Knights of the Coffee Table {Lena & Brandon}

[kingarthur]

No one could have ever guessed Ainsley was bored, what with the way she was bouncing across the couch. Hopping from cushion to cushion, her long arms rocking out to an imaginary guitar. “Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame, darling’ you give love, a bad name!” She cried out along with the TV blaring Bon Jovi from her CD spinning in the DVD player.

She jumped off the couch, and slid across the floor on her knees. She bit down on her lower lip, and clenched her eyes shut, her head rocking backwards as her fingers danced wildly on the imaginary guitar. It was a wonderful day—sort of. She didn’t like being alone, but not for the fear of being alone. For the fact that she was so bored without someone to amuse her.

She stopped her air guitar solo, to look over at the desk in the living room, and twisted her lips. She really should study more. Her eyes slid over to the Great Dane laying next to her desk, his large head on his paws. So…animals weren’t exactly allowed in the dorms. And trying to conceal a dog that large was hard work—but she somehow managed. The house was relatively empty, in the animal regard. In her room were two cats that would be picked up for adoption the next day. All in all—Ainsley was lucky her roommate wasn’t ratting her out. Yet.

Speaking of roommate—where was Lena? Ainsley stood to her feet, and paced around the couch, before grabbing the remote, to the TV and jumped back on the couch. She pointed it at the TV, flipping through songs. It was hard to keep partying when your concentration had been broken for just a second. Jesus Christ, where the heck was Lena?!


Tags: Brandon / Monica / Lena / Noa / Ainsley / Olley
Notes:MY FIRST THREAD WITH NOA, YAY! Sorry for the shittiness of the first post. IT SHALL GET BETTER. I just suck at starting.
Outfit:Casualll

[lenawinthrop]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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It was a fairly normal day for Lena Winthrop: she went to her classes, came back to her room to take a nap, went to more classes, hung out with some friends, went to therapy. Therapy went as usual that day. The therapist had asked her if she had been eating well, Lena nodded. She asked if she had talked to anybody about what had happened, Lena nodded, she asked if Lena knew her son, the health teacher at Baum, Lena nodded. It was a rare occasion that she said more than two words to the woman, it was just starting to be a waste of money. She left early, giving a phony smile and a wave, saying she had somewhere to go. That was the only truth she had told the woman the entire hour, she did actually have plans.

She had promised to show Brandon around Barrie, which was nice because she hadn't seen him as much as she would've liked in the past couple of weeks. She loved Brandon. He was almost the polar opposite of her, which strangely made them even better friends. He was always happy, and had the cutest British accent in the entire world. Lena had always adored the way he always talked about Shakespeare and said 'Jolly Ho!' as a casual greeting. There was always something about Brandon that drew her to him, it was like their age difference didn't even matter. So she thought it was about time to introduce him to Ainsley, the other most important person in her life.

Ainsley. Where to start? Ainsley was perfect. She was the type of girl that everyone loved, she always had tons of friends and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. She was exactly Lena's height, but she was naturally and gorgeous, boys were drawn to her instantly. It wasn't a rare occurrence that they'd be out for dinner and Lena would be told that the waiter was infatuated with her friend, and if she was single, which was always followed by an array of free desserts. Even animals loved her, Ainsley always had at least 5 animals in their dorm who all absolutely adored her. The worst part was, Lena couldn't even hate her for being so perfect, because she was just so nice. Ainsley was the one who comforted her when she was panicking at the beginning of college, Ainsley was the one who introduced Lena to all her friends, and Ainsley was the one who always complimented her and made her laugh when she was sad. Ainsley was absolutely incredible, and she acted like she didn't even know it.

Lena nervously tugged at the one of her sweater sleeves as she led Brandon down the hall, avoiding various football players who were throwing either a football or a beer across the hallway and into each other's rooms. She knew that it was time for Brandon and Ainsley to meet, but she was still terrified. What if Brandon liked Ainsley more than her? It was a given that Ainsley and Brandon were going to like each other, but Lena was anxious that she was going to end up being the third wheel. Finally, they had arrived at the end of the hall, where glittery 'Lena' and 'Ainsley' signs along with a collage of hot guys and stickers for the various charities and clubs Ainsley was involved in adorned the door. Lena turned to Brandon and put a smile on her face as she said, "Here we are! The Royal Palace awaits." 'The Royal Palace' was a name that her and Ainsley had come up with on one of their…not so sober nights. Lena pulled her key out of her pocket and slowly opened the door, only to be greeted with a rather restless looking Ainsley flipping through channels. "I'm home, with a visitor!" Lena announced, as she threw her key onto the nearest end table.

