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Lachlan Auriene

"There are some things you can only learn in a storm."

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demi-Gods”, as played by The Littlest Mermaid

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”You know what I’m finally learning? You can’t fight against who you are.”




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FULL NAME::
Lachlan Auriene

NICKNAME(S):
Lake || Frequent || Likes
Aury || Rare || Dislikes

DATE OF BIRTH:
July 22, 1997

AGE:
18

GODLY PARENT:
Poseidon

YEAR:
12th Grade

GENDER:
Male

SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual

ETHNICITY:
Caucasian - American


DIALOGUE OR THOUGHT COLOR:
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PERSONALITY:
Lachlan is known for his sense of humor. While he is continuously trying to put smiles on people's faces, he wouldn't describe himself as necessarily the class clown either. It's not in his nature to call attention to himself when in large groups of people. He doesn't mind being the center of it when in a small group of just his friends, but beyond that he tends to keep to himself, maybe making a sarcastic comment here and there. If he is keeping to himself, he's people watching and trying to figure them out.
Knowingly good looking, Lake tries not to get a big head especially when he can sometimes turn heads as he walks into a room. He doesn't think too highly of himself, however, causing him to not take chances when it comes to girls and other big opportunities due to the worry of rejection. If you don't try, you can't fail.
His mother is the most important person in the world to him. Since his father wasn't around, as soon as Lake understood that he needed to be the man of the house, that's exactly what he did. He started working at a very young age to help provide for what small of a family he had. He watched as his mother endured relationships with jerks and tried to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. Growing up with just his mom gave him a new view on how women should be treated and how they should be respected. Ever since she died, he's done all her can to do what she said, treat a woman like a princess.
By attending this school, Lake just hoped to build at least a small relationship with his father; one that lasts longer than the visits every couple of years. He figured that by becoming even the slightest part of Poseidon's world, he would be taking a step towards a relationship he wasn't even sure his father wanted.

LIKES:
Respect: Don't mistreat someone if you wouldn't want to be mistreated in the same way.
Movies: He's a huge movie buff, always on top of the most recent films.
Spontaneity: He's the type of guy to randomly take off on a cross country road trip or decide on a whim one day he wants to go skydiving. He hardly does things by the book.
Making Someone Smile: Whether that's done by cracking a joke, giving a compliment, or showing up with flowers and your favorite movie. He enjoys seeing others smile.
Dogs: Who doesn't love dogs?

DISLIKES:
Arrogance: It's unbelievably annoying when people turn their nose up at others. Lake doesn't understand what makes them think they're so much better than anyone else? Looks? Background? He's got both but you won't catch him flaunting it in front of others.
Seafood: It almost feels a bit like cannibalism. He hasn't been able to eat it since Poseidon showed up.
Deception: He was lied to for 10 years of his life about who his father was. He won't put up with it anymore.
Disappointing Someone: One of the main reasons he agreed to come to this school in the first place, besides wanting to master his powers better, was because he knew if he declined the invitation his father would be disappointed. He may not be super close with Poseidon but he still doesn't want to disappoint him.
Rejection: He dislikes it so much that his fear and distaste for it almost keeps him from taking chances.

FEARS:
Being Alone: There's nothing that scares Lake more than being completely alone. He fears that he won't find that one person he's supposed to spend the rest of his life with, that his friends will leave him alone, and he's afraid of the day his grandmother dies. Not being very close to his father, his grandmother is all that he has left as far as family.
Earthquakes: When Lake was 15, he and his mother were visiting his grandmother in California when a large earthquake hit. It caused the house to crumble, killing both his mother and his grandfather. After the initial quake, the house began to shake so Lake's mother told him to get his grandmother and get out while she went back for his grandfather. Just after Lake and his grandmother got out of the house, an aftershock hit and sent the whole house into rubble. After that, his grandmother raised him and anything that feels even close to an earthquake, it send him right back into that moment when his mother died.
Drowning: Knowingly, drowning is a strange thing for a son of Poseidon to be afraid of, but it's more the fear of losing control of the one thing in life he knows he can control.





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FAMILY::
Karen Auriene || Mother || Deceased || Lake looked up to his mother with utmost respect. They were very close.

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:
The first time Poseidon ever visited Lake after he was born was on his 10th birthday. All his life his mother had told him his dad had died at sea, and while it wasn't true, he supposed he would find the irony of the lie funny eventually. So, when a strange man knocked on their front door with a wrapped gift claiming to be his father Lake was definitely a bit confused. Forced to explain the truth, his mother admitted that his father was actually the god Poseidon. Since then, he's seen his father maybe three times and each time is a lesson on how to better use his powers. Lake wants a real relationship with his dad and hopes that attending this academy will give him that.

FAVORITE POWER:
Being able to breathe under water. It helps calm down his fear of drowning.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Face Claim: Nick Roux


So begins...

Lachlan Auriene's Story

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Character Portrait: Belladonna James Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Landon Peters

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Bella pressed snooze on her alarm clock for the third time this morning, rolling over on her side and landing on another body. Who was in her bed? Groggily, she opened her eyes with caution, unsure of who she'd gone to bed with the night before. Focusing took her tired eyes a moment, but once the picture in front of her became clear she let out a relieved breath. "Landon, get up." A small smile formed on her lips as she shoved her not-so brother out of her bed. "It's orientation day."

Once she was satisfied he was awake, she climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. The water was almost scorching when she stripped her clothes and climbed in, but that was how she liked it. Ah, orientation. So many new freshman, so many more minds to corrupt. This was her favorite day of the school year -- well, one of them. It was a time where she could prey on the insecure, inexperienced new kids. Smirking, she cleaned herself and then stepped out of the water. Bella listened carefully to hear if Landon had actually gotten started getting ready. "Landon! Are you getting ready? We have to leave soon, you know how I love orientation day!"

Walking over to the mirror, Bella stood there naked and admired herself for a moment. She thought very highly of herself and was proud of everything she had to offer, and she definitely wasn't shy about that. Once she had blow dried her hair and put her makeup on, she walked over to the closet and peered in, wondering what to wear.










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Lake was laying awake, and had been for a couple of hours, when his alarm finally went off. Immediately, he threw the covers off of him and went straight to the shower. Orientation wasn't exciting for him. He wasn't even sure why he was going, he was a senior after all. He had been going to this school for the past three years; he knew how it operated. It wasn't so much that he minded, it was more that he had other things he'd rather be doing. Like practicing his skills. Poseidon was supposed to come visit him in a couple of days and Lake was probably more excited than a normal 18 year old would be about showing a parent something he could do. This was the only way to get his father's attention, though, and he wanted to do as best a job as he could.

