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Violet Tremaine

"To hold a pen is to be at war."

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

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{"Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.” }
-Voltaire
Paperback Writer :: The Beatles || Sound Of Silence :: Simon and Garfunkel || Write Your Story :: Francesca Battistelli|| Shakespeare :: Miranda Cosgrove || Tear Stained Letter :: Johnny Cash ||

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|{Full Name}|
Violet Arabella Tremaine

|{Nickname}|
- Vi -

|{Birthday}|
October 31st

|{Age}|
19

|{Nationality}|
Canadian

|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual

|{Occupation}|
Full-Time Student

|{Role}|
Voltaire

|{Hometown}|
Vancouver, Canada




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{"It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.” }
-Voltaire

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
✯ Taps Her Fingers A Lot ✯
✯ She Moves Her Lips To The Side When She Is Judging Something/Someone ✯
✯ When She Is Around Others And Is Forced To Speak She Said "Um." A Lot. ✯
✯ She Always Finds Herself Moving Even Further Away From When She's In A Large Group. ✯


|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Writing
Deceiving Others
Hiding Her Feelings
Debating

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Keeping Her Opinions To Herself
Mathematics
Cooking
Listening To Others

|{Hobbies}|
- Writing -
- Reading -
- Planning Stories For The University Newspaper -

|{Fears}|
øWaterø
øThe Dark {Secretly}ø
øThe Governmentø
øThe Takeover Of E-Booksø

|{Secrets}|
She Was In An Asylum At Age 10
She's Had A Near-Death Experience

|{Goals & Dreams}|
- Become A Prominent Political Analyst-

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{"I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.” }
-Voltaire




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|{Personality}|
|{ Passionate, Stubborn, Earnest, Sarcastic, Flippant }|

Violet is easily one of the most Sarcastic, Snarkiest, and Wittiest girl you will ever meet, who knows exactly what she wants in her life. She will do anything for the life she wants to live but isn't the most open girl in the world, she doesn't take many chances and likes things to be planned out before hand so that she can relax and enjoy and with that said she completely hates surprises of any type. She has both feet on the ground and would like to keep it that way. And, if you have a bad idea, she will tell you right away. Violet will call anyone out on anything.
One thing she hates about her personality is how anxious she is. She is always thinking that the worst possible thing is going to happen and always a bit nervous and worrying.. Over mostly nothing. Saying that, she is very Opinionated and knows how things should be done, her way. She was born as a Family Oriented girl and wouldn't change it if she could.

|{Appearance}|

Standing at five feet and four inches, Violet is short and slender, a natural slim due to her mother's genes. She has very gentle curves with a surprisingly decent bust line for her shape and long legs that are never showcased. Her skin is pale, a soft and creamy complexion, on her cherubic face which consists of a thin button nose, naturally rosy lips, high cheeks, and large and bright blue eyes that resemble the tranquil sky on a cloudless day. Her hair, which she has styled in various ways, is currently long and silky to the touch, a gentle with bright platinum highlights.





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{"Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.” }
-Voltaire



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|{Likes}|

▲ Moonlight Walks, Dancing In The Rain, Humming, Singing, Writing, Being Alone With A Light On, Jogging, Folk And Indie Music/Films, Protesting/Debating/Arguing, Bonfire




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{"We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard.” }
-Voltaire



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|{Dislikes}|

▼ Her Emotional Scars, Sex, Math, Being Called Barbie, Pick Up Lines, Being Touched, Writer's Block, Snow, The Color Brown, Apples




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{"We cannot always oblige; but we can always speak obligingly.” }
-Voltaire

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|{Place of Origin}|
Canada

|{History}|
Seeing as she's the daughter of Richard Tremaine, prominent Michigan Senator, Violet is easily noticed. Although, she is the black sheep of the family. At age 10, Violet was committed to a mental institution due to her encounter with a distant relative who molested her at a young age. Due to her father's political status, she was kept out of the spotlight during her adolescent years. The only good thing that came out of the institution was that Violet was able to hone her writing skills while there. After she got out of institution, Violet went back to live with her family, and she was enrolled in a private academy where her writing skills increased even more. Her favorite work soon became Alice's Adventures In Wonderland due to her connection with the main character. By the time Violet was ready for college, she was a shoo-in for Arcane University. Violet's father is friends with the dean, so she knew she would get in, but Violet is never pedantic with her scholarship. She has talent, and, even though she loves her family, she wants to be disassociated with the stigma behind her last name.

|{Family Tree/People Of Importance}|
|| Cora Tremaine || Mother || 39 || Alive ||
|| Richard Tremaine || Father || 43 || Alive ||
|| Mason Tremaine || Brother || 14 || Alive ||

|{Happiest Memory}|
Getting Accepted To Arcane University {Even Though She Knew It Would Happen}

|{Saddest Memory}|
Probably Getting Put Into That Hellhole Of A Mental Institution





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{"The instruction we find in books is like fire. We fetch it from our neighbours, kindle it at home, communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all.” }
-Voltaire




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They say
You're the King of everything
The One who taught the wind to sing
The Source of the rhythm my heart keeps beating

They say
You can give the blind their sight
And You can bring the dead to life
You can be the hope my soul's been seekin'

I wanna tell You now that I believe it
I wanna tell You now that I believe it
I do, that You can make me new, oh

I'm an empty page
I'm an open book
Write Your story on my heart
Come on and make Your mark

Author of my hope
Maker of the stars
Let me be Your work of art
Won't You write Your story on my heart

Write Your story, write Your story
Come on and write Your story, write Your story
Won't You write Your story on my heart

My life
I know it's never really been mine
So do with it whatever You like
I don't know what Your plan is
But I know it's good, yeah

I wanna tell You now that I believe in
I wanna tell You now that I believe in
In You, so do what You do, oh

I'm an empty page
I'm an open book
Write Your story on my heart
Come on and make Your mark

Author of my hope
Maker of the stars
Let me be Your work of art
Won't You write Your story on my heart

Write Your story, write Your story
Come on and write Your story, write Your story
Won't You write Your story on my heart

I want my history
To be Your legacy
Go ahead and show this world
What You've done in me
And when the music fades
I want my life to say

I let You write Your story, write Your story
Write Your story, write Your story

I'm an empty page
I'm an open book
Write Your story on my heart
Come on and make Your mark

Author of my hope
Maker of the stars
Let me be Your work of art
Won't You write Your story on my heart

Write Your story, write Your story
Come on and write Your story, write Your story
Won't You write Your story on my heart




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{"To the wicked, everything serves as pretext.” }
-Voltaire




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She Loves Cats
Her Favorite Color Is Hot Pink Or Black
She Has Scars On Her Inner Thigh From Cutting




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|| Writer ||
Blushing Bunny
|| Character Dialogue ||
#860026
|| Face Claim ||
Avril Lavigne



So begins...

Violet Tremaine's Story

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




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








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








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








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

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Jade woke up with the sun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Morning. What are you reading?"

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Character Portrait: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Violet Tremaine Character Portrait: Marie Stonecraft Character Portrait: Sage Chaudhry Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes Character Portrait: Jack Clement
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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: Nichole d'Mac Ealair Character Portrait: Violet Tremaine Character Portrait: Marie Stonecraft Character Portrait: Sage Chaudhry Character Portrait: Elijah Kravitz Character Portrait: Victoria Hughes
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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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*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.