Realistic or Modern Inseparable | Slice of Life

[Venusx]

Spoiler: Characters | Anesta Knight & Nayeli Esme

Name: Anesta Knight
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: Think soft and doting, with childlike intent. Anesta is a kind soul with a heart full of trust. She's a devoted student and excels academically. All of her teachers supported her fully in pursuing her degree. This resulted in her acceptance into a highly-esteemed Medical College. People naturally gravitate towards her warm disposition. It's unlikely for her to be unfriendly, and her circle has always expanded. Now with a new environment she's given the opportunity to expand that friend group. This affinity for making friends allowed for her to gravitate towards a love interest quite quickly. As a matter of fact, she met her permanent lover in the tenth grade, and they've been together ever since. Puppy love only allowed for her to flourish and blossom into a more loving and compassionate person. She's patient, considerate, some might say a bit naïve at times. Anesta seeks the best not only in herself but those she surrounds herself with. If anything, she's morally driven, and mentally very stable.

Appearance: Anesta is quite tall, standing at a decent height of 5'7'. She weighs about 140lbs and carries it well. Her shoulders are small, well-rounded: making for a very feminine frame. She wears a C cup at the bust and the rest falls down into her thighs and belly. Her obsidian hair is curly and falls just past shoulder-length. Her eyes are a piercing grey with a round nose and small, pink lips. She takes little effort towards her attire, and rather gravitates towards comfort over impression. She's a common doe, by her society's standards.

Name: Nayeli Esme
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality: Not to call her a vivid depiction of seduction or anything.. but it wasn't her grades that got her into college. Academically speaking, she wasn't the brightest star in the sky. Not that she didn't have potential for greatness. Nayeli barely skidded across the passing list from her boarding school, and for similar reasons she was a late transfer mid-semester. No full-rides, barely making the list for financial aid- she had to take her school's funding into her own hands. However she made do. Despite her lacking affinity for academics, she was never any less driven. Now a sophomore at college, she's taken a load off after tackling most of her classes the previous year. She isn't the most considerate individual, given she's had to work for everything she's achieved. But if she's got her eyes set on something, she intends to get it. Competition isn't seen as something she should evade, but rather overcome. A bit self-absorbed, she has a tendency to let greed consume her. If whatever she's working toward appeals to her best interest, she's sure to give it her best effort.

Appearance: A short woman, standing at about 5' 3". Weighing around 120lbs, her figure is a bit petite. She has long, curly brown hair that meets her mid-back. Often decorating her face with makeup in the mornings, she maintains her appearance quite frequently. She's got lovely honey-brown skin that complements her mahogany-colored eyes. Her frame is built strong, with a womanly bust and hips to match. Fortunately, her school does not have a uniform requirement. Her closet choice is often very fashionable. In the warmer months, she invests in highstockings, plaid skirts and backless tops. During the colder months, she's still hardly ever seen in pants save for the lazier days.

Anesta Knight
Location: Quipps Medical College

Recollection: T’was the night before the first of the semester. The walls of her bedroom were bare, and everything of necessity had been packed away into cardboard moving boxes. There were piles of them littering the living room, divided into two sides. The left pile was marked ‘A,’ the right were marked with an ‘M.’ It was unfortunate that Mitchell would be attending a college separate from her own, she would miss him dearly. However, she was nonetheless excited for him to pursue his own dream. That evening, they’d huddled together in front of the television to watch one last re-run of the bachelorette (her choosing), and a movie of his choice. There were a few tears shed on her part, though mainly of joy for their success and what was to come. At the end of the showing, she presented him with a gift. It was something she had intended to save for his upcoming birthday, but they would not be seeing each other, so she’d set to give it to him now. When Mitch opened his closet, there was a duffel bag on the floor. Leaning against the wall, was a tall gift wrapped in present paper. It was suspiciously shaped like an ice hockey stick, quite possibly signed by one of his favorite players. Inside the duffel, was a new set of gear and skates, coincidentally the jerseys matched his school’s traditional colors. He was ever grateful. That was the last parting kiss they shared before she could remember packing her things into her car, and setting off on the road.
[ End Memory ]

It was midday when she arrived. All of the eager newcomers had filed away to their opening ceremonies and tours, leaving her with no one to hold up her admissions process. The Dean was preoccupied with first-day festivities, and would be hosting a meeting later that evening around dinnertime. Then, if she wished, she could make a formal introduction. However she didn’t see a desperate need to meet everyone today, as she had the whole term to become acquainted. It was the dorms she was more intrigued to explore. She’d been told the lone wolf fraternity was on a first-come, first-serve basis. So it was in her best interest to make haste. The parking lot alone was like a labyrinth, she ended up getting turned around more than once.

Eventually, she managed to find the individual’s dorm strip. She marched into the intake office with confidence. “Hello, and welcome to Quipps! Have you been assigned to a dorm yet?” The gentleman at the desk greeted her with a warm smile.

“No, actually. That’s why I’m here. I wanted to inquire about a room for one?” She offered, approaching the desk.

“Ay, yes. First come first serve makes for slim pickin’s.” He chimed, beginning to type something into his desktop. “Unfortunately this doesn’t apply to our Freshman student’s, miss-” he paused.

“Anesta. Anesta Knight.” She piped up, and he began typing away again.

“Miss Knight. From what I can see here.. I’m sure you’ll make a lovely contribution to Alpha Omicron Pi, our on-campus sorority. We take after the best, our sister school: Howard University. Your grades reflect an excellent contestant on the path to greatness here at Quipps! The way we have our dorms laid out, you would be sectioned off with the lot of them. This way you and your fellow ladies would be partnered in many of the same classes.” He finally looked up from his computer, offering her another reassuring smile. “How about dorm strip two, section 1B. It’s closer to the campus heart, and I’ve assigned you a wonderful roommate in room 104.” He pulled out a map of the school, and circled her quarters with a sharpie, sliding her key across the desk. “Welcome to Quipps!” With that, he returned his attention to the computer.

