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Naomi Malone-Bell

"Yo, I'm Nomi, NomiIzMe. Ready to get this thing started?"

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a character in “Fulton University: Rush Week Begins”, as played by chanelindistress

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{“Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts. That's what little girls are made of; the heck with sugar and spice.”}
~ Bethany Hamilton, Soul Surfer: A True Story of Faith, Family, and Fighting to Get Back on the Board

{Wings: Little Mix || Blank Space: Taylor Swift || Never Been Hurt: Demi Lovato || Break Free: Ariana Grande || Lights: Ellie Goulding || Chandelier: Sia}
{I Was Here: Beyoncé || Grateful: Rita Ora || Fly Before You Fall: Cynthia Erivo || Shelter: Birdy || Laying Around With You: Alexis Jordan}



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Name
"Hey, guys! I am Naomi, or Nomi, NomiIzMe. Hit me up at Fulton U Hot 103.4 on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
Naomi Chantal Malone-Bell


Nicknames
Naya {Accepted; most common}; Nomi or NomiIzMe{Her alias at the school's radio station}; Malone {Mostly by classmates and coaches}; Chanti {Only by close friends and family}


Age
19


Birth Date
November 6, 1995


Zodiac Sign
"The sexiest sign out there, I believe."
Scorpio


Gender
Female


Sexuality
Heterosexual


Ethnicity
30% Barbadian// 10% Polish// 15% German// 10% Guyanese// 35% British


Major
"My Nana didn't raise no fool."
Broadcast Communication & Political Science



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History
When Domonique Malone went off to attend University of Cambridge, the last thing her mother ever expected was for her to drop out of school midway because she was pregnant with one of her professor's baby. Rashida Malone-Bell was not a happy camper when that happened and sent for her daughter's return to Barbados where Naomi would be born nine months later. After her birth, it was evident that Domonique still needed to continue her education, so she was allowed to go back to school under the stipulation that she returned home for every break and that every paycheck she earned while in school would be split in half so that her daughter's care would be financed. Not that Rashida had ever had a problem with providing for her grandchild. From the day she was born, Naomi developed a closeness with her grandmother that has since been unmatched, which lent to a lot of petty jealousies from Domonique in the later years of her child's life. However, during those blissful six years, Naomi was her grandmother's baby and if she wasn't simply helping out (with her tiny hands) in the kitchen cooking meals for their small community on those Fridays after work, she was at the church belting out old hymnals whenever her Nana played the organ.

A little after her sixth birthday, Domonique decided that she wanted to permanently stay in England, particularly High Wycombe. Naomi's father wanted nothing to do with them and Rashida knew that the two would need help. After some careful deliberation and a heavy heart, she decided to leave her home to make sure that her grandchild was being taken care. When she considered the latter, she hadn't actually believed she would be as in control of that matter as she had been. Despite being a mother and having those responsibilities, Domonique still wanted to party. She wanted to have her fun and be out all late and in order for Naomi to not see the recklessness, Rashida stepped up to the plate. In her young eyes, her mother had always been more of an older sister anyway, so it never surprised her when Nana would sit Domonique down for lectures or when the two would be engaged in a heated debate. It wasn't until Naomi was around thirteen when things came to a boiling point and Domonique walked out the door and never turned around. On one hand, after that, Rashida could have brought Naomi back to Barbados with the ever-present sun and tropical weather. At the same time, she had always been passionate about giving her granddaughter a fine education and England had been good. America had family members and schools she could afford that were still great for Naomi. So, they moved there, not really sure where Domonique had gone.

It wasn't until Naomi was fifteen that she saw her mother again. By then, her grandmother and distant relatives had nourished and cultured her. She had played the piano and learned to sing at a young age. She worked small jobs to pay for her dance lessons, and her Nana never let her leave the table to watch television or do much of anything if all of her homework was not complete. Naomi was strong, smart, and had a little mouth on her that could get her out and in of trouble, with hands that could back her up if needed. However, when her mother returned with bruises all over her body and after having two miscarriages because of a marriage that should have never happened in the first place, Naomi took that as a lesson: she shouldn't allow herself to be as vulnerable as her mother had. It left the woman bruised and broken, both physically and emotionally, and Naomi didn't want that. So, she concentrated on her schooling and graduated when she was sixteen. Some part of her was ecstatic about attending an HBCU; she had never been sold on the idea of a 'fine education' coming from a PWI. However, upon receiving Fulton's financial aid package and actually seeing the community for herself, she was kinda sold. Becoming a Zeta came naturally; she found that she was much more rowdier and maybe even a tad bit reckless when not under her grandmother's thumb. The difference, however, between herself and her mother is evident: Naomi has a plan for her life and she's not willing to allow anyone to stop her.



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Quirks//Habits//Oddities
Always seems to smell like shea butter and vanilla. Is almost always twirling her fingers in her hair, particularly when it is left in its naturally curly state. Talks with her hands a lot. When angry, she goes from English to Bajan (a mixture of English and Barbadian dialect that not most English speakers understand) and back to English without even realizing it. Can almost always be seen munching on something, whether it be M&Ms or gum. Prays every morning before she goes off on her merry little way. Hums when cooking When she is in a conversation, her stare is unwavering to that particular individual as if she is giving them her full and undivided attention, even if they aren't interesting to her. Spends at least three hours every first Saturday of every month doing a moisture-reconstruction of her hair so that it retains its softness. Cannot sit still in a chair for too long and has to move positions (ie. crossing one leg over the other and back again). Always uses a cake-batter flavored gloss and lip balm. Quirks her lips to the side when she hears something she doesn't like. Has an English accent.


Greatest Joys In Life
Her number one greatest joy, even above music, is having her Nana. Her grandmother raised her when her mother would not and Naomi feels undoubtedly grateful of that unconditional love. She loves spending time with the older woman, calling her every Sunday after church, and seeing her grandmother's face first whenever she gets on a plane ride back to D.C. Music is what has sustained Naomi's family for as long as she could remember. Her grandmother first got her involved when she was little and the older woman would play the piano during Sunday services. Eventually, it led to Naomi singing and then to her dancing and playing the piano herself. It's just something about the way the smooth tones can move her that she just can't help but feel at ease. Spending time with friends because of regardless of their differences, her friends are her friends. Nothing changes that. So, if her crew wanted to chill and watch movies or even play video games, she's down. If there's a party, you know she's dragging everyone with her. If there was any way to move her heart, knowing good place where milkshakes are made would be the first place to start. Her favorite is anything with peanut butter. Connecting with people is something that she cherishes. Whether it is on a spiritual, emotional or even an intellectual level, Naomi loves those interactions. She learns from them and some people can be downright inspiring.


Greatest Fears
Falling prey to the same type of love life her mother had. Going through life without having really made her mark or done some good. Losing her voice Death, or rather, the unknown of death (ie. Will it hurt? Will she feel it?) The day her grandmother dies Sexual assault


Good Personality Traits
Vivacious Intelligent Compassionate Driven Protective A LeaderConfident Outspoken Passionate Independant


Bad Personality Traits
Rebellious Impulsive Headstrong Abrasive Territorial Stubborn Guarded Sassy Reckless


Life Philosophy
“It isn't what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it.” - Dale Carnegie
"If you ever see me in class, you know that I'm always questioning things and why they are the way that they are. I think about everything - I take EVERYTHING in, even if people don't think I am. I think about peace, I think about equality. I think about Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, and all those kids who won't get the chance to grow up. I think about a world where we aren't silenced. I think about a world that I can actually be happy in and that makes me happy."



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Personality
Anyone who knows her will tell you - Naomi is a great ball of energy with a never-ending supply of happiness and sass. She has to be. If she's going to be one of the personalities on the campus' radio, then she needs to be able to engage people and engaging is definitely a label you can place this Zeta under. One thing is to be said is that Naomi doesn't things for attention nor is she the bubbly sort that is just practically bouncing on their toes like a toddler. She can be quite down-to-earth and mellow when the time comes. However, Naomi is also one who can never simply stay off her feet for too long. She needs to move, that's what her Nana taught her. Whether that means she is prancing around the Zeta house's kitchen dancing to Beyoncé or simply rocking in her seat in class to music that no one else can hear, it's very obvious that she is a lively character and along with that animated characteristic comes an individual who very easily be a good person to simply get to know. Naomi loves getting to know people. She doesn't hesitate in large crowds and she's definitely not afraid to be at the center of attention. Granted, this has left some pretty interesting things to be said about her. For instance, she can come off as simply this bubbly sweetheart and her continued presence at mostly every party on and off campus leave others thinking she doesn't take things seriously. However, there is only a thin line between Nomi and Naomi and the two are so irrevocably intertwined that it's hard for anyone to try to make the distinction between the two. Nomi is your DJ at the party. She is the girl who can compete with the best of them at drinking, even though she knows she'll fail. Nomi dances to every song and probably has a routine planned out. Nomi is even the girl you wish you had, casting sultry looks over her shoulder that leave you begging for more. And then there's Naomi and it's important to note that while the aforementioned line is thin, it is very much still there.

For Naomi, once Nomi is on a break or is simply waiting in the background, is a fairly intelligent and remarkably conscious individual as it pertains to the society in which she lives. Regardless of how completely passed out she was after coming back from that party at Matthew's or who she was flirting with at the club last night, Naomi will gladly set all of that aside to enlighten you. Because of her party girl persona, it is sometimes hard to remember that Naomi doesn't have a 4.0 simply out of thin air. No, she has worked for it and has worked for a lot of things her entire life. She applied for two jobs during her freshman year and still found time to do both her homework and get her party on. And even still, her grades don't equate to the amount of work she has done, but to the knowledge that she possesses. Naomi is a naturally oppositional conscious and questions a lot of things, sometimes because they are questionable and sometimes simply to engage others. That's who she is - an engager. She favors intellectual conversation and people, especially those who sees inequality and wrongness in the world. She is a passionate individual and that is evident in the unwavering attention she sheds on something that she cares about or even a simple conversation. She's not some dainty little flower in the garden that you just want to nurture and care for; she is a powerhouse waiting to explode upon the first sign of an opinion that differs from her own - not because she thinks its her way or the highway, but because she genuinely likes making people think.

Needless to say, however, her seeming openness should not be taken at face value. Any real friend of hers will tell you: it is very rare when Naomi allows anyone to do for her and it is equally rare for her to actually stay in a relationship. It was never that she was too good for a relationship or people's help. She just hates needing people. It is something her grandmother instilled in her, something she learned upon witnessing her mother's own tragic lifestyle. She can do sex just fine. Oh, Naomi can do sex just fine. Ask her lovers, they'll tell you no lies. Regardless of how they ended, that was never the problem. But that fear of intimacy - of allowing someone to care for them and admitting to herself that she needs someone is a daunting process that Naomi has struggled to take part in. Regardless of what anyone will say about how Water signs are the most emotional beings in the zodiac, Naomi will deny it vehemently while kissing you until you forget that you weren't just there for her body - that you weren't just there to be her friend. Needing someone equals weakness and Naomi witnessed weakness first-hand and she never wants to be that way.



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Likes
❤Singing and rapping ❤Sex {Passionate, rough, slow, etc} ❤Video games ❤Sports {Basketball, mostly} ❤Caramel rice cakes ❤Sam Smith, Alicia Keys, Tinashe, Emelie Sande, John Legend, Melanie Fiona, & Ledisi ❤Nachos ❤The Zetas ❤Parties ❤Being kissed against a wall ❤Dancing {Hip hop, jazz, & ballet} ❤Ice Cream ❤Songwriting ❤Lazy Saturday mornings ❤Being a DJ ❤Tall guys with muscles ❤Her hair❤M&Ms ❤People who can make her laugh ❤Equality ❤Intelligent conversation ❤When she goes back to Barbados ❤The Sigmas ❤Cake-batter flavored anything ❤People she cares about playing in her hair ❤The beach ❤Spending time with her friends


Dislikes
✘Misogyny ✘Bigotry ✘Catcalls ✘Twizzlers ✘Inequality ✘Snobs and anyone who thinks that they are better than anyone else ✘When her hair decides to be stubborn ✘Horrible Jamaican spots ✘Anyone who underestimates her ✘Unrequited affections ✘Failure ✘Fulton University {At times} ✘Oranges ✘When a party gets shut down too early ✘Calls from her father ✘Idiots who call the station looking for a fight ✘People touching her hair without permission ✘Anyone messing with her friends ✘Beer ✘Country music



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Thoughts on Greek Life?
"Nana wasn't a big fan of the idea of Greek life and truthfully, if it hadn't been for the connections being in a sorority offered, she honestly would have irked me to the point of not wanting to join. I almost didn't if one of our alums hadn't sponsored me. The point is that at the end of the day, I love these girls. At least, MY girls. College shouldn't just be all seriousness, there's a time for that. At the moment, we should just be able to live and do us and not regret having not done anything later in life."
Naomi appreciates the sisterhood she has been afforded and the time that she's having. Granted, the rivalry between the sorors is pretty ridiculous to her and she'll talk to whoever she feels like talking to, but the idea of long-lasting friendships is what sustains her.


Future Plans?
"Actually, I'm considering moving to LA. My internship over the summer was with 107.9 and they want me back next summer, and possibly during Winter Break, so who knows what'll happen?"
The number one assumption is that Naomi wants to be the next big singer. It's a good dream and yeah, she has the capacity for it. She dances, sings, writes her own songs, and even is good with mixing beats. Why do you think that she's the number one DJ at a Zeta party? However, she is interested in intertwining the political education she has acquired with the media and her music, so she wants to start with being on the radio just as a personality.



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Build
5'5 & 120 lbs.| She is svelte with an hourglass figure.


Skin Tone
A smooth dark mocha


Hair Color
Jet-black


Eye Color
Forest Green| A muted, soft-medium green with brown flecks in the irises.


Distinguishing Marks
It was bad enough when Naomi was fourteen when she decided she wanted her nose piercing. Her grandmother had been pissed, but not as much as she had been when Naomi got her tattoo, which is on her left side. Other than the standard ear piercing, she hasn't decided on anything else.


