Elijah Kravitz's Story

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Jane awoke to her alarm clock that played, "Sweet Caroline". It was one of her favorite songs. She got up and went to the closet. It was raining outside so that meant she would not be going to much anywhere. Jane went to the closet and grabbed out a dress that she liked. She liked to cook in her spare time of writing, reading and music.

She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed out some eggs and bacon. And got a frying pan out. She sizzled the bacon and eggs. While the happened she grabbed plates and set the small table she made up nice. She grabbed her cellphone out of her purse that was hanging near the door and smiled at it.

Elijah
-Hey are we going to meet up today? Xoxo Jane-

She smelled that the eggs and bacon were done and put them on the plate. She smiled looking at the work. It finally felt like a home now. "Sage! Breakfast!" She yelled hoping Sage was coming now. She sat at the table waiting for her roommate. [/center]

Elijah woke with the dawn. He had spent the night before at a party and carefully sneaked back into his dorm without arousing his roommate. After a few hours of sleep, his internal clock kicked in. Apparently his internal clock did not care about his external schedule. But he wasn't one to waste a perfectly good morning. So he rolled out of bed and threw some clothes on. Then he left for the outdoors, wishing he had put on more than a sweatshirt. It was heavy with dew and a clinging chill. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh, untouched air. Then he pressed his palms together and began to do Sun Salutations. When he was finished, he closed his eyes and had a smoke. He then retreated into the warmth of the indoors.

There weren't many others there. The broody one, the blond one and Rainier but he greeted each one with a smile. He noticed the news flashing on TV. "Why do you watch that, Rain?" he said, pouring himself some coffee. "All they ever show is bad news. I'm convinced they do it on purpose. They show nothing but misery so you feel miserable. Then what do you do with that misery? You spread it around," he shot a look at Eleanor. She was the poster girl of misery. "Then you wind up doing miserable things until you make the news, and the cycle continues," he said, sipping at his coffee as he took a seat next to Rain. "You're feeding into the cycle, Rain," he said sagely.

He pulled out his phone, checking for messages from Jane. They had a project to do but the idea of actually working was entirely repulsive to him at the moment. Maybe he'd convince her to just goof off. Grades were all relative anyway. He texted back to meet him in the common room. As he hit send, he saw a story about some war in some far off country. "See, that's my point right there. I'm convinced that war is caused by a stream of bad news,"

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.

Elijah couldn't help but laugh. "I'd say Russia could do with a bit of good news. Focus on the positive," he insisted, aware he was simplifying a complicated problem but the last thing Elijah could do was let Rain get in the last word. "Besides, who is going to mention the political climate of Russia on a first date? I'm going to brutally honest with you, Rain. If a date discusses current events on a first date, she either doesn't have anything interesting to say OR you don't have anything interesting to say. Either way, you and your date need to loosen up,"

The one issue he didn't over simplify was Rainier. He was so uptight, so orderly. He just needed some chaos but he wasn't convinced Rainier had a bubbling reserve of passion or penchant for life beneath his tightly buttoned exterior, instead he probably had more buttons. But Elijah believed everyone needed to just enjoy what little life anyone had and it was his duty to ensure people did just that. "Do you even go on dates, Rain? Or do you retire to your charging station and await commands?" he said with a grin. "We need to set you up. At this point, it doesn't even matter who. You just need to stop worrying about the energy crisis and gas prices and whatever else is wrong with this world. Don't worry, man, be happy," he said. But even Elijah couldn't quite keep a straight face.

Jack watched as El fumed at his words. He knew that it wasn't him that she was angry at. It was the essay in particular and the class in general. This was confirmed by her reply.

"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. Jack watched her thoughtfully. Her expression rather reminded him of a melancholy angel at one of the cemeteries he visited back home. "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?"

"I don't know. The professors are very set in their ways. I'd love it if-"

"They show nothing but misery so you feel miserable. Then what do you do with that misery? You spread it around," a rather cheerful if thoughtless voice rang out.