“Umm, thank you..” she’d really wanted to avoid bunking with someone else entirely, but given the circumstances, it didn’t seem she had an alternative. At least she was close, and the sorority dorms had on-site parking. She’d keep her complaints to herself.. For now.

Upon arrival, she was lucky to find that so far, no one had moved into her room. This meant she got to pick her bed and begin setting up her side. Not to mention she was a bit nervous to meet who the receptionist had partnered her with. Once all of her boxes were inside, she locked her car and unpacked the duvet set so that she could make her bed. Of course, she dropped everything when she found the box she’d packed her laptop into, setting it up on the desk and immediately navigating to the facetime app. She selected the name “Babe” followed by a dozen heartfelt emojis, and watched her reflection eagerly as the call rang out.

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Nayeli Esme
Location: Quinnipiac University

The morning had been abhorrent. She hadn’t had time to finish her makeup, aside from a quick touchup on her eyes. When she woke up, the dorm she’d been subjected to had the frigidity of a walk-in-cooler, and the outlets had shorted in the middle of blow-drying her hair. Nayeli made haste to contact the Dean with demands to have her immediately transferred into a new room. The phone line was sent directly to voicemail. Instead, she went ahead to call the administration’s office. This time she did end up reaching someone. However, the only remaining dorms already had at least one occupant. She was given the option to wait on a technician to come by, but with the hectic goings on of admission’s day, it wasn’t guaranteed that her room would be visited until later this evening.

“Later this evening!? But I need my hair done NOW!” Click, she was met with the dial tone. Apparently, the receptionist was asympathetic to her hair emergency.

 

[Edric Blight]

Spoiler: Character | Mitch Markstrom

Name: Mitchell (Mitch) Markstrom
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Mitch is your typical jock but with a twist- a secret soft side. Behind the confident and even borderline cocky demeanor, this athlete is a bit of a marshmallow, possessing a secret sweet and sensitive side to him. Mitch is a very attracted and well built and talented athlete. The boy has played the sport of hockey for practically all of his life and was even the captain of the high school’s ice hockey team when he was there. In high school though, he fell in love with his one true love in 10th grade- Anesta Knight. Their puppy love was strong as they dated steadily throughout the rest of the years of high school. They had a very strong and loving relationship that seemed as if it would never be broken.

Mitch has great grades and was a bit of the “golden boy” student, but he has even more athletic skill- his first love being hockey which he hopes to play one day professionally. Part of that dream was taking the next step- playing college hockey for a school with a Division I ice hockey team. Graduating high school, both Mitch and his girlfriend Anesta got into and accepted different schools. Mitch got in to a a college with DI ice hockey where he would play there and be able to go on a full ride. Although they knew they were parting ways, they both agreed to stay loyal to each other and continue the relationship long distance. Of course, Mitch is naive, hot headed at times, and when he lets his guard down- easily manipulated. At the end of the day, words are not actions. Although Mitch and Anests made a “spoken pact” to keep the relationship going long distance and to stay loyal to each other, that is easier said than done….

Mitch Markstrom:
Location: Quinnipiac University

There was quite a lot to look forward to in college freshman Mitchell Markstrom’s life right now. He had a lot going for him and was excited to take this next big step in his life. While it seemed there were only positives about Mitch’s new situation, there was one glaring negative. Back in high school (and really all throughout his life before then, starting from an early age) Mitch had been super passionate about the sport of ice hockey, playing as one of the star members on his high school’s hockey team. Because of his stellar performance on the ice throughout all of his four years at high school, he was offered pretty much a full ride to attend Quinnipiac University and join their Division I ice hockey team. This was Mitch’s ultimate dream- to one day attend a college and play preferably division I ice hockey for a university. His long term goals had been for a while and still were eventually moving on to the big leagues- the NHL. He hoped to prove himself in division I college ice hockey and luckily for him, he had the first step down- getting into a school and being offered a spot on a DI hockey team at university.

So while everything was looking great and there was very little to frown about regarding his full ride and guaranteed spot on a division I college ice hockey team with Quinnipiac University, there was one small thing that certainly was a little bit saddening for both parties involved. Back in high school when Mitch was in the 10th grade, the handsome athlete and hockey player had fallen in love with a pretty girl- Anesta Knight- who in turn had fallen in love right back with the charming and good looking jock. Ever since 10th grade, it was history. The two both madly in love started dating their sophomore year of high school and continued ever since, even up to this day, going strong. Unfortunately for the two lovers, they’d gotten accepted into and chose to attend different colleges. While this was obviously something they had both accounted for, considering Mitch’s interest in playing college hockey at the top level and Anesta differing interests, it was still sad that they wouldn’t be seeing each other every day like they used to anymore, nonetheless.

But part of the great thing about Mitch and Anesta’s relationship was that it was a very tightly bonded and supportive one. Anesta knew and understood Mitch’s love and passion for hockey and his eventual dreams and goals. They’d talked about it before but they were willing to accept that because of the differences in interests, they’d be attending different colleges far away and would have to maintain their relationship long distance. Easier said than done though….. Still, the two had no worries they could keep it going strong and well despite not being able to see each other in person very often due to the university circumstances. They both had faith in their abilities to maintain a healthy and loving relationship as they had now for years. After all, they were madly in love! What was going to change that now? There were other pretty and popular girls at their high school, some even interested in Mitch, but he still stayed loyal. His love was too strong for Anesta to have eyes for anyone else. Neither of them had reason to expect any of this would change. Mitch and Anesta were madly in love- a strong puppy love- and they had been for years. Now they’d need to take their relationship long distance, but they were both supportive of each other and prepared to make it work. Or so they thought….

He was certainly happy to have shared one last cute and loving moment with her before they went off to their new respective colleges, appreciating the very special gift of hockey equipment she had given to him. They held a great sentimental value to him and he would be bringing them to college with him. In his mind, although he was sad they wouldn’t be seeing each other in person every day like in high school, he was fully committed to loving her and maintaining this romantic relationship long distance. Today was the day Mitch was moving into his new dorm. Luckily, he’d gotten a pretty sweet deal and was living in a relatively spacious single room all to himself. He had spent most of the day settling in and moving in his things. He couldn’t wait to meet the rest of the ice hockey team and bond with his future teammates, but now he had some down time to finally rest and settle down after a long day of getting situated and moving into the dorms.

