The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword

The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword

When various writers and philosophers from different eras are reincarnated and placed in the same dorm, it's a no-rules game. {Open Roles!}

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Writers are the lifeblood of this world. They're wholly indispensable. Without Shakespeare, how would teachers torture high school students? But in all seriousness, society would be nowhere without those who wield the pens. It is the poets, authors, playwrights, and philosophers of the world that mean everything. Luckily, Arcane University understands this. For any of their students focusing on literature and English that express an innate talent for writing, a dorm has been established. It is a bit removed from the rest of the campus, but not enough to make attending classes difficult. Strange thing is, the students placed in this dorm have been compared to writers of the past all their life. Not that anyone has ever thought much of it. Certainly not the students; they've been hearing the comparisons all their life, by now they've simply accepted it. And the professors just regard their student with interest, but never dig any deeper than that. And why would they? It's not as though their existence is in any way actually tied to that of the writers they're always compared to. And it's certainly not possible that they are those writers.




Format: ||Name||Age(19-23)||Writer||Gender||Face Claim||Status (Open, Taken, etc.)||Additional Information
For the name, try to make it something similar to the original writer's name. I.E. William Shakespeare might become Will Sharrow. Use Behind the Surname for ideas!




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||Eleanor Pace||20||Edgar Allan Poe||Female||Kaya Scondelario||Taken by JacksColdSweat
A little dark, a little dreary. She's often lost in her own world, fingers tapping repeatedly and manically on a surface as she mouths words to herself.


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||Victoria Hughes||19||Victor Hugo||Female||Claire Holt||Taken by JacksColdSweat
Passionate, a revolutionary. She feels strongly about the wealth gap and the less fortunate.


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||Wilbur Shannon||19||William Shakespeare||Male||Aaron-Taylor Johnson||Taken by Scarlet Loup
A poet through and through. He seems to be the personification of purple prose. He is, however, very insightful when it comes to people.


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||Marie Stonecraft||19||Mary Shelley||Female||Madeleine Mantock||Taken by MaliceInWonderland
Competitive and friendly. She's rather normal, though her horror-ridden writing tends to scare some people off.


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||Alec Tennant||20||Alfred, Lord Tennyson||Male||Jack O'Connell||Taken by crashmeback
A minimalist. He's not a fan of beating around the bush, but is very keen on observing nature and and other things of the sort.


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||Herman Andrews||20||Hans Christian Andersen||Male||Chris Colfer||Taken by cc.jones
A daydreamer. He's a wonderful orator, the person you want telling stories around the campfire. He's got a knack for spinning fantastical stories, but sees happy endings as weak writing and tends to give his a darker twist.


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||Jane Sibbet||22||Jane Austen||Female||Lea Michele||Taken by Lvdwilt2000
A romantic. She seeks romance and excitement in her life, but is also a realist with a biting sense of sarcasm. She uses her seemingly innocent work to provide some rather clever social commentary.


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||Name||Age(19-23)||J.R.R. Tolkien||Female||Arden Cho||Reserved for BurningDark
A creator. She is almost like a weaver when she works, creating large webs of intricate fantasy worlds that all connect. But she is also a traditionalist, much preferring established conventions and orthodoxies than revolutionary ideas.


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||Jack Clement||19||C.S. Lewis||Male||Ben Whishaw||Taken by almostinsane
An optimist. He sees the glass as half full most of the time. Failure is just a stepping stone towards success to him.




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||Sage Chaudhry||20||Socrates||Female||Kat Graham||Taken by cc.jones
A sage. She seems wise beyond her years, always ready with an enlightened piece of advice.


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||Rainier Deschamps||21||Rene Descartes||Male||Sam Claflin||Taken by JacksColdSweat
A true philosopher. He always looks for three sides to any story before making a decision. In addition to being a writer, he's also a bit of a mathematical genius.


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||Jackson Sarto||21||Jean-Paul Sartre||Male||Donald Glover||Taken by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
An existentialist. He believes strongly in doing only that which fulfills him as he believes that death is the end of all life; he is also an adamant atheist.


