no peace and quiet?, open. =]

[olivia ellis]

It was a decent enough Saturday. The sun was out, there was a slight breeze, and the temps were above normal (which was weird for this part of the country). So why in God's name was a student (a teenage student, at that) sitting in the air conditioned lobby of the dorm building with an oversized book in hand?

For Olly Ellis, this was not abnormal behavior. While any other normal teenager would be out shopping, hanging out with companions, partying or fornicating, Olly found much more comfort with a dusty old book in hand and a cup (or rather, pot) of coffee nearby. But this wasn't any old dusty book, no. This was a Stephen King book. Well, technically, a Richard Bachman book. But since Richard Bachman was Stephen King's pseudonym, it was actually written by him. So she was reading it.

And it wasn't like she had anything better to do, really.

She'd already gone over her dorm three times today: picking up papers off of the floor, doing her laundry, rearranging her Stephen King books (she had quite the collection), organizing her filing cabinet, and several other important things to do on a Saturday morning. She had already gotten her pile of homework done yesterday, so her entire weekend was free to do... what was it she did again? Oh yes, read.

Turning a page with a flick of her wrist, she took a moment to grasp the cup of coffee sitting on the coffee table nearby, taking a sip and replacing it on the coffee ring once more. A couple of loud upperclassmen barged through the doors leading into the building, making a huge amount of noise on their way back up to their rooms. Olivia attempted to take no notice, but couldn't help but glare at their retreating backs as they boarded the elevator. She let her eyes return back to the yellowed pages of her book as she tried to forget about her inconsiderate classmates.

[lannon underwood]

Grinning, Lannon caught the football tossed nonchalantly in his direction. His pal didn't use any technique, they already got whooped outside infront of the dorms. Now that it was getting warm, Lannon and his friends were finding plenty of time to be outside, not inside studying. From football, to soccer, or lacrosse, Lannon partisipated in it all. He loved sports, they were kind of his speciality. Standing at a tall six foot, he was easily able to manuever around with a lacrosse stick, and cradle the ball so opponents couldn't knock it out of his hold. He was lean, and narrow built, as if God wanted him to be a runner. So soccer and football were plenty fun too. In high school Lannon excelled in sports, hense all the scholarships. When he got here, he just wanted a major he could use in life, and therefore didn't chose to role with sports teams all the times. He stuck with track and lacrosse and had fun with the guys inbetween those and studying.

With his football in his hands, Lannon said farewell to the guys as they ran up the steps to their dorms. He rubbed the back of his neck, and then lifted the bottom of his shirt with the same hand, his only free one, and lifted it to dry the sweat on his brow. He was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and his socks were pulled high, but didn't reach his knees. They matched his black nike sneakers. His shirt was a red tank top, sort of loose and styled like a basketball jersey, but cotton. No wonder he was sweating so bad after play a game. Lannon tossed the ball up and caught it, and while repeating this a few times, he meandered away from the door to the stairs his friends had passed through. He didn't have his key to his room, and needed someone, a resident assistant particularly, to open it for him. But no one seemed to be around.

The only person around was a girl reading. By the looks of it, it was a familiar book. Lannon didn't read much anymore, but he used to read all the time, especially after smoking a bowl. Some Bob Marley tunes, Jimi Hendrix, it set a really nice mood for reading. Taking a few steps over to the couches where the girl was sitting, Lannon plopped down on one of them near to the one she was occupying. "Have you seen any of the RAs?" he asked her, curious as to what she looked like. Yeah, Lannon was a ladies man. Of course he was curious. She just had to have her head stuck in a book. He did give her credit on the author choice, though he kept quiet about that.

[olivia ellis]

"Have you seen any of the RAs?"

Here we go again. It happened every Saturday when she decided to read down in the lobby. Just when she was getting into a really interesting part of the book, somebody had to come along and make her lose her concentration. See, Stephen King has this thing with running off on a complete tangent, leaving the reader lost and confused. In order to stay with the story, the reader needs complete concentration or they'll be left in the dust. And so when students walked in and out of the building, Olivia would keep losing her train of thought.

She really needed to find a different place to read.

She lowered her book and look over at the student who was asking, and shook her head slightly. "I haven't, actually. I've been up in my room all morning, I've only recently come down here." She said, folding over the corner of her page and closing her book, mentally reminding herself of where she was in the story, for when she picked up her book again. Tossing it next to her on the couch, she sat up a bit better and picked up her styrofoam cup from the coffeetable in front of her.

Taking a sip, she looked over at the male once more. He looked vaguely familiar to her, most likely from a class they shared. She didn't really focus too much on the people around her, but wasn't completely blind to her classmates.

Curiosity taking over, she brushed a strand of dark hair out of her eyes as she spoke. "Locked out?" She asked, taking another sip from the steaming cup. She studied his features, trying to place where she has seen his face before. She has to have seen him before. She wouldn't usually go too long without realizing that there were some very good-looking students in her vicinity.

[lannon underwood]

Lannon threw the ball up, and caught it, though it didn't really get any elevation with his half-assed throw. His eyes darted back to the girl, and he took in her long dark hair and her eyes, on him now that she was finished tagging her page and putting her book aside. Lannon felt his brow raise, a little shocked she completely stopped her reading. He had only asked a question, but he felt like he might have ruined her mood. Oops.

The boy thought of his words carefully. "Oh, okay..." And what words he had come up with. His eyes looked down at the floor as he leaned forward. His elbows landed on each of his knees, and his hands ran through his blond hair on his hanging head. He could still feel sweat, which really made him wish he had his key, so he could grab his things and shower.. He had not expected her to have seen anyone around to help him. The RA's were always conscious of people reading and being quiet, as it was their job to make sure everyone else in the dorm wasn't too loud. This girl, whoever she was, though he might have seen her around before, probably wouldn't have heard them if they came by to use the office or check on the first floor.

"Locked out?"

Lannon's head rose when he heard the question aimed towards him. He let out a snicker. "Mhm, I didn't take my wallet with me to play a game outside, and my keys are still clipped to my jeans..." He let his eyes roll, and that side-smirk of his appeared upon his lips. It was one of his most handsome features, one that usually got him what he wanted when it came to his parents, friends, and sometimes the girls too. Just like in every movie it highlighted his face, and gave him this challenging sort of look, while he only did it out of character and habit.

Once his words were in a way finalized, he gave a small shrug and fixed his eyes on who was before him. Who was she, and why did she seem familiar... he had to have seen her in a basic freshman class or something, but he couldn't remember. He didn't go to many classes sober. "I'm Lannon, by the way... so incase I'm ever locked outside or something, and you need to tell someone, "Lannon Underwood needs assistance with getting in his room, he's a moron who always forgets his room keys..." His sarcasm as vivid as ever, Lannon felt he had gotten the point acrpss pretty accurately.