Clothing Style
If there is one thing this Zeta Nu Delta member is known for other than her voice and insurmountable energy, it is her fashion sense. It is loud enough to make a statement, but classic enough to remind you that she is a nineties baby. Naomi grew up being nourished by the black culture and from that came an appreciation to hip hop, particularly the fashion style. While she isn't the richest student on campus, Naomi comes out of her sorority house stylish every day and she's not afraid to try out patterns. Her personal style consists of a tomboyish, hip hop influenced wardrobe that can be chic, edgy, but always comfortable. Naomi will tell you any day - she LOVES sneakers and she probably has an equal amount of both sneakers and heels, she does not discriminate. Her style can seem relaxed one day and then sexy yet stylish the next day. Such can be seen here, here, and here. Granted, she does go some days with much more girlier items because she does like them, but give her a choice and you'll see her in some cargo pants, Timberlands, and a basic crop top with a gold chain. Such eccentricity can be seen with her hair. Naturally curly and thick, the semi-tight coils are usually left to their own devices, thrown under a bandana or just left loose. However, depending on her mood, she would braid her hair, style it in some sexy updo, or - and only if the mood strikes her - she will straighten it. Either way, every outfit from Naomi usually is a treat and you're either admiring her devil-may-care attitude, or you're just hater.



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Face Claim
Leigh-Anne Pinnock


Singing Voice
Here


Dialogue Color
#E8ADAA


Roleplayer
Girl2Fine2 or Nellie


So begins...

Naomi Malone-Bell's Story

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The campus was alive with excitement, anxiety, nerves, and anticipation. A new school year had begun the second students began moving back onto campus, but now, it finally seemed to hit them. For some, it was their final year at the beloved Fulton University, one of the top universities in the country. For others, it was their first year. Either way, there was a sort of buzz all around campus, a tingle each and every student felt as they greeted this year of opportunities and adventure. And what better way to start it all off than with the one thing on everybody's mind - Rush Week. Granted, these would only be the preliminary rounds, but who knows what could happen on the very first day...






As the track slowly moved to its conclusion and after receiving a nod from one of her favorite radio partners, Naomi officially turned the dial for the sound down, speaking into her microphone clearly with her ever present and rich British lilt. "That was 2 On by Tinashe, the best song of Summer 2014. You heard it here at Fulton U Hot 103.4." Ronnie, or Ronald when he was in their political science class with Dr. Skarsgaard who truly did not care for pleasantries or students, much less, grinned at her making a face at him for pressing one of the controls, which caused a squelching sound appear just after she finished her sentence. He played too much sometimes and she had half the mind to reach over the table of controls that separated them just to swat him on the head, but opted against it. She had to go soon anyway. She rolled her eyes at him before continuing, "This is your girl Nomi, NomiIzMe, and I'm about to turn everything over to my co-host, RonnieB. Don't get forget to holla at your girl at the beautiful Zeta Nu Delta House stand at the 2014 Fulton University Activities Fair. Hope to see you all there." With a mock salute and her favorite mix of India Arie and a beat from DJ Mustard, Naomi spelled her own exit and turned everything over to Ronnie, nodding to him as she set down her headset before exiting the large recording area.

Once outside in the busy hallway, she hoisted her bag over her shoulder and made her way through the crowd, the gold of her Zeta Nu Delta custom-made bracelet catching a glint from the sun, which peeked in through the barely closed blinds of one of the hallway windows. Smirking to herself as she saw a few noticeable freshmen males whispering to themselves and glancing over at her, she twirled a few strands of hair with her pointer finger, shooting them a sultry grin accompanied by a wink before turning the corner. The move was harmless and judging by an exclamation followed by a quiet roar of excitement from where they had, it had the desired effect. She didn't mess around with freshmen guys and never would, but it definitely was fun toying with them. Not that she would ever lead them on or anything of that nature, but flirting was harmless. Besides, she wouldn't be a true Zeta if she didn't have a bit of a flirt in her. A more genuine smile flitted across her face at the thought of her girls and without hesitation, Naomi whipped out her phone to text them just as she pulled into one of the many bathrooms on the first floor to simply check on her image.

To: Zoey, Amelia, Sierra
Omw 2 the booth. 1 of u better b there

Naomi wasn't particularly worried about any of the girls showing up late, she decided, as the text was sent. She had already specified that one of the other sophomores would set up with some of the baked goods Naomi had made the night before. She slid her phone into her back pocket before primping her hair. She had chosen one of her more fun outfits for the day. It was eye-catching enough to remind everyone that she was a fashionable woman, but simple enough to not do too much in. Naomi could be a lot of things, but she wasn't that much of a show-off. Besides, that tomboyish edge was her thing and she always had to make sure it was on point. After reapplying the natural-looking shade of pink lip gloss on her lips and that her hair was still on point, she gave herself one more appraisal before leaving the bathroom and heading out to one of the larger grassy areas of Fulton University, where the Activities Fair was to take place. Every year, the location changed and she actually preferred the area they chose for this year. It was spacious and open, and left room for some of the campus' more physically active organizations to show off. It was like a tame Zeta/Sigma party, except without the booze and heavy grinding. Just a paid DJ and everyone weaning out their favorites.

Once outside, it didn't take her long to get to her booth, which was closer to the Sigma table. She frowned a bit when she didn't see Miles yet and decided to find her favorite Sigma, setting her bag down beside her chosen chair and taking a seat. Folding one smooth leg over the other, she grinned at the Zeta who had watched the table in her absence before pulling out her phone to text Miles and her other best friend.

To: Miles
Slacking on your pres duties?

To: Sam
U better not b sleep

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Zoey had hoped that this year, she would adapt some better habits. While Sam had brazenly suggested she limit how much she drank, she had decided that waking up at a normal hour would be a more attainable goal. Only a few days had passed since she moved back to the Zeta house however, and that goal seemed to fly out the window. She was running late this morning, like usual, and while she rarely stressed about showing up late to a class, today she was frantically trying to get ready for the Activities Fair that had probably already begun.

Sam had promised her last night that he'd come over this morning to wake her up early, so she had put off straightening her hair and ironing the sundress she wanted to wear. Now, as she glanced at the clock, she was certainly regretting it. Her hair was a mess of knotted brunette waves, her closet filled with wrinkled clothes that had been only pulled out of her suitcases a few days ago, and to make matters worse, her phone was nowhere to be found. Even if she wanted to text Sam to yell at him, she couldn't.

"Would someone call my phone?! It literally disappeared!" she shouted as she poked her head out of her bedroom door. Misplacing things was Zoey's specialty but since she hadn't been drinking last night, she was even more annoyed with herself for losing it. Luckily, just as she finished her request for help from the Zetas, she heard her phone beep. She darted towards the source of the sound and after a bit of rummaging, managed to pull it out from underneath her mattress.

After retracting her earlier statement to the other girls in the house, she tossed the phone onto her bed without reading the text she had gotten. She assumed it was Sam, and decided that she would complain to him later, but for now, she had to make herself look half-decent and get out the door. After one last look through her closet, she shimmed out of Sam's sweatpants and the tanktop she had been sleeping in and replaced it with a casual, definitely last-minute, outfit: tiny white jean shorts, a long-sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of sandals. She did her best to brush out her dark tresses but didn't have enough time to do anything with the loose waves besides brushing them out. She wasn't thrilled with the look but decided to leave anyway. After a countless number of early morning classes, she knew how to rock the "just rolled out of bed" look by now.

She didn't pass any of the other Zetas as she hurried out of the house, but did stop to chat with some familiar faces on her way to the fair. Zoey definitely had more friends than enemies, and her social nature made it almost impossible for her to skip a friendly conversation, even if she knew that she needed to be somewhere else. The normally ten minute walk probably took her around thirty, but luckily, when she arrived, the Zeta booth was occupied by Naomi and at least one or two sophomore girls.

"Blame Sam for making me late," she announced upon arrival. The bitter remark was met with a playful tone and smile, however, as she took a seat next to her best friend. A grin instantly appeared on her face when she spotted the plate of baked goods, but she resisted grabbing one of the delicious-looking brownies on the tray. "That's what smelled so good when I came in last night," she reasoned out loud. She knew that the house had smelled exceptionally sweet when she had come in from helping Sam unpack and organize his room the prior evening. Although Naomi's cooking was always on spot, she would give the freshman a chance to sample the goods before she devoured them. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" she questioned as she glanced at her phone for the first time all morning. She was only then seeing Naomi's text, but obviously didn't need to respond now. However, she did have someone else she needed to text.

To: Sam
Thx for waking me up on time!!!!!!! Best bf ever!!!

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The Beta members were filing out of the fraternity house like a moving crew. Instead of carrying their luggage into the house, as they had done days earlier, today they were hauling out their Activities Fair equipment. Along with the expected items with information on the fraternity, the boys were carrying grills and coolers filled with steaks, burgers and hot dogs. The Beta Gamma Omega name spoke for itself, but the extra incentive of some good food couldn't hurt their prospective of nabbing the most promising freshman guys. Besides, anyone who knew Jack knew that he'd never pass up an opportunity for some good barbecuing.

Jack stood outside the front door of the Beta house, clipboard in hand, as he made sure everything was in order for the event. The clipboard was more for the show than it was for any real organizational reason, but he did check off every section of his "needed supplies" list as he watched them being carried out by Betas. "Phillips, there better not be any alcoholic shit in that cooler," he commented as one of the sophomores stepped past him. The slight frown and sudden about-face made Jack shake his head. "Let's keep it classy today, men. We're looking to attract Beta material - not the trash we leave for the Sigmas." He gave a mock salute to a few more passing guys who were lugging out tables and grills, and then glanced down at his list. Everything seemed to be taken care of. Today was guaranteed to be a success.

"Disney, make sure those get set up next to the Zetas. We don't want the smoke blowing on our Alpha ladies," he said with a smirk as Antonio and a couple of others began to carry out some of the grills. He hadn't seen Naomi yet this week and what better way to welcome her back than by reminding her that his fraternity topped her sorority any day? Of course, he also expected, and admittedly enjoyed getting a reaction from her. Their public relationship wasn't nearly as intimate as it was in the bedroom, but it was almost equally as passionate. Just in a different, less-than-friendly way.

Jack grabbed a water bottle from a passing box and emptied it in a matter of seconds. "Don't let any of these rookies burn that before I get down there, Atkins," Jack said light-heartedly as Bennett moved by with a cooler filled with meat. Just as he had with Antonio, Jack saw a lot of his own qualities in Bennett and had developed a stronger bond with him than some of the other younger Betas. As President, he knew that he had to essentially be a "Big Brother" to all of the younger guys, but some of them were easier to connect with than others. "And you make sure Elysia knows that's top-of-the-line organic steak too. Mom and Pop Reynolds don't skimp when it comes to funding Beta events."

When the last of the Betas had exited the house, Jack followed the group towards the center of campus where the event was being set up. He was pleased with how everything was looking. As he hoped and expected, the Betas were going to dominate the fraternity scene. It wasn't like there could be much competition anyway. The Kappas were just as exciting as watching paint dry and while Jack had respect for Miles, the Sigmas weren't even comparable to the Betas. Sorority wise, Jack planned on heading to the Alpha stand, but first, he needed to make sure that he could get a rise out of the Zetas.

"Looks good, guys," he commented as he toured the area that the Betas had set up their booth and grills in. As directed, it was stationed nearly on top of the Zetas. With a satisfied smile, he stepped towards the stand that Naomi, Zoey and one or two of the other Zetas sat behind. "For someone who's supposed to be a decent cook, I'm disappointed to see that this is all you could come up with, Malone," he said, shaking his head as he helped himself to a cookie from their table. There was no question that Naomi could cook, and Jack knew it first hand. Although their relationship was usually only sexual, they did occasionally hang out on the down low. Some time last year, there had been a larger-than-normal Sigma party that left the Beta house empty for a few hours. The two definitely spent some time in the bedroom but was probably even more memorable was the food she had whipped up after. He was still convinced that he was more savvy in the kitchen, but the night certainly solidified the attraction he sometimes hated having for her.

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“Ate Wankantanka, Mitawa ki, wazi ya tanhan, ka te na Wa ska ki u ya ye ki, Hena un taku ya kage ki, ya glu ska kta, he ca nu. He iye cel, Wakantanka, Anpetu ki le, Micante Ki Mi ci yu ska ye, He cel tohanl, nitokab woyasu ki el, wahinajin ki, ima ya cu kta.” Elysia's voice was filled with serenity as she held her tree pose, facing the slowly rising sun that was nearly at its peak in the blue sky above. Her eyes were closed and her head was canted to one side as she prayed, feeling the familiar presence of peace ebbing through her veins as she completed her morning ritual. She dropped her leg so that she stood firmly on both feet, bowing to the golden orb that peeked over the trees as if in worship.

“Ate Wakantanka, Wiyohiyanpatan, wi hin nape, ki, He ciya tanhan Wiconi oyasin, hin na pe ki, Wiconi mitawa ki el, anpetu wanji a ke mi qu, Heon wo pi la eci ci ye, micante ki eciya tanhan.” She finished her prayer and exhaled slowly before rolling up her yoga mat and dashing indoors, closing the balcony door behind her. Checking the clock, she saw that it was precisely eight-thirty, giving her enough time to grab breakfast while the sophomores set up Alpha Theta Pi's booth.

She was in and out of the shower in a flash, leaving her bathroom [and her body] smelling of pomegranate. She went through all necessary hygiene procedures that included moisturizing, brushing her hair, and assuring that her tattoos weren't fading. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her shelf and noticed that a bottle of her hair conditioning was missing [again] and knew that it was probably Natalie... Again. Angry, the cogs within her mind were sent to work as she thought how to deal with the issue. Public humiliation was always a good way to send a message.

It wouldn't be the first time that Elysia had done so to one of the Alpha girls. However, she was far angrier than that. Had it been a first offense, she wouldn't really worry too much, but it wasn't the case. She'd received a number of complaints about the Junior last year for borrowing things from other girls and forgetting to return them. She would even sometimes just straight up take things without asking. Like now. With Elysia's conditioner. Elysia could obviously afford to simply order more of the expensive organic and natural product, but it was the waiting and the principal. She wasn't going to order another bottle and wait two weeks for it to be shipped from Athens and she would make it known that theft wasn't condoned in the sorority.

Sighing in an agitated way, she found that her day had been fouled before it had truly begun. She still had the chance to make the best of it, slipping into one of her many, many, many formal Alpha outfits before fixing her hair in a fashion that was both simple and elegant, soon after applying a light layer of makeup that didn't scream Look at me!, but rather...enticed, as she would say. The vain young woman was pleased with her appearance, admiring her reflection for a bit before deciding that she really needed to get a move on.

She grabbed her favorite green clutch and headed into the hallway. Unlike the other girls, she didn't have to share her room with anyone. It was one of her favorite perks of being President -- She hated sharing a room during her freshman and sophomore years simply because she never got to share a room with a girl that she liked. It wasn't a secret that their former president, Mariah Monroe, didn't get along. The racist little bimbo had been far more than pissed when Elysia was voted in as their President.