Mitch sighed as he finally took a load off, relaxing after a hectic day of moving in. It’d been the first time all day he had really been able to take a breather. He looked around his room, now fully moved in and decorated with some posters and things to make it more personalized and seem more like him- more like home. Hung up in the room were various posters from his bedroom back at home, such as many featuring some favorite players from and images of his favorite hockey team- the Philadelphia Flyers. He’d grown up and gone to school in his hometown in Pennsylvania which was just about 2-3 hours away from the city of Philly. Growing up, he’d idolized and cheered for the Flyers. It just made him feel a bit more at home having the orange and black colors of the Flyers posters hanging in his room, especially considering he went to school in what was considered “Boston Bruins country” for the most part.

As he sat down and relaxed on his bed in his new dorm room, mindlessly scrolling his phone, suddenly, it began to ring as a familiar face was attempting to call him. It was a FaceTime call from none other than his beloved girlfriend Anesta Knight. Her contact was listed simply as “Anesta ,” certainly a lot less over the top as Anesta’s contact name for him in her phone. He smiled fondly at the name and the call from her, instantly picking up and sitting up a bit as he smiled into the camera and finally saw her pretty face for the first time since being here at his new school. He was glad to receive a call from her. “An! Baby! Hi!” Mitch greeted her enthusiastically with a beaming smile as he looked at her on his phone. “How are you? Settling in ok I hope?” he asked her, curious to see how she was doing and fairing in the new college. They hadn’t really been in contact much all day since they’d been so busy on the road traveling to their institutions and then moving in once they arrived. There was a lot that went in with getting situated in a new university for the first time.

 

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Anesta Knight
Location: Alpha Omicron Pi, Dorms

When the call connected, she felt a mixture of joyous emotions flood a red tinge to her cheeks. "Hey Mitchy," she grinned, blowing him a kiss. His handsome face filled the frame of her computer screen, while she seated herself at the desk. From what she could see, he was well ahead of her in the decorative aspect of getting situated. Her walls were still barren, and the floor was littered with unopened boxes. It was a relief to get to talk to him again. Even if it had only been a few hours that they'd been apart. Man, this was going to be difficult. But for love's sake, they had to make do with the circumstances. "I'm alright. Waiting on my new roomie to show up. They've already placed me in sorority," the mention of a roommate was made with bitter distaste. Her nose scrunched up and she made a face. She tilted the camera down so that he could see the pile of cardboard awaiting her attention. "I've still got some unpacking to do, and I missed out on the tours to catch up on my beauty rest." Fortunately for her first day, she didn't have any classes, so she really could test out the new bed if she wanted. She wasn't even particularly interested in joining the lot for dinner.

Despite her sunny disposition, she had a few bugs in her stomach about meeting a new crowd. College folk were notably unpredictable and she wasn't entirely sure her social mannerisms were up to speed. Nesta was hesitant to tell him that she'd been having some mild anxiety about the whole thing since arriving. "What about you? Got all of your classes figured out? Have you visited the rink yet?" She was anxious to know how he'd been getting on. He always had more confidence than she did. Might even go as far as to say he was the better-suited social butterfly. Then, he had an entire ice hockey team to fall back on, so she didn't worry about him fitting in one bit. He really was her all-star when it came to the ice. "You'll have to send pictures after your first practice. And don't forget to tell me all about it," she smiled lovingly. There was the smallest trace of sorrow in her eyes. Even knowing that he'd be fine, it would have been nice to be there to see it for herself.

There was a sense of vacancy in her chest when they weren't together. Since the 10th grade, they'd hardly spent a day apart- save for the weekends. Even then they often found a way to make do. She was in attendance at all of his games, and considerably his biggest supporter. Nonetheless, she was sure the team and or fraternity would do well to make him feel at home. He might be met even with a bit of light hazing. She kept her worries to herself, for fear of ruining his mindset. They had gotten into their dream colleges! This was grounds to be happy, excited even. Still, her heartstrings tugged, yearning.

Nayeli Esme
Location: Quinnipiac, Dorms

At this point, she'd called so many times to no avail that it was evident her line had been blacklisted by the dormitory receptionist. Though she'd been assured that a technician would be seeing her room at 'some point today,' this was still not good enough for her. She'd spent nearly hours now, in the mirror: teasing and grooming her hair. Trying to find some sort of solution that would tame her frizz. It looked like she was going to have to settle for a messy bun, given she had class in less than an hour. A collective of moans and groans were issued as she desperately tried to make do with what little was left to the imagination. How could there be no power on the first day? Was her entire dorm strip facing a similar issue, or was the shortage reserved to that room alone?

She issued a low growl before finally submitting to wrap up her curling iron and see if one of her neighbors would let her use their mirror for the time being. No, a messy bun would not be a suitable first day hairstyle. She wouldn't stand for it. Gathering her things together, she left the room and went next door. She rapped on the wood softly, hearing no one inside. Her patience was thin, and she stood there for a few moments, before seeing to knock at the next door over. Once again, she met similar results. The room was vacant. Everyone had to be attending their first class already. Nayeli could just scream. It was a first-day nightmare.

 

[Edric Blight]

Mitchell Markstrom:
Location: His dorm room at Quinnipiac University

“Mitchy.” How he loved that nickname she had given for him ever since they started their puppy love dating stage back in 10th grade of high school. For some reason the nickname always made his heart flutter. The smile on his face only grew as the pretty face of his girlfriend filled his phone’s screen. He noticed there still seemed to be a lot of boxes behind her- she clearly wasn’t as far along with the moving in process as he was. He frowned slightly as she mentioned something about a roommate, but her tone with clear disgust and disdain. He raised his eyebrows a bit as she stated she’d already been placed into a sorority. He just didn’t see his sweet little angel as much of a sorority girl.

