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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 17:17:40 GMT -6
lydia gould walked towards the meeting place for literature club, a face full of excitement and wonder. it had been quite a bit since the little group had met up and lydia was looking forward to seeing her beloved members faces again. in a place like college, liking things such as writing and reading, it wasn’t easy to find others like you. and when you find a group who likes the same hobby as you, it’s almost like finding the city of gold. even if it wasn’t plain romantic, lydia loved her club members as much as she would love a brother or sister. the tight nit group was like her gang, her kind, and she appreciated every one of them. the raven haired girl had been here for a while and honestly, those three years spent in lit club were wonderful memories. the tears, the laughs, all of it. and since she had her trusty vice president to read for her, it was pretty much a break for her. why couldn’t everyone be like her group? why couldn’t everyone like writing, or reading, or being calm like her bunch. well, excluding vegas that was.
lydia finally reached the room and stood in front of the door, taking a huge breath of air. it was nice to get back here every once in a while. turning the knob, she entered the room with a spring in her step. | |
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Dec 10, 2013 5:05:16 GMT -6
with a whiteboard, markers and being early to literature club, the question was what would a hero do?
with an expression of sheer determination on his face, a marker nib decisively rubbing in light facial hair on the whiteboard of the literature club's scheduled room, vegas decided what a hero would do: sketch out a live action cast of lord of the flies. unfortunately, he wasn't quiet in his intense concentration as even his absent-minded mumbling was loud when he started, “one just gets a terry o'quinn vibe from the lord of the flies, you know?”
it'd started off with just writing “literature club” up on the board - to heroically indicate to every literature club participant that, yes, this was the room they were meant to be in. then vegas had decreed that writing too normal - then again it was written again but bigger but, nay dear soul, that wasn't enough either! and now with the title of their club forsaken for a crudely drawn matthew fox, amongst other things, julio was dedicated to sketching this out. there was an array of markers left about in his wake - a few he'd maybe tried to forcibly pass to a few to the people who were already there or he'd dragged along to the meeting.
his eyes only leaving the board to check references on his phone as julio's drew his attention was only taken away from the board when he heard the door open.
“president!” drawing himself away from whatever unearthly creation that was beginning to form on the board. he was excited, as per usual, and probably would have saluted has his hands not been full, “you're just in time.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 12:05:23 GMT -6
he was in the habit of being a little early to most things - usually he didn't have that much else to do, and he liked to leave time to do things like wash his hands and get himself organised before he went to the club room - but he'd been more early than usual today. in fact, he'd arrived only a minute or two after julio, and had barely had time to put his things down before the whiteboard marker had been pushed into his hands. since then, he'd just been standing awkwardly, observing with a paper cup of coffee in one gloved hand and a bright red pen in the other.
"b-but..." he'd been trying to explain for the last few minutes, watching the freshman's 'masterpiece' take shape on the whiteboard, "i don't know who that is." someone with a somewhat mishapen potato head, apparently, and he was just holding the pen he'd been given like it might explode. he didn't know what had happened. he'd been with the process when it had just been the club name being written in more and more elaborate ways. "i haven't even gotten around to reading the l-"
looking at the door as it opened, he looked from lydia to the board, and back at her. "i have no idea. at all."
after a moment, he remembered to put down the pen on the nearest table. maybe without it in his hand he'd be more convincing.
