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Alec Tennant

"I am a part of all that I have met"

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a character in “The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword”, as played by crashmeback

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|Name|
Alec Tennant

|Nickname|


|Age|
20

|Sexuality|


|Gender|
Male

|Face Claim|
Jack O'Connell




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|Hair|
Brown

|Eyes|
Blue

|Height and Weight|
5'8

|In Depth|
He is on the low end of an average height and a runt compared to his older brothers. To make matters worse, he is a habitual sloucher. It matters little to him unless someone wants to throw their weight around. With a stocky frame, he is solidly built but does little with it. He swims and takes long walks as a mild form of exercise except he doesn't really see it that way. He just needs to get away and recharge. His dress is often casual, somewhat sloppy. Alec was more important things on his mind than appearing fashionable. Often times he wears two different pair of socks because he just doesn't pay attention. His hair is dark and usually kept short but as it gets longer, it because curly and unruly.

|Author|
Alfred Tennyson




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|Personality|

Alec is quiet and unassuming; the classic "strong but silent" type. He learned early on he couldn't compete with his brothers in noise and flash and adapted. He is often a peace keeper or mediator. Outwardly, he often appears cool and collected. Nothing seems to phase him. But inwardly, he feels everything deeply. He can often feel alone and takes every defeat personally. He doesn't always know how to express himself and uses his writing to do it for him. In fear that he will falter or disappoint, he often spends hours editing his own work. His desire for perfection can be seen in others areas like homework but is completely devoid in other areas like his workspace.

|Likes|

❤ Books, especially the classics
❤ New pens
❤ Coffee
❤ Being alone in a crowded room

|Dislikes|

✘ Conflict
✘ To disappoint
✘ Pencils
✘ Loud noises




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|History|


Born to a quiet pastor and his unassuming wife, Alec had a peaceful childhood. But sometimes it was to peaceful. His brothers and himself often looked for trouble just to have something to do. Their small town left little to stimulate their active imaginations. Their hi-jinks were tame, usually including mild pranks and genial rebellion. Their behavior was often overlooked with the attitude that "boys will be boys". For Alex and his brothers, it was sometimes frustrating to get away with so much but it brought them close together.

Things seemed idyllic until one summer. His older brother changed. He had entered high school that year and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But his brother often felt invisible, being stuck in the middle of Alec and the superstar firstborn. He started to become moody, looking for ways to get attention. His circle of friends changed and he became secretive and irritable. He started slipping away from his family and Alec felt like he was losing a part of himself. He followed his brother one afternoon and discovered the reason for his change in behavior. He watched his brother shoot a needle into his arm, surrounded by his new friends. Alec was devastated and confronted his brother. They fought and argued and it all seemed useless. "Don't tell anyone!" his brother insisted. Alec assured him he wouldn't but pleaded with him to stop.

Several weeks past and nothing changed. Alec couldn't sleep at night and found himself anxious and desperate. He finally told his parents and his brother was shipped off to rehab. His brother felt betrayed and Alec carried that guilt. To this day, his brother won't speak to him. After rehab, his brother left home. Alec eventually went off to college. He never speaks of his brother but often becomes overcome with guilt. His outlet quickly became writing. He scribbles poems and obsesses over each word. It gives him purpose and helps him forget.

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So begins...

Alec Tennant's Story

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Sunday.
Predicted forecast: Sunny, with scattered clouds.
Temperature: 28°F
Hour: 8:12 A.M.
Term: Recent beginning of the second semester.
Students of Arcane University have no classes today, one of the few days of the week students have entirely free. Some people, procrastinators no doubt, can be found locked in their dorm room, perhaps attempting to accomplish a last-minute paper. Many others can be found outside, enjoying the weather, whether it be in the park or in a local coffee shop. Some simply prefer to remain indoors, lounging with their friends in the living area of their dorm. Today, we focus on the students of the infamous Ink Saber Dorm. How are they spending their hours?




