A cloudy day~/open

[dormouse]

Darcy did not like being told exactly what to do. She did not like having due dates, or organizers, or certain formats. And she certainly did not like her new professor, who nonchalantly managed to rat her out five times in class for writing her paper in the wrong format. Darcy had worked diligently for a good first impression, even going as far as handwriting it! This was ridiculous, and she had a cramped hand for days. For what? A lousy grade. Not only that, but the professor gave them a pile of homework about the correct format of writing, which was obviously pointed back to Darcy. Which caused the class to give her the cold shoulder. What could be worse? Oh, yeah. Rain pounded outdoors and she missed her Starbucks coffee due to sleeping late (again). Now she had to settle for plain black coffee and finish her paper in one of the common rooms, because the study centers were packed and the common rooms a bit less so. It seemed like the professors were piling up the work in the beginning of the year.


As Darcy sipped her bitter coffee, she took another look at the paper. Write a 1000 word persuading essay about how writing in the right format will give esteem to your paper. What a joke. She'd rather write about two girls who discovered an alternate dimension...yes, much like that dream she had the other night.... what a good dream, and she had slept like a rock....Darcy dozed off for a moment when the obnoxious voices in the room woke her up. She quickly pulled out a small bouncy ball and let it go on the hardwood table her laptop sat on. It stopped bouncing after a minute and she sighed (ever since she saw Inception she was particularly paranoid about dreams). No, she mustn't fall asleep again. Last time she did she missed her daily coffee, she thought bitterly to herself.


Now, about that essay. Darcy took a look at her notes from class. Most of the words were arranged so that it created a teapot. She smiled faintly at the poem before starting the paper with an introduction. Something about how vicious the teacher was... and how she reminded her of a bat... But no, she had to get an A on this paper or her grade point average would definitely slip down even more (if that was possible). There are many forms of writing, yet only one pertains to this English class. As Darcy started typing rapidly she heard a small crash and looked to her left.


Somebody had knocked her coffee all over the table and her clothes, her fancy first impression clothes! She watched a figure walk away quickly and knew they did it. Bastard.


"Yeah, you run! Coward!" She was about to shout a string of swear words when she glanced at her laptop. It was completely blank. "God, no..." She shook the thing violently and started pushing random buttons that were coated in coffee. Nothing would work. She started panicking like crazy... This was the end. All her work was saved onto the laptop and she hadn't updated her backup flash drive in a while.


All in all, it wasn't the best first day of class.

ATTIRE

[/color] First impression~ CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES yayy. first post. WORD COUNT 548 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[hedgiefrost]

Ryan was having a wonderful day. Well, not really. Maggie was busy and so was he so the chance of seeing her was slim to none. So that part wasn't great, but it made him feel a whole lot better when he found out he aced that paper in his law class that he thought he totally failed. Ryan was studying to be a paralegal since he definitely did not have the social skills to be a lawyer like he had planned on since childhood.

But you didn't get a law degree without passing, and you didnt pass without studying. It was common fact, at least for Ryan. Austen Research Center was way too packed for this time of day, though, and since it really wasn't worth it to take a seat on the floor like some had, he went to the student center and took a seat in the rather comfy chairs.

Ryan looked at the girl with the laptop across from him. Not that he was looking at her in the way men usually looked at women; that hadn't happened since he'd met Maggie. She was dozing off, it seemed. She looked vaguely familiar, and Ryan remembered that she was the girl who had been the alluded reason for the essay he had to get to writing eventually for one of his other classes.

Write a 1000 word persuading essay about how writing in the right format will give esteem to your paper.

Honestly, Ryan didn't really like formats, so that essay was going to be hard, but he didn't blame her. But oh well, that didn't really matter. He needed to study.

Ryan put in his headphones to block out the obnoxious kids that had just walked in. It wasn't an iPod, moreso one of those cheap mp3 players parents gave their little kids when they didn't trust them with the expensive namebrands. It had quite a few songs on it, though. Yeah, it wasn't much, but it was kind of all he could afford at the time he bought it, which was a few years ago.

For a few minutes, he actually got to study peacefully until he heard someone yelling. "Yeah, you run! Coward!" He looked up and there was coffee all over the place. Luckily Ryan's things had been untouched, but the girl hadn't been so lucky.

Instantly he took his headphones out. Ryan stood up to help, but regretted it when his books and papers he had sitting on his lap fell on the floor. Oh well, that didn't matter. This was more important.

"I- uh- is there anything I can do to help?" he stuttered. God, did his lack-of-speech have to start up now? He turned his gaze towards her laptop. It didn't look good and Ryan wasn't exactly knowledgable in the world of computers. But maybe just being friendly would help a little.

OUTFIT

[dormouse]

Rubbish. Darcy knew her laptop was dead after she pressed every single button at least twice and still the worthless git hadn't come back! She could do so many things right now. Well, at least she still had her journal. Her schoolwork was all crammed into her laptop, but Darcy's writings were hand written. But still! Her grade would slip drastically, she would get kicked out of college, lose all her money, and become homeless!

Darcy hyperventilated silently, holding herself together by sitting down dizzily. Her laptop was done for. Dead. She wasn't exactly sure what to do, so she started wiping up the coffee with her arm. Nobody else seemed to want to help.

Suddenly Darcy heard a crash and turned around. A familiar face... Oh yes. He was in her English class, wasn't he? Darcy quickly picked up all his stuff. Although she wasn't very prudent with messes, she didn't like it when things were scattered all over the floor.

"I- uh- is there anything I can do to help?"

He stuttered and Darcy couldn't help but smile a little. All she wanted to do was protect this guy or something, he was so cute (no, not in the "OMGHE'SSOHOT" way, but in the "OMGIT'SAPUPPY" way). And so not a computer geek. Oh well.

"Thank God somebody decided to help," She mumbled to herself, continuing punching buttons on the laptop.

"Do you happen to know anything about computers? Because I surely don't. And that fucking idiot surely doesn't, considering he just fucking spilled his coffee all over my shit that will kick me out of all my classes because I won't have it anymore," she spit out. Darcy usually didn't swear, because she thought it just showed that it was really the only thing in your vocabulary. But she was so angry it felt sort of good to let everything out.

ATTIRE

[/color] First impression~ CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES WORD COUNT ... [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]