Smiling, she only wished that she had more time. While she didn't like everyone in the sorority, she always had their best interest at heart. She gave gentle smiles and paused every now and then to help one of her sisters zip up or apply eyeliner. It was mostly just juniors still hanging around and getting ready; She had the sophomores up and out the door at six o'clock to get everything ready. Of course, she had sent a few seniors and juniors with them to make sure that they didn't mess anything up. They had all been awake since five in the morning.

It wasn't that they had procrastinated; They had their boards and pamphlets ready to go last week. But they had spent most of the morning picking out outfits, giving each other manicures and pedicures, and rehearsing what to say to rushers as well as cooking. She knew that Beta Gamma Omega, their brother house, had meat on the menu. She also knew that Zeta Nu Delta, their "rival" house, had baked goodies on the menu. Elysia planned to one-up everyone and had brought her girls together to bake their famous three tier Alpha Theta Pi chocolate-red velvet-vanilla cake, embellished with stripes and polka dots and flowers. She saw that some of the girls were downstairs now, going the extra mile and making cake pops to take out to the booth along with something truly drool-worthy.

“Amodini! Are those your homemade pita chips and cranberry apple pecan feta dip?!” She gave an excited squeal and clapped rapidly as the Indian young woman turned and smiled with flour all over her face. “Yes, ma'am!” Elysia congratulated her on her exceptional work with their sweets, surprised and delighted to find out that Amodini had added vegetable and dip trays to the menu. Amodini was one of her favorites, though it might have something to do with the fact that she was two years older than her and more mature than most of the other girls. She flaunted it sometimes, teasing Naomi. Elysia could certainly put her foot into her food when she wanted to, having spent many a time having cook-offs with Jack when they were kids, but she enjoyed not having to cook. She admired everything and grabbed one of the breakfast burritos that had been served, quickly munching it down as fast as she could without messing up her lipstick or getting anything on her clothes.

She grabbed a bottle of soy milk on her way out with the other girls, heading to the designated for their booth. It wasn't that too far away and she was ecstatic to see everything put together. The Alphas always went over the top when setting up their booths because they aimed to attract a particular crowd. They all dressed formally, flaunting expensive mani-pedis, wrinkle free clothes, and matching colors. They all sported the signature colors of Alpha, emerald, pearl, and rose, so it was easy enough to tell them apart from the other sororities. It wasn't something that they had practiced before, but Elysia had assured them that it showed a sense of unity and precision. It also prevented some of the girls from showing up in less than impressive outfits. She had hired – okay, she didn't hire them so much as she simply told them – a few random guys from around the campus to help the girls carry everything to their table, which was set up right across from the Zetas.

“Lay he hun nee key lee la washtay!” She called out to her girls in her familiar Lakota greeting that most of them knew by now, her accent coming to the surface as she waved. She could see Betas on the horizon, heading for their booth set up on the other side of the Sigma booth. A smirk crossed her features for no particular reason but was quickly replaced by a soft and welcoming smile as she mentally prepared herself for meeting the new prospects. She gave Naomi a soft nod of acknowledgment as she passed before taking her own seat, sitting with her knees tilted to one side and her hands folded politely upon her lap.

“Put your best smiles on, ladies!” Her brown eyes -- for once, she wasn't wearing colored contacts -- scanned the area and she spotted Zoey Brady, lifting her chin in thought. She hadn't seen Grace all morning and she was sure that the alcoholic would know where she was. Not that Elysia was going to ask. She sighed and wondered if Emerson would be around soon, turning her head and smiling at the guys as they finished setting down the Alpha's massive cake, thanking them softly with a sultry smile and a gentle hand over theirs before she sent them off. She glanced at Naomi, a triumphant smirk on the competitive female's face. Her eyes moved to see Jack and his Betas nearby, a soft smile on her face. She didn't move to greet them just yet, pulling out her phone and texting with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

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It didn't take long for Zoey to show up and when she did, Naomi could definitely tell the girl was not ready for the day. Luckily, this was only for a few hours and there would be a jamboree later for Zoey to actually be prepared for. Naomi found herself laughing at the expression on Zoey's face as she explained why she was running late and nodded understandingly. "I don't know why you even asked Sam, he's just as bad as you are with time. You should have just called me," she told her best friend. It was always great knowing that her best friends were together and she could just hang out with them. However, a smirk flitted across her face and she said, in a lower register so that the other Zetas couldn't hear, "Besides, I'm pretty sure he'll be more than willing to make it up to you later." She winked for good measure, waving at a few Thetas she had remembered from her freshman year as they set up their stand. It took a moment for her attention to return to her best friend, Naomi's mind preoccupied with looking for someone she shouldn't even be worried about. However, a moment later, she glanced back at Zoey, "You'll see."

Naomi felt pretty satisfied with what the Zeta Nu Deltas had provided. In their signature royal blue and gold colors, their booth was big enough to bring attention to them, but not showy. They were a lot of things: wild, reckless, flirtatious, seductive, and impulsive. But on a real level, the Zetas weren't the show-offs of Fulton University. They didn't need to be, partly because showing off suggested an ego neither the Zetas or Sigmas would show off just to gain attraction. They did that any day of the week. It was also partly due to the fact that there were other organizations whose livelihood was showing off because that was all they were ever good for. Speaking of, she saw the Alpha and Beta booths being set up and to roll her eyes at the massive size, particularly eyeing the Betas since they were standing so close to the Zetas. Before she could even question where he was, Jack was there and in Zeta territory.

"Well, if it isn't the King of Douchebaggery," she said, loud enough so that he could hear but also mostly to her girls as if the Beta wasn't even standing before their table. Seconds later, he was making commentary on her food and Naomi smirked to herself before allowing her gaze to meet his eyes, unflinching and poignantly unaffected. "Well, your Royal Assholeness, if I knew I were baking to impress your very refined tastes, I would have simply put frosting on cardboard." After close to three years of going back and forth with Jack, Naomi's retorts bordered on nonchalant and unbothered sarcasm, only rising to aggravated rage once he pushed her. Which Jack seemed to love doing for reasons Naomi didn't want to even attempt to delve into. For now, however, she was more than willing to dish out sub-par ammo. After all, Jack seemed to always expect a fiery retort from her, which was hilarious because after all this time, he should know her better. She wasn't going to stoop to his level - not yet anyway.

Still with a smirk on her face, Naomi allowed herself to cast a weary glance over at the Betas before a flash of blonde caught her attention across the field. Elysia and some of the other Alphas had finally arrived and before their 'competition' could begin, Elysia had given Naomi a brief show of cordial acknowledgement. A small smile made the corners of her mouth twitch slightly, but she didn't allow her gaze to stay on the Alpha president for too long. Jack was still there and Naomi wanted him gone. There was only so long she could pretend like she wasn't affected by his closeness. Slowly, Naomi stood and walked around so that she was in front of the Zeta booth, standing directly in front of Jack to assure that he maintained a distance from the safe space of her girls. She almost had to give herself a minute since besides the various food odors outside, she could practically taste Jack's body wash with this proximity. Focus, her mind had to shout. One more glance at the massive display the Betas called a booth and she said, "I am actually impressed, Reynolds. A booth big enough to house your ego..." She gave him a slow once-over, eyes raking over the athletic form before meeting his gaze again. "Now, if you don't mind, we'd like you to move. Too much douchebag in one location might ward off potential members. We don't need that kind of stench in our territory." Once that was said, she glanced back over at the Alphas, the perfect picture of suburban housewives as they preened in their pink and green. Elysia seemed rather pleased with her display and while Naomi had to say that she was impressed, the Alpha president didn't really think all Naomi had done last night was bake, right? If you're going to send spies, the least you could do is be prepared for retaliation, she had said last night as she finished with her last pan of brownies and had begun to work on a completely different project.

Just as the thought struck her mind, her favorite people had decided to make their appearance. "Hello, my loves! Bring them over here!" Naomi had been correct earlier. Zetas and Sigmas didn't necessarily need to show off. It didn't mean that they didn't, per say. Besides, whenever Elysia or even Jack was involved, Naomi's competitive side like to rear its ugly head and well, the result was perfection. A few of her Sigma brothers came in with coolers for the sodas the brother/sister houses had already bought and then another set were carrying trays of mini sliders, which had just come out the oven. She had gotten a few of the Zetas to watch the food while she was at the station since she had promised she would be at work earlier. She ushered them over, eyes raking over the spinach artichoke dip with homemade chips, the loaded baked potato skins, the cheesecake Naomi had let set in the fridge last night which was decorated in the Zeta colors with their Greek letters on top. That would go in one of the emptier coolers with just ice until they felt it necessary for it to come out. After taking one of the pecan bites for herself, Naomi smiled wickedly at the minor-friendly Jell-O-shots whose contents were the Zeta colors and had to glance back over her shoulder at the Alphas, particularly at Elysia whom she flashed a very sweet smile. This is war. And she was more than pleased that her sponsor and big Zeta sister was willing to help out.

Once checking what they had so far and the guys going over to finish up setting up for the Sigmas, Naomi pranced back around the table to sit beside her bestie, grinning at Zoey. "I might have gone overboard this year." She said, her grin only widening.

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Jack smirked as Naomi fired back a few insults of her own. He tried to pinpoint what it was about her that turned him on. Could it have been the accent? The attitude, maybe? He did appreciate anyone with confidence. However, it wasn't like Elysia turned him on this way, or even Grace. Something had to be different about this girl to have such an impact on him and it was getting to a point where he needed to figure out what his feelings for her really were, and where they came from. "You're telling me that isn't what this is?" he questioned, returning to reality as he tossed the bitten cookie back onto the plate as she referenced icing covered cardboard.

He straightened up as she stepped around the table and in front of him, and he didn't do a good job at hiding his look-over of her as well. It was brazen, but as far as his Beta brothers knew, Jack was just over here to remind Naomi of her place and stir the pot a bit. That was all they needed to know, too. At her request for him to move, he put his hands up in a surrendering motion and took a few steps back towards the Betas. "Alright, alright. But hey, if you ladies want any Beta meat, just shout my name," he smirked. He was going to leave them with the innuendo, but couldn't help himself but to add in one more comment. "Or better yet, scream it. Zoey, you'll show 'em how to do it, right?" He hadn't acknowledged his fellow senior before, but gave her a cheeky grin and wink before making his exit.

The Activities Fair welcomed organizations from all across campus but judging by the stands set up, it might as well have just been a Greek fair. None of the other booths were comparable to the over-done displays that the fraternities and sororities sat behind. Not like Jack was complaining though, because between the Betas superb grilling skills and the picture-perfect look the Alphas had going on, the brother-sister houses were destined to dominate again this year. Any rusher that they wanted would be theirs by the end of the week. That was something that he was sure of, and something he knew Elysia was sure of too. He spotted the blonde seated in front of the Alpha table looking nothing short as perfect as she instructed her girls to complete the finishing touches to their area.

What surprised him wasn't the massive cake set beside her, or the matching outfits the girls wore. He was more shocked to see that neither Grace nor Emerson were seated at the table yet too. Emerson's absensce was peculiar for the obvious reason of her being a senior Alpha and more so, Elysia's current girlfriend. Grace could very well have been still at the house finishing some task Elysia had set for her. It wouldn't have been too surprising, considering that the president tended to be harsh on the junior, but he would have expected Elysia to want the whole gang to be there by the time the fair started. If nothing else, Grace was unarguably a good representation of the Alphas aesthetically speaking.

He knew that he should properly greet Elysia but decided to wait a while. Even if she looked calm and collected, the perfectionist inside of her was probably stressing about making sure that everything was on-point, and he didn't want to get in the way. Plus, he kind of wanted to wait for Grace to show up. Maybe he'd get lucky and would start the year off with her with the same connection he felt for Naomi. That would make things a lot easier, to say the least.

"Dan, how's the food looking?" he called out to the junior Beta who he hoped was monitoring the younger guys manning the grills. As he waited for a response, he took a seat in front of the Beta table and examined a stack of pamphlets that one of the guys had set down on the end of it. He had to admit, they looked pretty good. It outlined all of the recognition that the Betas had received for their service work, the many notable Beta alumni who had gone on to become majorly successful, and many of the other boast-worthy points of being a Beta.

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Antonio was not an early riser. In fact, he preferred to sleep in, basking in the comfort of his blanket. However, it wasn't even ten before the sound of fists beating on doors, feet running up and down stairs, and a flurry of swears filled the halls of the Beta Gamma Omega fraternity house. Antonio sighed and dragged himself out of bed before his roommate had, reaching the shower first. Always the polite one, he didn't spend any more than twenty minutes with his bathing. He didn't even bother styling his hair that much, just running his fingers through it and using some gel to keep the spikes in place. He had shaved the night before so he wouldn't have to worry about it today, exiting the shared bathroom quickly for his roommate.

“S'all you, man!” He gave the other sophomore a pat on the back and waited until the door had been closed before he dropped his towel and began to work his way into his clothes. He was normally seen around campus looking dressy, a fan of button downs, vests, and a good pair of non pleated dress pants. However, he stuck with a pair of straight fit jeans, a blank tank top, and a black and red plaid button down over that. Just because he was looking to recruit dudes today didn't mean that he couldn't talk to some ladies. He slipped his beanie onto his head, letting some of his spikes peek out from under the front, and sprayed some of his favorite Antonio Banderas brand of cologne on before heading out.

He was downstairs and in the kitchen in an instant, needing only his phone, snatching a muffin out of Jason Phillips' hand and quickly dodged a punch aimed for his ribs. “Oh! Gotta be faster than that!” His Hispanic accent was thick as he laughed his way to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of coconut milk, gulping it down as though it were the elixir of everlasting life. Everyone in his fraternity knew that he had a serious problem, never going any longer than an hour without having at least a sip of the stuff. He couldn't help it though; His mother was always introducing him to new foods and coconut milk had been his favorite drink since he was five years old.

He finished his drink quickly before putting himself to work helping the others get ready to put together their booth. He was excited for his first Rush Week as an actual member rather than a pledge.

He was tasked by Jack to help carry out the grills and make sure that they were set up near the Zetas. He smirked and gave a light nod. “You got it, jefe!” He turned towards the others and motioned for them to follow him as they began filing out. “You heard the man! Let's go see how long it takes Naomi to pop a vein.” He laughed with his fellow brothers as they continued on, spotting their site eventually. Just as Jack had asked, he guided the grill-bearers right next to the Zeta booth. He glanced over to see a number of Alpha girls fixing their hair and setting up their goods. As he was not one of the guys tasked to barbecuing, he gave Jack a wave while his President bickered with Naomi, taking himself over to the Alpha booth. He basked in the immediate smiles and waves but took to standing in front of Elysia. “You said you had something for me...?”