It wouldn't be too bad as long as Nessa was there. She would keep him sane just like she always did. The two of them were set to meet in, Lake glanced down at his watch, 30 minutes. That gave him just enough time to finish up in the shower and throw some clothes on. The two of them would probably stop for breakfast like they normally did before classes.

Lake hopped out of the shower and shook his head. His hair was so used to standing up that it pretty much did it on its own. He just needed to run a little bit of gel through it and then it would stay like that all day. Being very particular about the way his hair looked, Lake spent a few more minutes than he should have sculpting it to make sure it was styled just right, then he headed over to the closet. Pulling out some khaki shorts and a tshirt, he slung his basically empty backpack over a shoulder and headed out of his room. Pausing for a moment, Lake didn't hear anything coming from his roommate's room and hesitated, wondering if he should check to make sure he was up. Deciding against it, he turned back towards the door, pulling out his cell phone and sending Nessa a text as he walked out.

I'm on my way.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Scott Darrow Character Portrait: Zoe Yeoman Character Portrait: Kiren Vause

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1st of September, 8:10 AM | Orientation Day
Girls Dormitory
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Left. Right. Left. Right. Left... Zoe's sneaker-clad feet slapped the uneven ground with rhythmic timing as she completed her third lap around the vast expanse that was Aeonis Academy.
Her brown hair, scooped back into ponytail, whipped side by side, matching the beat set by her running pace. White earbuds perched above her pierced earlobes, their ivory cord trailing down to the pocket of her hoodie, a dark, slate grey piece of clothing emblazoned with the words 'Cake or Death' across the front.
Her running leggings were also black, and the shoes she wore were a bright, almost neon blue. Suffice to say, it wasn't her classiest outfit, although to be fair she was hardly the sort to have a wardrobe that included such. At the current moment, 'Start Me Up' by The Rolling Stones played through the earbuds, and as Zoe ran, she hummed along. As she turned a corner, she glimpsed at her watch, only to note the time with a pleasantly surprised, "Huh."
Almost an hour had passed since she'd started her run at about 6:50, although such a thing was hardly a huge shock. Time always seemed to fly when Zoe was running. She tended to zone out, paying attention not to her surroundings, but the music playing in her ears and the way her steps seemed to sing along. "One more."
By the time she slowed her run to a casual walk, and entered the girls' dormitory, it was three past, and Zoe slipped into her dorm room's shower with a relaxed demeanour and a chilled slowness, pleased by the fact that she needn't rush. As she stood under the steamy curtain, she pondered the crash of thunder she'd heard earlier.
"I wonder what the old codger wants..." She murmured, tracing away the pale suds from her sopping locks, closing her eyes as she bowed her head under the water.
Ten minutes later, her hair was blown dry, falling over her slender shoulders in its typically wild-yet-manageable manner, and instead of her previous outfit of leggings and a hoodie, she was wearing a pair of dark, grey-green jeans, a black and white New York sweatshirt and a pale green beanie. Once more, it was hardly the kind of outfit you'd see on the red carpet, but this was school, not a fashion show, and what with all the 'wackos' that went here, there was bound to be a hell of a lot worse. With that thought, Zoe slipped her wireless headphones into their usual spot around her neck, and reached for the cellphone that rested on her nightstand. With a small smile, she sent out three texts. The first was to Scott Darrow, and she didn't really expect a reply, although she was always waiting for one.

Stud:
Hey, stud. Did ya miss me? Just kidding. I know you did.


Why 'Stud'? Well, that was simple. Scott was 'Stud' because he was probably the least stud-esque individual that Zoe knew. And there's nothing like ironic nicknames to make the heart grow fonder. Or is that distance? Oh, well.

The second two Zoe sent to her closest friends, Kiren and Lachlan.
Kira:
Yo, where are you? I'm dying of boredom over here. Missed you, by the way. ;)

Lake:
Laky-shaky-mo-maky-breaky-achy... unless you want this to become your new nickname, you will join me for a session of before-school merriment.


Zoe tucked her phone into her pocket, and reached into her drawer, pulling out a thin bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk and unwrapping it. She popped a square into her mouth, savouring the flavour before flopping onto her bed with a sigh.

"It's good to be back."

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke Character Portrait: Priya Aiken Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Cornelius Abbot Character Portrait: Hugo Rojas

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Nessa woke up with a start, her heart slamming away in her chest as her obnoxious alarm clock gave her a rude awakening. She reached hurriedly over to slam it off, crawling over towards the end table next to her bed, but instead rolled off of the bed with her long legs tangled in the heavy covers. She hit the hard floor with a heavy thump on her back and lay there a moment, a weak groan escaping her lips. For half a second, she almost managed to fall back asleep before she remembered the shrill beeping bouncing off the walls of her room. Quickly, Nessa kicked her way free and scrambled to her feet, this time successfully turning off the alarm. Once sweet, sweet silence swept through the room, Nessa stood over her clock, vacantly staring at it with the half-asleep kind of edge to her. Then, across the room, she heard the low buzz of her cell phone vibrating on the desk to let her know she had a text. She trudged across the cold floor, kicking the jumbled blankets aside before grabbing the phone and waking it up. Almost instantly, all of the grogginess smothering her fell away and her heart picked up the pace again at the sight of Lake's name.

I'm on my way


Crap. She was supposed to meet Lake for breakfast this morning before orientation! Nessa turned around in a flustered circle, her brain trying to throw together a to-do list. She darted forward, throwing the blankets back on the bed and turning to pull open the drawers of her dresser.

"Clothes," she murmured to herself, rooting through what she had, yanking out a black button down shirt and throwing it over her shoulder. Promptly, she tugged on a pair of blue cropped jeans and slammed her feet into some sneakers while she tugged on the sleeves over her arms. With a leather messenger bag hanging off her right shoulder, she rushed out of her room, still fiddling with the top buttons of her shirt when her eyes fell on her roommate, Priya's, door. A sinister smile twisted its way onto her innocent face and she dropped her bag to the floor as quietly as she could. Nessa laced her fingers around the doorknob of the door before bursting in as noisily as she possibly could.

"FIRE! PRIYA, THERE'S A-!" she screamed, but her voice cut off halfway through when she saw Priya's empty bed.

"Aw, man," Nessa pouted for a moment, but a smile worked its way onto her face when she saw what a mess her friend's workstation already was. Priya hadn't changed at all.

"She must be getting Hugo," the girl discerned before politely closing the door with a slight click. She picked up her bag once more, ran her fingers through her fair hair and strode out the door, down the stairs and through the front door, out into the brisk air.

