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Herman Andrews

"Bitch, please. My eyebrows give me inspiration." minor w.i.p

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a character in “The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword”, originally authored by cc.jones, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” }
- Hans Christian Andersen, The Complete Fairy Tales
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|{Full Name}|
Herman Christopher Andrews.

|{Nickname}|
Andrew {Common; liked} // "Babydoll" {Often; adored} // Hans {Rarely; neutral}.

|{Birthday}|
2nd April.

|{Age}|
Twenty [20].

|{Ethnicity}|
Dutch 75% // English 19% // Swedish 6%

|{Sexuality}|
Openly Homosexual

|{Writer}|
Hans Christian Anderson




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{“My life will be the best illustration of all my work.” }
-Hans Christian Anderson

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
â–ĒFinds it quite difficult to maintain eye contact unless he gets really passionate about something or upset. // â–ĒCan get really excited when talking about something he cares about and tends to start speaking fast. // â–ĒNo matter where he is or what he is doing, he always makes time to be a gentleman (ie. opening the door for females, picking up their items, carrying said items if they seem a little heavier than he would prefer, etc.) // â–ĒArranges his colored candies by color and then eats them in this order: most hated to most favorite. // â–ĒDrums his fingers on a flat surface when he's bored. // â–ĒCurses like a sailor when he's angry. // â–ĒAlways has a small notepad to write in. // â–ĒTransitions from English to Dutch to English again without realizing it when he's angry. // â–ĒMeditates silently to himself when he feels stressed or really upset. // â–ĒHas a constant supply of hand sanitizer // â–Ē Can't Whisper For His Life. Has a Stage Whisper. // â–ĒOften squeals when coming on to juicy gossip // â–Ē Flutters eyes whenever flirting

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
⚘Confidence⚘ Playing The Piano ⚘Singing ⚘Comforting People || Cheering Them Up ⚘Making Others Look Good ⚘Optimistic || Charismatic ⚘Encouraging ⚘Ballet || Tap || Jazz ⚘Resolving Conflicts ⚘Plotting Out Stories ⚘Creative

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
⚘ ADHD ⚘Cooking ⚘Heavy Spender ⚘Cooking

|{Hobbies}|
{Playing the Piano } { Singing || Karaoke } { Writing || Screen Writing || Directing } { Going To Musicals} {Daydreaming} {Cleaning} {Flirting} {Collects Fedora Hats} {Gossiping} {Shopping}

|{Fears}|
øChipped Nailsø
øHeightsø
øGetting A Stain On His Clothesø
øBeesø
øWrinklesø
øGrowing Oldø

|{Secrets}|
"Babydoll has no secrets, honey. I'm all open to the public."

|{Bucket List}|
{Move to New York City, New York} {Win An Oscar || Win A Grammy} {Become A Bestselling Author} {Walk The Runway} {Star In A Television Series} {Direct A Broadway Musical} {ĖļSĖļtĖļaĖļrĖļ ĖļIĖļnĖļ ĖļAĖļ ĖļMĖļuĖļsĖļiĖļcĖļaĖļlĖļ}Ėļ {ĖļWĖļiĖļnĖļ ĖļAĖļwĖļaĖļrĖļdĖļ ĖļFĖļoĖļrĖļ Ėļ'ĖļBĖļeĖļsĖļtĖļ ĖļHĖļaĖļiĖļrĖļ'Ėļ}Ėļ {ĖļMĖļeĖļeĖļtĖļ ĖļLĖļaĖļdĖļyĖļ ĖļGĖļaĖļgĖļaĖļ}Ėļ {ĖļMĖļeĖļeĖļtĖļ ĖļBĖļeĖļyĖļoĖļnĖļcĖļÊĖļ}Ėļ {ĖļOĖļwĖļnĖļ Ėļ1Ėļ8Ėļ9Ėļ ĖļFĖļeĖļdĖļoĖļrĖļaĖļ ĖļHĖļaĖļtĖļsĖļ}Ėļ

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{“Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.” }
-Hans Christian Anderson