He had gotten a text on the way there, Elysia telling him to come and see her. He watched curiously as she reached under the Alpha's table and pulled out a gift box wrapped in their colors. His brow shot up as he took it, quite gingerly, and inspected it. “Calm down, Disney. It's not a prank. Just open it,” she huffed. Antonio gave her a long stare before opening it, balking at what was within. “Is this the new Canon?!” It was a rhetorical question, as he knew that it was. “These aren't supposed to hit the shelves until next year! How did you...?” He gave her an incredulous look as he dropped the box but held onto the camera. Elysia was clearly irritated by him simply dropping the box, shown in her eyes rolling as she picked it back up and put it back under the table. “My uncle got it from his photographer who has it because... He's Marc Jasal. ”

Okay. That sort of explained things. “Okay... So, why give it to me?”

Elysia gave a light smirk and nodded towards Naomi, her voice lifting in an obvious move so that the Zeta President would hear her. “Because I want the pictures to look absolutely perfect while you document Naomi's disappointment as we – again – rock the Rush Week.” Antonio gave a laugh at this, with Elysia not at her, and gave a nod. “Alright, I can do that.” He checked to make sure that an SD card was already in place and Elysia tapped his shoulder as he stood.

“Also, don't forget to get shots of us,” she said as she motioned to her and the other lovely ladies behind her. Antonio gave a nod of affirmation before taking a few steps back. “Alright, let's break it in! Get together, ladies! Big smiles!” He waited until the had all gathered, forming two lines on either side of their booth, all of them striking comically outrageous poses. Once he'd taken the picture, they all dissolved into laughter. “We'll catch a serious photo later, when every Alpha is here. But... For now.”

Antonio watched as Elysia motioned for two more tables to be brought in and he couldn't help but to balk some. When Elysia and Naomi competed, they really competed.

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“Shit. Fuck!” Usually the first words that come out of Miles’ mouth on a daily basis soon after waking up, but in this case it was because the day had barely started and already Miles was already behind. The activities fair is going on today and Miles was falling behind schedule. It didn’t help that he slept in until 11 this morning and the fair was around noon. Miles ran around his room frantically pulling at drawers and going through his desk trying to find flyers that he needed to the events of the weekend and the details of what it means to be a Sigma. His mind was running but nothing he actually needed to be thinking about was rushing through. Miles took a second to stop and take a deep breath. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to see a text from Naomi.

From: Naomi
Slacking on your press duties?
Miles smiled at the text from his best friend and quickly started typing back.


To: Naomi
You know me. Always ahead of the game.


The mornings were always rough on Miles. He always had difficulties getting to sleep and once he was asleep, he always had trouble staying asleep. His mind wasn’t entirely with him at the moment and it probably wasn’t helping that he had about 3 hours of sleep and no food in his system. Miles looked around his room for his backpack, seeing it in the corner by his bed; he walked over to grab it. Unzipping the zipper, Miles discovered the flyers inside. ”You’ve got to be fucking kidding. Ugh.” Miles groaned as he grabbed his keys and started heading out the door for the courtyard.


To: Kyle
Are you at the booth?

Although sometimes, Miles’ head would get away from him, he always seemed to have his right hand man by him who seemed to be on top of his game more often than not. Miles admired the fact that he had a friend like Kyle around because if it weren’t for him, Miles probably wouldn’t be able to get done half of the things he does. Even though Miles would hate to admit that, it’s the honest truth.

With a hop in his step, Miles headed for the courtyard so he could attend to his own booth. He hated running late and that’s partially why Miles would only take afternoon classes or night classes. He figured it was much easier for him to get to class on time he was already awake for the day. Shortly after, Miles could see the line of booths out in the courtyard, and from there he could see Naomi at her booth, which was stationed right next to Sigma’s booth. He smiled as he got closer to her and could make out facial expressions. ”Want to kill me now or would you like to wait for after the fair?” Miles joked as he walked up to Naomi’s booth – at this point completely disregarding his own.



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There was always some sort of rivalry going on between the houses and while some of it was harmless and all in good fun, some of it was just always a little over the top. However, Bennett knew that regardless of whether the rivalry was just too much, he knew which house was the best house and he refused to believe that there was anything better than being a Beta. “Let’s keep it classy today, men. We’re looking to attract Beta material – not the trash we leave for the Sigmas.” He could hear Jack and his witty comments and Bennett smirked to himself. Bennett was leaned up against the counter in the kitchen while Jack pep talked the boys. He stood straight up against the counter as they all got ready to move from the Beta house to the courtyard.

Bennett often looked up to Jack – even though most people thought he was an asshole, Bennett saw Jack as the type of guy he wanted to be. The guy always knew how to talk to people and how to get what he wanted, what kind of person wouldn’t want to be like that? As Bennett walked by the coolers, he could hear Jack talking to him. “Sure thing, Jack. I’ll keep an eye out.” Bennett propped the doors open for the boys and waited to move past them after they all walked out.

This was only Bennett’s second year as a Beta but he couldn’t have been more proud to be one. He fought hard through his own rush week to get to where he is now and he was excited to be part of the experience of being on the team when it came to the new members.
Having to stand out in the courtyard for a few hours today was going to be a pain in the ass and though Bennett was looking forward to the experience, he wasn’t very excited about having to be on his feet all day. He figured maybe he’d be able to slip away at some point to rest. With that thought, Bennett slipped his phone out of his pocket and went through his contacts. He went straight for the P’s and picked one.

To: Paige
Hey you. You gonna be in the courtyard at any point today? I figured we could chill

With the hit of the send button, Bennett slipped his phone back in his pocket to await a reply. If he was going to have to be on duty all day, he figured it’d be a good idea to try to have a little fun with it.

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Character Portrait: Elysia Hanta Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Antonio Juarez Character Portrait: Emerson Kim Character Portrait: Emery Ravens Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds
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Elysia showed no signs of being impressed as Naomi's table filled with more food than just baked goods, her brow lifting as if to say Is that all you've got? She had a brief interaction with Antonio, posing in a silly manner before turning to see that more tables had arrived. The Alpha girls moved quick, showing that one could be graceful and swift in heels of all kinds, and began to set them up as well. Plates of silver were set down with glass covers, an array of food underneath. Elysia grabbed her clipboard and pen, walking slowly as she began to check everything off.

After she checked everything from the list and thanked the boys she had enlisted for help before signing for the sushi she ordered. Her gaze fell to Naomi again and she gave a polite smile. ”Yaye tanka nains yaye tiyatakiya, Naomi.” Again, she spoke in one of her Native tongues, shrugging a bit. “Go big or go home. You didn't really think this was all we brought, did you?” She motioned to the first table that had been placed with the large cake, cake pop assortment, and the vegetable tray. This was her last year at Fulton and she was definitely going to go out with a bang in true-blue Elysia Hanta style.

She observed the tables around her and gave an appreciative nod at the variety that was sure to fill up anyone who stopped by. The Betas had their barbecues going, though she wasn't going to eat anything that Jack didn't cook. She knew already that the meat was organic because she told Jack last week that she was going to stop by their booth for some food since Alphas weren't bringing meat that wasn't on a small sandwich. The Zetas, in true Zeta fashion, had food that was showed that they were the house of parties, having things that looked like appetizers from TGI Fridays along with some baked goods and a really delicious looking cheesecake.

Alphas, however, had set up their tables so that it looked more like they were hosting one of their soirees and were expecting to feed a mob all on their own, boasting a huge natural and organic selection. Elysia planned on divvying up the leftovers to take back to the Alpha house and using the other half to take down to the Curly's House of Style -- She had called the soup kitchen yesterday and promised to bring them a decent amount of leftovers, planning to take some from the Betas as well. She wasn't a total selfish bitch. She had some compassion buried beneath her shallow surface and she enjoyed her community service.

She looked over her own table again before biting the inside of her cheeks and setting down her clipboard. Everything looked really delicious and she was dying to have a bite. She did her best to limit her sweets, having struggled with her eating habits as a child; Her mother often pushed her too hard and drove young Elysia into chowing down on comfort foods. Isi once pulled a "Miss Trunchbull" and forced Elysia to eat an entire chocolate cake that made her so sick that she couldn't even look at sweets for two years without thinking about it and vomiting. Those were secrets that she had only ever told Jack, Karma, and Emery. She had found it strange that she'd told Emery more than a few secrets about her childhood. It wasn't that she didn't think of him as close, because she did consider him a close friend, though she'd been distant the past few months. But she just thought it was weird to think back to how she'd lay back and talk about her life with him after sex.

Discarding such terribly distracting thoughts, she reached out and plucked up one of the tiny brownies, all but losing herself in the taste of the cream cheese icing that was swirled on top. She closed her eyes and sighed happily before turning around and coming face to face with Emery. The shock caused her to gasp, inhaling not fully chewed bits of brownie. She choked a bit before grabbing a lemonade, downing it in a single gulp. She gasped for air, flushing with embarrassment. Her face was now pink enough to nearly match her jacket. “Don't sneak up on me like that!” She didn't mean to yell at him and shame immediately took the place of embarrassment. “Sorry, Em.” She gave an apologetic smile before motioning to the three tables.

“Well, we've got our signature Alpha cake, cake pops, Amodini's pita chips, cranberry apple pecan feta dip, seasonal fruit tray, shrimp tray, cocktail sauce, garlic knots, marinara sauce, cheese platter, chocolatines, dipped strawberries, mini eclairs, sushi assortment, tea cookies, sweet tea, lemonade, sandwich samplers, assorted cookies – some of them are dipped in white and dark chocolate and drizzled, and cream cheese icing topped brownies. Pick your poison.” She did her best to remain nonchalant in his presence, but she couldn't stop herself from speaking rapidly and fiddling with her earrings, a clear sign of Elysia anxiety. She was never this nervous around Emery, or anyone. Since freshman year and up until the past few months, the only tension there was between them was of the sexual sort. There were times when she didn't know what to say to him or how to act, but it had never been this bad. She felt like she didn't know how to interact with him now. How did one casually hang out with someone they used to sleep with on a near daily basis? Especially when that someone was friends with your girlfriend who didn't know about the aforementioned activities.

She must look strange, behaving so. As far as the other Alphas knew, she was just pissed off because Natalie's fingers had gotten sticky again. She was sure Emery knew differently. She moved a bit closer, angling her body towards him and away from others as she lowered her voice and made eye contact. She tried not to get lost in his scent, grinding her teeth for a moment as she composed herself, her knuckles now cracking. “I'm sorry about... Being distant. This isn't really a situation I know how to handle. It's not like there's a handbook...” For once in her life, there was a pleading for forgiveness, genuine pleading, in her tone and her eyes. She'd known Emery longer than she'd known Emerson, even if only by a week or two, and she didn't want him to be mad at her. Even if she knew he had every right to be. Nor did she fancy having him think that she was just using him for sex. Because it was about as far from the truth as it got.

“We could hang out later... If you want.” She knew now might not be the best time or place for begging for forgiveness, though she'd never admit that she was begging. She wasn't that humble. However, she really did want to hang out with him later and make an attempt at acting normal around him. And not normal as in... Well, not their normal, post Elyson ship normal. But normal... Normal, as in "just friends" normal. No matter how much she was thinking about dragging him to a car right now. She chastised herself for the thoughts and scrunched up her nose in frustration. Avoiding him had been a bit easier, but she didn't plan on taking the easy way and losing him as a friend. She didn't know why it meant so much to her. Or maybe she did and she wouldn't admit it. Either way, she had to clear things up now so she'd know whether or not it was safe to hang around him at the jamboree.

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"Poppy. Pops... Poppy! The Southern girl jumped up from the island in the kitchen as she looked around for who had woken her up. And there she saw a junior Theta named Giselle who was also kind of her best friend. "Wha-- What? What time is it?! Did we miss the fair--.." Poppy asked as she got up from the stool and looked up at her friend who just shook her head. "Nope, you're good. You just need to get all this stuff to the table, pep-talk the girls, and get your cute little butt down there." Giselle said as she nudged her friend with her hip playfully. Poppy just giggled as one by one the girls started to shuffle down stairs. She cleared her throat as she turned towards them. "Alright, guys this is it. The first impression that we'll make on the rushers. We have to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. Just be yourselves, have fun, and make sure you make Theta Chi proud." She told them as she handed two baskets filled with little baked goods with little Theta Chi stickers on them to her 'second-in-command', Gigi who just stood behind her making sure everyone was paying attention to the new President. "Other than that, I'm gonna go head down to the booth. So, just get all gussied up and I'll see ya'll down there in... An hour or so?" She turned back to Giselle. "Think that's enough time?" Giselle nodded as Poppy smiled towards her sisters. "Alright, I already know this is going to be a great year for Theta, guys! I can feel it."

"Alright, alright, that's enough motivation. Lets get down there to see if your little boyfriend's down there yet." Poppy blushed as she heard a few of the girls 'oooh' and she tossed her purse in one of the two baskets she was holding as she shook her head. "Not my boyfriend, don't listen to her." Giselle just chuckled as the two headed to the door with four other girls right behind them holding the table and various posters and items like buttons and little trinkets for the rushers to take with them so they don't forget Theta Chi. As they made there way to the area, Poppy put on a smile as she passed several people. Poppy was easily that girl that everyone, maybe wasn't friends with but, by no means hated. She was too nice. Hell, you could think you didn't like her but, before you knew it she would suck you into liking her one way or another whether she meant to do it or not... No one really knew if she meant to. She put the baskets down as she straightened out her skirt before smiling as they girls put the table and things down. "Thanks guys. I think Giselle and I can handle the table for a bit. If ya'll would like to you know, go look around see what tickles your fancy, by all means go ahead." She told the junior girls as they thanked her and walked off to see what they might want to do. She turned towards her side to see that she was set up right next to the Betas, which was of course not her first choice but, at least she was next to Jack-Jack and she could finally ask him about her little request to 'un... Perfect her...? If that was the right term for it.

