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Post by Eleanor "Jamika" Treehorn on Oct 5, 2012 19:28:17 GMT -6
October 7th - 3:00PM
“What the actual crap, man.” Jamika muttered under her breath. She had been staring at the same page for half an hour, reviewing the complex equations and formulas that she was tasked to decode for homework two week ago – only having the motivation to actually look at them the day before it was due. Time management was never her strong suit. Jamika had been wallowing in the library for about three hours now, having found a clear table that sat off to the side so she could sit down and manically try to crank out as much work as she could. She already conquered the hell out of her Spanish, Poetry and Mythology work until she had to face her most hated subject: Calculus. 'Isaac Newton can bite me for all I care.' she thought bitterly. She laid the book down on the desk, gave an exasperated sigh and let her head fall, burying her face into the book and putting her hands behind her head in frustration. 'I’m glad he got crazy from mercury poisoning and died.' Her brain was caught in a deadlock, having grinded for so long it finally came to a halt, even making her forget what the simplest of equations meant.
She needed a drink.
Jamika lifted her head up and closed her book. She pushed it away from her as if it suddenly reeked of sewage, stood up, and made her way outside of the library to locate the nearest drinking fountain. Luckily, there was one right outside of the library and she skipped right over. She took four hefty sips until she was satisfied and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, letting out a content sigh. She leaned against the wall beside the water fountain to consider her next move. Maybe she would skip her calculus work all together and work on something else, maybe get ahead of her Poetry and procrastinate by actually doing work for other classes. But… that would be the easy way out. And as much as she loved taking the easy way, she didn’t like straight-up giving up. She smiled to herself and gave a determined nod. It was settled. It didn't matter how long it have to take to do her work - she was gonna go and make calculus her bitch.
Confident, she walked back into the library, humming to herself as she went to her table until –
“Oh hell no.” She murmured, her eyes narrowing. She hadn’t been away for more than five minutes and already someone had taken her seat. She felt her anger begin to boil and she made her way towards them, but then slowed down, stopping to examine them a little further.
'… You know? That son of a bitch looks pretty cute.' She thought as the sides of her mouth curved up into an impish grin. She tiptoed her way towards the person in the seat, making sure to be as silent as possible. Then, once she was right behind, she leaned down close to their head.
“Hey,” she spoke softly, seductively, her lips only a centimeter or so away from their ear. “Whatcha’ readin’?”
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Notes: I'll find a template and outfit later =u= *lazy to stuff like that*
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Post by Noah Elias Reed on Oct 7, 2012 16:10:23 GMT -6
 '' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know[/color][/font][/color] [/center] The last thing that he wanted to do right now was study. Studying was something he rarely did in the first place. But things here were a lot stricter. It was harder to find a nerd to pay off to do his homework, he had found. Noah was at his last resort, which, was studying. Hell, did he even remember how to study properly? Whatever, the test was just on Civil War shit. He was sure he could bullshit enough answers and test his luck to get enough of them right. It was all a matter of luck. And quite frankly, he figured he had quite a fair amount of it. Aside from landing himself in this hell hole, but that was another problem all together as far as he was concerned. It was all the schools fault, and that teacher. She really should have been quieter.
An annoyed huff escaped the lanky teen as he snatched his backpack up and headed down the halls of the school. It only took him about ten minutes to get from his last class over to the library. Weaving around the masses of people getting out of classes was probably the only thing that had slowed him down. There was a lot of attractive people here, which were proving to be quite the constant distraction. Speaking of which, he really needed a round of sex. It took just about all his self control not to pick out a poor soul that looked like a slut. How easy it would have been to just grab one and slip into the bathroom or something
Noah shook his head as he pushed the doors open to the library and paused. He took a moment to look around, trying to pick out a secluded place to sit. After a few seconds he managed to spot one out and made a bee line for it. Dumping his backpack onto the floor, Noah settled himself down in the chair and sighed. Well, time to get this going, he supposed. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Oh, what was this random textbook doing here? Noah quickly reached out and moved it farther away from him. Reaching down he tugged the textbook out of his backpack along with his notebook and a pen. He flipped open the book and turned to the proper page he needed and began reading.