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Was there ever anything sadder than watching the sun slowly climb over the horizon, shedding light on skeletal tree branches as it went? Probably. But it didn't seem so at the time.
Eleanor had woken up at five thirty in the morning. A shame since she had only finally managed to drift off to sleep at around one in the morning, but those four and a half hours would be plenty for the day. The misery of it came from that she didn't move from her bed until at least seven. Not wanting to wake Marie, her sleeping roommate, since she knew how little sleep she got as well, she decided simply not to chance it, instead staying in bed for a solid hour and a half, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling. After that, she broke. Tiptoeing as quietly as she could manage across the creaky floorboards, she pulled a t-shirt, some leggings, and an over-sized sweater she had picked up from a thrift store earlier that month, and ducked into the bathroom to change and finish her morning routine. It was cold that morning, and the sweater was a comforting source of warmth. It wasn't until she had already changed that she realized her entire outfit was grey scale, and by that point she was too tired to try again.
Careful to open the bathroom door without it squeaking, El nabbed her laptop from her desk and headed into the main kitchen. She had been hoping that given the early hour, there would be no one there, but Rainier was, as well as one or two others.
"Morning," she said quietly, to any of the early risers that may have been listening. It earned her a good morning in return from Rain, along with a ruffling of her hair. She swatted at his arm, ducking underneath it to grab a bowl from the cabinets along with cereal and a spoon. There was a teasing comment from him as she poured the milk, putting it in the microwave. It was a trick she had learned from her mother before she passed, and the warm cereal was always a treat on cold winter days such as this one. She ignored Rain's comment, going out onto the terrace their dorm was fortunate enough to have with her laptop under one arm. The outside air was chilling, and it immediately gave her goosebumps, but it also woke her up. There was a paper still due for one of her classes, and she was hoping to finish it in one go this morning.
But then an hour had passed, and it was past eight already. Her bowl of cereal sat half-finished next to her laptop, and the paper was also only half complete. Frustrated and freezing, she returned inside to dump the bowl in the sink and sit down on the couch with one of the books she had left on the coffee table the night before to take a small breather from the in-depth analysis of Book I of Paradise Lost.








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As far as philosophy goes, "Early to bed, early to rise" is an excellent one. Well, at least in Rainier's opinion it is. He was in bed by eleven last night, out of bed by seven this morning. A solid eight hours of sleep, which was a rare gift these days, considering how much work he was doing for his classes. As a junior, his professors seemed to think he either had more time on his hands, or an increased ability to complete work quickly. Neither of those were true. What he did have, or at least what he developed, was an ability to run competently on fewer hours of sleep.
He was, if nothing else, sensible. So he pulled a sensible outfit out of his closet--a sweater, jeans (it was cold this morning after all)-- and threw it onto his bed for later that day. For the moment, he only tugged a hoodie over his bare torso. A quick morning care routine in the bathroom later, and he was on his way to the kitchen for breakfast.
He arrived only a few minutes before Eleanor stepped into the kitchen as well, returning her good morning with a quick ruffling of her hair as he pulled a bagel from the fridge. Technically, Jackson had bought them, but they were friends, right? Friends shared. "You've got a regular Princess of Darkness thing going for you today, huh?" he teased, as he so often did about her typical wardrobe. She ignored him, as she so often did, and they went their separate ways. Her outside, and him to the couch, a coffee in one hand and a cream cheese bagel in the other. He picked up the remote as he bit into his breakfast, turning on the television to flip through the channels. He settled on a news channel, the most unbiased one he could find, for his morning viewing as he waited for the rest of the dorm to come alive.
It was an hour before El came back in, and by then, a few more people had emerged from the comfort of their dorms. His coffee had since been finished and refilled twice, and his bagel was long gone. He offered El a sip of his coffee, which she refused as she always did, before turning his attention back to the news, which was now running stories on more local events.