Poppy scurried to a sophomore Kappa named Daniel and a junior named James as she tapped their shoulders with a smile. "Hi, um can you help us with the table? Please." She quickly turned her blue eyes towards the ground. James chuckled at her adorableness before looking at Daniel. "'Course Pops." She smiled before hugging the two of them."Thanks guys! I would have asked Emery but he seems a bit fill with flirting with Alphas." She chuckled as she walked to her table and saw Giselle already doing what she does; bullshit. She could make a mermaid buy water if she really wanted to. She was standing talking to these three bright eyed girls as they did nothing more than listen to the young junior Theta. Poppy put her hand on Giselle's shoulder as she brought herself into the conversation. "Hi, I'm Poppy, I'm the president of Theta Chi." Their smiles got even bigger as they looked towards her. "Hi." They said in unison as Giselle chuckled. Poppy nudged her before turning back towards the girls. "Well, I can tell you guess are just what Theta desires in young woman. So, please help yourself in any of.. our little goodies..." She said as she turned to see the whole table put up along with light blue and gold Theta Chi tablecloth that they used for events. With the goods right next to their two chairs and the cooler with Theta's name on it places right next to Poppy's chair, right where people could see it. "Guys, I said just the table. You did not need to do everything."

"We know." Daniel said as he grabbed the posters and stands. "Poppy moved out of the way as she offered the two young guys a hug and a kiss on the cheek. [color=#00C5CD]Ya'll are too sweet. Thank you so much." She told them before letting them go. "No worries, Poppy. If you need anything else just let me know." Daniel said as he smiled towards Poppy which only made her blush even more. "Later."

"Bye guys, and thanks again." She said as she waved them off and looked back towards Giselle and the three girls; one who was reading the light blue paper while the other two grabbed themselves a blondie and a drink out of the cooler which also had little Theta Chi stickers on them. "We're going to keep looking around but, we are definitely going to rush this year! Bye Poppy." On of the girls said as the three walked away. "It was so nice meeting ya'll and your names are so I can remember you...?" She said as she hugged each one of them.

"Melody."

"Piper."

"Daisy."

"Alright guys, it was so nice meeting you. If ya'll come up with anymore questions, just come back and let us know. We'll be here." The girls nodded before walking past their table. Giselle got off her phone as the two girls leaned softly to hear what the three girls were talking about. They talked about the information they just received but, what made them both smile is when they heard the small Indian looking girl, Piper say "I know! She's so sweet."

"Yes!"

"Yes!" The two girls said in unison with one another as they high fived. The Theta's last year had a running joke; they knew when someone would pledge Theta whenever they brought up Poppy and how sweet she was. That meant they had a chance of getting them to pledge. Poppy had just found out about the joke and didn't really think anything of it. Since no one was really to the area just yet, Poppy looked at the other houses as she smiled to Naomi and then Jack and then Naomi again as she raised her eyebrows and chuckled before turning to see the other Presidents. She smiled towards all of them before turning to Giselle who started playing music from one of her several playlists that started playing Dancing on My Own by Robyn. Poppy could feel her hand hand shaking as she reached for her Theta Chi jacket that all girls received when they were inducted into the house. She slid it on as she looked towards Giselle. "Why are you lookin' at me like that?"

"You take your medicine, the shaking's getting more noticeable." Poppy just let out a sharp sigh before shaking her head as Giselle looked blankly at her. "I'll take it later, it's in my bag. I'll just take it in an hour or so." Giselle just shook her head with a smirk as she turned the serious conversation into a sarcastic one. "Andrew's not going to be pleased with this." Poppy rolled her eyes with the same bright smile on her face just in case anyone came up to their booth.

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Karma jumped a bit when she heard Kyle's deep voice behind her. It seemed all Kyle had to do was nod in Javi's direction and he left. Her brows furrowed a bit because she was going to offer to model for him if he needed it and she had great connections she could set him up with.She kissed a miffed Sean on the cheek before tucking herself under Kyle's arm. It wasn't overly intimate or anything but that's just how Karma was. She was a touchy feely person. She grinned at Kyle, "Well looks who's big man on campus. " She teased. With a nod in the direction of the door she added, "Lead the way. "

As they walked she nudged him with her shoulder, "You could have warned me that your whole frat house are sports illustrated fans. " She wasn't actually annoyed about it though. Most of them seemed nice. "I've never seen guys get that excited about a girl they've already seen half naked. " She added with a giggle. When her giggle became gasps signaling the beginning of her O-laugh (a.k.a orgasm laugh because it sounds like she's having an orgasm) she got it in check. She glanced at him and asked curiously, "From what I can tell you can have any girl here and if I had to guess I'd say you've had your fair share so why are you parading a freshman, though a super hot freshman if I do say so myself, around? " She asked curiously. She truly was curious. Kyle was a hot junior who could get laid whenever he wanted so she was curious why he was giving her the time of day. "Sorry if that's a bit blunt. " She added biting her lip a little. As they talked she pulled out her phone and opened a few new texts.

To: Elysia
Ly-Ly I'm officially on my way. A guy I met yesterday asked to "escort" me there I guess lol. His name's Kyle don't know if you know him. Anywhoo can't wait to see you I wore the Valentino's that we love!

To:Naomi
[color=3925E5E]My first rush week function I'm so excited and nervous. Can't wait to see your booth! Thanks again for giving me your number.[/color]


Once they arrived at the Activities fair she turned to him and smiled " I have to find Elysia's booth. I don't know if you know her? She's the president of the Alpha's? I've known her since we were three so she's like the big sister I always wanted. I have to see Naomi's too. I met her during orientation and she's kinda trying to get me to be a Zeta."

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Character Portrait: Elysia Hanta Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Karma Cohen Character Portrait: Miles Ganas Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Bennett Atkins Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds Character Portrait: Zoey Brady
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Naomi had to roll her eyes as Jack left because, as usual, he just had to have the last word. "Prick," she found herself grumbling as she found herself much too focused on the back of his head, but it was loud enough for Zoey to hear. A few of the other Zetas told her they were going back to the house to get other things and Naomi smiled them off, twirling a few curls in her fingers. She had just reached over to snatch up the half-eaten cookie Jack had placed back down on their table when her phone pinged at receiving a text. Tossing the soiled food away, she pulled her phone out and smirked at the text from Miles, rolling her eyes. "I'm beginning to think it's a Sigma thing, being late and all," she told Zoey just as two girls who were obviously freshmen came over.

"Hi, I'm Danielle. And that's Katy. You're from the radio, right?" The redhead said and her blonde friend waved, taking in the assortment of foods, which had actually warranted them getting an extra table. "Yep, NomiIzMe, but you can call me Naomi. I'm the president of the beautiful Zetas of Zeta Nu Delta." The girls beamed down at Naomi's warm smile, which was definitely brighter than the earlier reserved smirk of contempt she had reserved for Jack when they were in public. It was brighter and friendly, a mix of sweetness concealing devilish intent and a bit of the Zeta signature. 'Cool, my sister was a Zeta. Class of 2008." Danielle exclaimed and Naomi nodded with a brighter smile. "Then that already makes you an honorary little sister. Before you eat anything, you both have to do one Jell-O-shot and post a pic of yourselves with at least one Zeta on all of your social media sites." Naomi had purposefully chosen their entrees as items to party in. This wasn't a tea party, this was an Activities Fair. There would be something from every sorority and there was also a big party afterwards. She wasn't trying to be unfair and disallow the freshmen from experiencing the wholeness of their Rush Week. The two girls gave each other an excited look before each taking a shot, which Naomi was quick to replace, and downing it at the same time. The Zeta booth roared with excitement and to her surprise, Danielle had been the first to whip out her phone and posed somewhat over the booth with Naomi and her friend. Grinning, Naomi smooched the redhead's cheek, already liking her. "Don't forget to check out all the other booths. And don't forget about us for Saturday night." While there was a rivalry between all of the Greek organizations, Naomi made it a point for every freshman to check out all of the booths. Not because she was trying to win brownie points or a good Samaritan award, but because it was fair. A guy might find he likes partying just as much as every other Sigma, but felt more at home with people who were as studious him, like with the Kappas. Why should anyone force their sorority on someone without giving them a chance to look at all their options?

She still needed to work out the logistics with Miles, but she had plans for Saturday for both the Sigmas and the Zetas and it was to be off campus. No huge dinner party or spa date like the Alphas typically threw, or some guys' night like the Betas, but definitely something fun. She was in the middle of texting one of her girls when she heard a familiar voice. ”Want to kill me now or would you like to wait for after the fair?” Her smile was wide and toothy and Naomi rushed from her side of the booth to throw herself at the Sigma president, arms wrapped tightly around him despite seeing him just a few days ago and her feet leaving the ground for only a few seconds. She giggled a bit before pulling away, grinning up at Miles as she replied, "If I kill you, who else is gonna give me piggy back rides, love?" She added a wink for good measure before seeing her second favorite sorority booth being set up, and glanced back at Zoey and Miles. "Be right back."

On her way, she had glanced back over at Elysia to see the Alphas adding more tables to their side and had to smile, a giggle bursting past her lips. Elysia didn't really think this was a banquet, right? It was nearly 94 degrees outside, she had her girls out in blazers and ridiculously high heels, and they were set up like they were having a luncheon with the first lady of Fulton U? Who the hell did the Alpha president think she needed to impress? Obama? She shook her head and when she met Elysia's gaze, she offered the Alpha president a mock salute. For a second, she paused by the Betas tent before reaching over the booth and pulling a water bottle out of one of the coolers. A sophomore Beta was quick to complain, but she shot him a look before glancing at Phillips and Jack and said sweetly, "Thanks, boys. Hi, Benny," with the last part being directed at Bennett. Not sparing Jack another glance, Naomi waltzed over to the Theta booth, hips swaying in their naturally entrancing way as if on a rhythm that only she could feel. She glanced at her phone again when it alerted her to another text and hurried to send a quick response just as she reached the Thetas.

To: Karma
Np :D Ur perfect n ur gonna do fine. Just check out evry 1. They're gonna luv u

"Well, if it isn't my second favorite group of ladies," she exclaimed upon her arrival, making sure to smile especially brightly for Poppy. A fellow Junior, Lianne, gave her a mock look of contempt. Lianne and Naomi had connected freshman year and while they weren't besties, like with Poppy, the two were still extremely close and seemed to always joke with each other. Lianne had been perfect from day one; she was the current student body president, captain of the volleyball team Naomi played on, and a political science major with dreams of someday joining the UN. And with the same amount of sass that defined Naomi. "You're still a traitor." Naomi only preened. "And you still love me, traitor and all," she replied smartly and though the brunette rolled her eyes, she hugged the Zeta anyway and the others, particularly Giselle who also offered a wink, waved and greeted her. Finally, Naomi's gaze specifically on Poppy, whom she was quick to hug. "I couldn't go the day without hugging my favorite Theta, now could I?"

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A very lean and slender young male emerged himself from his 2015 BMW and popped the trunk open, so that he could get his luggage. Sebastian looked down at his iPhone 6, which had been ringing all morning, his mother was very worried about him since he drove himself to Fulton. A sly smirk danced among his lips as he didn't answer. He unloaded his luggage from his truck, which was nothing than a book bag and two Louis Vuitton rolling bags. He placed a pair of sunglasses over his eyes then slammed his trunk shut while locking his BMW.

While walking, he pulled out his cell phone and made a call to his parents. "Hello there. Sorry about not answering, was driving." He said as he heard his mother crying. "I'm so proud of you, Sebastian. Please do not get into any trouble on your first day." His mother said thought light sniffles. Sebastian smirked a little, eying a very athletically male walking by. "Yeah, right. No trouble. Got it." His eyes rolled when his father's voice came through on the other line of the phone. "Hey kid. Hope you have a great first day and good luck this semester." Sebastian really wanted to hang up but stayed on the line. "Thanks, Dad." He said in a nonchalant tone.

"Alright, I got to go. I'll call you guys soon. Okay? Love ya'." He made kissing noises into the phone before hanging up. "Now, where did that cute guy go?" He asked himself while flicking his hair then shrugged his shoulders while proceeding on towards his dormitory. His trek made him run into the Activities Fair, which was fluttered with guys and girls from different fraternities and sororities. He saw some of the people he had met at orientation and just looked at them. The aroma of all the barbecue and baked goods tickled at his nose as he wanted to stop and take a slight gander but was really on a mission to find his dorm.

After walking nearly thirty minutes, he found his dorm and opened the door with his key as he saw that his supposedly roommate wasn't there. 'Guess it's time to go and mingle.' He thought to himself while leaving the room and heading back over to where the Activities Fair was taking place. He studied all of the different posters and what not as he eyed the guys, mostly but then saw one of the girls he was rather impressed with at orientation.

He lowered his sunglasses over his nose then pushed them back over his eyes as he walked over towards her. "Well, well. If it isn't my little "friend" from orientation. Miss me?" He'd chuckle lightly while waving his hand dismissively towards the scenery. "So, what's going on here?" He'd ask with a slight smile.

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Zoey shook her head but couldn't stop herself from grinning when Naomi referenced how Sam would have to make it up to her later. She was definitely right about that. Zoey's mood wasn't easily dampened, and Sam forgetting to wake her up on time wasn't enough to ruin her day, but it had offset her vibes. Although it would only take seeing his adorable face for a second for her to forgive him, she was getting impatient. He hadn't even responded to her text, nonetheless shown his face yet this morning.

It shouldn't have surprised her when the Beta boys set up camp only a few feet away from the Zeta booth, despite an excessive amount of open space elsewhere. Just like the Alphas, the brother house had to make sure all eyes were on them. In one way, that wasn't horrible - nearly every member of the fraternity was easy on the eyes, but that didn't combat their distasteful personalities. There was no better person to represent the Beta guys than Jack Reynolds himself; the most arrogant and entitled smart ass of them all. As if on cue, the President approached the Zeta booth and didn't waste a moment before unleashing a few jabs at Naomi. They only evoked an eye roll from Zoey, who knew well enough that the back-and-forth digs shared between the two house leaders had more emotions than cattiness behind them. No one else would know enough to sense the sexual tension between the pair (yet, at least) but Zoey had gotten the secret out of Naomi last year. Naomi was her best friend, which meant that Zoey wanted the best for her, and Jack Reynolds certainly was not the best. However, she knew that what the two had wasn't anything serious as of now, and that meant that she didn't feel the need to put a stop to it. Naomi knew better than anyone what Jack's true colors looked like. She would know better than to fall for someone like him.

As Naomi got up and spoke told Jack to excuse himself, she turned her head backwards, scanning the small group of Zeta girls who were setting things up. She couldn't see Amelia and Sierra, which certainly surprised her, as they were two of her favorite Zeta pledges from last year. If Jack hadn't left with a parting cheap-shot to her, she would have inquired about their whereabouts with Naomi. His words caught her off guard though, and she was just happy that Sam wasn't there to hear it. Not only did she know it would have pissed him off, but she also had a feeling that he would have tried to pick a fight with Jack over it, and that wasn't something she wanted to deal with. She had slept with Jack during their freshman year rush week. He was cute, she was drunk, and it just kind of happened. Later she would find out that it was part of a hazing ritual that the Betas encouraged back then, but in the moment, she probably wouldn't have cared even if she knew. She wasn't embarrassed for having slept with him for a couple of reasons. One, he was undeniably attractive. Two, she was wasted, and three, she didn't know how annoying he was at the time. Naomi couldn't use reason three to justify whatever she and Jack were doing.