Nessa ran towards the tree she and Lake usually met up under, a huge oak tree with giant drooping branches that seemed to almost try to reach down and cover you in a blanket of orange and gold leaves. With her chest heaving, Nessa plopped onto the lush grass, trying to act as nonchalant as possible while she whipped out her phone and shot a quick text to Lake, smirking slightly.

Where are you? I've been waiting for ages! Can't wait to catch up!


Lake probably knew Nessa well enough to detect her light lie, but she really was looking forward to seeing him again after so long. They spoke nearly every day while away on break, so there really wasn't much to "catch up" on, but they surely wouldn't find a problem finding a topic. Nessa took in a long breath of the sweet air. It was great to be back.







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Cory's eyelids fluttered open as the sunlight from the window streamed in and landed on his pillow. He let out a long sigh, remembering what today was. Orientation Day. Just one year of hell left, then he'll be free to see anything and everything. He rolled out of bed, his bare feet, shying away from the sudden cold of the floor. Cory made his way to the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, observing himself rather vainly in the mirror. Quickly, he animatedly looked around over his shoulder to see if anyone was around before flexing and watching his reflection.

"It's gonna be a good year, Cory. You're gonna see a lot of girls and drink a lot of booze, you magnificent bastard," he told himself, before shoving a red toothbrush in his mouth while he fixed his chestnut hair, smoothing it over to one side. After that was was finished, he gave himself some gun fingers and a wink before he spun on his heel and exited, doing a little dance to some silent song. He did a smooth spin and yanked open the top drawer of his dresser, pulling out a dark green tee shirt and some blue jeans. With a few flicks of the wrist, Cory tossed up a pair of aviator sunglasses with reflective lenses, bounced his shoulders in a wave like motion and caught the glasses in the other hand and slipped them on over his eyes, all in time with the imaginary beat.

Once he was dressed, Cory walked out of his room and immediately went to the fridge, pulling out a bagel he had put in there last night. As soon as Cory had arrived at his dorm the day before, he immediately stocked the little kitchenette with as much food and snacks as could fit in the dorm. Food was a very high priority for Cory, so this didn't come as a surprise to anyone who even remotely knew Cornelius Abbot. Cory closed the door and leaned against the front of the fridge, his eyes falling on Daniel Keisuke's room. He swallowed a bite of the bagel and strode confidently over to the door, swinging it open without an invitation of any kind.

"Rise and shine, Dan the Man! It's Orientation Day!" the boy announced regally, throwing his arms out powerfully before biting down on the bagel and tearing the blankets off of his roommate.

"C'mon, Blondie, rise with the Sun, even though it's like, what? 8:30...-ish?" Cory teased, wrapping the blankets around his shoulders like a king's cape. He tried to imagine what he looked like at that moment and decided he looked quite goofy, mission accomplished.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Zoe Yeoman

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Lake was almost to the tree he and Nessa always met under when his phone beeped twice. There were two texts, one from Zoe and the other from Nessa. More interested in what Nessa had to say, he opened hers first, rolling his eyes and smiling at its contents.

Where are you? I've been waiting for ages! Can't wait to catch up!

He felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of seeing her soon, it had been so long although they had spoken almost every day. Lake's fingers slid across the screen, typing a response.

Yeah, right, loser. You probably just slid under the tree. Plus, I'm here!

He clicked send just as he came upon the tree. He was approaching it at a different angle; Nessa's back was to him. The young man tiptoed until he was right behind her and then jumped out from behind the tree, yelling "HEY!" A ripple of laughter shook his body as he watched his best friend jump in fright. "Jeez, calm down Nessy." Lake winked and then remembered he still had another text to reply to. He looked at his phone and read Zoe's message.

Laky-shaky-mo-maky-breaky-achy... unless you want this to become your new nickname, you will join me for a session of before-school merriment.

Oh goodness... He definitely did not want whatever concoction she had just thought of to become his new nickname, but he was already with Nessa so he replied with an explanation.

Sorry Zo, I'm with Nessa headed to breakfast right now. Meet up later?!

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg

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Nessa was twirling the stem of an amber oak leaf, tracing the veins with her free hand, when her phone buzzed. Nessa immediately threw away the leaf, almost certain it was a response from Lake. Sure enough, his name shone on the screen and Nessa opened the text, cocking her head to the side as she read it.

Yeah, right, loser. You probably just slid under the tree.


Huh, so he saw right through that, not that she would admit it to him, of course.

"Plus I'm here," the girl read aloud, her head lifting to look around for him, but before she could catch sight of her friend, a loud, booming voice exploded behind her, causing her heart to skip a beat. She felt herself jump in fear and her hands flew up to cover her stutter-stepping heart and turned to see Lake, looking quite proud of himself as he winked down at her.

"Jeez, calm down Nessy," he told her smoothly. Nessa was unable to hold back the stream of laughter that bubbled up from inside her chest. She doubled over before rising to her feet. She turned to face Lake head on, grinning at him before rushing forward and throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a huge hug.

"Screw you!" she cried teasingly, resting her chin on his right shoulder. She felt the warmth radiating from his body before she pulled away quickly, worried she had held on too long. Looking slightly flustered, she yanked her bag off the ground and set it on her shoulder.

"Knowing you, you're probably starving, right? And knowing me, I'm probably about to eat you, so are you ready to go to breakfast?" Nessa grinned, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She began to walk backwards towards the Mess Hall so she could still face Lake. Quietly, her eyes traced over him, he hadn't really changed much since she had last seen him. He still had that adorably goofy haircut that she loved and he clearly still had the mischievous edge to him.

"Did you have a good break?" she inquired amicably.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg

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Nessa's laugh did something to Lake's insides. He felt his face heat up again and his heart sending a trillion little beats throughout his body all at once as she ran towards him and threw her arms around him. An unstoppable grin appeared on his face immediately as he reciprocated the hug by lacing his arms around her and spinning her around in a circle once. And then, it was over.

As if by instinct, both of them released the other at the same moment. The smile stayed on Lake's face as she pulled away and, if possible, grew even larger at her joke about their hunger. "Yeah, I'm starving!" He replied, following her as she walked backwards, still facing him.

Did you have a good break?

His legs were longer than hers so it didn't take much for them to be side by side. When they were, he hesitantly draped an arm over her shoulders before answering her question. Things had always been so simple between them, and now that it was beginning to feel like more than just friendship, at least for Lake, it seemed that he had doubts before doing anything. Even things that had been done so easily before.