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Victoria had never been an early riser. Before college, she would sleep until noon on weekends. But there had been a small party on the Saturday, and though she'd come back early, somewhere around midnight, she'd kept sporadically waking throughout the night. She was finally unable to fall back asleep around six thirty, and decided on not even trying to. Her roommate had gotten back later than she had, and was still sleeping, so she decided against going into the kitchen for some breakfast, lest she face the wrath of the sleeping demon. Instead she pulled a book from her nightstand, The Count of Monte Cristo, and flipped to her bookmarked page. Having bought the unabridged version, she was currently clawing her way through a particularly uninteresting bit about a rather unimportant minor character. She briefly debating skipping the entire section, which had actually been cut out in the abridged version, so it couldn't have been that important, but resolved to keep her promise of finishing the book in its entirety.
She read for nearly two hours, forcing her way past the boring part only to fall right into another one, before her stomach began to nag her about getting something to eat. She pulled on a pair of jeans along with a large sweater and knit scarf to protect against the cold, and ducked into the bathroom to wash up before moving to the kitchen. To her surprise, there were already a few people there. She'd figured most people would take the opportunity to sleep in, but in all honesty, she should have figured. So many of these writers and philosophers she was dorming with were early risers. Rainier was already watching the news on the sofa with that other girl, and a few others were scattered around. With a chipper good morning to all the people in the room, she turned to the cabinets to prepare herself a bowl of oatmeal.








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Enzo had to have had the most messed up sleeping schedule now than he had ever had before. He was used to sleeping in on weekends. Until ten at least. But it was only eight when he finally shoved the covers off. He considered himself lucky for being one of the few people in the dorm without a roommate, but he was plenty sure it was really because no one cared to dorm with him. He had a tendency of getting on people's nerves with his personality. He wasn't so much annoying, really, as just frustrating. A devil's advocate, truly. Someone said the sky was blue, he said it was green. It didn't matter what he believed, if someone believed something, he believed the opposite. Plenty of people liked it, but even his friends asked him to stop after a while. He was still working on turning it off sometimes.
Not that he minded the lack of a roommate at all. It gave him free roaming hours. For example, on Friday night he was out until two in the morning and only slept until seven. Adding that to the chronic lack of sleep he had gotten the past week, he was out by midnight on Saturday. Eight hours of sleep was apparently all his mind could handle in one go. Yawning as he pressed his feet to the cold floorboards of the room, he quickly pulled a t-shirt from his floor, smelled it to make sure it was clean, and pulled it over his head. He'd change later into something more presentable for the day ahead, a long sleeved shirt, some dark jeans, but for now, he was more preoccupied with getting to the kitchen for something to eat. He stopped in the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth real quick before sauntering into the kitchen. He stretched and yawned once more as he reached up into the cabinet for a bowl. It wan't until his cereal was safely soaking up milk that he actually greeted everyone through a yawn. The "morning" he intended to say came out slightly garbled and louder than he had anticipated, but he paid it no mind as he pulled up a chair at the kitchen island to dig into his breakfast.

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Jade woke up with the sun.

As to say, she woke up with the sun, and didn't get up for another ten or so minutes. Jade usually woke up early, but as today was a reprieve day, she had no intentions of actually doing something productive. So, looking at the clock that read 8:15 AM, Jade sighed and rolled back over.

After a few more minutes of restful sleep, Jade roused herself and yawned. Padding sleepily into the bathroom, she took a quick, cold shower and dried her hair. She had nowhere to be, but out of habit Jade put on makeup and arranged her hair. Ah, well, no harm done.

She walked over to her closet, pulling out a casual outfit to match the cool weather. She looked through her collection of scarves [she really did love them] and pulled out a simple one. Putting it on as she walked towards the kitchen, she smiled. Jade was so glad today was a restful day.

Her freshman year so far had been fun, but challenging. She'd stayed up all hours of the night to get projects done- and her novel. She was working on a story, a long fantasy about an ancient elvish kingdom. She hadn't decided on a title yet, or shown any of her dormmates, but Jade was intrigued. She'd been pulled into her own story.

As she entered the warm kitchen, she waved to Rainier and grabbed a bag of bread and the toaster. Putting in two slices, she turned back to Rainier.

They were pretty good friends. The older boy had really taken Jade under his wing, and was her soundboard and accomplice. She'd never told him he was her sidekick- he'd probably claim to be the leader of this whole operation. Nonetheless, they were the Three Musketeers- Along with Eleanor.

She pulled the finished toast from the toaster and spread some butter on the warm bread. Placing it on a small plate, she joined Rainier.

"Morning. What are you reading?"

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To tell the truth, Jack held no particular fondness for sleeping in or getting up early. It rather depended on the circumstances, he believed. He could stay up all night working on a story or essay or in a deep discussion with a friend or he could go to bed early and wake up at the crack of dawn. In short, it depended on what he felt like. His only desire was that he'd have a cup of tea waiting for him in the morning.

