Thread: Second Chances [MR AZ]

This is a private RolePlay about college life between myself and MR AZ. Please don't post. Please do follow along if you're interested. In yet another example of truth rivaling fiction, Landon University housed an encyclopedia's worth of secrets along the pristinely waxed floors of its parallel hallways. So long as money was flowing in, questions weren't coming out as to why some students' filed paperwork was sketchy, at best, and downright impossible at worst. If the kids completed the work presented to them, the school board didn't give a damn - their wallets were full and their stomachs round, and the reputation of their university untarnished. Why should they care about the legitimacy of their pupils? Their money would be accepted by the banks regardless, and as such, they were welcome. Several days had passed since students began trickling in. Dorms were assigned and settled into. Schedules were dispersed. On this particular Monday morning, the daily schedule contained only the welcoming assembly, a short introduction of the school's core beliefs and goals alongside a rundown of lackadaisical rules. Tuition was mentioned no fewer than seven times. Classes didn't start until the following day it gave students who lived off-campus rare, due to the two hour bus ride to and from the school the same chance to acquaint with their new surroundings as their live-in peers had already gotten. Many groups gathered to begin socializing, chattering and making new friends, taking full advantage of the opportunity to network with others sharing their interests. Previous friends and acquaintances who'd met outside of the university, whether as classmates or otherwise, enjoyed catching up on each others' lives, and talk of lovers, grades, and fields of study defying past expectations flew back and forth. Some preferred to get a head start on their studies - nerds and geeks with books permanently glued to their noses - and found the muggy, overcast day a perfect occasion to park on a library chair and pore over a textbook. Ava Bailey was one such geek. Having taken a peek at the class's syllabus, she could easily discern the pages her class would be assigned through deductive reasoning. Line by line, she took efficient notes, neglecting to notice that lunchtime had come and passed work to be done translated to lack of hunger, thirst, or other petty human needs. The only thing she noticed was a slight chill biting at her legs, covered only by pantyhose beneath her simple black skirt. Rubbing her calves together to stave it off, she sighed softly her peripheral vision caught a figure moving in her direction, whose goal was clearly to socialize. Hi, The blonde girl beamed as Ava raised her head, and, just as chipper, gestured to a chair across the table. Mind if I sit here? The answer was yes, in honesty. However, being blatantly rude to a stranger would be detrimental long-run it was impossible to know who she might need in the future. Taking a plaintive glance to the countless empty tables around the room, attempting to get her unwanted visitor to take the hint, the brunette sniffed. If you're quiet, I have no reason to decline, Content to leave it at that, her book received her attention once more. The twisting in her gut left no doubt that it would not end so easily, a gut feeling which instantly proved correct. Still bubbly, the girl added, Well, I actually wanted to get to know you! I don't know anyone here, and you -- Despite initial caution, her irritation quickly got the better of her diplomatic faade. Not interested in what you're selling, Deadpan, she didn't bother to look up. The stranger's crestfallen face was practically audible, eliminating the need. With a tiny, confused groan, the guest continued. No, no, I don't want to sell you anything, I just wanted to be friends, I'd never be a good salesman anyway! She laughed, awkwardly rubbing at the back of her neck, a fitting gesture for a clueless ditz. Clich blondes were boring, not amusing, else Ava might've cracked a smirk. O-or, a sales woman , I guess! Pushy enough to succeed as one, for certain, In fact, her inability to sense an unspoken 'no' would be a boon in said career. The fact that her honey brown eyes remained cast over her book seemed to do the trick, and the disappointed pest gave up and walked off. Finally. Her notes wouldn't write themselves.