She nodded in agreement when Naomi muttered something about him being a prick. "Keep that in mind when you consider sneaking off with him tonight after the Jamboree," she said in an equally hushed tone. She was serious but spoke lightly because again, she didn't see Jack as being a big problem right now. She hoped that Naomi still had enough sense to just keep their relationship in bed.

When Miles approached, Zoey smiled softly in acknowledgment but wasn't nearly as excited as Naomi, who nearly jumped onto the boy. She was friends with Miles, but not exceptionally close. He frequently came to her with his girl problems but that was where their relationship ended, usually. There wasn't a lot of depth to it. Seeing his face reminded her of the texting conversation she had had with him a day earlier about Grace, which reminded her of her Alpha friend. She hadn't seen her all morning, which was unusual, seeing that probably all of Elysia's girls besides Grace were already at the booth.

To: Grace Drexler
I expect a hello from you. Come find me :*


After texting Grace, she nodded as Naomi dismissed herself and then glanced back at Miles. "Tell me that you've got something to spike these with at your booth," she said playfully as she grabbed one of the virgin Jello shots from the table.

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Behind him the courtyard started to fill up with more former students and even more new students. The alumni have all started taking their places at their proper booths. The Alphas were setting up their booth, as well as the Betas and the Kappas. The houses were one by one lining their tables up and decorating their station to capture the attention of those they hoped seemed fit enough to be introduced to the world of Greek life. Miles one second had a girl around his neck and then the second after she was gone. That was Naomi for you though – thought Miles – the girl was a difficult one to hold onto and not many people did. It’s amazing that Miles and Naomi are such good friends in the first place. The two, at first glance, wouldn’t seem like the type of people to be friends, but in reality Naomi and Miles were the closest of friends one could imagine. As Naomi excused herself, Miles leaned over on the Zeta booth and dropped his face into his hands and groaned loudly, brushing his hands into his air and then looking back up and the girls at the booth. The girl that had been wrapped around his neck was saying hi to some sophomore who waved and smiled at her, as she continued to the Alphas table. Miles smiled at Zoey, who seconds after asked for anything to spike her virgin Jello-O shot. Miles chuckled to himself and stood straight up. “To be entirely honest, I might.” Miles pulled his phone out of his pocket to see a missed text from Kyle, who was now on his way to the booth. Miles rolled his eyes and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I swear one of these days, I’m going to strangle him,” he said, more to himself rather than to anyone in particular, in reference to Kyle and his tardiness.

The Sigma booth was already set up and that’s probably because of the sophomores that always tried so hard to kiss ass to the seniors in the house. Miles nodded over to Zoey to follow him over to his booth. The Sigma President pulled his flyers out of his bag and set them down on the table in front of him. He had blue flyers with information about the Sigmas and what the fraternity was all about, the yellow flyers were advertisements in hopes to get some new freshman to sign up. He lined them up at the corners of the table to also hold down the tablecloth just in case a beach breeze blew by. In the middle of the table were a few clipboards with signup sheets. The booth was set up as a table, with a wooden stand above the table. Painted in blue and yellow across the painted white wooden plaque were the Greek letters for Sigma Chi Delta, ΣΧΔ, with the words Sigma Chi Delta underneath each letter, painted in blue, outlined in yellow. Against the two poles that held up the wooden slate above the table, was a black poster with pictures of events from the past and accomplishments of the house.

The table was nicely presented, it wasn’t anything exaggerated or over the top but it was nicely set up enough to grab someone’s attention. Along the side of the table were coolers with drinks in it, whether or not the drinks were alcoholic was nothing something that Miles would readily admit to but they didn’t hold the appearance of alcoholic drinks, and that’s all he would say on the matter. Miles also had a few of the bottles and cans spread across the table. One would be very well aware of which house this was when they walked by.

Miles propped his bag on his leg and pulled out a small bottle, he dropped his bag to the floor and tossed the bottle into Zoey’s hands. “Go wild girl.” Miles let his eyes wander around and he could see Kyle jogging in his direction. Miles was just about ready to rip him a new one but figured it’d be best for publicity if he did that else where, but he’d make sure that Kyle heard what Miles had to say. “Nice of you to join us, pal.” Miles sarcastically spit towards Kyle as he approached the table. “I’m going to go ahead and take it that you didn’t put any of this together? Looks fine but we could’ve done better, don’t you think?” Miles stepped around to the front of the table and looked at the table that was supposed to represent his fraternity. He had two hands on his hips and he simply sighed when looking at the booth. He shook his head, as if to say whatever and turned around to look back out at the courtyard. With his hands crossed now in front of his chest, he saw his ex girlfriend making her entrance to the courtyard and he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He rolled his eyes and she made her way to her new girlfriend, Elysia. Miles was visibly upset about the two being together, and would rarely crack a smile when the girls were together.

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Excitement wasn't exactly the first thing that struck Alexandri as he opened his eyes sometime around 11. To be perfectly honest he wasn't 100% sure what he was expecting from the day, the only thing he knew was that it would come with at least one awkward encounter. You'd be surprised by how quickly you could piss of an entire school, one wrong word or two around the wrong person and it was done. Now, Alexandri didn't care that much about the lecture that black bitch had given him yesterday, but the problem was that the nigger had been an important person around campus and allegedly had allot of power. Which meant she could probably influence the fraternity leaders, which again meant that Naomi possibly held the power to decide if Alexandri would even get accepted into one of the houses. So excitement was defiantly not the first thing he felt upon waking up. He would defiantly have to do something to help his situation a little through the day.

"dobroye utro, George" Alexandri greeted his roommate in Russian, who were already getting dressed for the fair "Why you stressing? the clock is only.." he had to cast a quick glance at his wrist watch to check the time. "...11. You planning on being on getting there early?" Alexandri finished with a yawn before stretching a little bit and walking over to his closet to throw one the cleanest clothes he could find. Behind him George made a small laugh before replying "Yeah, and to be quite honest, you should really take this more seriously. The rumors going around about you aren't exactly nice" for some weird reason George didn't seem to care about Alexandri' view on black people. "True that, comrade" the tone Alexandri replied with was something between sarcasm and nonchalance. George apparently gave up on convincing Alexandri to hurry up and with a sigh and a quick "See you at the fair" he was out of the room and heading out of the building. Alexandri had to laugh a little as he grabbed a black AC/DC T-shirt from his closet and quickly took it on. A red and black shirt and a pair of simple jeans finished today's outfit. None of the clothes were expensive, but they looked good on Alexandri, well, in his eyes they did.

About an hour later Alexandri was all done with everything that had to be done in order to make him look as fantastic as possible. More than 40 of those 60 minutes had been spent creating a damn near perfect sandwich. With his stomach full and his mood the best it could be under these circumstances Alexandri made his way down towards the Activities Fair.

The smoke in his mouth filling his lungs with precious nicotine was hardly enough to calm him down when he saw Naomi standing with a rather attractive blonde in front of some stand. It wasn't many people that could get Alexandri in a bad mood faster than that damn nigger and he stood by every single word that had left his mouth yesterday, but unfortunately he had to make some kind of apology to her, no matter how much he hated it. The entire time it took for Alexandri to walk over to the area where the fair was held had been spent on trying to figure out a better solution. But the fact was that currently Naomi was the victim in everyone's eyes and with any luck he could either use the fake apology to convince people that it had been an honest mistake, or he could use it to make him seem like the victim. Not that he had any idea how he would manage the latter. With a sigh he breathed in another deep drag of poisonous smoke before heading over to the nigger and her friend.

Walking up to the pair Alexandri raised his hands with palm out towards them to show he came in peace. He just hoped that the smile he put on seemed as honest he tried to make it. "Naomi right?" Alexandri asked the black chick who was obviously far from happy to see him "I wanted to apologize for yesterday" he had to take another drag of the smoke before he could continue this lie. Alexandri absolutely hated to apologize, especially when he didn't have anything to apologize for. "It was wrong of me to judge you on the color of your skin and I am truly sorry for that" you couldn't grow up with an ex-KGB officer without knowing how to lie, so Alexandri knew that his little apology sounded completely true, he just really hoped he convinced enough people that she couldn't refuse his apology without ending up looking like the bad guy. "I'm not gonna ask you to forgive me. Just wanted you to know that I feel bad for it" He made sure to twist his head to the side so when he blew out the smoke he had in his lungs none of it hit neither of the two girls. Alexandri had a feeling that blowing the smoke directly at them would do the opposite of help the situation. He was vaguely aware of the people watching them, and Alexandri had a feeling that his 'heart-full' apology had convinced at least a few of them. With any luck people would start to think that he had only acted the way he had to look cool infront of his mates. Not that it was his actual believes.

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Alexandri Evans Character Portrait: Emery Ravens Character Portrait: Grace Drexler Character Portrait: Marcus Vanderbilt Character Portrait: Andrew Drexler
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Andrew was already awake when he Emery used the intercom to wake everyone up. He was always a heavy sleeper but since he went to bed at a fairly early hour the previous night, he had no problem waking up at seven this morning. In an effort to get back into his school-year routine, he started his day off with a freshly brewed cup of black coffee and stopped by the campus cafe for a chocolate chip muffin. Upon his return to the Kappa house, he took a brisk cold shower and dressed in a simple navy polo, khaki shorts and Sperry boat shoes. Although he wasn't into dressing flashy for such a casual event, he also didn't want to look like he was ready to head to the beach. The Kappa Alpha house may not have been as image-obsessed as the Beta fraternity, but they had pride in the way they presented themselves too.

When it was time to start setting up their booth, Andrew chose to help carry the drink coolers. His parents had sponsored the beverages, which even he was surprised about. The relationship he had with them was nearly nonexistent. When he returned home from school breaks, he was essentially ignored by the pair and just as he was during the school year, by his sister Grace as well. This summer had been slightly different though, since his parents were nearly convinced that Poppy was his girlfriend, which meant that he had finally "gotten past his gay phase" and was going to settle down with a pretty, smart girl. He didn't bother correcting them, because he honestly appreciated being treated decently for once. Plus, his parents spent most of the summer travelling so he didn't even bump into them at their Hamptons summer home more than a couple of times over the two months. They had already given him the money for the Activities Fair event by the time that Grace informed them that Poppy was nothing more than a friend to him, and their relationship fell back to being rocky at best.

As students began to populate the courtyard, Andrew assumed that it was probably nearing 11:30. Emery headed off to check out the neighboring stations so Andrew took a seat in front of their table and greeted any passerby's. He was enjoying getting to know some of the freshman but was also anxious to reunite with some friends too. After finishing a conversation with a freshman, he stood up and nodded to Marcus, the Kappa standing closest to him. "I'm going to go check everything out. Be back in a little," he explained before heading off. Their booth was situated next to the Alpha's. Although he hadn't had a chance to talk to Elysia since returning to Fulton, he saw conversing with Emery and Emerson and just gave a passing wave as he headed past them. He continued past the Beta booth and then stopped in front of the Theta Chi section. He caught a glimpse of his sister hurrying past him, but as if they were strangers, neither acknowledged the other. It still brought a knot to his stomach but he was used to the way they interacted by now. He didn't expect anything more from her.

When he stepped closer to the Theta booth, he found Poppy chatting with Naomi and a boy who he assumed to be a freshman. "Good morning, sunshine," he smiled at Poppy as he stepped past Naomi and the boy and towards Poppy. He greeted Lianne and Giselle before turning back to Poppy and nudging her shoulder. "Who's the boy?" he quietly inquired. Although he had missed whatever Alexandri had said to Naomi, he could tell that something was going on between the two. Why would he be standing a Theta booth without good reason, anyway?

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Character Portrait: Elysia Hanta Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Miles Ganas Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Emerson Kim Character Portrait: Emery Ravens Character Portrait: Zoey Brady
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Grunting because the light from the window successfully made it passed her dark magenta curtains, Amelia awoke to the familiar sound of her phone vibrating on a hard surface. Tossing herself over Amelia slowly ran her fingers through her velvet red hair, her eyes closed still basking in the comfort of her bed. "Mmm." after a few minutes of enjoying the plushness of her bed the dancer stretched out and yawned. The covers were halfway falling off the bed exposing her barely clothed body. All she wore to bed, all she ever wore to bed was either a tank top or T-shirt accompanied by underwear and last night was no exception, her sleeping attire consisted of a grey Harry Potter tank top that had the deathly hallows on it along with a pair of rather sexy looking panties.

Lazily stretching out her arm Amy managed to snatch her phone up without knocking it down since she was to lazy to turn her whole body leading to her not looking where her hand was searching. Upon unlocking it she was greeted with a rather cute picture of her brother holding his new King Corso pup. At the bottom of the picture text was a message.

From: Hyung
언니 야 ! 나는 마침내 그에게 이름을 함께했다 . 그것은 마끼 의 .
(Hey unnie! I finally came up with a name for him. It's Makki.)

Amelia smiled at the text from her brother, Makii was a cute name it meant the youngest one and Makii was the youngest pup out of his litter.

To: Hyung
이 형은 그 귀여운 이름입니다! 난 당신이 주어진 당신의 애완 동물 같은 귀여운 이름있는 줄 몰랐어! 롤
(Hyung, that's a cute name! I didn't know you were capable of given your pet such a cute name! Lol)

With that sent the dancer sat up in bed and yawned once more before getting her pretty butt out of bed. She shuffled her feet to the bathroom and went through her daily morning routine. Once finished she looked at the time as it read 9:00am. With a big smile on her face and the towel still wrapped around her from her shower, Amelia all but jumped into her outfit, grabbed her long board and was out of her room. She greeted her other sorority sister with her little regular spin and a snap of the fingers, they giggled though as they always do when she did that and the bright smile on Amy's face was all the same, bright and energetic. Amelia thought that she'd go down to the schools dance studio and get a warm up this morning before the events started and when she was this hyped up there was no stopping her. Even her sorority sister knew when she was in good mood and that little spin was what proved them right.

Placing her board on the ground, the dancer flipped through her phones playlist for a second before selecting a song, her favorite song she'd play when she was really excited or just feeling really good. She couldn't wait for the events to start and to recruit new people, plus she was all about making new friends. Getting onto her board, Amy kicked off and smoothly skated down the cement path. She had to restrain herself from dancing to the song, her legs anyway because from the torso up she was going at it.