"It was good." He finally replied, holding back a bit of his new information since he didn't want their first conversation back together to be about his drama with his sister. Narissa attends school with them since she's a daughter of Poseidon, but their father brought her to live with Lake and his mother when he turned 10. "Narissa is becoming a bit of a mess." He admitted, rolling his eyes. "But that story is for another day. What about you? How was your break?" Lake looked down at her and smirked.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg

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Nessa hesitated at the mention of Narissa, concern flashing in her eyes. It was always Nessa's first instinct to worry about everyone else before herself, and sometimes this made her feel like she shouldn't ever lean on anyone. That's the problem though, everyone needs to have someone support them instead of trying to be strong enough to lift everyone else around them. She just thought she was rather invincible.

Nessa bit her bottom lip, wanting to inquire further, wanting to make sure Lake was okay himself, but his tone had a sense of finality in it. Instead, she told herself Lake would tell her when he was good and ready, just like always. So, she shrugged it off as Lake threw his arm comfortably around her shoulders and decided to answer his question. Within moments, there was a familiar mischievous light in her blue eyes that burned brighter than a sun while she thought back to the break she had just had.

"Uh, well... there was a bit of a dispute between me and my neighbors I guess. Nothing major, just a slight prank war. The cops were only called once," she confided calmly, her eyes finding his and locking for a long moment. She felt her insides collapse into jelly and new words found their way out.

"Twice... maybe three times," she amended quietly, his gaze making the truth slip out. Ness turned to look ahead so that she could think clearly, trying to see anything besides Lake's eyes. They seemed to swallow the whole world around her.

"Besides that," she continued smoothly, acting as if she were fine, maybe a little distant, "Nothing much, I looked after my brother, watched all of the old Batman movies, memorized seven encyclopedias, you know, normal stuff." She failed to mention that she had obsessively knitted seven sweaters while she was cooped up at a friend's house while she avoided her empty mother. There was no need to mention that, right? It's not like it was a bad thing, those sweater were some preemptive gifts that would serve a fantastic purpose later on this year!

Things were not going great back home, but there's no reason to be selfish, everyone in this whole school had family problems.

Finally, the pair made it to the cafeteria and Nessa looked skyward towards the roof of the tall building.

"Although, this is what I missed. Not the food, I mean. Being with my best friends. Life sure is dull without you guys," Nessa told Lake sincerely, smiling sweetly up at him before entering the building.

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Character Portrait: Belladonna James Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Landon Peters Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith

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Bells had just finished slipping on her outfit when Landon emerged from the shower. Although she had seen him exposed multiple times, the sight of his dripping wet body never seemed to not make her eyes roll back a bit. He was almost physically perfect. Licking her upper lip once, she turned her head from him while he got dressed and scoffed at his question.

"Freshmen. The word quite literally holds the answer. Fresh - Men. It's the perfect... shall we say, hunting ground?" Bella raised her eyebrows at her last words while giving herself a last effort primp in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. Even though this was her yearly ritual, and a night with Landon was the opposite of uncommon, she couldn't seem to shake the thought of seeing Cy. It had been a bit since they'd last hung out, although she'd made it a point to show up where he was periodically throughout the summer, even if to just drag a wanting look from him. There was no denying that she had felt something each time he had looked at her like he so often did, though. Almost as though her heart had relocated from her chest to her throat.

The girl eyed her phone, trying to decide if the temptation to text him was worth it or if it would just stir up more trouble. Especially if Landon found out. She could easily play off the text as a ploy to get Cyrus into her bed, but if Lan found out about her possible feelings for Cy... It wouldn't be pretty for him, and one thing she could admit was that she didn't want Cy getting hurt.

She debated for a few more seconds before sighing, reaching out for her phone, and sending him a text before thinking twice out of fear she'd convince herself not to.

Hey, you. Long time no hang. Thought we could catch up during lunch today? I've missed seeing your face.

Immediately after hitting send, she threw the phone into her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. A nervousness she did not commonly feel spread throughout her insides and she willed the thoughts of the message from her mind. Throwing a look back to the bathroom, she called out "Landon, I'm leaving! Come on!"










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At the word prank Lake's ears perked up. He didn't interrupt Nessa's story, but once she was done he pounced on the opportunity. "Hold on, hold on. Prank?! Nessy, come on now, you can't tell me someone called the cops on you multiple times because of a prank and not elaborate!" His hand motions mimicked his excitement. After all the stress he'd dealt with this summer with how crazy his sister was becoming, he could use a distracting story.

Having a best friend who's basically known throughout the school for her pranks definitely had its perks. One of which was always being able to hear awesome stories about what the pranks were and how the outcome went about. Occasionally Nessa would let Lake help; those were always fun nights.

While he waited for her response, he glanced down at the empty space between them. His action of talking with his hands had lead to his arm no longer being around her shoulders. Now his arm was swinging by hers; so close that their hands were almost touching. Seriously considering for a moment reaching out and taking her hand in his, Lake sucked in a shallow, but quiet breath. Then he lost his nerve due to the chance she would snatch her hand away as soon as he held it. Closing his eyes, he gave his head a small shake in an attempt to rid himself of the humiliation he felt at his cowardice.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Tessa White Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Cornelius Abbot Character Portrait: Otter Davis

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Nessa's eyebrows shot up at Lake's insistence for more details. She took in a long breath, her eyes sliding off to the side.

"Oh jeez," she laughed, placing her hands on her hips. Nessa looked over at one of the empty tables in the mess hand and gently pulled Lake over to the chairs by him arm.

"Let's sit down for this," she laughed, and as soon as she was sitting, any shame concerning the pranks fell away and Nessa's eyes began to burn with a passionate fire that always seemed to spark whenever she was telling a story.

"It was like, two weeks after I got back home and Brent comes in and tells me that these assholes next door, just a couple of high school idiots, are just harassing him and his friends, stealing their money and junk like that. I told him to try and fight his own battle and stand up for himself, but then he comes in with a bloody nose and I know that this is just going to shit, so I agree to help him out with his little squabble. I walked into the kitchen and grab all of the eggs we have and my slingshot and I take Brent up with me to the roof of out house and I got a good number of headshots in there and it was hilarious because they had no clue where this onslaught was coming from, but that was the first cop call. They had no proof and we weren't anywhere to be found so things were peachy. About a week passed with no incidents and I was getting bored, so I went out with a twenty dollar bill, cloned it a few times and paid those bullies to give me a prank war that would challenge me. I have to say, it went really well. The second cop call was from one of the neighbors because our homemade pineapple cannon was 'too loud' at three in the morning. The last cop call was me officially getting back at them, I texted Tessa and she helped me trash their little 1974 Dodge Dart and infest it with dozens of frogs Brent helped me raise from tadpoles. Again, I didn't get caught. You may now applause," Nessa explained eloquently, trying not to brag too heavily. When it came to her pranks, each one was a work of art and it was kind of easy to feel too proud of them. She flashed Lake a bright smile, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. Lake definitely knew how to




Cory waited until Danny was finally finished complaining about his wake-up call, which was quite a while as he would come up with something new to add every few minutes or so.

