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[NOAH JAMES MICHAELSON]

It was one of those days where Noah had a break in between classes. So, what did the twenty two year old decide to do? He left campus, brought a bottle of whiskey and mixed it with coke. Most would ask why the hell would Noah drink in school. Well, he tended to hide it well and being able to hold his alcohol was pretty easy for the six foot three male who was only drinking a little. But still, he knew once he was done with the whiskey bottle he would have a good buzz going and class wouldn't suck so much. Not that it entirely sucked, it was just slow...Made him want to go home and do his own thing, smoke and play drums. He could of been doing that already if he didn't fuck it up with Gavin he would already be playing drums in a band and things would be going his way.

Well, that didn't end up happening and here he was now. In another contienent. Going to school where people had weird accents. Well, Noah thought they were amusing. That was probably because he just had some head problems. He wasn't the sanest person here. He was pretty weird. He knew others thought he was weird, but was friends with him because he partied San Diego style, which was pretty hard partying. He just missed his brother. That was Noah's big problem. Gavin wasn't exactly on talking terms with him. The fact was Noah fucked that up. He could fix it, but he didn't. he was too fucking stubborn for that. He wasn't going to say sorry first. Gavin was.

Noah pulled at the sleeves of his hoodie and chewed on his lip ring. He unscrewed the cap to the flask and took another sip, sitting on top of one of the tables rather than on the chairs. Not his chair, not his problem was his whole though. Noah adjusted his hat, he should of brought some weed although, he could probably get in trouble for that and he was trying to avoid getting in trouble. He use to smoke in bathrooms back in his old school and it wasn't that hard to not get caught. But now, well...he wasn't going to risk it. He didn't feel like risking anything right now. His foster parents just wanted him to avoid trouble, which was hard for him now.

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[JAYASHRI EVE WINSTON]

just give me moments
not hours or days

The main law lecturer for one of Jayashri’s core units had fallen ill in the morning, which had led to the cancellation of an important lecture and tutorial. It wasn’t the lecturers fault – no one could really control illness, after all – but Jayashri was irritated with them all the same. Jaya bit her lip as she struggled with her incredibly heavy red handbag. The oversized bag’s strap was pressing down hard against her shoulder, and she knew that the skin there would be bright red. Luckily it was winter; in the summer she’d look like she had an awkward tan. Jayashri cursed under her breath. Everything would have been much better if the lecturer had the common decency to post about his illness online and inform his students not to turn up. She wouldn’t have wasted her time lugging her hefty law textbooks to College, and she could have slept in. Jaya almost melted at the thought of her nice, soft bed. Getting back there and sleeping for a few hours was now her main priority.

Thoughts of revenge against her dastardly lecturer – well, he wasn’t that bad, just a bit dotty in his old age – swirled in Jaya’s head. She’d been so lost in thought that she’d managed to get physically lost. Jaya readjusted her the strap on her messenger back again, in an attempt to more evenly distribute the weight of the textbooks. She’d been lost at College a few times since she’d been in Oxfordshire, as the grounds were really extensive. Maybe she’d wandered into the secondary school attached to the College? Jaya’s eyes glanced from left to right, drinking in her surroundings. It was a pretty courtyard with a few different paths leading out in different directions, and Jaya had no idea which path to take. Her fantasy of making it home in time to sleep more was probably going to remain just that: a fantasy.

Jaya walked briskly across the courtyard and while she was once again adjusting her oversized bag, she felt an intense throbbing pain in her big toe. “Motherfucker”, she breathed out and dropped her bag entirely. Just as she was about to collect herself and forge onward, Jaya noticed a bloke upon her table that she’d somehow managed to stub her toe on. For once, Jaya was thankful that she didn’t easily blush, because the display she’d just put on was terribly embarrassing. Instead of rushing away, Jaya’s lips quirked into a lopsided smile. She addressed the guy drinking from a flask, “Do you mind if I sit here for a moment?” Hopefully she’d be able to find some bandaids for her toe. It wasn’t like she packed a first aid kit in her bag, but she might have stored some old bandages in there.

tags: noah
word count: 464
notes: jaya seems crankier than normal.
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[NOAH JAMES MICHAELSON]

Noah was really well, weird. According to some people, like some of the people he went to school with. Maybe because he had a habit of getting upset when they were given something too basic. But that was Noah being Noah, they also thought he was weird because of the insane amount of tattoos covering his body. He loved the tattoos though, some he drew himself, others he let artist draw.