"you look cheerful today, lydia..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 15:41:32 GMT -6
lydia was greeted to the boisterous greeting of julio as he shouted out ‘president!’ immedialty she sighed, being completely used to her club member vegas and his strange ways. she especially felt like face palming as she noticed the odd and crudely drawn picture of … something on the board. with a eyebrows raised, she looked towards niko who voiced her own thoughts. whatever julio did, it never was ‘ordinary’. in fact, vegas was quite the eccentric hero in this president’s mind. when julio did something, it was on a whim and it was as if only he would understand what was going on. and that was honestly the truth. lydia took another look at the image before she moved, stepping towards julio and ruffling his hair like he was her little brother. pulling out her phone, she began to type before showing julio the screen. wouldn’t miss club for the world julio. then she turned to nikola, answering his question as she typed it up on her phone. lifting the screen to his face she smiled. and i am quite cheerful niko. i finally get to see you guys! and we get to have time off, too read! life is just wonderful! moving in front of niko, she smiled and ruffled his hair lightly too. to others it might seem like she was just randomly touching these boys without knowing them. but in reality, lydia knew these kids like they were her own siblings. being an only child and missing her father for most of her life, the literature club was like the big family she had never had. meeting them every time was like a big family get together in her mind. if she was honest, she loved all her members as much as she would love a family of her own. they were close to her, and nothing could replace them.
turning around, lydia looked around at her members and frowned slightly. typing up the message quickly, she spun it at niko then julio.i think were missing two members. | |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 12:53:11 GMT -6
To say that Devin has had it rough would be the understatement of the century. The lifelong road on this journey we sometimes called 'society' was never an easy for the white-haired Detroit native. It is however, rather easy to assume that things had taken a turn for better. Sad to say though, that was only partially correct. One could even deduct that Devin had taken refuge in the literature club at the university. The boy had always had a profound affinity for books. Whether it be a paperback or hard cover, it didn't matter much at all to him. Books were merely a means for him to escape the casualties and sometimes even the difficulties of the real world. To him, reading was practically a second nature. Boy was glad to have found people at this godforsaken school that shared a similar interest. Having a way to free himself from the everyday struggle was all he needed.
To Devin, reading was somewhat therapeutic.
Today on the other hand, was a disaster waiting to happen. The poor boy was late to a club meeting. This wasn't the sort of impression he was planning to make initially. What was the kid to do? It wasn't like he could just flat out skip it entirely. Nope. Skipping the club meeting in it's entirety was clearly not and option. But with tardiness comes with some sort of explanation as to why this little white-haired short stack hadn't shown up yet. At this point in time, it was already too late to try thinking of a legitimate reason for being late. And at this rate, he would likely be the last one out of the crew to arrive. Long strides were taken as he practically power-walked through the winding halls and ultimately arriving at the club's meeting place. Waving to each of the fellow members, in that awkward manner of his, his messenger slinging around his slim figure, he made his presence - or lack there of - known.
"Sorry I'm late..." the twenty-year-old spoke. How awkward was this indeed. If anything, it was better than not being here at all. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Dec 16, 2013 14:33:03 GMT -6
“you mean to say you have never been blessed with the sight of sir o'quinn's face?” poor, sheltered soul. vegas could say there were many tragedies across their blessed world, and this was one of them, “not even one glimpse of this legend? fabled myths talk of his dedication and devotion to fate itself, his dogged belief in destiny.” fabled myths meaning six seasons of a tv show, of course! yet nikola's mention had initially caused him to pause mid-heavy brow wrinkle, his mind lighting up with a proposition to propose, yet decided that could wait for later when their leader headed in.
and vegas was caught off-guard by the hair ruffling as he had not really been anticipating hair ruffling from the respected president. it was hard to say what julio's reaction was - something a little affronted despite the closeness that existed between the members. it seemed that the hero vegas did not like having his hair fluffed up.
little complaint was said, however, and it seemed julio returned to the matter at hand quickly, squinting a little to read what was written on lydia's phone, “admirable commitment. as expected of our revered leader!” and alongside that, nikola's quick distancing from what was now on the board didn't seem to bother him. he seemed ready to withdraw and put the marker back for now given the president was there but those actions were put aside when there was a new entrant.
“hark! a member approaches,” julio announced, as if the others weren't aware of devin's entrance. his eagerness to invite in seemed innocent enough anyway, if as loud as ever, “fear not young soul! lateness is no issue here at all.” returning to put the marker down, though, his other hand was still holding his phone and it seemed he had another quest to complete now.