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|{Personality}|
{Charismatic, Impulsive, Adaptive, Arrogant, Mischievous, Dramatic}

Herman has his own brand of what most people would call charisma- a trait that isn't exactly in Arcane University, which is known for it's charismatic and easygoing students. His charisma is the sort that one might find in the person that everyone scolds, but secretly loves all the same. He has this endless energy and cheerfulness that simply draws people in- after all, when you sing, the mountains echo it back, and when one laughs, the world laughs with you. He learned this at some point in his life, and thus came to be the sort of person who makes a point with his happiness- and is able to pull people towards him through it. He has a magnetic quality, really, that makes people want to go along with what he says, even though reason tells them not to. It's because he seems to imply the sort of memories and adventures of youth that one looks fondly upon- a Peter Pan of sorts, perhaps.

And this hint of adventure and carefree tendencies stems from an impulsive streak that is a mile wide. The only thing Herman cannot resist is temptation- or so he claims, quoting Oscar Wilde. Thinking things through is what he leaves to other people while he charges into things head first and without a single thought as to what the consequences of his reckless actions, for they often are reckless, might have. While this impulsiveness has gotten him into plenty of situations, it also has been the source of many grand memories. Herman doesn't let opportunities pass him by because he doesn't take them quickly enough- and thus finds himself in all sorts of fun [and trouble]. Most of his adventures begin with a tiny, thoughtless decision, and escalate from there. It can never be claimed that Herman is merely a spectator- he likes to grab life by the lapels and has his way with it.

His impulse has been allowed to grow thanks to a very effective fertilizer- adaptability. Sure, he may get himself into tight situations, or strange ones, often enough, but Herman also has the capacity to change and evolve enough to rise to such occasions. He is a quick thinker if there ever was one, the sort who relies on in-the-moment processing and gut instincts. Perhaps he may not solve the long-term problem, but Parker can deal with the now. Given any number of situations, he is capable of altering himself and adapting to them. It may draw into question how concrete a person he really is, this capacity, but he's also seemed more fluid than solid- changing to fit the container, free and moving.

Herman does have a bit of an ego, that much must be admitted. Part of his social competence comes from the confidence that he is worth listening to and liking. Just believing that enough yourself is often a step to make other people, inherently impressionable, believe the very same thing of you. Of course, Herman is not simply confident- he is downright arrogant. The concept of him failing is so out there to Herman, despite having happened before, that he acts as though he cannot lose, speaks as though his words are fact, and grins like the sort of person for whom everything has always worked out. His utter lack of preparation and consideration for the future stems wholly from the certainty he possess that he is good enough to figure things out when he gets there, that he'll be able to work everything out for himself. As of yet, this has never led to a great failure for him, but it surely must eventually- especially if he were ever to be rejected or tossed aside.

There is a somewhat impish side of Herman. Well, perhaps that is his entire side, for he is the sort to sneak out at night, bend rules like rubber, and break them altogether if it fits his need. Herman loves pranks and laughter and freedom and reckless bravery- they, to him, define youth, and he has always been terrified of growing old. They interweave with his flair for dramatics- something that has been a source of amusement and irritation for those around him for many years. If he is going to do something, Herman will do it big, or not alone. He doesn't do one-acts or half-shows or 'good efforts'. If life is a stage, and poorly cast, Herman plans to be the exception to the rule. If nothing else, he has an inherent craving for attention, and seeks it out through absurd stunts and pure cockiness.




