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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 4:19:17 GMT -6
In the grand scheme of it, how could it be so bad? Right? Jack had received the notice beneath the floorboards of a small apartment, a few raps at the door proceeded it. In the hours it took for him to wake up more letters seemed to pile up, at least until no more could fit. Fingers weakly grasped at the covers, tangled in the sheets as the noise was becoming a bit irritating. At this point he was nothing more than a mound of covers, writhing back and forth to find that comfortable position again so he could chase sleep.
“Come on, wake up…I am tired of just sitting around waiting for you to move.” Behind his eyelids she sat in a desk, legs crossed whispering into his ear. Dressed in a form fitting black skirt, blonde hair pulled into a bun with thick rimmed glasses and a button up top paired with a black blazer. “Obviously someone else besides me wants your attention, you do know that right?”
Muttering inaudibly with a pillow covering his face, almost rolling to his side "What are you even saying? You’ve been moping for the last three days—did you really want to get into THAT school? Come on now…you can do better than NYU." Elizabeth sucked her teeth, shaking her head while looking down at her nails. "You are really something else." Jack moved the pillow from his face, glaring at the ceiling. "Do you really have to? You know. Use that voice, talk that way, and be so pushy?" She knew his heart was set on the school, obviously, or else she wouldn't have taken the dig. Covers were flung to the floor while he swung his feet out of the bed, eyes were focused out of the window. Eyes squinted as they tried to adjust to the blaring sunlight which spilled through curtains. Groggy muscles sluggishly started moving him forward. Why was he even moving? Aimless wandering through the spacious apartment stopped him right in front of the door—the letters. Eyes traced over white envelopes, each one had the same stink.
One and the same they were, but he plucked one precariously from the pile. Emblazoned on the front was the haunting logo:
ICARUS α three weeks later…
No backpack.
Just a thin hoodie for the fall breeze, eyes constantly moved, scanning, wondering, questioning and pondering some more. ICARUS obviously had plans for him here, but to what end? There was a defined line between outright manipulation and meeting an end—funny story though you never truly find the other end. Regardless he put one foot in front of the other, deliberate strides forward to shake off the nerves. Fingers wiggled in his pockets the jitters even spread there, like a radiating pulse from his chest that caused him to take deep breaths as if he were asthmatic. Maybe he would be the mute kid in classes, or possibly he just would refuse to associate with his peers. Yes that second one is easier to achieve. The perception associated with it though wasn’t even on his mind.
Everyone looked so happy and if it were a normal person maybe they would be calm at that, but we are talking about Jack. Semi-neurotic, paranoid, and full of angst, rage, rage face. Brow creased it made him look far too serious, shoulders rolled forward closing him off to communication and his hair was slicked back. A nice navy that most assumed was a dye job. The yellow highlighting HUD, which projected solely in his field of vision, directed him forward to the WELCOME CENTER. Breaking the threshold even made him feel that he joined a fad too late, or too soon maybe he shouldn't have accepted the offer at all. However it seemed that he was bred for this job, one last hurrah, because if he didn't kill he would be killed.
“Just smile Jack, smile that gorgeous smile of yours and be charming.”
'But I don’t even know where to begin' came the mental response, projected on the HUD as a small box like a Skype conversation. So he could see her computer generated face, delicate curves, with lavish deep cerulean eyes and blonde hair—which of course has been in flux depending on her mood.
"Uh how about HELLO! My name is Jack Co—" “yt, and I am trying to find my way around in class.” That was good he thought, words rolled of his tongue and with the same tones that she provided him. The transition was seamless and there was no delay, convenient thing about her being in his head she could move his mouth. It was bubbly but not over bearing. Jack even leaned against the counter, never breaking eye contact, Oh he was a dangerous man.
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Post by BARTLEBY BANKS on Feb 11, 2014 1:55:32 GMT -6
Contrasting from the seriousness of Jack's walk up to the counter, Bart can be seen behind with his feet up and his arms folded back as he sits around bored as ever. Though it might not seem fitting that such a person is working at the welcoming center, Bartleby is one of very few who actually volunteer to help out. Being VP of the community service club makes him feel obligated to help around as much as he can, and though helping people at shelters or cleaning beaches is a bit more what he wanted, fellow classmates need the help too, so why not.
His eyes glance up as the approaching stranger. A person with a new face, and likely one that he'll never see again in his opinion. His movements and expression looked to focused. His eyes seemed to get Bartleby's attention the most, staring so intensely. The older man would likely get nervous from it, if it wasn't for the fact that he doesn't care enough.