He was not surprised to see other people in the kitchen. The Ink Saber dorm had a well-earned reputation for early risers. He nodded in greeting to a couple of people as he set himself to making a pot of tea. It was a habit he took from home. It was strange being so far away from home, though the two countries weren't two different. Visiting another Anglophone country was less of a culture shock than visiting, say, Turkey. But while Americans liked coffee in the morning, Jack felt that good Earl Grey tea was a must in the morning.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw a frustrated Eleanor enter the kitchen. He smiled at her friendly. They were as different as night and day, but Jack liked to think that they were friends. He set his cup of tea down and poured Eleanor a cup before placing the tea pot on the counter along with a few empty cups for anyone who wanted one. As he exited he stopped to greet Jade as he walked. It was nice to know someone else from the UK here and he admired her work as much as he did Eleanor's, though his fellow Brit only shared her work in class when she had to.

"Good morning. Excellent story last class."

That was his way. Short and friendly. If she was willing to talk more, he'd love to, but if not, he still had a gloomy Eleanor to cheer up. He took a seat on the couch next to said person and silently offered her a cup of tea. Looking at her laptop, he smiled.

"Paradise Lost is fascinating. I just finished my paper last night. Most people do not understand it, particularly the rhyme and meter. My copy has most of the words on the first few pages underlined, like the owner was expecting gold everywhere until the evidently gave up on reading it and sold it on ebay."

It was an offer to help if there ever was one and honestly, Jack liked this type of stuff. He gave a short nod to Rainier. He knew he was Eleanor's friend, but the two hadn't had the chance to talk that much.

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When John woke up, it was with a slight headache. He had been hard at work the night before shoring up his latest essay's defenses. He and a few of his political science teachers did not exactly see eye to eye on great many of things. It was only natural that they would be more critical of arguments which contradicted their own opinions.

He got dressed, deciding to wear black today based on the fact that he seemed to look good in it, and proceeded towards the dorm's kitchen. Rather than making breakfast from scratch, he opened up the refrigerator and found a container with his name taped across it. Day old pizza was a favorite breakfast food of his. It was only thing his dad knew how to cook in the morning.

As he microwaved a plate full of five cheese pizza, he saw a pot of tea ready for anyone who wanted one and poured himself a cup. As he took it out, he saw Victoria preparing herself some oatmeal and a smiled played at his lips.

"Awfully traditional this morning, aren't we?" John commented playfully. The two of them could not be more different, she an upper-class girl with revolutionary sympathies and he, an adamant capitalist from a working class background. He took a small bite of his pizza before setting his plate down on the counter and taking a sip of tea.

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The alarm rang at 8 o'clock sharp. After a few jabs at the snooze button, Alec prepared himself mentally for the day ahead. Part of him just wanted to lie in bed for the rest of the day. But as he neatly tucked in the last corner, he thought against it. Instead he dressed in a buttoned up shirt and a sweater vest. But he spoiled the preppy exterior by rolling up his sleeves and leaving his hair a wavy mess. He took his journal with him and stuck a pen behind his ear.

As he headed into the common room, he saw the others going about their morning and took a bracing sigh. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed. He poured himself some coffee and toast and sat near the TV, half-listening to the news. Then he set to work on his latest poem. It was a mess of words on a page, littered with notes and lines, splotches and scribbles. It had to be perfect and yet no matter what he did, perfection slipped through his fingers. The problem was, he lacked inspiration. His immediate world was orderly and neat and all the chaos he left at home was far away. Everything was black and white and left his pages an uninspired mess. What he needed was to break out of his comfort zone but even the idea left him ill at ease.

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It didn't take very long for more people to start pouring into the kitchen. Jade was one of the first, waving to Rainier before plopping down next to Eleanor. He waved back, a grin flitting across his face. "Morning. What are you reading?"
The words prompted Eleanor to look up from the worn pages of her novel to answer the question. "Hm? Oh, uh, The Metamorphosis. Franz Kafka. It's really good." There was an almost smile playing on her lips, an almost light in her eyes-- the kind that was only present when she found beauty in the lines of a book. Honestly, she could start talking about The Metamorphosis and never stop. There was so much to explore in the subtle subtext of Kafka's words, so much to be found by simply reading and rereading.

