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[JAYASHRI EVE WINSTON]

just give me moments
not hours or days

It was a dreary, grey day in Oxfordshire. Clouds hung morosely over the village green. Jayashri buttoned up her trench coat as she walked down the cobbled path. She then crossed her arms, in an effort to retain some warmth. Truth be told it was not a particularly cold day by English standards; Jayashri was simply used to the lazy days relaxing under the hot Australian sun. The change in weather was something she had yet to get used to, as even winter in Sydney could be considered mild spring weather here. Jaya resolved that she would become used to the cold, as she planned to complete her degree in the U.K. Running home to Mum for money and company held little appeal. Independence had been something that Jaya had always craved, and she wouldn't easily give it up now that she had it.

With a heavy textbook in hand, Jayashri turned a winding corner and continued along the path. She scanned the park for somewhere nice and green to sit, before looking up to the cloudy sky. No doubt it would begin raining soon and her plan to study outdoors would fail. In Sydney she'd spent many mornings sitting in the botanical gardens, watching joggers go past and people proclaim their love for each other as she tried to focus on her studies. People watching was always interesting to Jayashri; she liked to make up fake names and histories for the people she saw that interested her. It kept things amusing, especially when she was on her own.

Jayashri found a nice patch of ground under the shade of a large oak tree. She lay upon the lush grass, with her stomach on the ground, legs crossed in the air, and her hands propping up her chin. She really did want to get in a bit of study before she'd have to escape the rains. However, just as Jayashri was about to open her Torts Law textbook, a heavy shadow loomed over her. There was somebody directly behind her. She quickly sat up and turned to see who had encroached upon her study time.

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word count: 355
notes: sorry this is short! i didn't really feel like writing an epic...
outfit: here

[SEBASTIAN ADAM MCALISTER]

MOST PEOPLE CAN'T SLEEP
feeling he's out, on the streets
he's my creep - he's my creep - he's my creep - he's my creep - he's my creep

Sebastian looked up to the heaven and a little smile landed on his lips. It was the perfect time to be out in the park where it was open and it was about to rain. He wanted to be alone and what better place to be when it rains then in the park? No one ever stays for long in a park if it starts raining. He wanted to feel the rain on his hands and on his fingers he needed the chills that it would give him, but more than that he wanted to feel sick and soaked all the way into the bone. He didn’t have any more drugs; it had been at least two days since he last had been fulfilling several of his addictions, or as he sometimes likes to call it, his pleasures. He loved how the mind just empties all at once and you feel like you are in your own little bubble and no one can hurt you, but when you wake up with bruises around you, blood on your clothes and a girl beside you, you know that the bubble is a pure lie. The bubble doesn’t protect you, no, it more likely get you into some kind of fucked up situation that you can’t get out of. But that was how he liked it. The drama, the girls, the freedom. Three things that he had lived his life with the past 3 years.

Looking up to the dark gray sky a smirk landed on his lips as he felt the chills through his thin jacket, or at least it was thin for this time of year, but he loved the jacket and he couldn’t even explain why he loved it, all he could say was that he did, he did actually quite like it. He was heading towards a bench when he saw a girl lying on her stomach with a book in her hands. He couldn’t help but smirk for a second as he changed direction and started to walk towards her instead. She was dressed all in black, her jeans, her jacket, her hat, hell, even her shoes were black and with the dark hair she was almost impossible to spot on this dark and gray day. She had no umbrella, which for a second surprised him, because even he, who had come out here to feel the rain against his skin had an umbrella in hope that he wouldn’t look all that different to the rest running around there, trying to avoid the rain. But this girl, this girl was lying there on the ground, without an umbrella, even though it was oh so obvious that it was going to rain soon, and he instantly got a good opinion about her.

He didn’t realize that he would shadow from the sun, but when she turned around to face him, he didn’t really care what had made her turn around, he just cared about the fact that she had turned around and that it now was his turn to open his mouth. ”Okay, I need to know this. Why are ou out here before it’s about to rain, without an umbrella? And do you have a boyfriend?” it wasn’t Sebastian’s attempt to hit on her, but when he first had opened his mouth the words had fallen out before he had the time to stop them. His words always seemed to do that when he wasn’t in full control of his body, which he never actually was. Words he was only good with when he had had a few drinks, and right now, that was not the case.

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[JAYASHRI EVE WINSTON]

just give me moments
not hours or days

One thing that Jayashri noticed about rain was the way it made normal people scurry about like Neanderthals. She’d admittedly forgotten the plain black mini umbrella that could fold up into her bag, but she wouldn’t go running about like a monkey to escape the rains. A little water never hurt anyone and while the drenched rat look wasn’t one she’d necessarily go after, there was something so free about being relaxed in a rainstorm. Her Torts Law textbook would be difficult to replace if it were water damanged, since it was so expensive and the College bookstore often ran out of books for core units. She desperately needed her Torts Law book for upcoming tutorials and assessments; waiting for a new one to be ordered in from the bookstore wasn’t an option. Looking up at the darkening sky, Jayashri shoved her textbook into her oversized handbag. Hopefully it would be nice and safe.

Having to gaze up at the man, who had cast a shadow over her, made him look more tall and imposing than he really was. It made Jayashri feel strangely vulnerable, and she didn’t like the feeling. She’d always been extremely competent and independent; growing up, she was the one who had ‘mothered’ her own mother and the role reversal suited them both down to a T. Although she felt the urge to stand up, she decided not to. It would be awkward and it wasn’t like she’d reach his full height anyway. Jayashri had been something of a runt as a child and had believed that she would stay short forever; a freak growth spurt when she was 17 thankfully meant that she stood at the average height of 5'5". While she would have liked to end up taller, her height, while not intimidating, could be taken seriously in the courtroom.

The man that was speaking to her was someone she didn’t know from College; not that she’d made many friends in Oxford anyway. He was good looking though, in his handsome coat, and his accent was lovely. Not for the first time, Jayashri cursed how course her own Australian accent sounded in comparison to that of other English speaking countries. Her voice came as a shock to most people in the U.K., who tended to expect her to sound English or like a Bombay telemarketer. Most of the time she wished she did. It wasn’t like she had a twang or that squeaky old fashioned Australian voice, but her accent always managed to embarrass her a bit. She’d noticed that, when speaking, Australians tended to have a higher pitch at the end of their sentences, like they were permanently asking questions. It was something that she was trying to get rid of in her own voice.

Jayashri sent the man a bright, fleeting smile after he’d spoken. Outside of pubs and clubs, it wasn’t often that someone asked her relationship status. It had been a year since she’d been serious with someone and she’d never felt like jumping back into a relationship. Despite what those stupid Jennifer Aniston romantic comedies wanted women to believe, being single was not a problem to be solved. Jayashri was certain that having a partner would make everything stale and boring. She looked at the man again and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m more worried about passing this semester than finding a boyfriend”, she countered truthfully. She placed both of her hands behind her on the grass, and leaned back gently. With her head tilted slightly to the side, she continued, “Why bring an umbrella? It’s a perfectly nice day out – I like the rain. Do you ask all the girls if they’ve forgotten an umbrella?”

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word count: 616
notes: this is getting interesting...
outfit: here