Jack shot him a quick glare before turning his attention back to Eleanor.

"The highest virtue can morph into a devil once you make it a god," he murmured softly. His mind was racing. He had said something like that before, but when? It was a strange feeling. At once, he felt as though he had thought of something he had never thought before and yet, he also felt as though he had only forgotten, perhaps in a dream.

"Discussion would be welcome, yes," he continued. He smiled self-deprecatingly at his friend, "Sorry, I get distracted."





"Oh my god, what is that?" Victoria exclaimed with a laugh when he pulled the pizza from the microwave. 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."

"Lovely, Vicky. We all have our tastes..." he began only to be interrupted by another person whom he did not see eye to eye with. His interactions with this one, however, was slightly less cordial than the interactions he had with Vicky as exemplified by her statements.

"Hey, pizza boy, you wouldn't happen to be missing a phone, would you? I found it at a party last night," Selene de Beaulieu said, with a wan smile, waving the phone, "Oh no, it couldn't be yours. You might actually have fun at a party and you couldn't have that, could you?"

"Words often have different meanings according to the person using them. Your definition of fun and mine diverge greatly. A party is not exactly fun for me if I cannot remember the events it entailed... Or the person leaving my bed."

He took a large bite from his pizza and held out his free hand in a "truce" gesture, his tone teasing rather than insulting.

"But, to each their own. I'd die for your right to party."

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He laughed, once more, at Elijah's words. He was never really quite sure if he was laughing at them, or with them. Either way, at least he got a good laugh out of it. These days, with teachers on his back like soul sucking harpies, he needed it. "Right, because I'm sure the starving peasants just need a bit of good news to brighten up their day." He threw his hands up lightly in a gesture of surrender with another laugh. If there was anybody that could find a way to dispute anything, it was Elijah. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when Miss America shows up asking for help with rehearsing her Q and A section."

There was some fiasco in the kitchen, and Rainier looked over curiously in time to catch Herman taunting Nichole. He rolled his eyes at the sight--it was nothing new-- before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand.

Shooting an incredulous glance in Elijah's direction, Rain scoffed softly at his comments. "C'mon, you don't think all I do is watch the news all the time, do you? I go out, I have fun! I'll have you know, I went on a date," he paused, looking up to the ceiling, mouthing something and counting on one of his hands, "three weeks ago. I went a date three weeks ago and it was lovely." He smiled triumphantly, neglecting to mention that the date only lasted about an hour before his date announced she had "somewhere else to be."

There was a sudden discomfort as Herman decided to join in on the party, jumping over the couch to sit next to him. Geez, they needed to get a bigger couch. Rain let out an 'Oof' at Herman's intrusion, scooting over a little to make some room for him. "Hey, at least I'm not the only one who thinks that."

Rain glanced over in surprise, silent for a moment as if he were unsure if Herman was referring to him. Then he began to laugh. "You couldn't be referring to me, could you Herman?" he began innocently. "Because I'm a human and she's a hell-beast, and we all know interspecies relationships never work out."

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She made a face at John's choice of name for her. She hated Vicky, too many grade school horror memories. "Yeah, some tastes just happen to be grosser than others," Vic muttered under her breath as Selene interjected, asking once more about the mystery phone. She laughed, choking slightly around another mouthful of cereal as she watched in what could only be described as amused horror at the interaction. The exchange of vaguely insulting comments could only end in tragedy, but Vic was very interested in seeing the exact kind.

As it resulted, she didn't have to wait too long to find out. She stood, too shocked to do anything but look horrified, as Selene's spoonful of oatmeal worked its way towards John's head. "Oh my god, Selene!" She put her bowl down on the counter with a clatter, hurriedly getting a paper towel and wetting it. She began wiping the gooey substance of his cheek as she spoke in a concerned tone over her shoulder. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." With a sigh, she handed John the towel to let him finish his own cleanup and turned back to Selene. "Probably," she shrugged. "I'd just wait it out then. Whoever's phone that is will probably want it back, so they're bound to call it eventually. Or you could try giving yours a ring. You can borrow my cell if you need it."