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||Violet Tremaine||19||Voltaire||Female||Avril Lavigne||Taken by BlushingBunny
A wise-cracker. She always has a witty comment up her sleeve, and often uses satire in her work. She believes strongly in the freedom of speech, religion, and the separation of church and state.


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||Name||Age(19-23)||Friedrich Nietzsche||Male||Nico Tortorella||Reserved
A realist. He's not afraid to spark outrage with his words and does not hold his tongue; also an adamant atheist.


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||Selene De Beaulieu||21||Simone de Beauvoir||Female||Tatiana Maslany||Taken by crashmeback
An activist. She is a strong advocate of feminism, lgbt rights, and racial equality. There is little she holds as more highly important than social reform.


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||Elijah Kravitz||19||Epicurus||Male||Adam Brody||Taken by crashmeback
A hedonist. He believes that when you die, you die, that if there is a God or gods, they don't care about humans, and that the only purpose in life is to seek happiness. That being said, he's also a pacifist who prefers to avoid conflicts.


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||John Carta||20||John Locke||Male||Francisco Lachowski||Taken by almostinsane
A judge. He is steady and unbending, believing wholeheartedly in the rights and freedoms of the individual man. He is kind and unbiased, but believes in an almost unattainable ideal of justice.


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||Nicole d'Mac Ealair||20||Niccolo Machiavelli||Female||Cara Delevingne||Taken by cc.jones
A cynic. She sees the world for how it really is: harsh. It's a dog eat dog world, and she knows that anybody would step on anybody to get to the top.




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Hello! I tend to lose my train of thought easily, so I apologize for this section being one long paragraph, haha. Mostly, it's just basic rules. Nothing you haven't seen before. Stuff like, no drama OOC, even though I'm sure everyone here is super chill and not the kind to start that stuff. And how this is a literate RP, so each post should be at least 300 words with proper grammar and such. Or even absence, and how if you're going to be gone from here for more than a week, please notify either in the OOC or me personally by PM. Don't leave us hanging, man! Also how any reservations made will last two days for you to get at least a quarter of a WIP in, and they should be completely completed within the week. Oh, and passwords, those are still things, right? So, uh, how about you tell me your favorite author as the first part! Character sheet wise, I'm awful with coding and such, so I'm sure you all have a favorite template you prefer to use, and that would work great! If you don't, I do have a template made that I can share with you! The only thing I'll say is that the character sheet should include personality, history, likes and dislikes, basic information, and anything you'd like to put in there. Face claim wise, please keep in mind that these are college students and they should probably look that part! So try to steer clear of any face claims that look super young, like Dylan O'Brien, or any face claims that look a lot older, say Channing Tatum (even though I really haven't seen him used much haha). Also, if there's enough interest, more roles can definitely be added! As for the writers that are already listed, if you have another one you'd really love to portray, tell me and I can add your suggestion to the list! Just keep in mind that anybody listed should be from at least before the 1990s, so no one too modern. That should be about it, I think. The second part of the password is your favorite philosopher then! Thanks for reading!

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Character Portrait: Marie Stonecraft Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Violet Tremaine Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Alec Tennant Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Jade Tokilla Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: Sage Chaudhry Character Portrait: Jane Sibbet Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes Character Portrait: Wilbur Shannon Character Portrait: Fiorenzo Nieri

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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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Character Portrait: Marie Stonecraft Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Violet Tremaine Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Alec Tennant Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Jade Tokilla Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: Sage Chaudhry Character Portrait: Jane Sibbet Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes Character Portrait: Wilbur Shannon Character Portrait: Fiorenzo Nieri

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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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Character Portrait: Sage Chaudhry Character Portrait: Jane Sibbet Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz

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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]

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Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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Morning hit her like a truck. She rolled over with a groan, hitting against something flat and cold. It was a cellphone but not one she recognized. Where was hers? Peeling back the covers, she shielded herself from the daylight with her arm. It did nothing. She blindly stumbled onto the floor, pawing at her nightstand for her sunglasses. Her lovely "hangover" glasses were large and black, protecting her from the cruelty of the sun. Armed with those, she could better address the night before. There was a party. There was alcohol. And there was definitely a lot of cute people. But it didn't give her any clues as to whose phone she had. And the more she looked at it, the less she knew. So she decided to do the smart thing and get ready. She pulled on a black tank top, a black sweatshirt and camo pants, paired with her boots. She looked like she was about to go to war and with a headache clanging inside her skull, she felt like it too.