"I don't wanna be without you girl! Got me slowly dying. Where did we go wrong my girl? Why can't we keep on trying? I don't wanna be without you girl! I gave my heart to you. Going outta my mind, cause I love you, I need you girl!" she sung the lines and backups, she sang absolutely everything.

The dancer skated, no cruised smoothly to the dance studio just singing and dancing with such passion yet fun. Once there she picked up her board and entered the building, finding it busy she frowned a bit but it faded fast. She wanted to share her excitement with someone so secretly she was hoping someone was here so she could dance with. Amelia spent no time plugging in her ipod and setting her things down but as soon as she did the dancer heard people outside the studio. The door opened and three of her dance partners walked through. This is a fracking miracle! she thought as she ran over to them practically tackling the first girl that walked in, Jessica. The names of the others were Minah and Alex but everyone called her Mini. These three were Amelia's best girls she has ever worked with and good friends.

"Hey guys I missed you, wanna dance!?" Amy was speaking fast like she did when she got too excited and her Korean accent was present, it always was when she talked really fast like that. They all agreed and laughed, Jessica patting Amy playfully on the head telling her how cute she got when she got all excited like that. Amy smiled much like a child would, with a bright smile and pecked the girls cheek. " Now let's get to work then!" shouted out Minah who looked just as energetic as Amy now. With a nod Amy got into position with the other girls, the music began to play and they began to dance.




The dancing just stopped after practicing it more than 10 times. They finally got it down and Amy laid on the floor a bit exhausted but still ready to do more. She had all but lost track of time and when the clock read 10:30 Amy decided to wrap up the practice there. The dancer had gotten good exorcise out of that was ready to take a quick shower and head down to the booth with her other sorority sisters. After bidding her girls goodbye she cruised back to the sorority house, took a shower and ate something. Sometimes Amelia had this habit where she wouldn't eat in the morning, it's not that she was starving herself it was more like she would forget because she would't feel really hungry. While getting dressed she ate a granola bar at the same time and when she needed both hands she would bite the granola bar and hold it there.

After she successfully got dressed and devoured that granola bar Amy packed her backpack with a variety of snacks. Opening her dresser she pulled out her feather bracelet and slipped it on then grabbed her beach ankle bracelet and put that on too. As she was checking herself out in the mirror her phone vibrated in her pocket and she took it out unlocking it and checking the message.

From: Naomi
Omw 2 the booth. 1 of u better b there

With a smile Amelia began to write back. Her fingers moved swiftly over the letters and in 10 seconds her message was done and sent.

To: Naomi
Aye, aye captain! On my way!

Grabbing her board, Amy was out the door again but this time she wasn't wearing any shoes, instead her shoes were in her backpack along with her socks. She thought that she'd go with no shoes on something she loved to do. Instantly when she got outside the campus was crawling with students, it was funny how a measly two hours can change everything. Amelia thought it wise to play her song before she began to ride because she wasn't about to flip through her phone and navigate through all these people, she was sure to fall. Once her song was played on loop the girl began her little trip down to the booth. Her feet were steady on the board but above her hips were a whole different story. She was working her body to the song and that half tank top and short shorts made it hard for boys to pay attention to where they were walking. Upon passing a group of boys she winked at them then sent one of her charming but sexy smiles towards them. Even though she was gay that didn't stop her from flirting with both genders especially the boys. The two girls that were staring at her though rather intensely from a booth, the Alpha Theta Pi's booth to be exact were greeted with a kiss blown to them.

They were dressed to impress of course, like always a rather good quality of theirs. In fact Amelia stopped in front of the two, they were girls she hung out at parties before maybe made out with once or twice. She wrapped her arm around the shorter one.

"Why hello there."

Her conversation with the girls was short, sweet and flirty. They told her to try one of their brownies and she humbly took it whispering a thanks to the girls ear that made her shiver. Satisfied with her teasing the asian took a bite out of the brownie and smiled that oh so vibrant childish smile of hers. "Damn, these are pretty good. Thanks for the sweets hun." and with that she crossed the concrete path to the Zeta's booth on her board but not without tipping her hat to Elysia with her friends right beside her. " Damn good job on the brownies, beautiful." her praise was joined by a smirk, a rather seductive one even though she didn't mean for it to come out like that. Maybe it was directed to Emerson? Whatever it didn't matter now, what is done is done and now she has a brownie so she was happy but when she saw the Zeta's booth her heart skipped a beat. Look at all this food and sweets.

Setting her board behind the booth, on the grassy part Amy walked up to Zoey and smiled. "Morning!" she said with a smile as she reached passed Zoey to grab a cupcake and began licking some of the frosting off of it. "Mmm, so whats up Zoe?"

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Miles Ganas Character Portrait: Kyle Jagger Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Sam Shepherd
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Naomi's text message woke him up but it took another ten minutes for him to actually pull himself out of his bed. Sam knew that he was running late but wasn't too worried about it. He assumed that Miles and at least the sophomore Sigmas would already be down at the fair, working on their booth. As he grabbed a change of clothes and headed towards one of the bathrooms, he realized that a lot of other guys seemed to have slept in too. He caught a glimpse of Miles jogging downstairs and he passed Kyle on his way down the hall. There were probably a couple of sophomores at the booth so he still took his time as he showered and got dressed, but it was fitting that the Sigmas were a bit off schedule. As avid partiers, they always lived up to their reputation of sleeping in the next morning.

He was positive that he and Zoey had agreed that instead of him waking her up and getting breakfast together, that they would just meet at the fair. According to the sarcastic text message he just received from her though, she clearly had thought otherwise. He shook his head but instinctively smiled just at the sight of her name showing up on his phone. The pair bickered relentlessly but at the end of the day, loved each other unconditionally.

To: Zoey
Don't pin this one on me! U said u were gonna set ur alarm


He was already approaching the Activities Fair when he sent the text but wanted to get his side out before he found Zoey. God only knew he wouldn't be able to get a word of defense in when he was actually with her. Plus, he figured that he needed to check out the Sigma booth before wandering off to find Zoey. However, upon approaching the Sigma booth, he realized that he had killed two birds with one stone. Along with his brothers, he found Zoey stepping away from the booth, after accepting a bottle of something from Miles.

"Come on, really? It's noon and you've got freshman to make a good impression on," he said, plucking the bottle from her hands. He was grinning, but it was sourced more from just seeing her and not from her antics. She hated him for it, but he felt it necessary to police her drinking. It was one thing to do it at parties but even as a Zeta, she didn't need to be doing it now at the first event of the week. Naomi was the Zeta president, but as her right hand girl, he felt like Zoey needed to be mentally-present to help out today. After a swift kiss, he smiled at her and took a few steps closer to the Sigma booth. "I'll bring some food over to you in a minute." He doubted that his brothers had organized anything special, and especially not compared to whatever the Betas and Alphas would have put together. He was right. Miles was grilling Kyle for their display which Sam thought to be decent, but was definitely weak compared to its surroundings.

"I don't think we did too bad," he said as he approached the pair. "The douches will gravitate to Jack, the geeks to Emery, and we'll be left with the good ones," he shrugged. "I will say, though, that those burgers the Betas are cooking smell pretty good. You wanna grab some for me and Zoe?" he said. Sam didn't get along with Jack and wasn't close with any of the other Betas, but he knew that Miles was at least civil with Jack. Worst comes to worst, he figured that he could head over to Emery's booth and take some of whatever they were cooking for he and Zoey.

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Poppy was looking towards the Kappa table, wondering why Arty and Andy weren't there yet. Both of them always woke up early, so she was just wondering why they weren't there. But, if you would have asked Gigi, she would tell you she was more worried about her little boyfriend than Arty. Giselle still hasn't let up on wanting to know every detail of her trip to New York with Andy. But, Poppy just kept saying later, later, later. As if she was waiting for a good time. But, they shared a room so there had to be more to it... Right?

Before Poppy knew it, someone had come up to her and hug her by surprise. She squealed softly out of shock only to hear the voice of her close friend, Naomi. "I couldn't go the day without hugging my favorite Theta, now could I?"

"Oh please, she's everyone's favorite Theta." Giselle said in her all too common smartass voice as Poppy stuck out her tongue and hugged Nomi back before softly giving her a peck on the cheek. " I am definitely not everyone's favorite Theta and if I was, don't be jealous. It's not a cute look on you, Ellie." Poppy said in sarcasm just as Gigi flipped her the bird and turned her eyes to a guy walking up to the table. "Naomi, right? I just wanted to apologize for yesterday.." Poppy quickly ruffled her eyebrows together as she let out a small pout, turning towards Gigi who had a smirk on her face. Great, just what Gigi needed. More gossip and 'juice' as she called it. Poppy listened to his apology and in all honesty, she kind of felt like it was...somewhat sincere. But, Gigi knew better. It took a bullshitter to know a bullshitter and this guy, whoever he was was giving a complete bullshit apology because he probably felt like he had to. Yea, Giselle knew the guy this guy was playing all too well.

Both Giselle and Poppy's eyes switched directly to Naomi to see exactly what she would say to him. But, while Giselle's attention stayed on the two, Poppy's attention went directly to someone else. Andrew Drexler, he was easily her best friend. He's was sweet and smart, accepting and compassionate. And while people liked to say opposites attract, Andy and Poppy were that ones who proved that to be invalid. They were one of the same; at least in Poppy's eyes and they turned out to be as close as two people could be. Not to mention, she may have had one of the biggest crushes on him. And while she knew it was cliche and completely unrealistic... A girl could dream, couldn't she? She only snapped out of it when he greeted her and smiled at her. "Good morning, sunshine," She smiled back at him as he called her by her nickname, that only he really called her by as he moved past Naomi and the mystery guy and towards her. Giselle's grin grew slowly as Andrew moved closer to Poppy. If anyone knew about Andy and Poppy, it was Giselle. Poppy told her everything about everything and her crushes/romantic fantasies and aspirations were no different. Poppy smiled brightly towards him.[color=00C5CD]"Morning, Andy."[/color]

"Well hi, Andrew. Nice to see you too." Giselle said just before he turned towards her and the other Theta, Lianne. Only to turn his attention back to the blonde beauty right next to him.Giselle got up from her seat and sat on the table just so she could see over Andrew or at least Poppy, just in case Naomi did something interested or Andy and Poppy finally did something... Like hold hands, at least. But, no. They still wanted to live in denial. Which was fine; For now but, before Poppy graduated, Giselle was going to make Popdrew (Poppy and Andrew) a thing.

"Who's the boy?" Poppy shrugged softly as she went on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear and laid her hands on his shoulder. She didn't even realize that she was shaking more than usual, which meant either it was getting worse or she didn't take her medicine. Either way, Andy was going to think something was wrong and ask her about it. "I have no idea, I think something happened between him and Nomi." She told him before moving back towards the ground and laying her head on his shoulder as she looked back towards Naomi and the guy, not even having to look behind her to know what Gigi was smirking at the sight of the two while keeping one ear on the conversation that had started before Andrew walked up.

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Character Portrait: Elysia Hanta Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Antonio Juarez Character Portrait: Bennett Atkins Character Portrait: Daniel Beake Character Portrait: Jack Reynolds Character Portrait: Grace Drexler
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The amount of guys that stopped at the Beta table stressed Jack's belief that their house had no competition when it came to rushing interest. Every guy wanted to be a Beta, but since only some could actually make the cut, the rest were left to choose between the second-choice options of Sigma and Kappa. The thing about the Beta Gamma Omega house, as Jack believed, was that you could get the best of both worlds in it. Most of the guys were smart enough to pass their classes, and could definitely have a good time at parties. Maybe they weren't all valedictorians like the Kappas or drink until you pass out party animals like the Sigmas, but they could enter both realms when they wanted to. Jack was convinced, at least from his own experience, that Beta was the house that every guy wanted to join.

He spoke to as many of the rushers as he could, although only a few of them struck his attention as being potential Betas. He liked to think that he wasn't nearly as judgmental or critical as Elysia could be, but as he conversed with the freshman, he had his own list of criticism piling up.

You think we want someone like you representing our house? Buy some Proactiv and then come talk to me.

Lose the Bieber haircut, dude. This isn't 2009.

Weak handshake.

Too timid.

What the fuck kind of name is Ulysses?


The first definite no came after Naomi stole a water bottle out of one of their coolers and strutted past them. "Hey, someone should let her know that it's water and not vodka in there!" Jack called out after her. She didn't turn around or offer a response, but his eyes lingered on her moving form until she disappeared into the crowd. His attention was only directed back at three of the boys standing in front of him when the tallest of the three spoke to the other two.

"You hear that accent? Banging a foreign girl is on my college bucket list." Had it been said about anyone other than Naomi, Jack probably would have chuckled and thought well of the boy. He made an effort to act unaffected by the remark, but he had already decided this kid had zero chance of becoming a Beta.

Pretending not to have heard the comment, he continued his conversation with the three about the Beta house and charity work they did, before offering each of them a handshake again. Before they departed, he addressed the tall one. "What was your name again?"

He seemed to interpret the question in a positive way, as if he had maybe stuck out as being a likely candidate for the house and beamed with pride. "Kevin Sawyer."

"Alright, cool. Thanks for stopping by, guys. Make sure you grab some food, too."

After making a mental note to personally reject Kevin Sawyer later that week, he switched places with one of the other senior Betas who had been working a grill. Jack enjoyed cooking a lot, and grilling was his specialty. No matter how small the occasion was, he would fire up the grill outside the Beta house and cook steaks. It was a ritual for him to do it every night before a big exam and although he sometimes got slack for some of the fancier things he would cook inside, no one seemed to complain about his borderline obsession with barbecuing.

He was in his zone as he examined each piece of meat on his grill, occasionally calling over a sophomore to take the plates of finished foods over to the table they had set up. When he spotted Antonio returning to their booth, he waved him over. "Disney, would you do me a favor? We need some Alpha girls over here to, you know, brighten things up," he grinned. "Tell Elysia we want Grace, Natalie, that blonde sophomore chick... I think her name is Julie... and you take your pick on one more." He had seen Grace passing by moments before and was glad that she had finally arrived. He wasn't really partial to the Alpha girls that Elysia sent over since they were all attractive, but he wanted to actually talk to Grace. In return, he would have to send some Beta boys her way. It was something that the brother-sister houses did every year to make a point that as a member of either house, you were guaranteed to associate with the most attractive members of the opposite sex. An extra incentive, as if all of the perks of being an Alpha or Beta weren't already enough.