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{“To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy. ” }
-Hans Christian Anderson



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▲Short cuts ▲Daydreamers ▲Original Ideas ▲Spontaneity ▲Gummy Bears // Skittles // Twizzlers // Gum ▲ Cleaning ▲Public Speaking ▲Surprises ▲Dating // Cheesy Romantic Gestures // Cuddling ▲ Clever Costumes // Talented People // General Cleverness ▲Movie Nights // Being With Friends // Parties ▲Taking Pictures ▲The Spotlight ▲Fashion // Scarves // Hats // Cashmere Sweaters ▲Drama Classes ▲The Arts ▲Broadway // Musicals // Plays ▲ Harmony // Friendship // Avoiding Disputes ▲New York // Paris // California▲Traveling ▲Dancing ▲Harmless Pranks // Cheesy Jokes // Pick-up Lines ▲Free-time ▲Romantic Movies // Chick Flicks // 80s Movies // Bad Horror Flicks ▲Singing ▲Males




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â–ŧSocks With Sandals // Bad Perms // Bad Fashion Trends â–ŧ Boredom // Idleness â–ŧStubbornness â–ŧPrivacy â–ŧBeing Ignored â–ŧComplete Silence â–ŧSuspense â–ŧAction Flicks // Slasher Movies // Anime â–ŧDeadlines // Specific Timesâ–ŧSmall Groups â–ŧExtreme Shyness â–ŧHumiliation â–ŧ Getting Up Early // Going To Bed Early â–ŧBad Acne // Wrinkles â–ŧ Raisins // Chocolate // Lollipops â–ŧMost Rhyming Poems â–ŧGray // Orange // Yellow â–ŧFailing â–ŧWriter's Block â–ŧ Homophobias // Religious Judgments // Racism // Sexism




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Character Dialogue || #DBA0A0

Face Claim || Chris Colfer




ŠThis character is property of user cc.jones. Plagiarism of any kind will be reported.Š


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So begins...

Herman Andrews's Story

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




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








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








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








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

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Jade woke up with the sun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Morning. What are you reading?"

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To tell the truth, Jack held no particular fondness for sleeping in or getting up early. It rather depended on the circumstances, he believed. He could stay up all night working on a story or essay or in a deep discussion with a friend or he could go to bed early and wake up at the crack of dawn. In short, it depended on what he felt like. His only desire was that he'd have a cup of tea waiting for him in the morning.

He was not surprised to see other people in the kitchen. The Ink Saber dorm had a well-earned reputation for early risers. He nodded in greeting to a couple of people as he set himself to making a pot of tea. It was a habit he took from home. It was strange being so far away from home, though the two countries weren't two different. Visiting another Anglophone country was less of a culture shock than visiting, say, Turkey. But while Americans liked coffee in the morning, Jack felt that good Earl Grey tea was a must in the morning.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw a frustrated Eleanor enter the kitchen. He smiled at her friendly. They were as different as night and day, but Jack liked to think that they were friends. He set his cup of tea down and poured Eleanor a cup before placing the tea pot on the counter along with a few empty cups for anyone who wanted one. As he exited he stopped to greet Jade as he walked. It was nice to know someone else from the UK here and he admired her work as much as he did Eleanor's, though his fellow Brit only shared her work in class when she had to.

"Good morning. Excellent story last class."

That was his way. Short and friendly. If she was willing to talk more, he'd love to, but if not, he still had a gloomy Eleanor to cheer up. He took a seat on the couch next to said person and silently offered her a cup of tea. Looking at her laptop, he smiled.

"Paradise Lost is fascinating. I just finished my paper last night. Most people do not understand it, particularly the rhyme and meter. My copy has most of the words on the first few pages underlined, like the owner was expecting gold everywhere until the evidently gave up on reading it and sold it on ebay."

It was an offer to help if there ever was one and honestly, Jack liked this type of stuff. He gave a short nod to Rainier. He knew he was Eleanor's friend, but the two hadn't had the chance to talk that much.

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When John woke up, it was with a slight headache. He had been hard at work the night before shoring up his latest essay's defenses. He and a few of his political science teachers did not exactly see eye to eye on great many of things. It was only natural that they would be more critical of arguments which contradicted their own opinions.

He got dressed, deciding to wear black today based on the fact that he seemed to look good in it, and proceeded towards the dorm's kitchen. Rather than making breakfast from scratch, he opened up the refrigerator and found a container with his name taped across it. Day old pizza was a favorite breakfast food of his. It was only thing his dad knew how to cook in the morning.