She headed towards the communal kitchen and already people were milling about, being far more cheerful than they needed to be. She spotted Victoria immediately. "My savior!" she said, heading towards her adorable protege. "Would you be a dear and make me some oatmeal too? With some yogurt and granola and some fruit... and no oatmeal?" she grinned, pulling out the coffee to give it a sniff. It smelled stale but that wasn't unusual. It was warm at least. She slid the mysterious phone onto the counter. "Hey, is this yours? I found it in my bed this morning," she said, wrapping her fingers around a cup of black coffee. The thick sludge would give her just enough strength to survive the day.

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Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Jane Sibbet Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz

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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,"

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Character Portrait: Marie Stonecraft Character Portrait: Freddie Neumann Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Violet Tremaine Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Alec Tennant Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Jade Tokilla Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: Sage Chaudhry Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes Character Portrait: Wilbur Shannon Character Portrait: Fiorenzo Nieri

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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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Character Portrait: Marie Stonecraft Character Portrait: Freddie Neumann Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Violet Tremaine Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Alec Tennant Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Jade Tokilla Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: Sage Chaudhry Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes Character Portrait: Wilbur Shannon Character Portrait: Fiorenzo Nieri

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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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Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Alec Tennant Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Jade Tokilla Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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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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Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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She leaned against the counter, unable to tolerate standing upright. With a groan, she said, "But then I'd have to move. It took all my energy just to get here..." She looked over her sunglasses at Victoria and pouted. "Ugh... if I must. I may actually die if I don't eat something. Although I may die if I eat the oatmeal. I guess we'll find out," With an indignant huff, she shook the bag of oatmeal and poured in hot coffee. It wasn't going to taste amazing anyway but this way, she'd get something out of it. However, at the first bite, she regretted her decision.

She began tapping at the phone, hoping to miraculously guess the code to open its secrets. However it merely stared back at her, empty and just a little judgmental. Selene rubbed her temples, hoping to urge life back into her brain. Where the hell did she pick up a phone? But nothing came to her. Then John walked up with a snide remark to her friend. She was tempted to join in but the smell of microwave pizza made her stomach churn.

"Hey, pizza boy, you wouldn't happen to be missing a phone, would you? I found it at a party last night," she 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?" It was the best she could do under the circumstances. "Bourgeois" revolutionaries had to stick together.

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Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz

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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.

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Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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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."

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"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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Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Alec Tennant Character Portrait: Jack Clement

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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: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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Selene toyed with the idea of throwing the phone at his head. Instead she took a large scoop of oatmeal and flung it towards his head. "So nice to have you on my side, John," she said. She didn't mind being accused of promiscuity but what she hated was being accused of being irresponsible. Granted, the longer she stared at the phone, the longer it tortured her.

Selene tilted her head towards Victoria. "What really pisses me off, is that I can't find my phone. I bet you it got switched," Again she attempted to hammer in a code with no such luck. When Herman and Nichole made their grand entrance Selene leaned back in her chair. "Babydoll, did I steal your phone last night, purely by accident? Or have I lost my mind?"

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Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair

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Normally Jackson would be snoring, drooling, and subconsciously doing whatever he could to annoy Selene but last night he'd done a hell of a lot of drinking and a hell of a lot of something that made him taste Taco Bell in his mouth. Was it the munchies or the drunchies? Either way he didn't care much since he believed in the legalization of marijuana but it would have been nice to know what he'd been ingesting the night prior. He remembered a party, lots of friends surrounding him, and taking body shots off of a stripper-turned-biochemistry student but everything after that was fairly hazy. Becoming blackout drunk usually meant two things: he had a good time and he would have a bad sleep. Well, bad was a relative term, but if studies were to be believed, the fact that he'd woken up early was going to make his life even harder in the long run.