He smiled and fluttered his eyebrows though, trying to brighten the mood and put a smile on Anesta’s face. “Well the beauty rest helped- you look very pretty, Nesta,” he said, flirting with his girlfriend over the phone. He sighed, beginning to answer her questions with a soft smile still on his handsome face. “Well, just moved everything in. Got my posters all hung up and everything. See?” he said as he turned the camera around and slowly scanned the walls of his rooms. She could make out his favorite Philadelphia Flyers posters from back home that were in his room. He smiled as he then turned the camera back to his face.

“All registered for classes- just gotta find where they are at some point,” he said with a casual shrug. “No, I haven’t been to the rink yet,” he told her with a slight frown, “But I’m SUPER excited to see it for the first time!” he told her with an excited smile. “Oh and speaking of sororities,” he went on with an eager smile, “I was thinking of joining one of the frats here! I heard there was one a bunch of the hockey dudes were in,” he told her, hypothesizing some potential future plans of his. “Don’t worry Nesta baby, I’ll send you tons of pictures and tell you all about the first practice,” he promised her with a grin.

He sure was going to miss having her around practically 24/7 like it was back in high school. She’d go to ALL of his games- she’d never miss one. Hell, she’d even go to a lot of his practices, sometimes the only one there. Sometimes she’d go and watch them practice with the hockey boys’ girlfriends, other times it was just her supporting the captain at practice- her boyfriend Mitchell Markstrom. He knew she supported him every step of the way even into college, but it was quite sad she wouldn’t be here with him. But he was determined to call and text her everyday, letting her know what was going on in his life. In turn, he knew Anesta would gladly talk his ear off about her days. “I know I just got here, but I already can’t wait until winter break and I get to come back home and see you,” he said softly, smiling lovingly at his girlfriend.

 

[Venusx]

Anesta Knight
Location: Alpha Omicron Pi, Dorms

He really did know how to put her mind at ease. It worked every time, without fail. She was lucky to have such a loving and sympathetic man to call her own. Hearing his excitement for the turn of events put her nerves at rest.. for now. She supposed it was finally time to think about maturing herself as an individual. Making a few friends along the way wouldn't hurt. She was only outstanding to the matter because she didn't have her boyfriend alongside her. As they'd always been, hand-in-hand, every step of the way. But she'd come to learn that change was for the better. Otherwise there would be no room for growth. Yes, this was good. For the both of them. She'd just have to keep a constant reminder of that in the back of her head. Her eyes were soft with love as she watched him tour her around her room. It didn't look too different from the one they'd shared, the way he had it set up. It seemed he was falling into place more rapidly than she'd anticipated. Once again, she'd remind herself that this was good. They would be fine.

"Oh, Mitchy I'm gonna miss you so much. I promise to send kisses every day." Her fingers prodded the edge of the screen, desperate to reach out and touch his face. She did her best not to allow her longing to become overbearing. Luckily, the classes she had in store would to well to provide a good distraction. She just hoped that they wouldn't get too distracted from one another. But it seemed he was falling into place quickly, just as she would soon enough. A little shove in the right direction was all she needed. Seeing how happy he was about his plans for the future sure did give her that extra boost. "I want to know everything, all the time, every day, okay pookie bear?" She knew Mitchell would get off better than she at first. He was the more adaptable half of the couple. So that meant she'd have to do her best to maintain togetherness, or at least give off the perception of extreme confidence. Just his smile alone was enough willpower to get her through the day. "I mean it, even the dull moments or the bad days, I'm here for you through it all, ok-"

There was a jiggle at the lock, and then the door to her room swung open. In burst a rather wound-up fellow Omicron sister. She was tall, a tiny bit on the chubby side- and full of college spirit. It was evident that this wasn't her first rodeo when it came to dorm life. "Hellooo roomie!" She exclaimed, barging in with her bags and boxes piled up so high her face was indiscernible. "Think you could give me a hand here, freshie?" It was more of an urgent request, than it was a question. She seemed impartial to the fact she was interrupting their call. "Well, don't just sit there, come help me!" She grunted, spinning around to reveal a thin pair of glasses, behind which were a pair of green eyes. She had long, brown-highlighted hair, and was wearing a dress top paired with a knee-length skirt and stockings.

Slightly taken aback by her 'roommate's' demeanor, she shot a confused look between the two. Mitchell and her, that was. "Oh, umm. Yeah, let me just.. finish up..." Her voice was riddled with disappointment as she turned back towards the computer. "Welp, Mitchy.. duty calls. Don't be a stranger ok? Promise?" Her mouse hovered over the 'hang up' button, but she could hardly bring herself to click it. It took an interruptive clearing of the new girl's throat to recall her attention. "I love you.."
[ End Call ]

"A little old to be obsessing over boys, aren't we?" The brunette snorted. It was apparent she wasn't intent making a calm first impression. Thus far, she'd come off as rather boisterous. It took an extraneous effort not to roll her eyes. Oh, how she wished they hadn't been interrupted at all. "Actually, he's my boyfriend." Anesta corrected her sharply. "Oh is he now? Here!" The second she'd made herself to stand, the sorority girl dumped three boxes piled high into her arms. This set Nes slightly off-kilter, and she stumbled back with a grimace. "Just drop 'em on my side, then," she instructed, heading back out to grab another stack of boxes and bags. She did as she was told, before following the girl to the door. "I'm Anesta, by the way. Not sure I- caught your name.." When she came back with her things, she halfway pushed the skinnier girl out of her way. She made a small noise of disdain, but sought to brush it off. Her college survival was banking on these two getting along. At least for the first quarter.

The girl made a couple more trips in and out of the room before even bothering to notice she'd been spoken to. It wasn't until she'd finished unloading that she gave her an answer. "Charlie Cortez. Or CeCe for short. Mom's was expecting a boy, but she got me instead. Put er there, roomie!" She extended a hand for her to shake, which Anesta accepted with tenacity. Her grip was firm, and the shake jostled her entire arm to the shoulder. She wasn't able to get a word in before Charlie made her next query. "So which dorm's this 'boyfriend' of yours in? Or has 'e joined the fraternity already? Fresh meat like yourself I should assume? Couple'a lovestruck pups if you ask me." She laughed heartily, and it rang out into the room. "Umm, actually he's going to Quinnipiac.. in Conneticuit," she responded in almost a ghostly whisper. There was a brief pause, and Charlie's demeanor lost some of it's light. "Oh.. welp, good luck."

