stranger's fault that Chelsea was already blowing him off. Standing in his doorway was a girl, her vibrant red hair enough to replace his sullen mood with surprise before his eyes descended to her face. She wasn't wearing the shirt of other volunteers, so he had to assume that her offer was more social than that. He noticed her eyes roaming his room before they shot back to him with a smile. He returned the look, with perhaps a little more confusion, though it definitely wasn't a bad thing to find a pretty girl lounging in his doorway.
"You're a frosh, right? You want a tour?"
He tilted his head to the side, frowning a little. He could admit that he knew most of the campus layout that applied to him, so he wasn't going to get lost on his way to the sports fields, but he wasn't that dumb. He wouldn't mind getting to know his neighbors if they all looked like this girl, he thought with a sudden grin as he stepped out of his room into the hall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Couldn't hurt- this is my first time in Seattle." But he'd been here for more than a day already. He'd taken a tour when he arrived yesterday, and he knew what the sports fields looked like. He also knew that he wasn't going to turn down her invitation, and held out his hand, one corner of his mouth pulling up in a cocky smile. "I'm Paul...Brass, by the way."
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Post by AURELIA RAMONA OCTAVIAN on Sept 6, 2011 21:15:23 GMT -5
The boy looked a little confused to see her standing in his doorway, but he greeted her with a smile, which was a good sign. She smiled more when he accepted her offer and took a step back, flicking her bangs out of her face. He didn’t seem all that bad. Maybe she was too biased in her opinion... Time would tell, for sure. When he stuck his hand out and made that cocky smile, however... Aurelia quirked an eyebrow. Was he supposed to be famous? Psht. No, that was silly. He thought he came here for fame, but he was in for a world of disappointment and hurt if they didn’t choose him to be their star on their school teams. She was betting on it that even though he was registered, he’d probably not go to his classes and only play sports.
"Aurelia Octavian. It's a pleasure to meet you, Paul Brass. Come with me." She shook his hand curtly and turned on her toe, walking towards the stairs with a smile on her face. Once they were out in the courtyard, she lead him to the first spot that they hadn’t covered on the tour in over 6 years. The main entrance. It was a giant archway, with two doors on the inside. She lead him over and pulled out a key, sliding it into the lock and opening the door up.
"After you, sir." She motioned and smiled a bit when he passed her. Once they were inside, she turned on the light and looked up at the small staircase that went up. "This is the best vantage point to see everything." She started up the staircase and stopped at the top, looking out a small window. The staircase continue on higher, so she turned once more to climb again. "It's not too far. But it's a pedway to all the main fields, and class buildings. Some of the lesser fields aren't on the stops, but you can walk pretty damn close. It's easier to come up here and avoid traffic, than get stuck in a clog in the middle of the halls." She turned towards him and stopped, blinking. He seemed to be alright.
"You're not afraid of heights, right?" She titled her head and stepped out into the large glass tube, tilting her head. These tubes ran everywhere along the university, and helped privileged students get places faster. They were going to install a moving walkway, but the school decided on a more green way of getting from place to place.
With her hands placed firmly on her hips, she waited for Paul to join her in the tube, before smiling. "If you like this way, I can have a key made... But you'd be the only one allowed up here. Only a few students a year get a key. And if you want to be elite..." She wiggled the key around. "It's a must."
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Post by PAUL MICHAEL BRASS on Sept 10, 2011 13:08:04 GMT -5
She shook his hand and then immediately turned to lead the way. Paul followed, hastily locking his room behind him before catching up to the girl. Aurelia Octavian...weird name. And that wasn't the only odd thing about her- it was like she was reserved, almost distant, and at the same time was making an obvious effort to be in his company. Not that he was complaining, just an observation. It wasn't like she gave off bad vibes or anything, he thought as he followed her, hands in his pockets. He was tapping the side of his cellphone with his fingernails, mind wandering to Chelsea while they walked, head turning absently to look at the surrounding students on their way to the doors.
She motioned him inside, and flicked on the lights, revealing a rising staircase. Aurelia started up it, and the further they rose in the building, the more he wondered about her motives. She was showing him some sort of exclusive passageway, and for what? He smiled slyly as he was presented with several very...interesting...ideas about what prompted this, but he wasn't making any judgments just yet.
"You're not afraid of heights, right?"
He shot her a dry smirk. "Not in the least. I once got pushed off the roof of my house when I was six years old- felt like flying." He rolled his eyes; the point of the story was that even if he was scared (which he wasn't- that part was true at least) he wasn't going to show it. Or he felt indestructible most of the time. One of the two.