"I do hope you realize you now have to make my bed for me tonight," Dan had grumbled, an order that was met with a rather over dramatic roll of the eyes from Cory. He shook his head at his blonde roommate. At least Dan promptly heeded the sound of his own stomach and was ready to leave within minutes.

"Come on buddy, plenty of girls to meet and plenty of people to talk to," Daniel pressed, earning a glance from Cory who headed back into his room to grab a red zipper hoodie with white strings. He threw it on, and winked at himself in the mirror before following Dan out into the hall, the thought of all the food he was about to eat, putting a rather goofy grin on his handsome face. He was snapped out of his reverie when Dan rammed into a girl behind him. It took Cory a second of way obvious staring to remember who she was. Her name was Otter, like the animal, and Dan had a clear crush on her. He narrowed his eyes at the two, a long smirk on his lips.

"Ah, I'm gonna go ahead, Danny Boy, perhaps you two would like to eat together," he suggested civilly before nudging Daniel a little roughly before murmuring quietly so no one else but him could hear his next comment.

"Or perhaps you'd like to eat each other. Catch ya later, Hot Shot," he joked, winking at Dan and chuckling at his own crude joke before moving along down the hallway, acting as innocent as a newborn baby. The walk to the cafeteria was an uneventful one for Cory, but he was so caught up in his own world where he was the sparkling center to notice.

"Lookin' like a king with a hoodie on," he sang to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets and doing a bit of a walking dance, "I can still turn heads with what I put on."

If there was anything Cory was mostly known and admired for was his ability to do whatever he wanted and not give a shit and a half what other people thought. Therefore, he did a lot of peculiar things, expecting not to be questioned about it. That can cause anyone problems. He swung open the door of the cafeteria and strode in like he owned the whole campus. The goofy smile on his face was still evident, and it grew when he saw the line of trays and food on the far side of the room. He quickly walked over and piled his tray with more food than could seem to possibly fit in his lean body, then turned to look out at the sea of people at their little table islands. He began to walk out into the mass, looking along the edges of the room for an emptier seat before his eyes fell and locked on a particular blonde. It only took a second for her to feel his eyes on her and she turned to look up. It took Nessa less than a nano second to go from "Why what a glorious morning!" to "Bitch, I will cut you". She immediately looked away, a foul, glowering look on her face.

"Fuck me," she hissed under her breath. It was all she had the time to say before Cory slammed his tray down across from the two.

"Hey, Nessa! Missed you and your bitchiness over the summer!" Cory exclaimed loudly, feigning delight. Nessa rolled her blue eyes, and avoided looking at him.

"Hello, Cornelius," she replied stonily, sinking lower in her seat.

"Ya know, you can call me Cory," he answered like always, even though they both knew she would never be so friendly. A chilly silence passed as the two stared each other down from across the table.

"Ya know, Nessie, you might even be a little pretty if you dressed like you cared," he told her, batting his long lashes at her. She gave him a scrutinizing glare.

"Like you should talk," she spat back. Cory raised a single eyebrow at her, grabbing either side of his hoodie, flicking his wrist so that the hood snapped up over his head.

"I'm looking like a king with my hoodie on," he told her proudly.

"The King of Breakfast Foods maybe, I don't understand how you can stand to eat so much," she told him, a disgusted tone in her voice. Cory made a point of shoving five grapes in his mouth before he answered.

"Well, since you asked, I'm 90% stomach," he answered around his grapes. Nessa turned to look at Lake, her eyebrows shot up in fake surprise.

"There we go! That would explain your lack of brains," she retorted sharply before getting up from her seat and heading towards the food line. Cory swallowed his grapes and grinned as wide as he could at Nessa's retreating form.

It was at this point did he acknowledge Lake's presence.

"That was a good one, she had a good one. How are ya doin', Lake?" he grinned at the boy, seemingly pretty proud of himself.

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Bella's phone vibrated as Landon yelled at the boys eyeing her, making her smirk to herself as she reached into her purse and pulled out her cellular. It was from Cyrus. She opened his text and rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, but felt a strange sense of accomplishment in the pit of her stomach at his agreement to meet up with her at lunch. Typing out a quick response, she kept her facial expressions to a minimal so as not to tip of Landon.

Alright then, mister cocky. I'll see you then. Our usual table.

Putting her phone back into her purse, she gave Landon a look as he took her cigarette. They were almost to the school building when he asked his question.

So're you still talkin' to that Cyrus guy?

Her breath caught once in surprise at his question, but she tried to keep her facial expressions to a minimum. "Yeah, a little bit. I haven't seen him in a while." She shrugged it off nonchalantly. "Why do you ask?" Bells furrowed her eyebrows and took the cigarette from Landon's mouth, placing it in her own, and took another drag.








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Lake leaned back in his chair, arms around his stomach, laughing at Nessa's story. He watched her closely as she told her story, noticing exactly how into it she got and how proud she was. It was certainly one of the more adorable things he'd ever seen. When she finished, she told him he could now applaud and that's exactly what he did. Until Cory walked over that is.

He sat through the entire exchange, wanting to speak up and defend Nessa but knowing that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. After she got up and walked off, Lake turned his attention to Cory who just now seemed to notice he was sitting there.

"I've been doin' good, buddy." Lake answered with a small nod, forcing a small smile to turn the corner of his lips upwards. Cory was a decent dude, at least to him. They had a pretty good friendship, but the way he made fun of Nessa really bothered him and he had told Cory this before. Unfortunately it hadn't seemed to make much of a difference. "Why do you have to do that?" He questioned, leaning forward and resting his chin on one of his hands. Lake had almost considered getting up and following her over to the food line as soon as she walked away, but he and Cory were friends and he thought he at least deserved the benefit of the doubt.

Lake couldn't resist letting his eyes wander over to where his best friend stood though. She looked pissed with her arms crossed over her chest and a mean expression plastered over her face. He couldn't help but feel annoyed at his male friend for treating her like that and it made him not even want to talk to him.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Priya Aiken Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Cornelius Abbot Character Portrait: Hugo Rojas Character Portrait: Isabel Nolan

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Nessa angrily threw food rather messily on her tray, Cory's comments had already ruined her sunny disposition and now she had detached herself from Lachlan. At the thought, she looked rather surreptitiously over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Lake's who was watching her, just as she was. Great, she had left him and looked like a total jerk to his friend. Way to go there, Solberg, you really nailed that one. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and turned away, her neck bent gracefully. She rolled her eyes at herself.

She was being ridiculous!