She turned with everyone else at the sudden commotion that came stampeding through the kitchen. When Herman turned at Selene's comment, she waved excitedly at what had to be one of her favorite upperclassmen. He was followed by Jackson, all confidence and bravado and... was that a hint of hangover she spotted in his eyes? Clearly she had missed an excellent party last night. "Ooor that solves it, I guess. Maybe next time you should make a habit of checking with your roommate," she said in a tone that was all "all that hassle for this?". Turning, with another smile planted on her face, to Jackson, she chirped a pleasant "Good morning!"

When Rainier confessed to the eons that had passed since he had been on a date, a single date, Elijah thought his insides would burst. He did all he could to contain the urge to laugh until his face turned beet red and tears streamed down his eyes. But there was no stopping him. "What?! Three weeks?!" He pressed a hand to his chest to keep it from splitting apart. It took him several minutes to calm himself down. Finally, he wiped the tears from his eyes and caught his breath.

"Okay, wow... Rain, when are you taking the orders? Seriously? You don't have to be chaste to be smart," he said, ruffling Rain's hair. "But seriously... I'm being serious here," Elijah put on his best impression of sobriety. It wasn't that he was incapable of plights of austerity, just that it rarely did him any good. Inevitably the thought of Rain on a date with wallpaper or someone who resembled wallpaper kept creeping back into his thoughts. He stifled them down and with only a slight crack of a smile, he said, "Look," he said, gesturing to himself and Herman, "we're just looking out for you. Besides, " casting a glance at Nichole, "you could do worse. You probably have. You don't have to marry her. I wouldn't suggest it," Then lowered his voice to a whisper, "She will eat you alive,"

It wasn't that Nichole terrified him. Well, it was in fact. Partly because she seemed to have super human hearing among her many other dark arts. When she chimed in, Elijah caught a shiver up his spine. How the hell did she do that? "Maybe having fun, isn't the worst thing you could do, Rain. We could double date or something. Go bowling. Wear stupid shoes and get drunk on cheap beer. There's so much more to life than just sitting around watching the world go down in flames. Just sayin'," He pressed a finger to Rain's temple, "Think about it,"

John managed to avoid the worst of the oatmeal. Nonetheless, there was a glob on his cheek which Victoria had set to cleaning off him. He smiled at her. Really, it was just oatmeal. Still, this was typical of the girl. You could go from having a debate or argument with her but, when the chips were down, she was a kind soul. He placed a hand on her as he helped her wipe it off him.

"It's fine, Vic. Oatmeal has never hurt anyone. Not that I don't like the attention," he teased her lightly. Unfortunately, they were interrupted with Jackson's arrival, but John greeted him nonetheless.

"Good morning."




Jack watched Nichole walk in as confident and expressive as ever. He blushed a little bit at the kiss she blew at him. He hated it when she did that. The girl was a good-looking, intelligent, and confident, all attractive traits in his opinion, but that didn't mean she should be able to turn him into his high school self so easily. Strangely, the dorm as a whole contained a plethora of attractive and brilliant people. Was he not comparing Eleanor earlier to a gothic angel statue he once saw at home? He himself was " Hollywood nerdy cute" as he once heard someone describe it. It was atypical for people to be given both mental brilliance and physical beauty outside the movies. Was there a bias on the part of the college trustees?

He was interrupted from his musings, however, as he caught site of a look of hurt on Nichole's face at something Rain muttered. It vanished in a second, but it was still there.

"He didn't mean it," he told her. People seldom do.

"Love is not a feeling but an act of will. A mean word here or a kind one there builds up an inclination in one direction or the other. It builds towards healthy relationships or sickness, ill-will, apathy," he muttered to himself, his mind racing, not caring if the others heard.

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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."