When she stepped into the tube, he eagerly following, mouth opening slightly in surprise. It was an actual tube, and not just a brick walkway like he expected- he assumed he hadn't been looking hard enough at the structures above his head before, because he couldn't remember seeing the tubes from below. He was tempted to lean against the glass, or jump up and down just to see what would happen, but it seemed pretty sturdy. Good thing he didn't listen to that childish voice in his head.
He turned to see her still standing there, hands on her hips. As she offered to get him his own key, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but after a moment of hesitation, after involuntarily moving to flip it open, he simply ignored it, much more interested in what was going on in front of him. "My own key?" He cocked a brow, blue eyes suddenly alight with mischief. "Oh, I don't know, I don't mind walking the distance like everyone else." He rocked back on his heels, hands in his pockets again, looking out of the tube at the school beyond, before his blue eyes shot over to her, narrowed coyly. "I mean, what's the point of having a key up here if you're not allowed to bring someone to impress?" Maybe the elite kids with keys just all ended up together and this was their make-out point. Yet somehow he got the feeling that they were made up of the over-achievers. Nerds, pretty much- the stereotypical kind, not the fun kind. Although Aurelia really didn't project that feeling- it was the opposite, actually, and it confused him. Maybe she volunteered a lot, or was some kind of student leader and had reached secret-key status based on it. He'd have to be blind not to notice that she was attractive, and not in a 'oh hey, look at that cute girl'. She was hot- sexy, walking like she owned the place. If she had a boyfriend, he'd suppose she still wore the pants, though he liked to flatter himself and say that her interest in him hinted that she was single. Of course, other than the fact that a girl had just walked to his room and taken him to a secluded space, she really hadn't given any more hints. And, oh yeah, he had a girlfriend. Who apparently was getting off to a bad start with this whole 'let's make our long distance romance work' or whatever they were. All in all, he found Aurelia...interesting. He didn't know how else to define her yet, when they'd barely said anything to one another. [/color]
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Post by AURELIA RAMONA OCTAVIAN on Sept 13, 2011 12:33:42 GMT -5
Laughing a bit at the way the young man before her spoke, she raised an eyebrow. This was positively precious. He got the assumption that she was interested in him. Oh, that was absolute poppycock. "I'm just offering to help you become school-wide famous for something faster. No absences, no late arrivals, just straight to classes an back. Gets you places faster. Literally and figuratively." She shrugged and twirled her key ring on her finger, raising her eyebrows. This guy was interesting. He gave off this weird lightness about his personality, but she knew something else was up with him. And now she had made it her personal goal to find out. She turned away from him and continued to twirl her key, taking slow steps down the little tube.
A couple of men walked by and waved to her, and she wiggled her fingers in response, before stopping at looking to Paul. "This is the main field." She pointed down at the field, watching the football team thud into each other like barbarians. Sports were weird. Why would anyone willingly put them into harms way just to win their school some dignity? That kind of stuff should have been based on academics. Not how hard someone could throw a ball down a field. It made her a bit angry, but she smiled and glanced to Paul, tilting her head.
"Which sports do you play?" She asked, turning away to continue walking along, she motioned to the little doorway that lead to the stairwell that lead to the field, before continuing down the tunnel, humming to herself in her head, glancing at little posters that some of the other key holders had put up. Elite club meetings, initiation dates, Frosh week events--university regulated, as well as the ones that included spraying them with cold water and whipped cream in the courtyard, and hanging their entire underwear collection all over the school. Aurelia only partook in some of them. The underwear one made her laugh every year, though. Especially when she was found taking down a pair of superman boyshorts that belonged to her, by a group of seniors that had put them up in the first place. She had gone on a date that week with one of them; and they had dated for quite some time, until she realized that he had been filming their sexual encounters and showing his friends what she was like in bed.
These days, she took comments towards those videos with a grain of salt. Technically, they were completely amateur-made, and quite crappy in quality, but in a way they were kind of art. She was a pretty intense lover. That was one of the comments she received a lot. But all that didn't matter. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and looked to Paul, smiling weakly.
"Also, have you thought of joining any clubs?" She tilted her head. That's what most of her spare time consisted of at the university. Clubs, school, more clubs. Most of them relating to drama, although she was in a couple of environmental clubs, as well as the key holders, and a few more that hadn't yet started up at the school yet, since it wasn't far enough into frosh week to start recruiting. "You should consider it. University scouts look for that kind of crap when you apply to higher degrees." She nodded.