How could she let someone as insignificant as Cornelius Abbot get to her? Someone like him shouldn't be able to have this much power over her. Nessa let out an exasperated huff, she always did this! She felt remorse afterwards and would vow to chill out, but the moment Cory smirked at her, his lips opening to let loose some ignorant or arrogant comment, something in her gut twisted and let loose fire in her veins and venom on her tongue. She scowled down at the pile of fruit salad, still immersed in her own thoughts when a deep, familiar voice shouted in her ear.

"Boo!" it shouted, making Nessa jump, nearly tossing her food on the floor. Luckily, it landed with a clatter on the counter instead. She whirled around as quickly as she could, her heart screaming out the name of who it was before her lips did.

"HUGO!" Nessa squealed loudly, immediately throwing her arms around his torso, ignoring the fact that she practically tackled her brother.

"I have so much to tell you! Shit went down this summer, but I can tell you all that later! I missed you so, so, so much!" she rambled, words tumbling out of her mouth as quick as she could manage. Nessa's gaze peeked around Hugo's frame, catching sight of Priya. She released Hugo to pull Priya into a much gentler hug. Gods, it felt better than amazing to see them again. To see her family again. She pulled away from Priya to look right into her eyes.

"I made you a lot of sweaters. I'm actually really sorry," Nessa told her sincerely before her light laugh couldn't hold back any longer.

"It's so good to see you guys! Never leave me alone in that house again." she told them, staring up at them with big, blue doe eyes. Hopefully, the two of them understood her family's disfunctionality well enough to pick up on that without her having to go into detail about her absent mother. However, any thought of her mom disappeared after that, how could she think back to that when her best friends in the entire world were finally back with her?







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Cory was relishing the exchange he had with Nessa for a few sweet moments, before Lake asked his question.

"Why do you have to do that?" he asked the Son of Apollo. Cory's eyes fell on him and he saw that Lake was like, actually upset. Cory rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, a smirk still on his lips.

"Sorry, are you... upset about that?" Cory asked innocently. He reached back to scratch the back of his head, the smile falling off of his face.

"C'mon Lake, I'm just blowing off a little steam, it's no big deal and Nessa is perfectly fine. She'll get over it," he told him in a reassuring voice. Cory could have left it there, he really could've, but he was Cornelius Abbot.

So he didn't.

His demeanor got even darker and his tone was more venomous than before, trying to press some buttons and maybe hit a nerve with Lake. It would be kinda fun to see the kid get flustered. So, with a dismissive wave of the hand, Cory began his spiel.

"I know Nessa, Lake. Dare I say it, maybe even more than you the Solberg Expert, ya got me? And I know Nessa is fine and can take care of herself, you saw that yourself, man. She doesn't need some little...," Cory trailed off at this time to think of what would shut him up and look Lake up and down judgmentally, raising his eyebrows, "Puppy dog lover or whatever you are to her, stand up for her, so take my word for it; Nessa is okay and she will be whether or not you're there. Pinkie promise," Cory insisted, hooking his pinkie through Lake's before he could protest.
Quickly, he stood up, eyes falling on Hugo and Priya talking with Nessa. He fought the slight urge to go talk to Priya, partially to annoy Nessa even further, but partially because Priya was... well wonderful. However, Hugo was there and he really hoped Nessa wasn't tattling to her brother like a kindergartner. Hugo was tough enough to deal with already. Better play it safe and leave before Hugo caught sight of him and came at him like a bull. He raised his eyebrows down at Lake.

"Uh oh! Big Brother Alert! You know how it is; I gotta bounce. Again, everything is good. If you relax a little bit and become you know, Lake again, come find me, Champ," he told Lake, once again, a friendly edge to his voice.

Typical Cory; say what you want and then end it in a friendly manner. Of course, he always risked the possibility of losing one of his few friends here by doing that, but he never said anything that he didn't think the two friends could rebound from. At the very worst, he thought Lake might become a little embarrassed perhaps a little awkward, but end up as Cory's friend at the end of the day!

Without another word, Cory turned on his heel and left, pulling his jacket around him, thinking he looked rather awesome.
That was another key component, though. Leave before they can get a word in on you.
If you're there for the explosion well... it could take quite some time and effort to patch that back up.
Once he's out, back in the sunshine, breathing fresh air, Cory feels much better about Lake and Nessa. Not really... remorseful.

Maybe slightly... ashamed? But no regret. Not really.

He shook his head, distracting himself from them and catching sight of another one of his friends.

Isabel Nolan.

He hoped he didn't look too weirdly desperate when he darted forward and caught her arm. A stadium-sized radiant smile shone on his handsome face as he came up with an excuse.

"Hey, chick! Orientation Day is proving to be as lame as ever, no surprise there. I don't know about you, but I could really use some distraction, have you planned that Back to Hell Blowout, yet? I'm actually willing to help out, don't be too shocked," he teased, cocking his head to the side while his eyes burned into hers.

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Bella began to chew on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had picked up over the years. She should have known that Landon would see through her facade, there really was no lying to him. Rolling her eyes in an attempt to divert some attention and make it seem as if it wasn't a big deal. "Fine. Yes, I'm texting him. We're going to meet up over lunch and catch up." Then, as she noticed his expectant look, pulled out the bunt she had rolled the night before and placed it in his hand. "And I know I'm not your girlfriend." She snapped back, picking up her pace a bit to leave him lagging behind.

Obviously they weren't together. They just screwed around like she did with everyone. The only difference was that he was protective over her and could be a little controlling. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face, and reached back down into her purse to check her phone. No response. Again. Once she had reached the front steps to the building, she paused, waiting for Landon to catch up to her. When he was behind her, she crossed her arms over her chest and turned to face him abruptly, a sour look on her face.

"Listen. I know I'm not your girlfriend, but you can't blame me for not wanting to tell you about guys. You tend to be a little... aggressive, when it comes to me." At that she popped her hip out and placed a hand on her side, cocking her head to the left and waiting on his response.






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Lake wasn't one to get caught up in useless drama, so as Cory ranted on and insulted him, he just sat there and took it. He was shocked, yes, but Cory did things like this all the time so it was really Lake's own fault for being surprised at it. After the rant was finally over, the other boy got up and left, leaving Lake to sit there and soak in what had been said. Was he really a "puppy dog lover"? Did Nessy see him like that? God, he hoped not. It was scary enough that he knew he was having those feelings, if she knew, phew, it could ruin their entire friendship.

Lake rested his face in his hands for a moment, still letting his friend's harsh words sink in. Then he pulled himself together, realizing that Nessa was still over by the food and that the growling in his stomach was getting louder. He pushed back from the table and walked over to join her. She was talking to two of his other classmates who he showed a friendly smile and an excited hello. But it was fake. He knew Nessa would know it was fake, too. He couldn't shake what Cory had said, and he figured he wouldn't be able to get over it for at least an hour.