 

[Edric Blight]

Mitchell Markstrom
Location: Dorms, Quinnipiac

He wished nothing but the best for his girlfriend at her new college. He sure helped she was able to get along well with the sisters in her sorority and even make some life long friends that maybe he’d one day get to meet. Mitch chuckled, “Aww babe, that sounds great! You know I love your heavenly kisses,” he said with a grin. He stared through the phone at her lovingly, missing her touch. But luckily it seemed like he was already adjusting quite well- he was clearly able to adapt more than his better half Anesta.

Mitch couldn’t help but giggle a tiny bit at her wanting to know everything about him and his day. He loved how much she cared about him. In turn, a cared a whole lot about her too. “Ok ok Nesta baby,” he reassured her with a little chuckle, “I’ll tell you everything my sweetheart,” he said lovingly. “Even the bad shit…” he muttered with a little shrug. “God I love you so much, missing you already…” he told her softly. But suddenly, he heard some noises in the background of what he thought was a previously unoccupied room, other than his girlfriend of course.

Mitch couldn’t make it out very well over the FaceTime call on the phone, but it seemed that Anesta’s roommate had finally arrived. He raised a curious eyebrow. He couldn’t really make out what was being said much, but he frowned slightly when Anesta said she had to go. He was a little sad they had to cut their FaceTime short, but he’s supposed they couldn’t be on the phone FOREVER. This wasn’t high school anymore…. Mitch nodded, wearing a slight frown. But he understood she needed to go, plus it seemed best they hang up before they get too caught up gushing over each other.

“Oh… o- ok babe…” he said softly with another nod. “S- stay safe, have fun. I love you, Nesta baby…” he told her lovingly as he mustered one last fond smile for her as she hung up the call. Once they were off the phone, Mitch sighed, putting his phone down slowly and letting out a long exhale as he took a moment to stare at his ceiling. They’d be fine, he thought- they were fine all throughout high school. Besides, the love they had for each other was strong, maybe even unbreakably so- or at least to Mitch in that moment. Everything was going to be okay he told himself. He needed to think of the positives. He looked up at one of his Philadelphia Flyers posters from home. Staring back at the former captain of the team, Claude Giroux, his favorite Flyer growing up, he thought of how one day, if he was good enough in college, he’d be playing up in the NHL too just like his childhood idol. He had a lot going for him, this was supposed to be a happy and exciting time in his life. He took a deep breath and gathered himself, looking forward to what was to come.

 

[Venusx]

Anesta Knight
Location: Alpha Omicron Pi, Dorms

'Good luck?' The hell was that supposed to mean. Anesta hastily shot a scowl across the room as Charlie began mindlessly unpacking her things while whistling what sounded like one of Ariana Grande's latest. As was to be expected, her new roommate was unbothered by Nesta's lacking gratification for her choice of- was that supposed to be advice? Cece began putting up her own posters, already onto the decorative phase of settling in. They were all rolled up and laminated, indicating she'd selected an all new aesthetic for the room. The first poster was a Brown-wrapped muscle car. A Charger, with silver rims and- holographics? The next one was the most off-putting thing yet. Coming close in competition with her relationship advice. It appeared to be straight out of a playboy magazine. The poster was a near life-size image of a half-nude woman dressed in what looked to be a skimpy cop's uniform. It was quite revealing, save for the desirables. Charlie went ahead and gave the image a crowning spot, at the foot of her bed. It wouldn't have surprised her at this point, if she'd hopped up on the bed and began adhering it to the ceiling.

"She's a beaut, a'int she?" Charlie chimed over her shoulder, catching her roommate mid-stare. "The GTR, or the- lady?" Anesta asked with great hesitation. Part of her hoped that she was referring to the car. But common sense rang through that the answer would pertain otherwise. Charlie simply laughed it off, unrolling her final poster. This one would hang over the headboard, and was considerably.. normal. It appeared to be from a videogame or.. anime? Of some kind? "Yeah she's.. lovely." Nes finally piped up, giving her throat an uncomfortable clear. "Oh, lighten up will you? We're in college don't you know? Where's your spirit?" Charlie had made her way across the room to Nesta's side, and plopped down onto her bed. "I've got spirit. It's just.. fully-clothed and a bit out of sorts is all." An expertly calculated rebuttal.

"Oh, you'll get over it. Just like that boy you were talking to. One of many to come let me tell you. A pretty broad like you? Oh the fratties will come flocking. Just you wait and see." Charlie pulled something out of her jacket pocket that had the appearance of a short, rolled up piece of paper. However better judgement (and an acute sense of smell) suggested that it wasn't just that. Closing her eyes, Anesta took it upon herself to make a wish- to wake up back home.

Nayeli Esme
Location: Quinnipiac Comms

She huffed a breath of frustration. "So you mean to tell me the whole damn strip's gone to class early!? There won't be a seat for me left!" Not speaking to anyone in particular, she groaned at the realization that she'd need to head alll the way onto campus just to get ready for the damned class. At this point, she was considering not making an appearance at all. Not until she saw to it that her room was seen by the technician and her issue was resolved.

A record number of bobby-pins were administered in the effort to twist her wild curls into a fastened bun atop her head. Though this was a last-case hairstyle.. she faced desperate times. Packing her shoulder-strap bag full of hair supplies, a pencil and a single college-ruled Five Star, she set off onto the grounds in search of a working outlet. Her heels clicked against the pavement as it switched to tile, and she entered the school's awaiting maw. She was rushing through the crowded halls, cursing passing time under her breath. Keeping her head down, she moved with haste, for fear of being seen in what she considered herself to be dastardly conditions. However to the naked eye, she looked just fine. Rather, blended in with the sea of stressed students, many of them too busy getting lost to pay her any mind.