But most of them were amazing and he thought they absolutely awesome. Of course, the tattoos also made him a bit intimidating, which he didn't mean to be, but you know people. Once you get a tattoo of something with blood on it or the word dead, you're automatically a convict or something. He just didn't care though. He was on the path of getting out of school soon and that's all he really wanted to do and go back home, make a career of playing drums. That would sound more like his thing to do except he picked art college. Anything to make the folks happy though, since Gavin pissed them off, he had to do something to make them happy and that was it.


Noah wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings, only the need for nicotine. He itched for it as he sighed and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He looked around for a moment before sticking it in between his lips and lighting the tip, flicking the tiny green lighter till it popped out with a tiny spark, inhaling deeply, he sighed, letting it out and then taking another drag. That probably felt pretty good right now. Which it did. He heard walking and looked up to see a girl who kinda looked like she was struggling walk through. He had never seen her before but that was Noah, he barely spoke to other people unless it was about a party or whatever and stub her toe on the table. He just sat there, taking sips from the flask, keeping quiet. When she asked if she could sit there. Noah took another drag and blew it out to the other side, away from here. He was a good kid like that. "Uh, yeah sure. Want some?" He said, holding out the flask a little. Hey, he was just being nice and offering. Wasn't like he put any poision in it or anything, well. Unless you considered whiskey poision. But it really wasn't.

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lol, noah's pretty calm

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[JAYASHRI EVE WINSTON]

commerce dressed up as

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The pain in her toe, which was now thankfully numbing, had hindered Jaya’s ability to think straight. She was sure of it. Because, had she been in her right mind, some tattooed stranger offering her an unknown substance wouldn’t have been quite as tempting as it was now. Jaya didn’t smoke – that shit might relieve stress, but it could still give you cancer – but alcohol was something she’d always appreciated. The commune that she’d lived in between the ages of seven and twelve was really lax on minors possessing drugs. They had strict rules on diet (vegan) and dress (again, vegan), but everything else had centred on freedom and art. Her mother had frequently told her that she’d produced her best works in the mountain commune – though Jaya was positive that it had more to do with marijuana than the ‘chakra’ crap that her Mum went on about. They’d only moved back to the city because her promiscuous Mum had found a boyfriend in Pete, a director of some lowbrow Sydney art gallery. The dynamics of Jaya’s relationship with her Mum definitely changed when they moved. Being an only child, Jaya was used to being her mother’s friend and confidante, a position which Pete quickly usurped.

Jaya glanced at the tattooed guy through the corner of her eyes. He seemed really chilled out and his tattoos were exquisite. They were too well done for him not to care about artistry. She almost sighed audibly when she realised that he was exactly the type of person that she’d wanted to escape by moving to England. Jaya had wanted a fresh start, a clean slate where she could be more than just the illegitimate daughter of a notorious artist. At Brythewood College, there was no stigma about her and no expectations about how she would behave. No pesky journalists taking her photograph at parties. No friends at school asking if she only dated girls since they’d heard that her Mum fucked Jaya’s boyfriends. No one to frown upon her choice to eat meat and wear leather handbags... or whine about capitalism and the amount she spent on handbags.

Sitting near this bloke seemed like a worse idea by the minute. Despite being quite tempted by his flask of alcohol, Jaya shook her head. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll have to take a raincheck on that one. It’s not late enough for me to start drinking...” She wanted to ask him if it was even legal to drink on College grounds, or if he always drank during these hours... Instead of voicing her queries, she merely looked at him with dark questioning eyes.

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word count: 439
notes: i promise jaya will loosen up eventually...
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