“niki, could you just sidle up alongside terry o'quinn for vegas…?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 20:36:35 GMT -6
"... sir o'quinn...?" from the pictures on julio's phone he'd imagined the man was some sort of celebrity, but now he wasn't sure. he sounded like some sort of fairytale character from this description, and it wasn't easy to really know what julio was dramatising and what he wasn't. he was grateful that lydia's entrance provided a window of relief from having to think quite so hard.
of course he wasn't quite so pleased when he read the word 'niko' - he understood a 'nikola' and a 'nico' in the same club might have been a bit confusing, but when they all liked to talk about family it was a little jarring. he just gave her the same smile as before, setting his coffee and bag on the nearest table to get his book and reading diary out, stacking them together neatly. "i don't know if nico is coming, i think i heard something about him being a little unwell. arthur... who knows?" he sounded a little distracted, apparently concentrating intently on finding something in his bag.
in fact, it was only when the door opened that he looked up again, glancing over. "hello? literature club meeting? don't worry about being late, we're not all here yet." he offered the newcomer a little wave. "i'm nikola. 'niki'." it was always nice to have people joining, after all. he just hoped lydia's muteness, and his own discomfort with being close to others, and julio's... everything, weren't too overwhelmingly odd for a first meeting. "and because he probably won't tell you it himself, that -" pointing at the gigantic freshman, "is julio."
speaking of julio, the request prompted a slightly suspicious look, nikola slowly setting his newfound pen down with his other things and moving over to do as he was asked. "... alright, but... why?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2013 16:38:21 GMT -6
when julio began to rant on this sir o’quinns sheer awesomness, lydia began to raise an eyebrow in sheer confusion. and when nikola had questionably said ‘sir o’quinn’ lydia nodded in approval of this question. as vegas went on, speaking of this quinns legends and myths, she drew to two conclusions. one, sir o’quinn didn’t really exist and was a figment of julios imagination. two, sir o’quinn still didn’t exist, but he was in some sort of tv show or book. those were the only things that could explain the state her club member was in at the moment.
gould turned back to nikola as he explained about nico’s sickness and she frowned, unhappy at this. silently in her mind she hoped he wasn’t too bad in bed, and that he would be up and about soon. but once he mentioned arthur, she deiced niko was right, that guy could be anywhere. she was pretty close with all her club members, but wasn’t so sure about arthur in general outside of lit club. but honestly, she wasn’t really the nosy type so it was okay as long as he came as the vice president. but that would mean that she might have to get a acting vice president. she looked between julio and nikola, about to choose, before the door opened up and a newcomer came inside.
lydia looked back and saw a white haired boy, a person she had never seen before. gingerly he expressed his guilt of being tardy, but the raven haired girl quickly smiled as julio corrected the kid saying lateness was no problem. moving up after nikola had introduced himself and julio, she quickly typed on her phone before moving it in the new boys face, smiling. he is right, welcome to literature club! i’m lydia gould, your club president! the reason i’m typing on my phone is because i am mute, unable to speak, so if you can handle that then it’s you’ll fit right in! what’s your name? lydia had her full focus on the newcomer now. | |
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Jan 1, 2014 1:27:37 GMT -6
deprived of the opportunity to introduce himself fully, vegas wanted to whisper one thing and one thing alone to nikola at that point: spoilers. how was julio meant to seem so heroic with such a pitiable introduction like that? he reminded himself another thing to whisper to the otherwise honourable nikola: hero tips.
clearing his throat before he spoke, he waved off the sophomore's words and choose to apply proper justice decorum, “niki deceives our new member. for it is not simply julio - nay, there is so much more.”
