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Post by camilla lucille ashton on Feb 26, 2012 14:57:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 363636; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
one thing that camilla would never understand was why a botany major needed to take history. of all things - political science, english, even basic science and math courses - she could think of nothing that was more useless to her future profession than history. it wasn't like it was a history of plants or medicine or something that was going to benefit her. it was world and american history and while maybe that was important to some people, all she really wanted to do was sleep through it. she tried to remain awake, though, and tried to stay as alert as possible. but she couldn't help her boredom. she didn't belong in a lecture hall listening to some professor drone on about wars and movements that she'd been hearing about basically since the time she was able to read a history book. honestly? there were better things that she could be doing.
for example, she could just be standing outside. it was all she asked for, this opportunity to be outside instead of being in class, and she felt like such a fifth grader because she always got the urge to ask if the professor would just like to move the class outside for the day. which of course didn't earn her any favors as the one thing someone should never do is tell their college profressor when, where, and how to teach their course. so instead she just stayed silent, taking down the occasional note and trying hard not to let her good student demeanor fall. because if she did, she knew who would be hearing about it, and the last thing she wanted to hear was a giant rant from her brother about how school work was important and she had been entirely too apathetic about it since returning from france. blah blah blah. honestly? she loved her brother but sometimes he really just needed to stop and smell the roses.
after about an hour of straight lecturing, the professor began to speak to them about a project they were supposed to be doing. it was to be done in pairs: research, an in-depth analysis of what they have found and why it's important (no shorter than ten pages), and a suitable means of presentation that didn't completely put the professor or the rest of the class to sleep if he requested that they show their research. and the worst part about it is that he had already put them in pairs in a cruel punishment for the last time he had allowed them to do a group research project and people hadn't taken it seriously. at this note, she couldn't help but look around the classroom in interest wondering who she'd be paired with. to be honest, she'd be fine with anyone just so long as they weren't obnoxious or extremely rude or arrogant...
"...camilla ashton and dillon powell." what? her eyes immediately snapped to the blonde, a sophomore she knew for a fact was older than her and also knew for a fact was extremely obnoxious. as a rule, she never tried to have anything bad to say about anybody, but when someone like dillon powell existed, one didn't live life having nothing bad to say about them. he was rude, he was cynical, he was atheistic, and he had no problems whatsoever in making all of these things known. the professor couldn't have paired her with a more incompatible person if he tried, and she tried to hide her disdain by tearing her eyes away from dillon and scribbling random lines in her notebook. she sat and waited patiently until all 130 students in that particular lecture hall had been paired up, and when the professor dismissed them to go and talk to their partner, she did so with a heavy air of reluctance, something most were not used to seeing from someone who was normally so chipper and bright.
when she approached him, though, she tried her hardest to fit her features into a pleasant sort of smile, placing a hand on his shoulder as she said, "so i guess we're partners," before removing it and taking the seat beside him. she was honestly surprised that there had been warmth when she'd touched him considering how outwardly cold he was to everybody else. but then she just waited for his response, waited to hear how he was going to take that, and hoped to god that maybe he was a bit more cordial when he spoke to people one on one than he made himself appear in class. because if not, then this was going to be the longest project of her entire life.
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Post by dillon on Feb 26, 2012 22:20:00 GMT -5
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Why don't you just go home. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slumped in his seat, Dillon glanced at the time, tapping his pen against his notebook waiting for the time to pass so that he could get out of this god awful class and go do something that was actually useful to his degree plan. American Nations was the low point of his Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and this Wednesday was no different. Glancing out the window the young man zoned off thinking about the assignment he had that day in one of his cooking classes, he loved his major and he loved to cook, some people gave him shit about having a “girl” major but fuck them the thought to himself, he was doing something with his life, and if they knew what he had been through and what it had taken to get to where he was, they wouldn’t be such bitches, It also didn’t help that he was still recovering from his night at the bar the previous evening.