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( words 660 ) ( tags ainsley/brandon ) ( outfit first polyvore attempt! ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[BRANDON JOHNSON]

IF THIS IS MAGIC, LET IT BE AN ART
LAWFUL AS EATING
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[/color]randon had heard many rather lovely stories concerning this university at which his dearest and best mate Lena was currently studying. And yet, the school year was nearly over, and Brandon had not, as of yet, been able to glimpse a catch of the lovely land. He had always pictured it as a prim and proper British castle, complete with simply dazzling moats, drawbridges, courtyards, turrets, battlements, and secret passageways, in which the noble Lena attended classes on the ancient magical arts by day and ferociously defended the kingdom from attackers on a dashing white unicorn by nightfall. Oh, what a jolly school to attend! Brandon had simply been yearning to visit.

Of course, the truth was slowly being revealed to him as he realized rather quickly that Uni Barriversity did not, in fact, have turrets or battlements, and that Lena harbored no knowledge of any such unicorns around the campus. Still, Brandon had not given up hope. A proper Brit did not lose faith, after all! Perhaps the moats and drawbridges were hidden, displayed only to those who had exhibited true nobility. Well, Brandon would certainly have to prove himself worthy at some point during this visit. Slay a dragon, perhaps, or rescue a fair maiden. Good in all time, he supposed. All in good time, rather.

"Here we are! The Royal Palace awaits."

“The royal palace?” Brandon’s face exploded with light. Indeed, a royal palace! Perhaps his visions of University had not been as wrong as he’d originally thought! Perhaps he had been deemed worthy of seeing the full glory of the castle in which Lena dwelt! Oh, but this was dreadfully exciting. Brandon was absolutely gobsmacked as he entered the royal palace.

"I'm home, with a visitor!"

Brandon glanced in the direction towards which his mate was yelling, and saw her living companion greatly engrossed in the telly. “Yes, er, hello,” he greeted cheerily, stepping forward. From what he’d heard of Lena’s stories, this maiden, Ainsley, was certainly quite a keen lass. This did not seem like much of a palace, though Brandon was not one to judge by first impressions. Perhaps the royal battlements were hidden behind one of the doors to the right? He would have to explore date a later at.

“Brandon Johnson.” He bowed his head, assuming that since this was her royal palace, it was only proper that he submit himself. “And you must be the lovely Ainsley! Lena has told me heaps about you. I do hope that we will get on quite nicely.”
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WORDS :: 545
TAGS :: Lena and Ainsley
OUTFIT :: it be hur
NOTES :: it’s weird, sorry, I’m a little rusty with him. I promise he’ll pipe down in the next post!
CREDZ :: Quote is "Winter’s Tale" by William Shakespeare (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[kingarthur]

Wheeere is Leennnaaaaa? Ainsley whined in her head, her head flopping backwards while she tried to find a song that MTV hadn’t ruined by playing over and over. That’s when she heard the key in the door, and like an eager puppy, she scrambled to her feet and watched the door expectantly. Percy lifted his large head off his paws, also watching.

“There you are, I was about to die of boredom.” Ainsley put her hands up in the air. She wasn’t sure exactly what that gesture meant—but it was typical of her to put her arms in the air when trying to emphasize a point. She lowered her arms, and tugged at the hem of her shirt to straighten it out grinning at the new comer. The large dog had stood, and stretched, before trotting happily over to Lena, licking her fingertips. He then lowered his black nose, sniffing at Brandon’s feet.

“Percival—Percy for short,” She introduced, “He’s big, but he’s really a sweetheart. Doesn’t bite—hey, you lookin’ for a cat? Cause I got two in my room that need to go to good homes.” Ainsley pointed over her shoulder towards her closed door while she set the remote down, and walked around her couch to approach her friend and the new companion. “Ooh, you’re Brandon! I’ve heard Lena talk about you!”

Happily, Ainsley hooked her arm with her roommate’s, leaning in to Brandon to give him a nudge, before she wandered to the kitchen. “That accent is totally spiff, Brandyboy. Where ya from?” Ainsley peeked her head out of the kitchen, and glanced at Lena. She had picked up on her friend’s sensitivity. They had become friends quickly, and there were still things that Lena hadn’t told her, but Ainsley knew that it could be a little too easy to hurt this girl’s feelings. “I got snacks and drinks in here, if ya’ll want em.”

She ducked back into the kitchen, where Percy followed her lazily after having a good sniff at Brandon’s legs. “Do you go to Barrie? You look all fancy schmancy and stuff. Like some sort of Royal Guard or something with that red coat thing.” Ainsley slipped out of the kitchen holding a large plastic tray. She had been insistent on buying it, due to this specific reason—feeling fancy as can be.

The tray contained a bowl of Cheez-Its, and what was left of a veggie platter she had bought the previous day. “If ya don’t like this, feel free to raid the fridge.” Ainsley pointed her index and middle finger into her own eyes, then turned her hand and pointed a single finger at Lena. A tiny code for, ’I’m watching. You better eat, or I’m ramming it down your throat.’

Ainsley had to shove Percy’s nose away from the tray twice, before grabbing him by his red collar, and leading him to the room that contained the other two cats. “No. You can’t have people food.” Ainsley dusted her hands off after scolding the dog, before swinging by the tray to grab a piece of broccoli, dipping it into the ranch dressing, “So watchaya’ll been up to, today?”