Jack came in shortly after, carrying two mugs of tea. El eagerly accepted the one he handed to her, shooting him a grateful smile in return. They weren't much alike, Jack and her, but the got along very well, and she was grateful for the that. When she was initially set to go off to college, she had anticipated having no friends, as she had in high school. But there she was, sitting next to three good ones, and suddenly she realized just how lucky she had been to get transferred to the Ink Saber dorm.
Rainier, again, returned to wave offered to him with a friendly smile. He hadn't spoken much to Jack; he was the quiet sort, radically different from his two best friends, but they were friendly, and he certainly didn't mind his presence.

"Paradise Lost is fascinating. I just finished my paper last night. Most people do not understand it, particularly the rhyme and meter. My copy has most of the words on the first few pages underlined, like the owner was expecting gold everywhere until the evidently gave up on reading it and sold it on ebay."
El couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan at his words. She took another sip of her tea, brow furrowed in concentration, before she effectively decided on the right words to express her feelings about the famous poem.
"I love it. Everything about it, it's just--. It's brilliant. And I feel like there's so much to say about it, and there's so much I want to say about it, but I can't figure out how to get it all nice and neat on the paper, and it's just driving me mad."

With another slightly angry sip of her tea, she sank back into the cushions of the sofa with a heavyhearted sigh. "Do you guys think they'll ever open a discussion class where we can just talk about these things instead of writing twenty page papers on them?"

Her sulking was interrupted by the arrival of Elijah, one of the loud ones. She admired his ability to jump into the fray without a second glance, but he was so optimistic. Clearly.
Rainier moved over a little, making room for him on the couch. Laughter spilled from his mouth as Elijah went on about the evils of the news. Eleanor, noticing his pointed look that went along with his comments about misery and spreading it, shot him a quick glare before turning her attention back to Jack and Jade. She didn't need his approval.

"Not to burst your bubble, man, but I'm pretty sure wars aren't caused by the news alone. Maybe a little something called political tension? I like to keep up with current events, is all. Never know when it might come in handy," Rain returned, mimicking Elijah's sagely tone. "What're you gonna do if a pretty girl decides to bust out the big guns on a first date and wants to talk about the Russian tension?" There was an eyebrow raised as Rain put up his best
"Got You Now" look.

As the two spoke, another figure walked in. El and Rain both nodded at Alec as he entered, Rainier accompanying his nod with a friendly wave. He was glad to see his roommate up and about, and especially glad to see he looked like he had gotten some sleep.
He took a seat near them, and El's eyes watched him closely as he did. She recognized that look. She herself had worn it plenty of times, late into nights when she should have been sleeping but was instead angrily tearing up scribbled on sheets of paper.
"Writer's block, huh?" she said softly to him. Her sentiment was accompanied with a sympathetic smile, and she glanced quickly at the two people sitting next to her. No doubt they had been victims of the same demon once or twice before.






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"My savior!"
Selene's sudden appearance and exclamation jolted Victoria out of her reverie, making her jump a little. She laughed a little, slightly breathy, at her overreaction when she turned and caught sight of her friend's face, and again at her request.
"Sooo, what you're telling me is that you want a fruit parfait?" Vic swatted Selene lightly on the arm, a clearly teasing smile on her face. "Go down to the deli or something for that. It's either flavorless oatmeal or it's nothing." She waved the mug back and forth with a mocking smile as she spoke in a tone made to make the oatmeal seem tantalizing. In reality, it tasted like crap and everyone knew it. Would it kill people to buy the cinnamon apple variety for once?

She put a spoonful of the tasteless mush in her mouth as Selene slid a phone she didn't recognize onto the counter.
"Nope, sorry," she mumbled around a mouthful of oatmeal, "never seen it before." She ignored the strange feeling that came with the knowledge that Selene had somehow picked up some stranger's phone.