"Hunter, Bas, Dan, Charlie, any of you want to go hang out at the Alpha booth?" he asked. He was sure that the answer for most of them would be yes. It seemed hard for anyone to pass up an opportunity to socialize with those girls, especially with the feast-worthy amount of food he knew Elysia had brought.

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Character Portrait: Naomi Malone-Bell Character Portrait: Amelia Park Character Portrait: Poppy Montgomery Character Portrait: Alexandri Evans Character Portrait: Sierra Lewis Character Portrait: Zoey Brady Character Portrait: Andrew Drexler Character Portrait: Giselle Elingston-Donaldson
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Naomi laughed fully at Gigi's quick response while Poppy made more of a retort towards her best friend. Naomi had loved their chemistry the second she had met the two and it always served to entertain her. She loved best friends like that - relationships like that. It was a shame Poppy was graduating this year while Gigi stayed, but the two of them would no doubt keep in touch after Poppy walked across the stage. "You guys are so..." Naomi didn't finish as two familiar faces flashed in her peripheral, one a bit closer than the other and already reaching the Theta table. Well, well. If it isn't my little "friend" from orientation. Miss me?" Sebastian Collins asked and Naomi grinned a bit, casting her eyes fully in his direction.

"Of course, love." She could still see him approaching and focused her attention and energy on Sebastian, at least until she could get the kid on the path of exploring the other booths. "Well, if someone would check his school email, he'd know that it's the Activities Fair. Go be productive and check out the booths. There's free food and all you have to do is hear everyone give you crappy information for two minutes." That thing was definitely behind Sebastian now and Naomi, tense already, cast the boy a weary look. And she was serious about calling Alexandri those terms because he didn't deserve to be acknowledged by his name and most of all, he didn't deserve to be anywhere near any of the Greek organizations. He wasn't good enough to be a Beta or a Kappa, and the Sigmas would chew him alive. He never needed to even consider looking at a fabulous Alpha or an intelligent Theta, and he damn sure didn't need to look at her beautiful Zetas. He needed to take the nearest flight back to Russia with his racist, bigoted, narcissistic, rude, insufferable -

Naomi didn't react much when he asked about her name. She simply stared blankly, willing him to get this on with so she could either curse his name to the lowest levels of hell or punch him like her cousin Sonny taught her back in the fifth grade when she was getting bullied, and her Nana had warned that if she came home with one more ripped uniform, the next thing that was going to be ripped was Naomi. Not only was his presence rancid, but the putrid scent of his cigarette floated to her nose, sending a wave of bile to her throat and disgust to her stomach, which she was beginning to think was more because she was in the bastard's presence, but what was she going to say? "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. It was wrong of me to judge you for the color of your skin and I am truly sorry. I'm not gonna ask for you to forgive me. Just wanted you to know that I feel bad for it."

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit! That was the mantra going on in Naomi's head as she allowed his words to sink in, allowed them to ice over, but not heal the wound she had in her heart where her respect for him as an individual should have been, and she hummed monotonously. Because at the end of the day, those words don't come out, out of nowhere. No, they symbolized deep feelings of hatred and his apology was nothing more than the apology so many black people heard by the late eighties by white individuals they might have been in high school with who realized that if they didn't stop their racist ways, they could be excluded from opportunities that their white privilege would have already afforded him. And Naomi was in her right mind to tell him about himself, and yet...

Why bother? The anger fumed beneath the stony disposition she offered Alexandri, rankling in such a way that she could feel it deep in her bones. She was the youngest and first minority president of a Greek organization at Fulton University, known for being a predominantly white institute. She was in the top 5% of her class and top 10% of the entire school in terms of grade point averages. She was well-liked and she was the mature one in this situation, not this child - and yes, she was going to call him a child despite probably only being a year and some months older than him. The point of the matter is that she would be justified in simply calling him out, in not believing him and turning the little shit away. However, as her Nana and Poppy had taught her, forgiveness was bigger than hatred and her being as hateful as he had been would do no one any good. Besides, she wanted the freshmen to have fun - not him specifically, but all the precious babies - and her blowing up yet again wasn't going to do anything other than sour some people's moods. And she couldn't be the reason why no one came to the Zeta booth.

"Fine," she said with a flippant wave, tone as light as she could make it despite the edge she could feel clawing at her throat. "Pretend it never happened and let bygones be bygones." She didn't want to see Alexandri now and had half the mind to text Miles and Emery to not let them come even remotely near their tables. But she didn't. Naomi gestured to the other booths before saying, "You should go check out the other booths like all the other freshmen. It'll be fun and I'm sure one of them have free booze." That part came out because suddenly, Naomi was in a place where liquor needed to be her best friend or someone needed to play some music she liked. Feeling done with Alexandri, she dismissed him by turning her full attention to her girls, eyes falling more on Giselle for a moment than Poppy. Because she knew. She knew that between the two Thetas, Giselle knew - knew that Alexandri was a full-blown liar and Naomi was two seconds from giving him a shiner if he didn't get the hell away from or, or she didn't go back to her tent. Naomi hadn't even known that Andrew was there and nodded in his direction. Smiling tightly, she decided to bid everyone goodbye, "Alright, loves. Zetas have a lot of snacks if you want anything. I should go back before anyone decides to set out that cheesecake in this heat. See you at the jamboree tonight and you better wear something cute, Poppy." She gave the blonde a pointed look before moving back in the direction of her own booth, unscrewing the top to her bottle and taking a sip of the cool contents within, allowing them to chill the heat of her anger before she got back to her girls.

To her pleasure, Amelia was finally there and Naomi was quick to hug her little Zeta sister, surprising herself by needing affection - of all things - at the moment but not pulling away until the sophomore hugged her back. "Please tell me you've got some dance for us to perform because I've got music and a lot of excess energy to burn off right now." She and Amelia had danced to many times in their dorm to not have something up their sleeves, but Naomi was leaving it in the sophomore's hands to lead. Because if she really wanted to burn this excess energy, she'd either go punch Alexandri or snatch Jack up and fuck him in some unknown location. And another part of her was pretty sure she could do the former first and then still do the second, but that was bad and she wasn't trying to seem suspicious today. She also glanced over at Zoey, "And I was wrong. There needs to be alcohol. Tell me you've found some."

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Zoey grinned as a bottle was tossed to her. "You're the best," she thanked Miles as she spun around to return to the Zeta table, only to almost run right into Sam. He snatched the bottle of liquor from her hands and made a comment about how it was only noon and she needed to focus on talking to the rushers and not drinking. With a roll of her eyes and some sass of her own, Zoey pulled the bottle back from his hands. "Thanks for the advice, but I've got my dad on speed dial for lectures like those." She knew that Sam meant well. He had his personal reasons for being way of alcohol and Zoey had proved that she could get slightly out of hand after one too many drinks, but she wanted him to be her boyfriend, not father. His good intentions aside- if she wanted to drink, you could bet your ass that she was going to drink whether Sam approved of it or not. After returning his peck, she nodded at his offer of food. "Don't take too long this time!" she warned, turning her head back after she had already started towards the Zeta booth.

She returned to her seat in front of the table and when she was convinced no one important was looking, she poured a small amount of vodka into a few random Jello shot glasses. We'll see who can handle the heat, she thought to herself, remembering how Naomi had instructed some of the freshman to take a shot when they got to the booth. She then topped one with a more-than-generous amount of alcohol and downed it herself. The best way to start a day.

After placing the bottle in a bag by her feet, she spotted Amelia approaching. She smiled instantly, knowing that the girl was usually nothing but cheer. "Hey! Nothing really. Naomi just ran off somewhere and I'm ready to go back to bed," she explained. "What about you? Where have you been hiding all morning?" It probably had something to do with dance since that seemed to be the girl's entire life. Not that Zoey blamed her. She had seen Amy dance before and the girl was quite good.

Zoey was glad to see Naomi return, not just because she loved her friend, but because she was getting tired of having to repeat the same speech to passing freshman every two minutes. Naomi had been voted president for a reason, and her enthusiasm and dedication to the sorority were two that topped the list. However, she didn't seem to be in as good of a mood as she had left in and maybe it was out of her own dislike for him, but Zoey wanted to blame Jack. Naomi's request for alcohol wasn't unusual and Zoey knew she was pulling a Sam, but she shook her head. "Do you really think a good citizen like me is going to give alcohol to two underage girls this early in the day?!" she asked sarcastically. Zoey was frequently the one making checklists of what types of liquor everyone wanted when she made her almost daily runs to the liquor store. Still, at least when she was sober, she did take on a bit of a maternal role in the house and since she had no plans to remain sober today, someone was going to need to be coherent enough to represent Zeta.

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'Craziness is like heaven'.





Kellin woke up with an expression of pure horror. She'd slept in by not far off an hour more than she would usually and 20 minutes more than she could get away with. She sat up wide-eyed and her hair stretched out past her shoulder, static and an embarrassing mess. She groaned miserably when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rotating mirror resting on her bed side table as a constant reminder of her short comings. She swung her legs out of bed cursing bitterly as she scrambled around her room grabbing at clothes hanging out of drawers and chasing time to gather up her things before people noticed her absence downstairs. Diving into a pair of roll-up ripped skinny blue jeans, she hopped around her room and standing in the mirror, only half-dressed and 'flying low' she started raking a brush through her mess of hair and tried to get it looking at least slightly decent. Once she'd brushed it she realised she basically had a half straight and half crinkled look going on, so she voted for chucking it up on the top of her head in a slightly scruffy bun. Image She didn't even have time to put contact lenses in (to her own dismay) and had to clean her glasses on her loose floaty vest as she pulled it on over the top of a tighter black one. She checked herself in the mirror and became aware of the fact her zipper was completely forgotten and thankful she'd caught it before she left her room, she pulled it up and slipped into some beaten up burgundy converse. Grabbing a cardigan and pulling arm warmers on (more as part of her quirky fashion sense then for the practicality of wearing them) she ran out the door- her alarm ringing away still as she slammed the door behind her.

Tapping at her phone furiously, she was rushing out of her door as quickly as she possibly could; she typed out a message;

To Paige:
Over-slept like a year, cover for me? If it's needed? PLEASSSSEEEEE?


She had no recollection of what could have been going on today but she was certain, something was happening and it really worried her that she didn't remember. She knew obviously it was the best day back in classes and everything like that but there was something else, she was almost sure there was something else but then again, there probably wasn't since she didn't even know what day it was at this point in time. She made her way downstairs and then off towards the hall and she looked around at all the tables and blinked slightly, it felt busier than usual but that was probably the buzz about everyone coming back. She sighed slightly and with an exhausted expression made her way over to the Theta table and looked around at the others rubbing her forehead with a sigh of relief to be downstairs and to see that nothing too important seemed to be going on right that moment. She sat down, cross legged on her chair and sighed taking the moment to drink from the bottle of the water, she'd rammed into her bag on the way downstairs. Then she looked up as she put the drink away again and looked at the other's striking an all too typical 'Kellin' cheery smile.

"Hey guys! I have had the most insane morning so far- well not insane but busy- no dysfunctional," She corrected herself multiple times as she leant back in her chair, tilting her head back over the edge of it in exhaustion, wondering why on the first day back at school she had to be so late. She couldn't stop thinking how she must look like absolute shit and she'd probably forgotten everything she needed for that day but she kept cracking smiles and tried not to get all whiny and stressed about it. It was too late to fix any of it anyway, she should have been prepared and a thousand times more organised. I'll do that tomorrow, I'll be ready. She thought to herself and then she scoffed at the idea and shook her head almost amused Nah, no I god damn won't.

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"Hey! Nothing really. Naomi just ran off somewhere and I'm ready to go back to bed, what about you? Where have you been hiding all morning?"

Childishly smiling Amelia held the lollipop to one side of her mouth as she ate the rest of the of the cupcake. " Aww and here I wanted to hug her good morning!" the dancer pouted slightly but it quickly turned back into that cute smile of hers.

" Well milady, I have been dancing all morning. I felt the groove and needed to let it out, I finally got that choreograph I was working on down!" she almost beamed with pride as she struck a comical superhero stance with her hands on her hips, valiantly looking towards the sky. The young woman laughed a bit at her own silly action after realizing it was a silly thing to do and dropped her hands.

Suddenly Amy felt arms around her and tilted her head back slightly enough to see who it was. She smiled again when she saw it was Naomi and turned in her arms to hug back. " Naomi!" she smiled and spoke a bit muffled because of the tight hug, not like she minded at all actually, she loved affection.

"Please tell me you've got some dance for us to perform because I've got music and a lot of excess energy to burn off right now."

Smiling to herself, Amy already knew what song she felt like dancing to. It was a routine the whole group new and had fun doing. Pulling her phone from her pocket she plugged it up to the small but loud portable speaking that amazing bass then went over to her backpack and slipped on her socks and shoes. The choreograph was a collaboration of both Amy and Naomi but there was also another song the dancer wanted to dance too but she thought she would leave that one for last, as a surprise because it was a fun little dance they haven't done in a while. "Request is mine, captain."

The song began to play and Amy flawlessly went with the grove, letting Naomi join in when ever she wanted. She knew that her sister knew the choreograph so she could jump in whenever she wanted with the correct moves. During the part of the choreograph where they had to do the patty cake Amy couldn't help but to laugh for that couple of seconds before returning to the foot movements. By the time the song finished, Amy wasn't at all tired she smiled and looked over to Naomi. "I've got a surprise for you." she cooed as she spun her hat back around and lowered it a bit so it looked like it covered her eyes.

Once more another song began to play and Amy couldn't help but to joke around a bit in the beginning and point towards Zoe signaling her to come over with a finger. This song was a three person dance and Amy had actually taught Zoe the whole choreograph for this song because of that reason. When that bass hit though so did Amy and hard, she caught Kellin from the corner of her eye as she danced and winked at her with a smirk. She did the same with random people watching her to grab their attention more making a few people blush. Amy also did winked at both Emerson and Elysia earning a rather interesting response from them.

After that good five minutes of dancing the dancer exhaled loudly. " That. Was. Awesome!" the girl didn't even notice the small crowd they had attracted around their booth. At least her dancing brought them some freshmen and she felt a bit accomplished about it. Without a second though the asian bowed with a bright smile then collapsed on the grass panting a bit then loudly exclaimed. " I wanna go to bed now!" which earned some laughs and giggles from the crowd.

For a second it looked as if she was going to fall asleep in the cool shade but instead Amy shot straight up walking over to Kellin. She crouched down next to her chair and greeted her with a kiss on the lips that took her a good second to pull away from. "Mmm, Morning beautiful." she smiled before holding her hand out to her. " Wanna dance? I think I got a nice smooth song we can dance too."