Still zoned out not really taking notes or giving two shits what the professor was going on and on about, Dillon suddenly snapped his head in the direction of the professor hearing his name ”Huh?” he said to no one in particular not sure why his name had been called, but soon realizing as the professor continued with a list of paired off names that there was some stupid assignment they were getting paired off for. Glancing around the room he wondered what named had been paired off with his, hoping that it was that hot blonde that sat two rows over every time she walked into the room her tits jiggled with just enough bounce to set the twenty-four year old off into a series of dirty thoughts all through the class period.
Finally the professor shut up with his droning on and on about who would be partnered with who and what the projects were about once more for those like Dillon who “weren’t listening the first time” You could tell this guy loved his job teaching a gen ed class to a bunch of college students who didn’t give two fucks about what the man was saying he sarcastically thought to himself, glancing around trying still to figure out who the person unlucky enough to get paired with him was. Sitting up then slumping in a more comfortable position, Dillon finally saw the girl that was to be his partner walking towards him. great he thought to himself, the sadistic prick of a professor had paired him with Camilla Ashton. Sure the girl was hot, and he’d seen her around campus but she was an upbeat, optimistic nature freak. She was always smiling and being friendly, not that there was necessarily anything wrong with people being happy, but to Dillon it was a pain in the ass, if they knew what type of shit really went on in the world, they wouldn’t be so happy he could guarantee it. Watching her as she stood in front of him, he raised his brow listing to her speak; as her tiny hand landed on his shoulder he became instantly uncomfortable with the situation shrugging off her hand, ”I suppose so” he spoke to her in a cool tone, attempting to let her know this was not something he was looking forward to. |
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Post by camilla lucille ashton on Feb 27, 2012 21:50:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 363636; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
did he have to be such a....such a jerk about it? a pout formed on her beautiful features as her attempt at civility was quickly rebuffed. she knew that he wouldn't be too thrilled about it; hell she wasn't even thrilled about it even though she could feel a few envious gazes. honestly, women were so strange when it came to men like dillon, those who were attractive (for she wouldn't deny he was attractive) and thought they were cool because they hated the world. people always wanted to change them, to be that girl who brought them a fairy tale ending. cam? well her goal was just to get through this project the same happy fairy that she went into it as and if she was lucky, maybe make him smile. because guys like him? well those were the guys that she needed to avoid. they were bad influences, they brought down her mood, and they were just so...infuriating.
but she wasn't going to just take over and demand that they do this project separately because of a conflict in personality. no, that was a lot of work to do on her own and they had been assigned together. this meant that they were going to be seeing an awful lot of each other so she just had to make the best that she could out of what she was given. she would just start...making a list of the things that she enjoyed about dillon. yeah. that would help her be pleasant around him while still being productive and then she could work in a generally happy bubble. maybe she'd even take him to her favorite places by the lake or on a hiking trail to attempt and get to a happy place even while stuck in a bad situation. she could do this. she could handle this. she was not going to let him dominate her and make her afraid of doing this project. she was far too headstrong as an ashton should be to allow herself to be down.
so she turned her pout into a smile, and moved in closer to him. it was the least she could do to attempt to not only get a reading off of him when it came to his personality but also just to come off as being a little more friendly. maybe if she tried to make the best of the situation, he would, too, and then she wouldn't have to pull out the sass that she had found she possessed while studying abroad. "well then we should probably start to talk about what we're going to do in terms of splitting up the work load," she told him, giving him a forceful look as if telling him that they were going to be splitting up the work load and he was going to like it. "and we'll also figure out how we're going to present. and how we're going about doing research." especially since there were many ways to do it, some that involved traveling, and though she really wanted to do the best project she could, she wasn't sure how she felt about traveling with him if he was going to be so sad. "and perk up, sunshine, even if you're not really happy. for my benefit."
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Post by dillon on Mar 3, 2012 22:02:21 GMT -5
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Why don't you just go home. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This project was really going to be a pain in his ass. First he had to work with the most optimistic woman in probably the entire student body at UofH, secondly Dillon didn’t have the time nor the desire to work on a project for a gen ed class when he could be spending his time in the kitchen, or drinking. Even if partner projects were not his thing, he was still not the type of guy to just sit back and let other do all the work, he was responsible in that sense, he was in college to prove he was better than his parents had been, and that he could make something of his life. Working with the jolly brunette wasn’t going to hold him back from succeeding.