The bane of her existence walked in shortly after. Rather, a person she didn't like much. Well, that wasn't true either. She liked him as a person plenty, but sometimes found herself ready to scream because of the disparity in their views. She'd resolved to simply not talking about politics around him, but wondered how long that would last given both their tendencies to speak their minds.
"Awfully traditional this morning, aren't we?" he commented teasingly on her food choice. She stuck her tongue out at him childishly with a smile, before forcing herself to take another bite of the bland oatmeal.
"Oh my god, what is that?" she exclaimed with a laugh when he pulled the pizza from the microwave. She hadn't been paying attention before, focused on Selene, but she recoiled at the sight of his meal choice. Placing the tips of two fingers in her mouth, she pretended to gag. "Talk about my oatmeal all you want, but at least I'm not eating day old pizza for breakfast."

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*Beep, Beep, Beep*

Nichole Esme d'Mac Ealair woke to the aggravating sound of her bedside clock. Without rising from the comfort of her bed, instead she dragged her hand out from beneath the heavy mountain of blankets that hovered over her, and hit the 'snooze button.' She grunted to herself as she dismantle the blankets and sat up in a sloppy position.

*Click* There was suddenly a flash from a camera that seemed to stun her.

"This is definitely going on my twitter page." A familiar voice said.

Nichole was startled when she found her best friend, Herman Andrews, lounging at the edge of her bed with a cream cheese bagel in his hand. "What the hell, Herman?" she bellowed as she rubbed her eyes back to reality.

"Dayumm! It wouldn't kill you to at least look presentable even when you wake up. You need Jesus, honey." He then took a huge chunk of the bagel and gorged it down as if he was a deranged savage who hadn't eaten in days; months even.

A low growl escaped Nichole's lips as she charged herself at him, "Herman!" However, he was already running down the hallway and she followed almost tripping as she went. She chased him all the way into the kitchen where students were already hanging out, seeing the two already going at it again early in the morning made everyone turned within a three-standing radius turned to look at them; at Nichole for she was still dressed in her kiddie pajamas.

There was no where to look without meeting curious eyes.

Herman came over to her, his hips swaying side to side and arms spread out. "You're just the cutiest wittle thing," He embraced her, squeezing her hard to the point where she couldn't breath. But of course Nichole didn't mind. Herman was well-known for giving out the best hugs...and kisses. He was a true ladies man at are. If he wasn't strickly dickly that it.

Nichole tried very hard not to be tempted in Herman's affections to the point where she softly nudged him away. "You're such an ass,"

Herman only stuck his tongue out as he scarfed down what was left of his food while at the same time he hoped over the couch and sat next to Rainer. "Hey, at least I'm not the only one who thinks that." he winked at Rainer flirtatiously in a way that told him that he knew what was going on between the two of them.

Nichole was over by the fridge and drinking out of the carton of orange juice when she heard him which made her turn her head towards him as he spoke. "Oh, get a life."

"Not until you get yours." he came over and snatched the carton from Nichole's lips causing her to spill some on her pj's, and went back toward the couch.

"Jerk!" She shouted after him.

He flashed her the finger, "Kiss my ass, bish. Kiss my ass."

Nichole couldn't other than smile at him. He was always such a jokester, but she loved him for that.

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"Sometimes I think this collective of creativity is too much of a good thing," he sighed, "Too much interference..." Alec turned to Eleanor, meeting her gaze. "Not that I mean you are interfering... just that... I can't think," To punctuate his point, Elijah piped up with another naive oversimplification on the world. He wondered if the boy had ever known sorrow. His world must have been so flat. "Clearly, I chose the wrong place to write," he said, scribbling out whatever progress he might have had.

He stared at his half-written work, listening to Jack and El discuss Paradise Lost. He could have been content listening to them all afternoon. Alec was found listening in group debates or presentations and only rarely felt the need to voice an opinion. Instead, his opinions were kept tightly bound in his head to be picked apart later. "The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven," he said quietly to himself, before adding, "I'd rather write papers then be in a firing squad, having to give my opinion on something that just can't be quantified so simply,"

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Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto
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El nodded solemnly as Jack agreed with her on the discussion front. She was well aware of the teachers being perhaps the opposite of progressive, but she it was a lovely thought nonetheless. "Yeah," she sighed, "maybe it's for the best. Not so sure how well I'd fare in a class where all we had to do was talk." It was a biting tone, a hint of resentment, of venom, in her words. She couldn't say she appreciated her inability to speak out, or perhaps loudly. In fact, she wasn't sure if her professors even knew she was in their class half the time. She tended to have that effect on people. She was the kind of person who always seemingly faded into the background, a face that no one could ever quite remember. And sometimes she appreciated it. Other times she despised it.