Opening his closet, he grabbed a black sweater and a pair of jeans deciding against a jacket despite the weather report that his lovely window provided for him. He was used to the cold and didn't like the bulk of most winter clothing despite how warm some of it was. Was it a bit strange? Maybe, but Herman could crucify him all he wanted later.

A routine of toothbrushing and washing later, the Sarto boy emerged in the kitchen to a collection of breakfast smells, breakfast talks, and breakfast clothing. Some were dressed for class while others were still rocking PJs, and well, Selene looked divine as usual. Well, divine might be an overstatement. She had her traditional hangover glasses on, but he got a smile out of seeing the consequences of her partying. She seemed rather concerned over the status of her phone which led him to walk over and wave a device in front of her face.

"Looking for something?" he asked with a chuckle, "nah just kidding. This one's mine."

He turned, then, to Herman and Nicole, waving a "morning" to each of them and taking a seat on one of the free chairs.

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Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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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!"

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Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair

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After Nichole was full aware that Herman was dejected from the conversation and located somewhere else far, far away, she hopped onto the counter and let out a sigh as she grabbed an orange from a bowl and began to peel it. However, it wasn't long until she had overheard Mr. Goody-Goody, aka the dork, aka Rain say something under his breath to Herman and to Herman only. However, little did anyone know that she had great hearing and made out exactly word by word of what he was saying. "Because I'm a human and she's a hell-beast, and we all know interspecies relationships never work out."

Something within her ached (her heart?). She couldn't tell if she should be offended by the comment, or hurt. It was odd to think of why she would be hurt. I mean, she did hate Rain. Didn't she? All he was, and all he ever will be to her is an inconspicuous dork. So, why would she be care whether or not what he thought of her? It's pointless, he's pointless. This whole rudiment was pointless which is why -without thinking- Nichole retorted back with the first insult that came to mind. "Are you sure about that, Rain? Because when was the last time you'd actually been in a relationship? Maybe you and relationships just don't mix. Period."

*Wrrrrrrrt. Wrrrrrrrrrrt. Wrrrrrrrrrt.*

Nichole puffed out a sigh and fumbled in her 32b sized bra for the buzzing cell phone that spent most of its time in there. Having to have found it; she scanned at the caller id and noticed that it was from Briony, of course. Good ole' Briony Sullivan. Nichole's forever best friend, her twin, the other person (aside from Herman and a few others) she had known to be around and clung to more than peanut butter and jelly. Nichole and Briony has been best friends as long as she could remember. And, in addition, she was perhaps the only female breed that was more on the verge of pursuing her rebellion.


From:Bri-Bri {Briony}

To:Big Mama {Nichole}

Nikki! Where the hell are you??? Did you substantially forget that we had to clean-up the wall we tagged?? If you don't get your butt over here, say hello to two weeks of detention.

It read. "Crap," she grumbled under her breath. She forgot that her Spanish teacher would be there any minute to see the artwork sprayed on the wall of the Northwest hallway, the artwork that she and a few others were told to clean up before the next morning, and that morning so happened to be this one. She stuffed the remains of the orange slices in her mouth before hopping off the counter, moving over toward Rainer, and snatching away his coffee. She drunk it, merrily sipping it down til' it was all gone. Then, returned the mug with a wink.

"I knew you'd come in handy. For once." And then she left with a teasing kiss blown in Jack's direction..feeling triumphant as ever.

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Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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Selene shrugged her shoulders and in a careless tone, said, "Whoops, must have slipped," She watched Victoria fuss over John as if he had been seriously wounded. The little Florence Nightingale was so charming in her tenderness. Selene couldn't offer anything else to aid in John's injury but a smug smile. After the pounding in her head subsided, she might feel more remorseful or she might lob something else at him. It was hard to say.

Victoria turned to her and said, "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." Selene considered doing just that until Jackson sauntered in. At least, that's how she saw it. Whether he had a mountain of burdens hidden somewhere, he was always so easygoing.

