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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 17:24:57 GMT
Every morning, without fail, it was Gideon's stomach that woke him up. Whether it be the loud growls that the organ produced or the general feeling of discomfort that radiated throughout his body, it was plenty enough incentive for the youth to mumble something about breakfast and roll his happy behind out of bed. On this particular morning, it took a few moments for his green eyes to adjust, though he resisted the urge to rub them. The last thing he wanted was a sleepy finger being thrust into his eye.
Gideon heaved a sigh and rolled his blankets back, his exposed torso feeling the chill of the air around him. Without too much hesitation, he stood and grabbed a comfortable crewneck sweater from the night before, tugging it over his head. It was a black garment with the logo of some random college scrawled across the front, though Gideon had never researched where it was even located. He was a bit of a freeloader, when it came down to it, and didn't care what he was wearing so long as his face was still in pristine condition.
After taking a moment to brush his teeth and properly muss his hair, the blondish brunette gave a big stretch and began to make his way toward the cafeteria, not bothering to put any 'presentable' clothing on. His lower half was clad in some gray grandpa slippers and red and black checkered lounge pants, a pair of classics that he'd never be able to give up. Combined with the sweater, he looked like a particularly lazy human, though the glow that came with his mindset was evident to most he passed by. It didn't matter what he was wearing - he would rock it.
Once he'd made it to the cafeteria, he made sure to load his plate up with as much protein as possible before scoping out a particularly secluded corner, where he promptly took his food and his attitude. It took him a moment to settle in, choosing a table along the wall. Once he decided he was sufficiently comfortable, the werecougar dug right in to the bacon that was on his plate, trying to eat with a delicacy that his complaining stomach didn't want to allow.
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Aug 13, 2017 19:12:55 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 19:12:55 GMT
Rolling the scarlet covers round Junipers tiny frame, snores escaped the red heads lips haphazardly – the only movement that disturbed the elf’s peaceful rest. Her alarm buzzed on her phone and sprung to life – reaching over to her bedside table in a manner she had a number of times before Juniper pressed snooze and returned her head to the fluffy pillows. Only minutes later the alarm sprung to life once more and this time when she rolled over to hit snooze she rolled into nothingness and landed with a thud on the scratchy carpet. She groaned loudly.
“Why do bad things happen to good people.” She moaned.
Untangling herself from the mess of covers Juniper stood up ran a hand through her hair. She was undoubtedly awake now. Wonderful – just wonderful there went her hopes of a long lie in today and her dreams as well. She chuckled at her own pun. Before she stretched and clicking her bones to rightness before she moved to ready herself for the day ahead. At least she hadn’t missed breakfast – which was something the young Elf was prone to missing – in her haste of actually enjoying something hearty in the morning she tripped over her pyjama bottoms and stumbled into the bathroom and began her morning routine.
Finally Juniper was ready. Grabbing her satchel she raced out of her room and made her way to the cafeteria. Already it was completely packed with students and she couldn’t see her friends anywhere. Grabbing a bowl of berries and other assorted fruits (sue her she was stereotype) she debated a small stack of pancakes – pros where more food cons she’d already eaten so much this week. Her grumbling stomach decided for her and without hesitating she piled the pancakes onto her tray and searched for a place to sit.
Again, there was nowhere. Clearly her friends had more sense than Juniper did and had gotten in and out early. Clever. She clearly needed to take a leaf out of their books.
Finally her eyes landed on an almost empty table at the back of the room. Marching forward she made a number of half hearted apologies as she meandered through the crowd.
“Sorry, everywhere else is full, I’m going to sit here. Hope you don’t mind every other tables really full.” She announced as she placed her tray down. Not that she cared if he did mind – if it was going to such an issue he could find elsewhere. “My names Juniper," she said introducing herself "I think we have a class together right?" she recognized him from somewhere but she couldn't place him.