The look she was giving him as she spoke was pissing him off, giving her an equally as serious look he sat up in his seat some ”We will do it all together, that way we don’t have to fuck around with splitting shit up.” really he just wanted to get it all done at once and not worry about the project anymore until it was due, and he hoped to god she wouldn’t mind rushing through it. But really when the thought about it, maybe it would be easier if she just let him do the project himself even if it defeated the purpose, at least he wouldn’t have to put up with the peppy brunette. Raising an eyebrow as the girl pouted, a constant flow of insults were going through his head, but as badly as he wanted to say something that could make her cry, just to show her that he was not in fact a nice guy, nor was he in any way overjoyed to be working with her, he just managed to grumble out a what was for him nice insult. "Don't pout, it makes you look like a duck"
This really was going to be a long two weeks if she was going to insist on splitting all this shit up, he wasn't even entirely sure what the project was suppose to be on, he just knew that it was going to be a waste of his time. So unless this Camilla girl was going to not speak unless it was project related, or work naked it really was going to be hell. "The library seems like the logical place to start, lets just get it all done at once so we can be finished and not have to worry about this stupid shit." Thank god it was almost time to go, and thank god the look on his partners face was indicating that she maybe just maybe was getting the hint. Her attempted assertiveness wasn't going to work with him especially not by some peppy little white girl who thought the world was all sunshine and daises. Packing his notebook into his backpack he stood up and looked Camilla in the eyes her last; "Call me sunshine again and you're doing the whole project on your own, i'll take the F because your benefit means shit to me." If she didn't get that he was serious about wanting this all to go by fastly and that his asshole personality wasn't just an act, she hopefully got it now. |
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Post by camilla lucille ashton on Mar 7, 2012 21:44:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 363636; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
most people would think she'd be offended by the swear words mainly because of the fact that she was such a good little girl who never swore. however, those who grew up with cam knew that wasn't true. she used to swear like a sailor - she taught her older brother some of his favorite choice swear words and then some and though it wasn't exactly forbidden in her church, people were a little surprised to hear her. when she came back from france, though, that had changed - suddenly she didn't swear at all, though she didn't get on people when they did. it was a personal choice. it didn't bother her. so when dillon's words caused a slight feeling of annoyance in the pit of her stomach, she knew it wasn't because of the swear words. it was because he was being an incredible poo head for absolutely no reason and she didn't understand why for the life of her.
she merely shrugged in response to his working together suggestion, as if saying, "why not?" it didn't matter to her how the work got done. she had just figured that he wouldn't want to work too closely with her which was a fairly good assumption judging by how he was receiving her so far. if he wanted to do everything together...well she'd put up with his sass. she put up with jason and his brooding looks, didn't she? what was so different with putting up with dillon, save the fact that he was verbally abusive? she couldn't help but laugh, though, at his duck comment and then pout out her lips more, crossing her eyes slightly in an attempt to look down at her lips. she supposed she must look ridiculous but that just made her giggle a little louder. "a duck, huh?" she said, returning her features to their normal, smiling state. "am i at least a cute duck? an ugly duckling? a mallard maybe?" just because he was annoyed didn't mean she couldn't still be pleasant, right?
then he was rising and packing things into his bag and she raised her eyebrows. was he going just to leave her or to go to the library? was he trying to get this started right away or just trying to get away? these were the questions that could leave her seeming either very police or very rude and she didn't quite understand what he was going at - if he wanted to work together or not. because his demeanor said he didn't but he had said he didn't want to work it out separately either. it was all very confusing, the mixed signals. "noted," she said. "sunshine is off the list of potential nicknames. though i have to say, it fits you quite swimmingly." and she was picking fun at him. but she meant it affectionately, even if he'd probably twist it and use it against her. oh well - she found herself really not caring. "so are we going to the library or are you just going to run as far as you can in the opposite direction from this cute little duck? i can't tell from your demeanor. if it helps, i promise, i don't bite."
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