“behold! vegas is the name of this immortal soul of justice. be sure to commit it to your heart!” thumping his chest twice, julio gestured from his heart - a justice heart beam, obviously! once niki was close to the beautiful drawing of sir terry o'quinn, though, he once again busied himself with his phone and replying to the other's question, “vegas needs to record this historic moment for future generations. a photograph for this momentous occasion, lady fate demands it!”
however, adjusting his angle didn't seem to be one thing julio was fiddling with. for the hero vegas was swamped by an eternal dilemma!! the age-long question: which instagram filter to pick? brow furrowing as he considered the grave implications of each, he kept attention on his phone but nonetheless dictated to niki, “strike a pose! bare your soul to the camera, hero nikola.”
considering the other two seemed second thought as julio added, “does the fair lydia's heart sing to be in-shot as well? and what of literature club's newest member?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 8:42:26 GMT -6
the reaction from julio made him smile, a rather uncommon occurrence. it wasn't that he'd been looking to take the wind out of the freshman's sails, but rather that otherwise the new member would go away thinking that 'vegas' was julio's first and only name. nikola himself had experienced that same confusion not all that long ago.
"not deceiving, just... giving the whole story. you wouldn't want someone to be confused and scared because of you, would you, julio?" not that that wasn't his usual reaction to most of what the bombastic, incredibly outgoing vegas did, but that was beside the point right now.
standing by the whiteboard, he set to taking his coat off, as well as the comfortable gloves. his technique was careful but practiced - doing so without touching the outer surface, turning them right side out before putting them in a neat little pile under the nearest table. things he was in contact with often would accumulate a fair amount of toxin, after all, and he wouldn't want to chance someone with open wounds on their hands touching his things without an extra precaution.
straightening back up and standing by the whiteboard again, he adopted a presenting pose, like a magician's assistant. "will this do...?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 21:23:47 GMT -6
Clearly he wasn't expecting this sort of hospitality, especially considering that he was so fashionably late to his gathering as a club member. If it was any consolation, at least he didn't need to feel so damn guilty about being tardy. Or rather, not as much awkwardness as he was feeling initially. Oh man, if it was any different, he probably would have already left the room with a smooth sensation of pure angst. But no, these fellow club mates seemed nice enough...or at least, that's the sort of impression he made out as of right now. Not that it was a bad thing. It really wasn't! For him, it was just highly unusual. You could say he was starting to like it here already. Visions of success with this club began to swirl around the mind of the scarred boy. After all, the journey of a thousand miles would begin with a single step.
Speaking of steps, Devin would need to some rather large steps in order to get himself settled in for good. First and foremost, the boy turned his attention over to each of the other members as they spoke. Surely enough, they seemed to be quite lenient with the boy's lateness. That was a good sign. Specifically, he turned his attention to the message on the young woman's phone. A mute, was she? How terribly saddening. To not be able to power your vocal cords must be a tough task indeed. The boy wouldn't imagine that bothering him much at all. And so with a nod signaling acknowledge of that fact, the boy would respond. "I...I don't think that will be an issue. Or rather, to me at least." Scratching the back of his head with feelings of slight discouragement, he continued. "I'm Devin Haywood. It's lovely to meet you, and I appreciate the warm welcome." he finished, lips slightly perked upwards.
The seemingly powerful voice of the considerably larger male was enough to send the heterochromatic boy into a brief shock. He could chill shooting down his emotionally fragile spine. My goodness. That guy couldn't possib-oh never mind. Whatever the case, all he could hope for at this point in time was not getting run over by that dude. Literally. Second thoughts began to brew. A picture, eh? Or a video perhaps? Normally, Devin would not object to a basic yet endearing gesture such as this. But alas, the kid did not think of himself as being worthy of such a thing right now. Not just yet. Rapidly waving his hands about as a act of utter refusal with cheeks flaring, the boy spoke. "Oh I, er, I wouldn't want to impose or anything...I just..." What was he saying really? What better way to commemorate this joyous occasion?
"On second thought, why not." Needless to say, he was unsure of what to do at that moment. So much for having the others showing him the ropes. LAIKA OF GS! |
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