Taking a sharp right around the corner in attempt to avoid the masses, lead her into a head-on-collision. She couldn't see what or who she'd run into. Just the strap of her bag coming loose and all of her belongings scattering across the floor. Her eyes grew wide with horror as she watched the stampede of people ignore the litter of feminine supplies, even her curling iron was accidentally kicked, sending it skidding across the floor. "Shit! No!" She immediately bent down to collect her things, paying the boy she'd run into no mind as she began to mutter something under her breath.

 

[Edric Blight]

Mitchell Markstrom

Luckily, Mitchell’s classes did not start until tomorrow. As a freshman, he was given a day to get settled and move into his dormitory. With all this free time remaining today, Mitchell figured he’d go around the Quinnipiac University campus, finding out where all of his classes were. It was better to be prepared on the first day of classes than to be wandering around campus aimlessly and lost, getting to all of his classes super late. Mitch got himself up and out of his bed, putting his phone in his pocket, and heading out of his single dorm room to explore Quinnipiac.

The boy made his way out of the freshman dormitory, looking down at his phone for his schedule and the information about when and where his specific classes were held. He made his way through the campus. Mitch noticed there were already a ton of upper class men bustling about the grounds of the college, heading off to their later in the day classes.

As he was walking, he wasn’t necessarily paying attention. His face was buried in his phone, looking at a map of Quinnipiac’s campus. He squinted hard, hoping he was on the right path to reach the lecture hall where his first class of the day was going to be held. Suddenly, Mitch felt himself collide with another student unexpectedly. His eyes widened as he heard an expletive hissed. Uh oh, making enemies on the first day already? He hadn’t meant to bump in to anyone!

Mitch raised his eyebrows, stunned as he looked at the mess that had been caused from the crash. Littered across the floor were many feminine care and hair products. His eyes then widened more as he realized he had just accidentally bumped into a girl. She looked a bit older than him- clearly an upperclassmen. “Oh my goodness! I- I’m so sorry!” Mitch quickly said apologetically, immediately bending down to beginning to pick up some of her things, always the gentleman. It was part of why he was so charming, part of why Anesta loved him so much. Mitch smiled shyly at the girl as he held out his hand to give her some of her items that had fallen to the floor as a result of their collision.

 

[Venusx]

Nayeli Esme
Location: Quinnipiac Uni | Hallways

In her frenzy, she hardly payed the boy any mind as she scrambled to gather her things. Her incessant muttering grew louder as her eyes scoured the ground for her curling iron. It was the epitome of her existence! Once again, mindlessly, she snatched her things out of his hand, ignoring his flustered apology. "Yeah, well if you'd watch where you're going we wouldn't be here." She grumbled, still searching the floor for her iron. "Damnit, where is it?" Finally, she found it, tucked behind Mitchell's shoe. "Would you move out of my way? You're practically standing.. on-" finally, she looked up, and the two locked eyes for a moment. "Something...." well hello handsome. For a moment's pause, she'd forgotten her agenda almost entirely. A new initiative had caught her sights. With that note, her demeanor changed completely.

"Ohh, my gosh sweetie I'm so sorry are you alright? Clumsy me, I-" She stopped in her tracks. Then reached forward, gripping his letterman's jacket and pulled him to his feet with great, newfound strength. Immediately, she began to dote and fawn, encouraged by the impending fluster that had rushed to meet her cheeks. She dusted him off with a hand, forgetting that her poor prized iron was still lying with its cord strewn across the floor. Even through the jacket, she could tell that he was strongly built, the face wasn't half shabby either. "Are you lost, doll?" Nay batted her eyelashes, feigning the composure of a soft, innocent doe. Though her eyes did wander, up and down his frame a tinge of greed glimmering in her eyes. "I can show you around if you like. Where ya headed?"

A subtle head tilt put the icing on the cake. Once the train spokes started chugging, she was a force to be reckoned with, and would not be taking 'no' for an answer. She inhaled, letting loose a deep sigh, as though it would give him a better whiff of the fragrance she'd applied that morning. Christian Dior's latest collection, to be precise. My, did fresh meat smell as sweet. And oh, was he easy on the eyes!

 

[Edric Blight]

Mitch Markstrom
Location: Quinnipiac University, Hallways

Mitch widened his eyes a bit and frowned at the girls attitude-filled retort. He gulped nervously at how pissed off she seemed. Yikes, had he really messed up? Sure he wasn’t looking where he was going but this clearly wasn’t all on him. She hadn’t even brought her eyes up to look at him. For all she knew, she could’ve just rudely insulted the President’s son. Mitch wondered if all the people at this university were this unfriendly….

“Look I’m-“ he went to say before he paused, looking at her as she finally looked up at him. But he noticed surprisingly that her demeanor quickly changed. It went from rude, sassy, and cold to quickly sweet and apologetic. “Uhh…” he said softly, taking a moment to digest what had just happened and the quick change in the girl’s mannerisms. What had changed? Unbeknownst to Mitch it was obvious- his drop dead gorgeous and handsome looks.

He was caught off guard as the girl gripped his letterman jacket and helped pull him up to his feet. His eyebrows raised slightly as she called him things like “sweetie” and “doll.” The young freshman didn’t suspect anything of it though. She then asked him if he was lost. Well, was he lost? A bit admittedly, but was he going ti admit that to her? Did he need to? Did he even want to? He didn’t necessarily want to stick around and linger talking with this girl who had such a sour attitude. But, her demeanor did change… maybe she’d had a change of heart, for whatever reason.

“Umm… a bit, to be honest…” he admitted softly with a shrug, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He then noticed one of her items still on the ground- a hair curling iron. “Oh!” he said suddenly, as if he had just remembered something. He bent down and picked up her iron, gathering the cord up in his hands and standing up straight to face her. He then held his hands out and non-verbally offered to her to take back her item. “Looks like you forgot this,” he said, flashing her a polite and kind but shy and admittedly adorable smile.