outfit
Word count: 430
Psa: she's civil until she needs to be sassy
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Aug 13, 2017 19:49:04 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 19:49:04 GMT
Gideon Goldstone was not a morning person, in any sense of the term. He didn't like waking up, he didn't have that good morning glow, and he sure as hell didn't like talking. It just wasn't something his brain could handle. Luckily for him, his body was the one driving his movements, and his brain was temporarily allowed to rest once more. As the cafeteria filled in around him he paid no mind to the others, instead preferring to fully engage his various cuts of pork and groups of carbs. He almost didn't notice the girl as she approached him, so engaged in his plate, but as soon as she spoke he looked up at her with a rather shameful expression, his green eyes looking confused and his brows delivering the impression that he was not the most friendly of people. That probably wasn't something this girl gave a single care about, however, because she'd already began trying to initiate conversation. Gideon sighed inwardly and fought off an eye roll, finishing off a piece of his bacon. "Sure, whatever." Might as well make her feel somewhat welcome, as it was clear that she didn't really have any other options. Gideon didn't care, and he would have been able to care a whole lot less had she just sat down and ate her food in silence. Instead, he was obligated to introduce himself and play around with her small talk. "Gideon," he mumbled, cramming some pancake into his mouth as obnoxiously as possible. Maybe he could scare her off. "Not sure if we have class together," he mustered, sass deciding to rear its ugly head, "but you do look pretty generic, so..."The youth took a moment to rack his brain for any girls named Juniper, but he came up short. Truth of the matter was, he was so self-absorbed he didn't know 87% of the names of the kids in his classes. The only ones he noticed were the ones he was forced to work with in group projects. Notes: here we go lmao
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Aug 13, 2017 21:33:25 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 21:33:25 GMT
Juniper rolled her eyes okay, she’d let that one slide it was the morning after all perhaps some people weren’t civil before their morning coffee. She knew some people had to have some sort of caffeine boast to take the arsehole in them away. Perhaps he needed another cup. She was sure they did have classes together but if he didn’t want to argue the subject then she wouldn’t force it. She rolled her eyes as he aggressively chewed his pancakes. If he wanted to give himself heartburn then that was entirely up to him – though the site was disgusting she refused to let her distaste show.
“Hmm,” she said pretending to consider what Gideon had said “I suppose I would look pretty generic to someone dressed like they just escaped from an elderly care home” said Juniper as she took in his rather ‘cosy’ appearance “but don’t worry Gideon I won’t hold it against you- I guess all us young ones sort of blur into one when people hit your age.” she mused dryly, she popped a berry into her mouth with a tiny smirk. The taste was bitter. Much like her current companions attitude, he was a card bored cut out of the brooding grumpy guy trope.
Now Junipers sense of self perseveration told her to leave the subject alone – she’d said her piece retorted there was no need to annoy Gideon anymore; tragically Juniper never really listened to that sensible voice in her head so she cocked her head to one side and raised a perfectly knitted eyebrow.
“Though if we are talking about generic people your hardly one to talk” she said shrugging her shoulders cutting into her own pancakes.
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Aug 13, 2017 22:27:53 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 22:27:53 GMT
"Ha ha," Gideon quipped dryly, taking a moment away from his plate to take a swig of water and get any remnants of food out of his teeth. "You're hilarious." Despite the fact that he was taking her insults in stride, there was a niggling feeling that he might lose this battle. Then again, it was clear Juniper never been on a college campus, because this was literally how everyone dressed, save perhaps the try hards who were trying to find their true love. Such notions were preposterous, and with a face like Gideon's, one didn't need to try hard.
"Ah, but that's the thing," Gideon mused, sawing at his sausage patty with a fork, "as you said yourself, I'm hardly generic. Apparently I've set myself aside by looking like someone's grandfather." Using someone's words against them was one of Gideon's self-proclaimed specialties, as there was nothing he liked more than convincing someone he'd told them so. "If being comfortable were a crime, I suppose this is jail." He said these words with a pleasantly charming smile on his face, though he was certain the arid tone he'd used had conveyed his sarcasm adequately. He gave a bat of his lashes and forked the sausage bit into his mouth.
He chewed the pork thoughtfully as he stared the young woman down, leaning back in his chair. "You know, I'm sure I've seen you somewhere." These words were carefully said, a spark of mischief in Gideon's green-grey eyes. He pretended to be deep in thought for a moment, pursing his lips, drawing his brows together.
"Ah, yes. One of the basics." Despite the fact that the girl before him hardly seemed basic, he couldn't help himself. The play on words was clever, though he feared whatever retort came next might actually manage to start cutting away at his ego. While everyone around them chattered on about more important things, he was engaged in a petty argument with a stranger.
Joy.
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