"Alright Nessy, what looks good?" He asked, turning to the food and trying to decide between cereal, eggs, and a muffin. It all looked surprisingly delicious. The food here wasn't half bad. It was better than the food at his grandma's, God bless her.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Priya Aiken Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Cornelius Abbot Character Portrait: Sourav Park Character Portrait: Cecilia Keelan Character Portrait: Hugo Rojas Character Portrait: Isabel Nolan

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Nessa agreed enthusiastically to exchange gifts with Priya after orientation. It was like a tradition they had done since their freshman year and Hugo had made his way into the event as well, having wormed his goofy way into both of their hearts. The proof was on his shoulder as a small animatronic bird let out a high-pitched chirp. Nessa's mouth fell open in shock and she immediately stepped closer to her brother to get a better view of it. With wide eyes, she turned back to her friend, pure, unadulterated joy dancing in her bright eyes.

"Priya! This is... incredible! Look at this! Well, actually, I'm sure you looked at it much more than you wanted to while it was on your workbench, but this is amazing! You've made leaps and bounds of progress!" Nessa exclaimed excitedly, celebrating Priya's mind blowing triumph.

However, the happiness that was emitting from her melted away when Priya offered a place for her to stay next break. Her eyes fell to the floor as she was caught between what she thought was selfish and looking after Brent. She couldn't leave her brother alone with that woman for weeks and weeks. That wouldn't be fair to him.

But what about her?
She spent the summer traumatizing his bullies, didn't she deserve some time away?
Her lips pressed together in a thin line before she gave them a small smile.

"Oh, we'll have ages to talk about it later, I'm sure," Nessa pointed out, sidestepping away from the real question with practiced ease. Brent always asked her what she was doing with her slingshot or eight rolls of aluminum foil or a duffel bag full of stolen police car lights, so dodging questions was becoming quite easy now. Right after she said this, Priya turned to look at the entrance of the cafeteria. Nessa quickly turned to follow her gaze and watch Cornelius strut out of the room. Her eyes slid over to her friend, raising one eyebrow and smirking.

"So, I guess that dream is still in progress, huh? Nessa teased, a strong presence of annoyance in her tone. Whatever Priya saw in Cory was parsecs ahead of her. Nessa would never tell Priya who she should or shouldn't like, and Cory was no exception, but he was one that came with incessant badgering that Nessa felt was perfectly reasonable. The girl turned to look at her half-brother, a fire of determination blazing in her light eyes.

"We're gonna prank that prick so hard this year, we'll make MIT look like amateurs, guaranteed," Nessa swore, the last word spoken like an oath. When she looked back towards Cory, her gaze got caught along the way and landed on Lake. He was holding his head in his hands and she began to rush over to him, to help him in whatever he needed. She felt cool worry for her friend, but anger was beginning to bubble in her stomach again.
What did that idiotic, selfish numskull say to Lake?!
She had only gotten a few steps when Lake got up himself and strode over to them. He flashed Priya and Hugo a bright smile, greeting them enthusiastically, but Nessa could read him like an open book. It was painfully fake.

"Alright Nessy, what looks good?" he asked her, something obviously wrong. She shook her head, trying to forget Cory and the stupidity that came with him. She stepped over to stand next to him, her right hand twitching a little.

"I would uh... well you know it's all... it's all good," she told him stupidly, stammering more than anything else. She breathed in once, twice and slipped her hand in his. His skin felt like hot electricity and she felt her ears turn an obvious shade of red. She made herself squeeze his hand reassuringly and lean closer to Lake.

"And forget Cory, okay? Whatever he said... whatever stupid, insensitive thing he said is ridiculous and nothing to worry about. Hugo and I are on the case," she promised sweetly before retreating back to Hugo's side, a hand covering her mouth thoughtfully.

"Hey, partner... wanna get started on that back to school prank? I got some pretty big plans. I hope you think you're up to it," she told her brother, her mind whirring like the gears and cogs inside of a watch.







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Cory allowed a smirk when Isabel pointed out his rather rude introduction. He hadn't seen her all summer and he hadn't even used her name when he saw her. Although, this went over his head and was forgotten when Isabel accepted his offer to help out.

"Of course I'm offering, Iz, it's my only dream to serve. You know me, uber helpful and the like," he joked, laughing. This was not necessarily true.
Besides being rather self-absorbed, Cory was also a little lazy and would normally avoid helping out, but it was always different with Isabel. She could find a way to make his life more interesting than simply living out this last dull and drab year like he was half-dead. Izzy was also one of those people where if you scratch her back, she'll scratch yours and her favors went pretty far with exactly the right people. So, when he felt Izzy's tone change to a much sexier edge, he followed along and lowered his eyes at her, smirking.

"You know I do need some heavy lifting done, and I've heard that sort of stuff goes so much faster if you do it topless. What do you say, take your top off and move some stuff around for me?" she inquired lightly, batting her long, dark lashes at him. It was at this point that Cory picked up on the joke and he chuckled lowly, rolling his shoulders back, animatedly flexing his biceps, and joining in the merriment.

"Well, Isabel, I'm sure that is backed by a lot of science," he smiled while leaning in closer to her, playing her game.

"How about this," he offered, his eyes boring into hers, "I promise I will take my shirt off for you if you take off yours." The two were staring deeply into each other's eyes, silent conversations He was snapped out of it when a second voice entered the equation. He took a step back and saw Cecilia and Sourav approaching them. He couldn't say he knew them very well, but they were both pretty popular, especially with the party crowd. Cecilia would be helpful on his side, same as Sourav. They were both reasonably good people, you know, the friendly party-animal type.

“I would say I am all for watching if that is to be the case,” Izzy's sister chimed in, it was obvious that she had heard the exchange about Cory taking his clothes off. Right after, the two greeted him. Cory's bright smile still hung on his lips, maybe it looked a little vacant, having stayed present for so long.

"Hey, you two. We're just discussing how much better looking, not to mention stronger, we'd all be without shirts. Any thoughts?" Cory asked, winking at them while he held the back of his head with his palms, an extremely relaxed air around him.