As he microwaved a plate full of five cheese pizza, he saw a pot of tea ready for anyone who wanted one and poured himself a cup. As he took it out, he saw Victoria preparing herself some oatmeal and a smiled played at his lips.

"Awfully traditional this morning, aren't we?" John commented playfully. The two of them could not be more different, she an upper-class girl with revolutionary sympathies and he, an adamant capitalist from a working class background. He took a small bite of his pizza before setting his plate down on the counter and taking a sip of tea.

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The alarm rang at 8 o'clock sharp. After a few jabs at the snooze button, Alec prepared himself mentally for the day ahead. Part of him just wanted to lie in bed for the rest of the day. But as he neatly tucked in the last corner, he thought against it. Instead he dressed in a buttoned up shirt and a sweater vest. But he spoiled the preppy exterior by rolling up his sleeves and leaving his hair a wavy mess. He took his journal with him and stuck a pen behind his ear.

As he headed into the common room, he saw the others going about their morning and took a bracing sigh. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed. He poured himself some coffee and toast and sat near the TV, half-listening to the news. Then he set to work on his latest poem. It was a mess of words on a page, littered with notes and lines, splotches and scribbles. It had to be perfect and yet no matter what he did, perfection slipped through his fingers. The problem was, he lacked inspiration. His immediate world was orderly and neat and all the chaos he left at home was far away. Everything was black and white and left his pages an uninspired mess. What he needed was to break out of his comfort zone but even the idea left him ill at ease.

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*Beep, Beep, Beep*

Nichole Esme d'Mac Ealair woke to the aggravating sound of her bedside clock. Without rising from the comfort of her bed, instead she dragged her hand out from beneath the heavy mountain of blankets that hovered over her, and hit the 'snooze button.' She grunted to herself as she dismantle the blankets and sat up in a sloppy position.

*Click* There was suddenly a flash from a camera that seemed to stun her.

"This is definitely going on my twitter page." A familiar voice said.

Nichole was startled when she found her best friend, Herman Andrews, lounging at the edge of her bed with a cream cheese bagel in his hand. "What the hell, Herman?" she bellowed as she rubbed her eyes back to reality.

"Dayumm! It wouldn't kill you to at least look presentable even when you wake up. You need Jesus, honey." He then took a huge chunk of the bagel and gorged it down as if he was a deranged savage who hadn't eaten in days; months even.

A low growl escaped Nichole's lips as she charged herself at him, "Herman!" However, he was already running down the hallway and she followed almost tripping as she went. She chased him all the way into the kitchen where students were already hanging out, seeing the two already going at it again early in the morning made everyone turned within a three-standing radius turned to look at them; at Nichole for she was still dressed in her kiddie pajamas.

There was no where to look without meeting curious eyes.

Herman came over to her, his hips swaying side to side and arms spread out. "You're just the cutiest wittle thing," He embraced her, squeezing her hard to the point where she couldn't breath. But of course Nichole didn't mind. Herman was well-known for giving out the best hugs...and kisses. He was a true ladies man at are. If he wasn't strickly dickly that it.

Nichole tried very hard not to be tempted in Herman's affections to the point where she softly nudged him away. "You're such an ass,"

Herman only stuck his tongue out as he scarfed down what was left of his food while at the same time he hoped over the couch and sat next to Rainer. "Hey, at least I'm not the only one who thinks that." he winked at Rainer flirtatiously in a way that told him that he knew what was going on between the two of them.

Nichole was over by the fridge and drinking out of the carton of orange juice when she heard him which made her turn her head towards him as he spoke. "Oh, get a life."

"Not until you get yours." he came over and snatched the carton from Nichole's lips causing her to spill some on her pj's, and went back toward the couch.

"Jerk!" She shouted after him.

He flashed her the finger, "Kiss my ass, bish. Kiss my ass."

Nichole couldn't other than smile at him. He was always such a jokester, but she loved him for that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

*Wrrrrrrrt. Wrrrrrrrrrrt. Wrrrrrrrrrt.*

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


From:Bri-Bri {Briony}

To:Big Mama {Nichole}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning."

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

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

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

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