The Glory Box (closed for hellomimi and Shiaftrin)

[Shiaftrin]

OOC: Ally Draven, 20, transfer student to Wilkeson Tech (a college, Wilkeson is a town in Washington State in the Pierce county, hooray for research! I like to know my stuff lol). I guess being 20 she would be a junior? If not we can figure that out over PM. Black hair, green eyes, tanned, ex-New Yorker, 5'4", not outwardly sensual but she has her secrets Hope you dont mind this being a sort of introductory post, once you introduce your boy we can get things going

IC: Making the transition from city to country life hadn't been as hard as Ally had thought it was going to be. It was what her late parents had laid out for her: if anything was to ever happen to them she would take up residence with her grandparents in the small town of Wilkeson, WA and continue her degree there.

She had arrived the previous Thursday and had dived straight back into study the following Monday, finding that the course-work was nothing different to her old one back in New York. The only difference was that Wilkeson was slightly behind, but she didnt mind that so much. It meant less homework for her and more time to adjust to life without her parents.

It had been a horrific Saturday night - she was at a party having the time of her life when she had recieved the call. She had been right in the middle of necking with a guy she had been interested in at the time and had flippantly dismissed the caller until she fully realised the extent of what he was saying. Everything just fell apart from there and what was worse was that no one seemed to care. They all just abandoned her on the front lawn in a sobbing mess.

She had identified the bodies the next day and helped plan their funeral with the help of family and friends. The funeral itself was held on the Monday, a very light-hearted affair, just the way they would have wanted it. She had packed all her belongings and flown out on the Thursday morning, and here she was now, at college on the Monday. It had been a whirlwhind couple of days, but on the whole she was coping well.

 

[hellomimi]

ooc: vince stoker 19 yo 6'0" stocky wrestler with long brown hair mostly kept in a bun or a ponytail. he has a few piercings and tattoos, as he is a true northwesterner - born and bred in Black Diamond, WA. wilkeson was close enough to his parents for the holidays, but too far to get random visits. just the way he wanted it.

ic: small town life had really been a blessing in disguise. vince may have seemed like a local yokel to the untrained eye, but everyone else knew better. he could tell you anyone's name, and who most of their parents were. most of the kids he'd ever known came here if they couldn't afford a real college tuition. it wasn't to say that wilkeson didn't offer a top-notch education, but let's face it. It didn't exactly win any international acclaim. wilkeson was close enough to his parents for the holidays, but too far to get random visits. just the way he wanted it.

being such an enlightened young man, he found the paths of life to be simple if one could take some time to reflect upon it. the same things happen every day, and year. he rarely disappointed others, because he never promised too much. he didn't have to ask for things, people offered them. he helped many people, and most others would do anything for him. he was acquainted with most everyone, but friend to few.

vince believed heartily in group activity, and was a forceful member of the student body commitee. he organized all kinds of fun activities for his dorm building. with boys and girls separated onto different floors, there was a lot of rumor between the the sexes. it was best to get people to remember that we all get to see each other every day, we might as well have fun doing it! besides, there's no sense lurking around in the dark to get dinner and do laundry.

so vince and his buddies decided to have a little karaoke session, on thursday night. he went out with some friends and had a few beers before heading back to the dorm building. he knew most people would be like him if they'd planned to attend. they'd get drunk before showing up. as the party lagged before they trickled in, vince's friend sven (an exchange student from scandinavia) seized the microphone and started heckling poor passersby. when that didn't work he started singing traditional drinking songs loudly to no one. except his friends of which vince was forced to admit he belonged.

 

[Shiaftrin]

The frenetic pumping of the bass coming from the boys common room was enough to keep her from her studies for the meantime. It was a welcome distraction - her course work had picked up tremendously in the last couple of days and with a major assignment looming over her head, any sort of break was openly encouraged.

Switching off her laptop, she sank back onto her bed, closing her eyes for a brief moment and allowing the muffled music to wash over her. She allowed herself to be taken back to that fateful night back home, flashes of her friends, the music, the frivolity...all of it coming back to her as if it was only yesterday...

A resounding crash from somewhere upstairs snapped her out of her brief reverie and she sat up in bed. She had never been one to dwell on the past, to over-analyse, and here she was doing it. Shaking her head she discarded her laptop, pausing only to pull on a pair of jeans as she made for the door. The only problem with living in a shared dormitory was that the rooms were lacking two important facilities - toilets and showers. The rooms were fitted with a small alcove which housed a sink and a mirror, but that was it.

The female showers and toilets were all in the one location, the lower level of the building which also housed the first floor of female accomodation, seeing as both genders were allocated two floors each. The bathrooms themselves were not unlike swimming pool setups, only they were on a much smaller scale. From Ally's dormitory they were only a five minute walk away: out the door, down the hallway, turn left, down a flight of stairs, turn right and there they were in front of you. Easily enough to access but pretty damn annoying if you had to get up in the middle of the night.