 

[Venusx]

Nayeli Esme
Location: Quinnipiac University | Hallways

Batting her eyes again, she watched unabashedly as he bent down to retrieve something- oh shit! Her hair! She had forgotten entirely. Somewhere along the lines, while getting lost in his...beautiful sea-blue eyes. At first she shielded her hair, as though he hadn't seen already. But it was too late. A loose strand of hair had fallen out of the mix, and she embarrassedly tucked it behind her ear. "Oh, uh- yeah.. thank you," her tone was now riddled with sincerity. "The outlets' in my dorm have gone kaput. So I set out in search of a working one.." She collected her iron from him, mindlessly wrapping it back up and tucking it into her bag. "I'm such a mess," she studied her toes, her face taking up a bit of a pinkish hue. Making sure to look up at him through her lashes, an idea struck her like a stray baseball.

"Well, maybe we can help each other out.." she inquired. "If you can find me a decent outlet with a mirror... I'll show you where all of your classes are. Two birds, one stone," she hummed. Though she appeared nervous, the words rolled off her tongue like a water droplet on velvet. If there was anything that put her out of sorts, it was the stature of her hair. Though he did well to distract her from the beauty-emergency.. if even just for a moment. Her looks were still an imperative factor in her success. Or so she proclaimed. Also, she wouldn't mind if he saw her at her full, curly potential. It would serve to be a major confidence-boost. Not that she needed any.

"Well, freshie? What do you say?" It was a bit contradictory. She wanted him to believe that she needed his help finding something, so she could return the favor. "You did knock me over, and disarrange my bag, after all," an easy guilt trip. Another bat of her eyes sealed the deal. Just for good measure, she added. "Please..?" Her tone was ever so soft. She reached out, and gently this time- tugged at the collar of his jacket once more.

 

[Edric Blight]

Mitch Markstrom
Location: Quinnipiac University | Hallways

“Mhm, of course!“ Mitch replied with a warm smile, looking at her with his heart-melting sea-blue eyes. She was lucky the boy didn’t seem to notice her slight blush and the pink colored tint to her face. The noticeable change in her tone was certainly interesting to note, but Mitch just tried to be his usual friendly self. “Really, it’s ok,“ chuckled Mitch with a friendly smile as the girl stated “she was a mess.”

His eyebrows raised slightly with curiosity at her proposed idea. It was a sort of “I help you, you help me” deal. Seemed fair enough, although Mitch didn’t know how inclined he really was to help out this random girl, especially considering how initially rude she was to him. But people could change. Maybe she was just having a bad day and realized how she reacted was a little bit uncalled for.

He couldn’t lie, he didn’t really like being called “freshie.” Sure that’s what he was, a freshman, but it made him feel so young and inferior, and that he wasn’t really a fan of. Mitch then remembered why he was having debates on whether or not he’d help her any further- the contradictory nature of her words and the slightly condescending tone. She seemed to think it was all his fault he’d bumped into her and all of her things spewed across the floor from her bag.

But a soft “please” and then a surprisingly almost desperate tug at his collar made him widen his eyes and raise his eyebrows a little bit with surprise. “Uhh, o- oh my… uhh…“ he said, caught off guard as she grabbed his collar a little bit. He sighed, deciding he wouldn’t be an asshole in return when he very well could have and headed off on his way.

Besides, admittedly he DID need some help finding out where all of his classes were, and what better person to help him do so than an upper class men who already knew their way around campus? “Yea, sure, I’ll help you out,” he agreed. “Just as long as you help show me my way around this place. I honestly have no clue where I’m going,” he admitted with a soft chuckle and a shrug, smiling shyly.

 

[Venusx]

Nayeli Esme
Location: Quinnipiac University | Hallways

When he agreed to her proposition after some thoughtful consideration, she released him immediately. "Oh goodie!" Her tone of voice had become chipper and excitable. Any traces of that wary and condescending girl had vanished if into thin air. Her underlying nature toiled beneath the surface of her skin, like a dragon during hibernation. It was evident that she expected him to brush it off. Ignore it, even. If he were to question her about the attitude, he'd be matched with deceitful eyes, batting lashes at him once more. He'd be faced with utter denial that she'd been even the slightest bit unpleasant. For who would she be? But a wolf in sheep's skin. No, he was not ready for that side of her yet. It would ruin every chance of luring him into complete and total infatuation. For who would he be, not to dote and swoon and fawn over someone as beautifully-natured as she?

"See I coulda told you that," she giggled at the mention that he'd become lost. A commodity amongst all freshman. Even those who'd been desperate enough to seek the midday tours, or utilize their maps. The college was at best, a Labyrinth awaiting it's next victim. Its qualms made perfect sanctuary for her prowl- or free periods. Searching for her next dewy-eyed target. Oftentimes they were hiding in plain sight. Former preps and class-clowns, separated from their herd. They would cling to the corners, knobby-kneed and trembling, waiting for the clamor to die down. For the first week or two, the teachers were sympathetic to the latecomers filing in with the same pathetic excuse: 'I'd gotten lost.' After that however, it was a one-way ticket to the Dean's office. Fortunately, this one seemed to have a proper head on his shoulders. No matter, she intended to put it on a swivel.

"Don't worry. Soon as I've made myself presentable, I'll show you the ropes," Nay chimed confidently. The smallest smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Well then, come on! Let's not get swept up by the late-runners traffic," without hesitation, she grabbed his hand and spun him back around, pulling him off in the direction which he'd come. To call this wave of students a stampede would be an understatement. Her bold gesture was easily mistakable as reassurance that they wouldn't be separated by the crowd of first day's unabashedly shouldering their way to class. "Feisty swarm, they are. Don't want to get bulldozed," she laughed heartily, glancing over her shoulder at him. When they came to a fork in the halls, she turned to him for guidance, still not letting go of his hand. "Now, where to?"

 

[Edric Blight]

Mitch Markstrom

Mitch felt himself relax a little as she finally “released him from her clutches.” He still took note of her very profound mood and demeanor change. She was noticeably much more upbeat and friendly, seemingly very happy to see him and be talking to him considering she just was so rude to him and seemed as if she wanted nothing to do with him and was quite crossed with the boy. Should he press her on that? Question her about what was the deal with the mood change? Mitch decided not to as to not make things weirder and just gave her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was having a bad day and realized maybe she shouldn’t be a jerk and take it out on someone for making an honest mistake and bumping into her, her way of apologizing for her initially rude reaction to the whole thing.

