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Post by corrineharrison on Dec 26, 2012 20:00:17 GMT -8
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of LS & BTN[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]She couldn't help but simply stare at the campus for a while. Corrine felt a slight nagging at the back of her mind that she was supposed to be in one of those buildings learning about...art history of something else she would never use. The woman currently wasn't enrolled to go to school here anymore though, of her own choosing, so it wasn't like she was actually skipping class though. A little sigh escaped her though as the thought continued to make itself known. "Oh, shut up." she muttered to herself while tightening her light jacket around her midsection. Corri had been standing at the gates of UCLA for a good twenty to thirty minutes, not in the direct pathway of students and faculty mind you, but off to the side and out of the way. It was almost as if there was a force surrounding her, both preventing her from leaving the premises and entering the grounds. Although she hadn't even been out of school for a year, just dropping out that spring semester, the life felt completely foreign to her now. She was still living off of ramen and macaroni with her meager bookstore salary, but entire concept of her day having meaning was just not there any longer. It wasn't like the classes she had been taking had been helping her really either; twenty-two and she was still undecided.
The circular reasoning she was fighting against caused her head to ache, Corrine rubbed in temples in frustration and couldn't help but let out another sigh. Leaning against the wall she shielded her eyes against the afternoon sun, this was doing absolutely nothing for her. She almost envied the students walking to and from the gates, complaining about class, comparing answers quickly before the lecture, finishing the last page of the reading, rejoicing or crying over their recent grade. "At least you all have a class to complain about." Corri muttered, once again, to herself, the habit of talking to herself was sure to have a very negative effect in the near future, but hey she didn't get out much anymore.
Still, that was no excuse to loiter around the local college campus all day as there was actual stuff that she should get done. The real world beckoned her and as much as would like to find a bench and pull out her copy of Pride & Prejudice there was no time. Corrine adjusted her purse strap and pushed herself off the wall, and managed to trip on a crack in the sidewalk before even stepping a foot away from the brick wall she had been lounging against. Her knees and hands took most of the impact as she attempted to catch herself and watched helplessly which the contents of her purse scattered every which way. Corri swore under her breath slightly and winced a little as she forced herself off the found in an attempt to gather her wallet, phone, books, pens, and other scattered objects. "No, please. Just keep walking by all my stuff." she said as a group of giggling girls stepped on her book. "Watch it!"
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Dec 26, 2012 23:26:21 GMT -8
[/style][style=width: 485px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; background: transparent url('http://i.imgur.com/EoJ6g.png'); background-repeat: repeat-y; color: #072C52; font-family: century Gothic; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px;] With his laptop in his zipped black backpack, Marcos had only one goal in mind for the day - bum internet from UCLA. For months he had been "borrowing" the university's wifi because...well, internet was expensive nowadays, and being a male bartender didn't yield nearly as many tips as what Naomi did. Man if I had tits like her I'd probably be making a ton of money... He stopped where he was, in the middle of the walkway, and looked down at his chest for a moment, holding up gigantic imaginary breasts. It didn't take long for a frown to spread across his face, knowing that it was a silly idea and he'd never EVER want to be a woman. They had babies coming out of their lady parts and it ble- just no. Besides, he had other things to be proud of. The wind was calm and the sun was out, which was a bonus. The last two days he had parked in the guest parking he marched through what seemed to be an endless cloud of rain. Marcos could feel the energy level of the campus all around him, people hurrying from building to building for their classes while others were perched outside of a brick building eating a late lunch. He envied those that were attending class here, but he never envisioned himself sitting in a classroom for more than five minutes. He honestly didn't have a clue what he wanted to do with his life, so he just stuck around with Naomi, Tequila, and the others in hopes of something opening up one day. Then again, one couldn't ask for much at a place like 4Play. He'd be able to get out and find a real job, but likely no time soon. Wearing a long-sleeved black and white plaid shirt and a pair of stonewash boot cut jeans, Marcos trekked across campus until he came across a young lady on the ground picking up her stuff. A group of girls were giggling as they walked by. That was uncalled for! "Hey! You three skanks! How about you stop sneering and help her out? I can see up your noses they're so high in the air!" All three turned to him and scowled before walking off, talking about him as they walked away. On instinct, he moved over and bent down to help her pick up her things. He handed a phone, small notepad, and a few assorted pens to her before he broke the silence. "Hi! I'm sorry about that. I've seen those girls around...extreme bitches. I'm Marcos, by the way." A familiar grin was plastered across his handsome face, flashing his pearly white teeth at her. He hadn't noticed before now, but she was very pretty. The way her rose-colored hair fell down her back was very elegant, eyes matching the brightness of her hair. He normally didn't bother with other people he didn't know, but for some reason he really wanted to get to know her. Though it might have been just to get into her pants.