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Character Portrait: Lachlan Auriene Character Portrait: Priya Aiken Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Hugo Rojas Character Portrait: Mark Buick

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Hugo doesn't really think of himself as a guy who's particularly sentimental; he doesn't weep at weddings or hoard a clutter of his meaningful childhood toys and, although he'll admit that he's gotten a little bit glassy-eyed during an episode of his favorite Spanish soap opera, he's generally unaffected by saccharine moments. However, getting a big armful of his little sister after not seeing her for the summer, Hugo's little Grinch heart is glowing with affection. Nessa's familiar sweet features, eye catching golden blonde hair, and bright beaming smile has Hugo returning her big bear hug without a second thought. As far as sentiments go, Hugo was more than happy to be back with Nessa and Priya, forming their own Three Musketeers and Destiny's Child. But let it be known that Hugo is the Beyoncé of the trio.

Nessa's ecstatic reaction and lightning-quick words have Hugo grinning back at the daughter of Hermes and they prompt Hugo to reflect her mood. "You know I'd absolutely freeze to death in the cold Arctic wasteland known as Greece without your sweaters, Ness! I hope you've made me a red one. Red is so slimming on me," He jested dramatically, making it a huge point to motion to his chest in a feminine manner and run his hands down his jacket-covered arms. Taj fluttered along his sleeves in an attempt to escape the oncoming hands, the smart little thing he is. Hugo definitely agreed with Nessa- Priya really outdid herself with Taj. He couldn't wait to see how Nessa's butterfly would turn out.

Hugo nodded at Priya's suggestion for Ness to come stay with her. "Or you know, you could always come with me to New Mexico. Mom's always going on and on about if her babies are going to come visit and she's not talking about me, she's talking about you guys." Don't get Hugo started on how his own mother seems to care more about the two of them than her own son. 'Hugo, is Priya eating well?' or 'Hugo how are my daughters?'. On the flip side, Priya's family seemed to have adopted him into the Aiken clan as well and Priya's little brother, Dixon, is what Hugo likes to refer to as his protegee. Though, Hugo doesn't think Priya would appreciate finding out that he's being trying to show Dixon how to lock pick or swipe desserts when people aren't looking. All in innocent fun.

"It's unfortunately still in progress, you mean." Hugo sighs in response to Priya's obvious infatuation in Aeonis' resident asshole son of Apollo. Again, aren't they supposed to be the nice ones? Marilyn Tsinajinnie and Juliette Kingsley were just two hot buckets of sunshine. Somehow Marilyn has managed to even befriend Scott- god knows how or why. "I have a couple of things up my sleeve for him." However, before Hugo could elaborate on any plans, he found himself in front of Lake, Nessa's boyfriend who for some reason gave Hugo a strange impression at the time being.

As Nessa addressed Lake, Hugo tended to his text messages:

[From: Markus]
[What up my Puta? I'm heading to the cafeteria for my second breaky! Doubtful they'll have any soda or fadge, wtf is a Norn Irish man to do with himself if they aren't included in breakfast!!! :O]

[To: Markus]
[Not much, my Puta! You're going to have to make do with the other pitiful breads. Shame :( ]


Much to Hugo's disdain, there wasn't anything from Tessa, so she did probably have the wrong guy. Yup. Placing his phone in his jacket pocket this time instead of his jeans, Hugo's attention turned back to Nessa, who had just mentioned something about a school prank. A small, sinister smirk grew upon his face. "You know I'm ready, you little devil you. What did you have in mind?"

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As she lay, sprawled out on her bed, Zoe glanced at the mobile in her hand, an expression of curiosity touching her eyes when she noticed the pale symbol of an envelope adorning the screen, beside the time. Her thumb slid across the lock screen, -the background of which was her and Kirin, making the ugliest faces imaginable- and tapped in the four digits (1, 9, 4, 3 - or Mick Jagger's birth year, if you must know) before reading the message. She had expected it to be from one of her friends, in reply to the three texts she'd sent out not so long ago, but the time on the message said otherwise, having arrived on her phone whilst she was running. As she read it, Zoe's lip perked into an amused smile.

You have a great taste in music. I personally prefer "Paint It Black", as it is more emotional in my eyes, (the PTSD of a soldier after the Vietnam War is a very heavy subject to tackle,) but I guess the lyrics to that song are more motivational. Happy jogging.
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"'RR'?" She frowned slightly in thought, searching for someone in her acquaintance that matched those initials. Seconds later, the smile returned, and she deftly saved the number under the name 'Good Taste', muttering the person's true identity softly, "Ruth Reyes." After a quick ponder, she typed a response, pleased to be aware of someone that shared her taste in quality music.

Good Taste:
Why, thank you. And I see your point, although if you want a 'difficult subject to tackle', I reckon
Sympathy For The Devil is worth a shot. It's not every day you get a first-person narrative from Beelzebub. Personally, I think he's misunderstood.

Just as she sent it, her phone vibrated, and she flicked onto her messages once more, as the phone murmured again, thrice. Ooh, aren't I popular? Opening the first text, her previous enthusiasm dimmed ever so slightly, at the reply from Lachlan (or, as she had warned to call him: Laky-shaky-mo-maky-breaky-achy):

Sorry Zo, I'm with Nessa headed to breakfast right now. Meet up later?!

Huh. Apparently not. All the same, she smirked, noting his company knowingly, and shot back a quick text:

Lake:
No probs. Knock 'em dead, Lover Boy. ;)


The second was from 'Stud', and she read it with a laugh, hearing his cool and collected tone as she did so.

Stud? Really Zoe?
I may have missed you, not your nicknames though.


"'May have'? How dare he!" She commented with amused sarcasm, before flicking on to the third message.

The next message perked her mood notably, and she read it with the excitement clear on her face.

I missed you too! I'm still in my dorm, been up all night drawing and messing around with my little mad lab of a room. Gimmie about fifteen minutes to get dressed and I'll meet up with you! xoxoxo

She was about to reply when she noted that the third text bore the same sender as the one she was currently reading, and she flicked it open, only to find that it was Kirin, informing her that she'd meet her at orientation, and that she needed to see Kade.

Kira:
Sure thing. See you there. :D


Zoe replied cheerfully, but as she chucked the phone onto her nightstand, she tutted in teasing disapproval, "Honestly, these people and their adolescent romances... Wheres my Hugh Grant?" She slid off the bed, picking up her phone again and slipping it into her pocket before approaching the door. "Ryan Gosling? Cary Grant?" She glanced at her roommate's abandoned luggage, and her fingers started to itch. "No." She scolded, before walking out the door, hearing it lock behind her as it swung shut.

More to herself than anyone else, she mumbled a mildly sorrowful, "... Now what do I do?" Before shrugging, and deciding that she may as well get something to eat. Sliding her headphones over her head, she walked over to the cafeteria accompanied by 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', and hummed quietly along as she swiped a crisp apple from the bowl, shooting a wink at the lunch lady, who returned the gesture with an amused, faux-irritated smile. Zoe trailed along the line, pondering how to spend her time, and bit into the apple with a soft crunch.