The boy from just outside of Philadelphia shrugged shyly, a little bit uncomfortable and embarrassed admitting he was lost. Yikes, he probably seemed like a total dork- a CLASSIC freshman, lost on the first day here, looking around for his classes aimlessly. Mitch thought of Anesta. She’d be his lighthouse, she usually knew how to get them out of trouble and guide the way. If only she was here now…. But no, he was on his own- he couldn’t think about her now. He had to be strong, be a mature adult and fend for himself. He was capable enough, though that didn’t mean he missed his beloved girlfriend dearly. He then looked back at the upper class men girl he had just bumped into a few minutes ago.

He raised his eyebrows a little bit, nodding slowly as she said she’d show him the way, not before she apparently “made herself presentable.” What did that ensue? He was a little curious as to her comment- did she really care about her looks so much that doing THAT was the priority right now? How could one be so vain! But he was in no position (nor mood) to argue. Plus, it must’ve just been a female thing he figured, Anesta was always sprucing herself up. Also, if he was being honest, Mitch couldn’t really see anything noticeable about this girl that needed to be taken care of or made to look better. She looked more than presentable- she looked good, to her credit. He nodded, at least a little bit grateful for the help. Not every upper class men would be so inclined to help the little lost “freshie.”

“Th- thanks,” he mustered out as he was quickly taken by the hand and spun around. His eyes widened a little bit, admittedly caught off guard by the move and more importantly, the sudden physical contact. Mitch let her guide him through the massive crowd of students (not that he had much of a choice, being practically dragged along by the girl) as the two pushed through the essential stampede. Was this what college was like everyday? A huge mass of students traveling in large packs, like herd animals? It was quite a bit to get used to. But soon one day he’d be just a number, part of that crowd- part of the “stampede.” Mitch just looked stunned, even a little dazed as she so effortlessly made her way through the crowd, dragging him along with her. She clearly knew what she was doing- you could tell she’d done this many times before over how ever many years she had been at the university. “This is wild…” Mitch commented softly.

Mitch widened his eyes a little bit as she asked him where they were headed first. He quickly scrambled and dug around in the pocket of his pants for his phone and pulled it out, fumbling with it and trying to pull up his schedule on the screen. “Err- hold on… sorry… I’ve just gotta- pull it up here… on my phone…” he told her as he tried to juggle walking through the crowd, being dragged along by her with one hand, as well as dealing with his phone in the other free hand. He then managed to successfully bring out his schedule in all of the frenzy. “Err, got it,” he told her. He then awkwardly extended his arm out towards her and held his phone in front of her face as she glanced over his shoulder. She still kept a grip on his hand. “Here’s my schedule of classes- there’s my first of the day tomorrow. I have no clue where it is,” he said with a weak shrug. Didn’t she want to “make herself presentable” first? Never mind that- Mitch didn’t mind finding his lecture halls first. He was pretty confused and thrown off by the whole situation so he was kind of just doing all that he could do- just go with the flow.

 

[Venusx]

Nayeli Esme
Location: Quinnipiac University | Hallways

Now, they were standing at the maw of an archway. This lead outside, to the left were the comms. Beyond that, were the boy's dorms. The halls were sculpted high and vast to make way for the sea of people. It was like watching a congested freeway, peak rush-hour. Though as the minutes passed, the group began to secede. There were actual discernable gaps between the foot traffic, that grew wider when they approached the courtyard. "Oh, no silly. I've got to get this fixed up before we go anywhere else," she reminded him, tilting her head down slightly. The once-tucked strand of hair fell loose again, the curl swaying freely. "Just take me back the way you came. Unless your room doesn't have a bathroom..." It was a bit of a rhetorical offer. She said it as though it were supposed to be obvious. "Your dorm can't be that far from here, can it?" She tilted her head to the other side. One might notice that Nayeli asked roundabout questions-meaning they all resulted in an obvious answer. A suspicious individual might mistake this for a manipulative tactic.

Although her eyes twinkled a light of innocence, her lips were upturned into a sly smile. "We'll get to your classes later. When we don't have to elbow our way through a crowd," she explained. "Also, I've got my own class to get to. And..." she glanced over her shoulder at his phone screen. "It looks like your last class is right next door." Oh, how convenient. "You can drop me off when we're finished." No strings attached. Or so was implied.

Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, she let it go. He was trustworthy enough not to get lost in the nearly vacant lot. The day was a bit grim, gray overcast drifted above their heads. The air smelled damp. He would need to keep up, if she was going to make it back beneath the shelter of the halls before the rain could ruin her hard work. Nay didn't wait for him to approve, she set out along the sidewalk, skipping the paved area to cut through the grass. Sure, the dorm's were spaced out, and divided into their own sections. However she knew one thing for certain, the boy's lodging was this way. Another thing for certain, he was a freshman, and they were usually placed closer to the school so as to combat inevitable tardiness. So she couldn't be too far off with her estimation.

 

[Edric Blight]

Mitchell Markstrom

Mitch’s face sunk a little at the reminder of the girl’s vanity. “Oh, right…” he said quietly. He was a little hesitant to take her to his dorms. All he wanted to do was find his way to his classes. This wasn’t apart of the plan- it was just dilly dallying! But he couldn’t be an asshole and outright deny her and say no. He sighed, caving in and figuring he’d take her to his dormitory.

He felt her give his hand a little squeeze. He honestly didn’t know how to feel about that. It almost reminded him of Anesta and when they’d hold hands. Occasionally they’d give each other a loving squeeze. This squeeze seemed almost like that for some reason to Mitch…. As they made their way to the boys’ dorms, Mitch spoke. “Well, I’ve personally not got a private bathroom in my dorm room. The bathrooms are all communal and boys only. But that being said, I’m pretty sure I saw a unisex bathroom on the first floor,” he mentioned with a shrug.