She was torn away from Victoria and John and the resulting chaos of assault and battery with oatmeal, as Jackson taunted her about her phone. "Hilarious," she said casually, keeping her eyes locked onto him as he took a seat. Then she slipped off the stool and with a shaky impression of innocence, made her way over to him. From behind, she wrapped her arms around him and in a low voice, she said, "You know, I'd be more worried about my phone if I were you. Especially after that party last night... and those pictures. Very juicy, salacious stuff," Selene gently nuzzled against his ear. "At least I hope so," She pulled away with a laugh. "Oh well," she shrugged, walking back towards Victoria to use her phone.

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Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair

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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,"

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Character Portrait: Eleanor Pace Character Portrait: Jackson Sarto Character Portrait: Rainier Deschamps Character Portrait: Selene de Beaulieu Character Portrait: Herman Andrews Character Portrait: John Carta Character Portrait: Jack Clement Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes

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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."

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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."

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"I'd be happy to remember what the hell happened," he shrugged as he wrapped an arm around the brown-haired woman, "'sides, if there's anything about me I'm pretty sure what I have on you is worse."

Outwardly, he was pleasantly cool and collected but on the inside he was racking his brain for what happened. Good lord what had happened?

Selene de Beaulieu, the bleeding heart liberal wasn't at all the crazy social justice warrior that the less educated members of Arcane University saw her as. She had a penchant for the partying, alcohol, and yes, sex. She was a very open woman and once she roped him into anything, he was hardly going to refuse. Alcohol only made things easier. God, he cursed himself for the amount he drank last night (as well as the invention of camera phones). He hadn't bothered to check his own phone for what he had on there, but he was sure that he'd have to drink again to assuage the pain.

He was thankful for Victoria's interruption because Selene let go and he was allowed (at least for a few seconds) to have some mental breathing room.

"Aye Vic, you know I'm just playing," Jackson smiled, "you give that Cœur de pirate song a try?"

On the other side was Vic. He and Victoria had a very musical bond in one of the most literal senses of the word. They shared songs, albums, and even voices when the time was right. She could play instruments and sing. He could not always play instruments and sing. It was a match made in platonic heaven. She was generally a cheery woman so seeing her have her rare moments of sourness he didn't take it too personally.

John Carta, he didn't know so well so Jackson was about to give him a friendly "morning"...well until he saw the residual oatmeal on his face.

"John, what to you?" he asked, "you piss off the Quaker Oats guy?"

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Selene keyed in her number and as it rang, she eyed Victoria and John. They were conventionally attractive together, if convention was something to shoot for. But it wasn't a union she approved of. Victoria wasn't "Vicky" as he sometimes called her. She was her own person and with John, she imagined Victoria would always be trying to prove to him just that.

As someone picked up, the night before flashed before her eyes and it ended with a knot in her stomach. "Hi... you...," she tittered. The woman's named escaped her but her voice was immediately recognizable. She rattled on with a high-pitched squeal of delight. A few details were filled. Apparently she was exchanging numbers but couldn't quite get her fingers to punch in the right numbers so in her brilliance, they exchanged phones. Selene quickly made an excuse to hang up and groaned, smacking her head against the counter.

She had never backed down from anything except for this. Selene preferred her relationships uncomplicated. "Well my phone is gone for good," she announced, "and I'm never drinking again..." She turned to Victoria and tutted, "Did that oatmeal seal itself to his face? Put some spit on that. If that doesn't work, I think we have to face the fact that it'll be a permanent feature of his face," With a shrug, she said, "I think it's an improvement,"

Her eyes locked on Jackson. While he was distracted, she crept up behind him, glancing around her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then she eased her hand into his pocket, in search of his phone. He was probably bluffing about any possible embarrassing pictures but the curiosity was irresistible.

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"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," Vic recounted. John tried not to smile in amusement as she got lost in the emotions associated with the memory. He didn't want her to think he was laughing at her, after all.


"John, what to you?" came a cheerful voice, "you piss off the Quaker Oats guy?"

He turned to see Jackson entering the kitchen. He grinned at the man.

"Quaker Oats guy? I wouldn't call Selene that if I were you," he joked.

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