Only three sentences into the paragraph and a woman’s voice was suddenly whispering into his ear. It caused a rippling chill to run down his spine. At first his eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered his composure and allowed an amused smirk to grow upon his lips. He attempted to glance back without turning his head but he couldn’t make out anymore more than a blob of pink, so he concluded she must have been standing directly behind him. How had she managed to sneak up on him like that?
Noah raised an arm, reaching back behind him to where he knew she’d be standing and slid his fingers into her hair, curling them around the side of her head. Gently he pulled her closer and turned his head so he could get a better look at her. Man that was a lot of pink hair, but she was definitely cute. ”Reading your mind..you think I’m sexy, don’t you? You must have if you came over here..” He said softly, his lips just an inch or two from hers now.
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Post by Eleanor "Jamika" Treehorn on Oct 13, 2012 10:26:35 GMT -6
She wasn’t expecting any type of specific reaction besides the initial shock (if she had successfully sneaked up behind her prey, that was) but the sudden feeling of fingers running through her hair was a pleasant surprise. Forward. She liked that.
She let herself be pulled closer to him, a devilish smirk forming on her lips as she got a better look at her possible screw. ‘Damn, did this guy looks wild,’ she thought, quickly taking in the site of his tattoos, piercing, gauged ear lobes, and intensely colored eyes, not to mention that he was fine as fuck. He looked about her age, though she couldn’t care less if he had turned out to be younger. Jamika quickly assumed that he had to be a new student at St. Helena’s, otherwise she had no idea how she could’ve missed someone like him before.
She chuckled in response to his comment. “Well, someone enjoys flattering themselves,” she teased. “Originally, all I was doing was coming back to my spot. But to my surprise…” She leaned closer, pressing her forehead against his, “I’ve come to find a wicked looking creature has taken it while I had gone away.” She pulled back away from his grasp, turning to pull herself up and sit onto the table. “But yeah. You’re definitely hot, and I’m in no mood to feed such a healthy growing mind such as mine with the completely essential facts dealing with calculus right now. Wanna’ bone?”
Although she enjoyed teasing and baiting here and there, when it came right down to it Jamika was never one for fluff or subtlety. Even within her flirts it would be obvious that she was looking to get something out of it. Smooth, Jamika was not, but hopefully she didn’t need to with someone as fierce looking as this particular student.
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Post by Noah Elias Reed on Oct 13, 2012 18:27:47 GMT -6
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center] Noah allowed a small chuckle to escape as she spoke. Yes, he did enjoy flattering himself. He was completely full of himself. His figure and overall appearance was something he took a lot of pride in. Each day he took at least an hour, if not longer, to get ready. That was far more than most guys ever took to get ready. Noah was certainly a bit of a stickler about his appearance and rarely went out without at least some makeup on. It was just the way he was, and he liked every bit of it. He enjoyed standing out and all the reactions he received because of his appearance. ”I enjoy flattering others too, cutie.” He answered after his slight delay. Compliments were, after all, a great way to get on someone’s good side.
Laughing, he shrugged his shoulders after he found out he had taken her spot. ”Oops?” That certainly explained the random textbook he had seen laying there on the table abandoned. ”Didn’t see your name written on this seat, sweetheart.” He commented as an after thought. The corners of his lips curled upward, smirking as she brought herself even closer to him. Their noses were almost touching, lips just a fraction apart from each other. ”You have very pretty eyes.” Noah commented softly. ”Wicked? Well, I suppose that is something that I am..”
Leaning back slightly, he tilted his head and watched as she took a seat up on the table. Interesting choice of places to sit, she could have easily sat in a chair or even on his lap. Noah would have much preferred for her to sit in his lap. Reaching out he gently placed a hand on her knee, drumming his fingers against it idly as she spoke. ”My my..you certainly have a way with words.” He teased lightly, laughing once more. Being forward though, well, that was a plus. He enjoyed when people knew what they wanted and said it outright versus waiting for someone to pick it out of them. ”Do you have a place in mind to go? Not that I wouldn’t mind banging you right on this table but..I fear someone might stop us before we got to that point..” Noah was the last person that would ever reject a woman coming on to him so boldly, and sex sounded so much better than studying for a class. Noah idly slid his fingers up her thigh as he waited for an answer from her.