WORDS!: 532 TAG!: Corrine NOTES!: He's an interesting fellow, yes?
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Post by corrineharrison on Dec 27, 2012 12:48:43 GMT -8
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of LS & BTN[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Corrine brought her head up as she heard a male voice tell off the three girls. Well to be fair, they weren’t dressed weather appropriately for a late April afternoon even if they were in L.A. She hoped they wouldn’t insult her though and suddenly lower themselves to help her out; luckily they kept the stuck-up image and simply shot the man a disgusted look before heading on the merry way, most likely not to listen in a lecture course. She shook her head and began to look around for her phone that she knew has dropped to the sidewalk when it appeared in front of her face. She looked up with slight surprise in her eyes as the man apologized for the situation. Corrine shrugged, ”It seems a lot of people are extreme bitches these days.” taking the objects from his hand she shoved them all in her purse haphazardly before standing up to assess the rest of the damage her body had taken with the fall. Thankfully she had chosen to wear jeans today to her actual knees hadn’t been cut up and her hands simply stung and had a few obvious scrapes. Nothing life threatening though it appeared.
Then she got a good look at the man who had helped her, he seemed about her age maybe a couple years older if that and obviously taller than her with a rather strong build. After realizing fully that Marcos had introduced himself, she appeared to think it over for a moment before responding with her own name, ”Corrine.” after another she added, ”Thank you by the way. I guess I didn’t realize manners changed so quickly in college after only be gone a few months.” Corri raised her voice slightly at another small group of people passing by, obviously too caught up in their phones, to notice anyone else walking in their path. It was safe to say they didn’t notice. She scoffed slightly, proving the point to herself as she pocketed her own cell phone and crossed her arms. There was a proper system for this wasn’t there? She’d seen it enough times in movies and read enough scenes in books where the heroine must somehow convey her thanks to some character for helping her out.
Corrine glanced off to the side for a moment and pursed her lips before saying, ”So, I suppose I should offer to buy you a coffee or something since obviously my words of thanks can’t possibly be enough.” This may have sounded like a joke to a passerby, but there wasn’t even the hint of a smile on Corrine’s face as she said her piece. She wasn’t exactly annoyed either, her face was simply blank. After another breath she then asked, ”Well…can I?” It sounded so enthusiastic.
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Dec 27, 2012 21:59:37 GMT -8
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Well there was one thing Marcos knew for sure - he was confused to hell and back by this woman.
She seemed to be thankful at first as he handed her some of her belongings, but her facial expressions didn't exactly convey sincerity. In fact, if anything it only proved to confuse Marcos even moreso. He scratched his head and made a face between a frown and an inquisitive stare, not afraid to show the confusion on his face. It wasn't when she introduced herself as Corrine or even when she mentioned the fact that she hadn't been in college for a few months, but the statements following. "Well yeah that would be fine but...I mean you don't have to. It's really no biggie. But I'll warn you - I thoroughly enjoy my coffee, and if you get me hyped up on it, I may start talking and never stop. But if you're okay with a chatty guy then sure I'm game. If you want we can take my car - it's really no biggie."
He hesitated for a moment, reflecting on what he had just said. She was a total stranger to him, and he was offering a ride for them to go grab some coffee. Truth be told he didn't go to UCLA, so he probably wasn't even aware that there was a coffee shop on campus. It should have been obvious - what kind of college campus doesn't have coffee nowadays anyway? Marcos was just trying to be nice and friendly. Plus, this would give him the opportunity at making a new friend, which was something he always enjoyed doing.
He reached into his pocket and wrapped his long fingers around his keyring, wiggling them subconsciously while awaiting her answer. In the distance, he could see the building that housed the dining hall as well as the small food court and the coffee shop. Before she could answer, he looked up and interrogated Corrine about it. "Say, what's that building over there? I think that's about the only one I really haven't been in." Boy was he going to be surprised when it was the coffee shop...Corrine, on the other hand, was probably going to think him an idiot.
WORDS!: 378 TAG!: Corrine NOTES!: Yay coffee!!!
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