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Post by PAUL MICHAEL BRASS on Sept 15, 2011 17:56:10 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed as she laughed, apparently at him, though his grin didn't waver. "What, just the helping the new kid, for the sake of being nice?" He asked, still in possession of that cheeky smirk. He leaned to one side slightly, bracing an elbow on the side of the tube. "How generous of you- I'll consider myself lucky then, that you had the time to invest in me. Although," He brought his hand to rest beneath his chin, looking mockingly thoughtful. "I don't think being able to use shortcuts really gets me in with any of the sports teams, but I might be able to find other uses for it." He tapped a fist against the glass, before Aurelia moved on. He glanced at everything that she did, following her gaze from the field to the posters, lingering to read the words. He took all of these freshmen tormenting devices as unavoidable. Maybe he would have resented the acts more if he was likely to be targeted, say, if he had been one of the artsy kids, but as a jock, this was nothing new.
When she asked about his sports, his chest swelled a little, and he unconsciously ran a hand through his hair, fluffing it up a bit for when she looked back at him again. "Some soccer, but mostly rugby." He drew alongside her, hands in his pockets, nudging her with his elbow when she suggested he join some clubs. "Heh, yeah, I just admitted to liking a sport that's likely to crack my skull open- I'm really looking for a higher education." He laughed loudly at his own teasing tone, but sidestepped slightly. For some reason he felt like she wouldn't enjoy the physical contact, or, more likely, she would punch him back or something. "What sort of clubs are you in?" If he were going to guess, he'd say something in the arts. Or something with poetry- spoken word in a room full of smoke with bad lighting seemed to be her scene. He couldn't really see himself in most of the clubs considering he didn't have any talents other than his physical strength for sports, but it didn't mean he didn't have interests. Still, even with university being less judgmental, it didn't seem likely that he would be admitting to any of those any time soon. Sensing her reluctance to discuss sports, he went for the mental jab instead. "If I come to a club meeting with you, would you come to watch one of my games?" He quirked a brow, tilting his head to the side with another grin.
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Post by AURELIA RAMONA OCTAVIAN on Sept 28, 2011 1:15:36 GMT -5
Aurelia watch Paul's body language as he pushed his hands through his hair for about the hundredth time. She stifled a laugh at his self-invoked cockiness and rolled her eyes slightly. He prided himself on liking sports, but what else made the young man tick? She was genuinely interested in what else he liked to do... Was the sports just because he was afraid of showing anything else? He clearly wanted to be thought of as cool. Aurelia frowned slightly and ran a hand through her hair when he spoke to her about the sports he did a bit more in-depth. "Rugby, huh?" She said quietly. "My ex-boyfriend is the captain of the rugby team..." She said a bit louder, in an off-handed manner. The frown on her face took over for a brief moment, before she smiled up at him. "I'm sure you'll do fine, though. I mean, he's only got the position because he's like a freakin' giant." She shrugged and smiled at him, running her fingers through her hair.
When he asked about her own hobbies, she blinked, continuing on the tubes pathway, heading left down the path. "Me? I'm in way too many clubs... I'm probably going to have to drop at least 4 of them until I can get my homework load sorted. Gotta figure out how much free time I'll have... But I belong to 10 clubs right now. They all meet at different times and days, so it's a little easier on me to get to all of them." She looked back and laughed a bit at his face, as well as herself. "Yeah, I know. I have a lot of club time under my belt..." She paused at his proposition and stopped, mid-pace, turning around completely to look at him. A game for a club meeting? It sounded fair enough... She just didn't want to see her old boyfriend. But if she could get him interested in some other clubs... She bit her lip. "That seems fair. What are your other interests... Other than getting your head bashed in by other men?"
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Post by PAUL MICHAEL BRASS on Oct 15, 2011 13:31:33 GMT -5
"My ex-boyfriend is the captain of the rugby team..."
And he's a freaking giant. Well...that certainly put a new perspective on getting to know her 'in that way'. So far Paul had no status, and was nowhere near being a giant. He was more used to being the runner, trying to avoid getting tackled with the ball, rather than being the one tackling. Greeeat.
As for Aurelia's ten clubs, he was impressed, but not altogether surprised. She looked like she knew her way around just about any social group in the school, a mix of everything- he just had to hope that she had a bit of diversity when it came to these meetings as well. He didn't want to attend something that would set him up to look bad.
He grinned when she stopped and turned to fully face him, apparently trying to decide if the deal was worth her time. Paul shoved his hands back into his pockets, perfectly content with just waiting for an answer. The way she kept biting her lip was just adorable.