"Pfft"
The man quickly covers his mouth to hide his short burst of a chuckle as the classmate brought up his concern. Sure enough practically everyone comes up to the counter in the same fashion, some even reluctant as they feel embarrassed to ask which is silly since anyone who's new needs help at first. If anything, it's likely the combination of this intense look and the casual way he leans on the counter that triggered the laugh.
"Alright Mr. Jack Coyt, I'll just need to know where you class is."
Bartley drops down his feet from the counter as he slips into his full-out work mode. From a box just next to him he digs through to pull out a sheet of paper with a map drawn on it and then grabs a pen form a drawer.
"If not you can also just tell me your course number and department and I'll look it up for you."
Mimicking the underclassmen, Bartleby leans in on the counter to stair right back but keeping enough distance for his precious pompadour to not collide. An eyebrow curls up as his lips pucker into a dumb looking smirk. The kid interests Bartleby, especially since he doesn't seem to let up on the looking. Most after a second either just look at his hair flabbergasted or try to look away and try not to laugh at some of the man's more unusual looks. But this kid, Bartleby isn't too sure just what he's thinking.
@jack
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 10:33:47 GMT -6
It was with much disdain that Elizabeth tried to keep the smile in the face of the brute, taking point, and controlling Jack was fun, but not when they were being mocked. Given under strict order to keep her cool when she took lead, there was a bit of regret that she herself couldn’t make the first strike. At least not with the fist, so it was a careful job of using her words only. Being laughed at was the greatest insult, especially when diplomacy was the only way to achieve the results she wanted. Nay, this would only continue on. Even as the small fit of laughter passed, she was still on the surface, Jack Coyt. A small situation of duality, that would make one feel a bit put off.
Though through the mind they spoke, he was still very much in there. ‘Elizabeth! What are you doing?’ His rage wasn’t anything to play with, and he remembered the last time she did this. If his count was right, in Reno Nevada he had a stable of male street walkers, and expected pain. ‘Let’s not tempt fate, I am doing my best to keep everything very low key.’ Elizabeth scoffed, mentally rolling her eyes as well. She didn’t take order well enough though, tempting fate is what she was good at.
“Big and bad…something about that is a bit boring.” Lips moved loose and fast “Effectively I can’t at this moment give you the proper discipline.” So she leaned forward so that the pompadour pressed gingerly against Jack’s forehead and slid his consciousness to the forefront.
“Physicality, course number P0304” Demeanor instantly changed. The smirking sly look with wide eyes to accompany it faded. Eyes half lidded, and stern, staring right back into the eyes of the man behind the counter, drifting with his peripherals to the name tag. Bartleby…”This can go easily, or this can be difficult, but you seem like a nice lad, nice enough at least. You don’t want trouble, and this posturing won’t get you anywhere.” Fingers tensed against the counter top, Jack was back…with wild eyes, jaw tensed a bit—more from frustration of Elizabeth’s antics, but Bartleby just offered a proper outlet.
“Simply I need a proper heading to my class, possibly a guide to my dorms.” For a second his eyes shifted up to the pompadour “What is up with your hair?” Maybe that was the wrong way to express his confusion, or intrigue but today was a day of loose lips.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 23:05:10 GMT -6
 | I'M TRYING TO HIT THE MARK
but i'm shooting with broken arrows
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MEH
Hi I'm here
| Tsubaki gingerly hurried her way to the welcome center, her schedule in hand, having a quick look, she spotted that she was placed in a class that she swore she didn’t signed up for. Yet, there it was, a very wrong class, something about plant manipulation. She didn’t have that, she was all psychic. Thankfully it was still early in the semester and at least she went to the book store early enough to know through her book buying that this change needed to happen.
She folded the paper up and placed it within her messenger bag and stopped in front of the welcome center; maybe they know where she can go to get this change finished, it was a pretty large university. Tsubaki nervously laughed to herself, but cleared her throat. This was no time to be nervous! A mind reader is never like this! We always know what’s going on, we must always be a step ahead of everyone else. Or so her mother would have told her. After taking in a deep breath and put on her best smile, she pushed the door open that lead her to the front.
There were two people already in the room. Of course, her mind unconsciously reached out to hear the voice that would be emitted from them, this was not on purpose but of young power that was still blooming. But without even touch a mind, she could feel the unsteady air from both parties. One seemed very unhappy while the other held an air of cockiness. Her smile lowered a little but came back up as she came up behind both of them. Tsubaki placed her hands around the strap of her bag as her eyes flickered between both of them.
”I would watch out. The hair isn’t something you should be asking about.” She briskly stated. This was not on purpose; it was only a warning, a very innocent one in fact.
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