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Post by Eleanor "Jamika" Treehorn on Oct 26, 2012 14:24:03 GMT -6
She had suppressed the urge to raise an eyebrow when he commented about her eyes. Though she knew she was attractive and would throw compliments left and right to people, it was pretty uncommon for her to receive any. Or at least any genuine compliment that wasn’t along the lines of being sexy as hell or about having a nice ass. Crude and blantant compliments she can understand but sweet, 1940s-esque, lover-boy compliments about eyes or smiles threw her off a little. Not so much as to deter her decision about getting into this guy’s pants or not. That was definitely underway, and she wasn’t going to try and stop it anytime soon.
She pursed her lips together as she looked around the room. “Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” She remarked. Having been too caught up in the moment, she hadn’t really thought things through and had intentionally sat there so that they could begin whorin' it up. Though there weren’t many people in the library and no one had approached them yet, they weren’t exactly hidden and their ‘antics’ would probably cause some disturbance. “Damn, and the table was starting to get comfortable.” She joked, squirmly lightly in response to his touch and growing increasingly excited. She racked her brain for anything nearby they could go to.
Empty classrooms were tricky. She had been at St. Helena’s long enough to know which classrooms would be occupied during this time and which ones were vacant, but they were sometimes locked and Jamika didn’t want to go through the hassle of jiggling doorknobs to see which ones would open. Ameturs would mostly rely on onestalled restrooms which, in fairness, is a good choice, but the nearest one was in an area where a bunch of students liked to randomly gather. Finally, she thought of something and her mischevious smile grew once more. She put her hand on top of his and leaned in close. “Ever done it in an abandoned supply’s closet before?”
It wasn’t the most romantic of areas and it would be a bit of a walk, but it was straight down the hall and around one corner, and she was pretty sure neither one would mind the lackluster setting as long it was secluded, and since it was no longer used they could appreciate the fact that no brooms or crap would fall on them either.
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Notes: Guh, sorry for the late reply. It's been a rough couple of weeks ;u;
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Post by Noah Elias Reed on Oct 31, 2012 14:39:54 GMT -6
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center] Noah glanced around the library once more and smiled a little. Yeah having sex in here really wouldn’t be the best idea. The librarian was sure to freak out, amongst plenty of the students. They’d more than likely get sent to the counselors or whatever. Get in trouble, having to talk about it and whatever else. It would suck, that was for sure. Noah wasn’t sure if it was really worth all that trouble and drama in the end. Especially since he had never even kissed the girl. What if she was awful and then it was a load of trouble for shit? Pass. ”Oh was it?” He echoed back at her with a slight laugh. Tables were never comfortable. And he knew from experience that fucking on one just made it even more rough and painful.
He continued to brush his fingers along her thigh, dipping them down onto the inside of her thigh a bit as he waited. Surely she knew somewhere to fuck. He had few ideas himself, like old classrooms or even going back to one of their dorms. But it really depended on how long she wanted to postpone their actions. Personally he had no real preference over where it was or how long it took to get there. If they went back to the dorms it would just make him that much more eager. And he would be sure to get a few handfuls of her along the way.
When she finally suggested somewhere he couldn’t help but laugh a little. What a weird place to decide on. But whatever, it was still a place. The corners of his lips curled into a wide grin. ”That sounds workable.” He whispered softly. Noah slowly stood, allowing his lips to brush against hers ever so lightly as he stood. Then he stepped back away from the table, capturing her hand that was on his and gently pulling her to get her to stand up as well. Once she stood, Noah slipped his arm around her and curled his fingers around her slender waist. He really had no problem getting cozy with her, or anyone for the matter. It was just the way he was. ”Lead the way sweetheart.” He said with a smirk and gestured towards the door.
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