"Uh, well, I'm gonna have to say I'm not going to go with you to male nude drawing classes, art meetings...or anything creative, really." He waved his hands around, as if this encompassed all of the arts. He didn't dislike them...he just didn't think he had a creative bone in his body. And he wasn't going to try to sketch some guys junk- that was what art classes did, right? But he had to provide her with something, it was only fair now that she agreed to come watch a game if he made the team. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling for inspiration- for some reason his own interests seemed to have escaped him at the moment.
"I like...." He pursed his lips, shoulders slowly rising in a shrug. "History?" He tilted his head, shaking it like 'what can you do?'. He let his body sag forward, giving her the puppy-dog eyes. "Look, I'm no good at this, can't you just pick for me? I'll have fun as long as you're not trying to sabotage my non-reputation." He laughed, straightening up again. His phone was insistently buzzing in his pocket again, so he flipped it open and snapped it shut again, raising his brows at Aurelia. "Speaking of interests, tell me about yourself- I'm very interested." He tried to hold back another smile, walking to where she still stood, apparently waiting to see if she was going to lead the way again.
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Post by AURELIA RAMONA OCTAVIAN on Oct 15, 2011 22:50:38 GMT -5
With slight apprehension, Aurelia blinked at Paul as he spoke, feeling like he was watching her a little more closely than she had originally thought. Was he into her? Inside, she was frowning. But on the outside, she gave him a look that expressed her more outward emotions. Mostly being confused at his attraction, followed sortly in turn by the way he spoke to her. What was it with men? She was so cold to most people, it was peculiar how people still came after her... But Paul was nice. A bit. He had the tough outer-layer of asshole, followed by a few layers of other horrible qualities... But when he said “history,” her face lit up genuinely, and she grabbed his arm excitedly. "History! That's a deal right there, Paul Brass." She grinned coyly and let him go before he got too excited about her touching him. She had that effect on men... Especially when the static in her fingers charged up the adrenaline in the bloodstream of whoever she touched... Awkward to an extreme amount, really. She wiggled her fingers in front of her, blinking. "Sorry. I guess I'm all charged up with static... It happens up here a lot with the carpet..." She touched him again after rubbing her feet on the little carpet strip, laughing when he flinched away from the shock. "Sorry. I won't do it again. Promise." She put her hand over her heart, before turning slightly when he leaned in towards her.
His phone had buzz in his pocket, and she blinked, doing a slight 360 to look at him again. "Are you not going to answer your girlfriend?" She asked quietly, tilting her head. When he gave her a slightly surprised, combined with “what the fuck?” look, she rolled her eyes and laughed softly. "Please. It's common elimination. You phone buzzed loudly, and I obviously heard it, combined with the fact that you just opened and shut it very quickly; which I also heard. Now, assuming you have no one up here to text, and guy-friends don't usually text to say how much they miss other guy friends... The only logic answer left is that it was your girlfriend..." She paused, then shrugged slightly, running her fingers through her hair, before turning away from him to continue down the pedway. Her heart was lumped up in her throat for some reason... But she ignored it and stopped at a little section that opened up into a small sky-room that overlooked most of the campus. There were a few couches, along with a coffee table and some magazines. Another male student was just packing up his things. He gave Aurelia a small wave before ducking out into the staircase. With a wave back, Aurelia flopped down on the nearest leather couch and put her feet up on the coffee table, motioning for Paul to sit down.
"As for your interest in me..." She paused, glancing at him knowingly. "I was born in Romania. My mother raised me on her own. I came here for school after a little while because I heard the programs were better. My accent is pretty much gone, but whenever I go to visit my mother, I always come back with a very, very thick accent..." Aurelia paused, then laughed. "My full name is Aurelia Ramona Octavian. I don't really have any nicknames... No nice ones, anyway." A frown graced her face for a split second, before she shrugged and chewed on her lip, thinking. "I'm nineteen, almost twenty. I have 3 month old kitten in my room that I've been hiding from my D.A... What else..." She leaned farther into the back, playing with a rubik’s cube she had picked up off the coffee table. As she spun, she continued to speak, solving the first 3 sides after a matter of 40 seconds or so. "I like to learn. Mostly artistic stuff, but I'm guessing you already knew that... I enjoy eating. Like, a lot. I smoke. Not a lot, but occasionally I like to have a cigarette and some drinks with a few friends in the dorm..." Looking over at him, she blushed and shrugged. "I'm talking too much, aren't I? I'll stop..." She bit her lip and looked down at the now-finished rubik’s cube, setting it on the table.
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