Pulling the door shut behind her, she cast a cursory glance at the ceiling in the direction of the boys common room, grinning at the unmistakeable sound of drunken kareoke warbling out from the speakers. She was almost tempted to go and check it out, but she brushed that thought aside as quickly as it had come.

She knew absolutely no one, and was quite happy for it to stay that way. Solidarity was something she was content with at this stage, remembering the way her so called 'friends' had left her on the front lawn, far more concerned with their own carnal pleasures than the sobbing mess who had just lost her parents. Dismissing the party with one last glance at the ceiling, she turned and headed for the bathrooms.

 

[hellomimi]

vince had been stalking the halls, disheartened at the low turn out for his little get-together. his friends were far more drunk than he, and eventually their riotous laughter and inane jokes began to wear on his frazzled mind. he'd been hoping to meet some playmates that he wouldn't mind seeing in the shower. not that he'd be taking a date there...

as his mind wandered so did his feet and he soon found himself on the girl's side of things. he hadn't intended to be lurking by the ladie's room, but he didn't mind the opportunity. just as he'd thought to himself "they must be scared of me by now" a sweet little thing sauntered her way up, oblivious to his watchful eye. she had rolled her eyes in the direction of the music and he frowned to himself. he'd never meant to scare the girls off (so easily accomplished!) but his friends had gotten a little carried away.

as she came out from the bathroom he got a moment's uninterrupted view of her stunning face. she was spotlit from above, creating a magnificent halo around her even though it momentarily blinded her. he knew she wouldn't be able to see him in the shadows. he admired her edenic beauty even as he noticed the ravages of grief upon her. she wore it well, but she couldn't exactly hide it. she'd lost someone very dear. he didn't want to startle her out of her angelic reverie, but he didn't want to frighten her when she strode inches from him to get back to her room.

he spoke softly, hoping to gain her attention gently. "you're the new girl, right?" he stepped into the light, to give her a look at him. he was bedraggled, shirt half tucked into his boxers. his hair had come out and was hanging loose and wild around his shoulders. he had a hand on the staircase for support, and stuck his free hand out in a peace offering. she didn't seem eager to meet him, but it could easily have been the circumstances. "i'm vince, secretary treasurer of the student body committee."

 

[Shiaftrin]

She stared at him, unblinking, unmoving, not really too pleased about being approached in the hallway, especially at this time of night. The last time she had looked at her watch it had been 11:26pm, precisely, and that was well over half an hour ago.

He was bedraggled, unshaven, with hair that fell about his shoulders like some wild rogue-come-hitman from an action movie. She wished she still had her hand on the bathroom doorknob, allowing for that safety incase he was some drunken misfit who was looking to accost a seemingly unaware passerby in the hallway.

"You're the new girl, right?" He asked, offering his hand as a polite greeting. She blinked, not moving to shake his hand, her face a mixture of impatience and wariness. She didnt know what he wanted - it could be nothing more than an innocent encounter - but whatever the reason, she wished he would just disappear so she could retire back to her room.

"That'd be me." she said, obviously put out by this unwanted distraction and making no reference to his introduction. It was unlike her to be so cold, so unbecoming, but ever since she had moved to Wilkeson she had neither the time or the patience for other people. She had herself and that was all she needed.

 

[hellomimi]

she wasn't just non plussed. she was downight wary. he toook a look down at himself, and realized he must've looked a fright. he chuckled, and fished a rubber band from his pocket, quickly whisking his locks into some kind of order. he tucked his shirt in and smiled up at her saying "i apologize for my appearance i've been spending too many nights in that company" jabbing his thumb in the direction of the booming music.

she continued to appraise him as he were sure to rob and beat her. he inspected his laces as he scuffed his toe like some kind of school kid who'd been caught sneaking peeks at the girl's locker room. he didn't just want to run away. well, he did, but he couldn't. he was rooted to his spot, unconsciously staring at her. she was beautiful. in that greek statue kind of way. her chiseled features and sharp eyes bore through him and he began to chafe inwardly, hoping she could not see his rising affection for her.

he had no intention of putting the moves on anyone in his current state. he was clinging to the staircase for dear life, and didn't want to move lest she hop off like a little runny babbit (tee hee) he was on the wrong side of the building and couldn't have found his way back, since he'd wandered there unknowingly in the first place. his palms started to sweat, and his nonchalant attitude was beggining to crack. what if she called for help? he could'nt deny he'd been lurking in the shadows in front of the girls' bathroom, intentionally or no.

"hey listen" he said, trying to sound sober. "i'm really sorry i scared you, i'm going to go find my dumb friends and tell them to turn it down. i didn't know you could hear us all the way over here." he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before letting go of his only means of support. the music sounded like it was coming from everywhere, but slowly it dawned that the only lights (not security lights) were coming from the same direction as the music. he had his lighthouse, now if he could just get his feet to follow his head...