She bore a hint of a smile as she turned to Alec. He had always been a kindred soul, one who never judged her silence, never had difficulty remembering her name. "I understand. I haven't written anything bordering on a week, and I suspect it has something to do with the lack of quiet one can find around here." As if on cue, a loud "discussion" between Rain and Elijah broke out. When the two were in the same room together, there was rarely anything even resembling silence. If she was being honest, she would indeed have to admit that the confined space had shown its effect on her work. Back when she was still in her house, she had been alone entirely. Her father barely spoke a word to her, and as a result she had all the quiet she could ever need to let the poison take control of her pen. Now, though, there was little of that.

She watched as her friend breezed in and out of the room, causing a massive scene as she so often tended to do. A short, breathy laugh escaped her lips as she did, and, catching Rainier's eye, she gave him a pointed look. He made a face at her, scoffed, and looked away; she smiled semi-triumphantly.





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A comment came from somewhere, and he looked towards the counter and found Nichole sitting there, peeling an orange as she retorted with a biting remark. Of course. Her and her super hearing. "Ouch," he laughed. She could be vicious when she wanted to be. "Look," he said, turning to Elijah, "has it ever occurred to you guys that maybe I don't want to be in a relationship? What makes you think I'm not perfectly happy being alone?" The look on his face was vaguely reminiscent of the same one he had when he went home for break and his mother had already asked about any girls in his life for the twentieth time. "And that includes," he said sharply, with a pointed look in Elijah's direction, "meaningless hookups. They are not the solution to my 'roboticness.' " He raised his hands on the word, waving them in a way that made it clear he thought Elijah was a loon.

Just then, Nichole came by, muttering something angrily under her breath. He wondered if it had anything to do with her deviant behavior and smiled triumphantly at the thought of her getting her just desserts. His smile faded quickly as she pulled his mug from the coffee table, practically chugging down his beloved source of caffeine. "Hey! Hey, what're you doing? Oh, come on." He shook his head defeatedly, purely resigned to watching her drink the last of his coffee. He watched her go with a sigh, then turned to Elijah once more. "She won't kill me. Yeah, you sure about that?" His comment was sardonic, a little biting, as he looked down sadly into his empty mug. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna have to pass on that whole double date thing."

He took a glance at Jack, who had chimed in moments earlier. With a laugh, he responded."Didn't mean it, did I?" In that cup was the last of the hazelnut coffee we had. Pretty sure I meant it when I called her a hellbeast." He took another look at his mug, frowning slightly. "And if I didn't mean it then, I do now." Was it a drastic overreaction for a cup of coffee? Perhaps. But in Rain's defense, it was the last of the hazelnut.





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Vic let out a short scoff at John's dismissal of the offending oatmeal. "Says you. But one time when I was ten, my neighbor thought it would be a good idea to pour her oatmeal on me after a sleepover because apparently I kicked her, and I'm still convinced that was the worst day of my life." Typical of her, she got worked up halfway through her short anecdote, her voice rising a few decibels as she recounted her tale of "horror". Grounding herself, she took a deep breath and spent several moments silent before shrugging and replacing the pleasant smile she previously had on.

It didn't take long for it to fall once more, though, as she caught the rest of Jackson's comment. With something of an aggravated sigh, she reached behind her and pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket. Extending it towards Selene as she returned to her previous post, she leaned over slightly to make eye contact with Jackson. "Super not cool, Jackson, I thought for sure this whole fiasco was over and done with for a second there."

There was a little something biting in her words, a little more anger than she had ever really shown before. Truthfully her aggravation had less to do with the cell phone baiting and a lot more to do with the very public display of affection that occured only moments ago. But that wasn't something she was about to admit to herself, let alone anyone else in the nearby vicinity. "Sorry," she sighed, "it's too cold to be peppy."