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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] i'm getting hungry ; peel me a grape Darcie never considered herself the kind of girl to take advantage of boys. The thought had never even occurred to her. Men did their thing, women did theirs. They were separate. Intertwined, yes, but still separate. She never understood how or why girls exploited men, used their sexuality to get things like meals or pretty jewellery. They had jobs! They had money to spend, what was the big deal in not spending it on themselves? Darcie knew that everything she had that she bought with her own money, she enjoyed several times more because it was hers. It wasn't a gift, it wasn't a token, it was something she worked for and saved for and got for herself. That made it special in its own way. Still, if someone was going to buy her a drink, who was Darcie to say no to that? It wasn't her goal in life, but she wasn't the type to say no to saving a few bucks here and there. Frugal would be the best word to describe it in her books. So far, since she'd plopped herself down at the bar, she'd gotten a free caesar. It was from Quigley, who laughed at her kindly for ordering a sprite, but it still counted. Her night wasn't about to revolve around drinks and who was buying because she had homework to do and one of her room mates had a boy over. Not even just an innocent 'having a boy over' scenario, but a raunchy, self-absorbed kind of visit. Darcie sat at her desk staring furiously at her empty page while some guy she'd never seen bending her room mate over the other end of that same desk and shoving his hands into her clothes before the freshman got irritated and gathered up her things. They even made eye contact once, Darcie and the new guy. That was the most awkward part. He saw her, she saw him, and it happened while he was fingering someone else. Hawkward indeed. Quigley brightened up her night a bit. Darcie wasn't angry, she wasn't even upset. She was just... just a little alarmed, really. Alarmed at how careless and open people could be. Who did that? With someone else so close they could literally reach out and pinch the offending party's noses? She didn't need the alcoholic beverage she was offered, but the blonde took it without argument and thanked the older gentleman kindly. Her directing homework was still just a blank storyboard and three titles, all crossed out, but the second and third titles(and the crossing out bits) happened after her arrival at the pub so really, that was progress. Leaning back against thing air, Darcie laced her fingers behind her head and spun around on her stool to survey the crowd. It was a slow night. She wasn't looking for anything or anyone in particular, just... just an idea. Just a story. A tiny one, enough to fill up a couple squares of her storyboard. If she had an idea, her work was as good as done. If she had an idea... 500ish words for noah. wearing blah. muse is not real .

[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

* And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are ,

Quigley's usually wasn't a place Noah frequented. He took every opportunity to get off campus, and the small little bar LCU had was pretty lame in his opinion. A place where annoying cliques of giggling girls and brain-dead guys ordered club soda and drank with the their pinkies out. Maybe that was somewhat of an exaggeration, but the junior more or less skipped over the bar in favor of somewhere else.

However, he was feeling lazy that evening and Quigley's was convenient, if nothing else. A few of the other guys were heading over there so Noah decided to tag along. Of course, as soon as they arrived, he split off and did his own thing, as usual. Even some of his brothers he couldn't stand for more than a few minutes. People were simply not Noah Goldstein's forte, not even the ones he was supposed to consider to be like family. Small doses of social interaction, the boy told himself. Small doses. He had his in for the day and was free to ditch those he had originally come with and do his own thing. They probably wouldn't miss him anyways, and he sure as hell wouldn't miss them.

Heading towards the bar counter, he took the first empty seat he saw, not paying much attention to who was around him. Noah ordered a drink, nothing all that strong as he didn't want to get completely piss drunk and regret it in the morning. The junior was aggravated enough without having a hangover. Taking a sip, he glanced over at the girl next to him, his eyes settling on the notebook in front of her. There wasn't a whole lot on it at the moment. But really, who was he to talk. Even her scratched off titles were more progress than Noah would have had.

"This is a bit of an odd place to do homework, don't you think?" he questioned, rolling his eyes. Noah had a hard time getting work done any place, let alone in a bar full of noise and people and distractions. He recognized the story board assignment, hearing some pledge back at the house complaining about the directing class he was in or whatever the hell it was called. The junior had never really been one for that artsy sort of stuff, he was more analytical, though with his failing grades that trait wasn't doing him a whole lot of good. "Your progress is very disappointing," Noah added sarcastically. He vaguely recognized the girl, Darcie was it? They had spoken on an occasion or two, and she was almost tolerable. That was as close to a compliment as one was going to get from the boy. "Lacking inspiration or just being lazy?" he asked with a smirk. He was familiar with both.

darcie. this is a bad post but i love you so forgive meh.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] i'm getting hungry ; peel me a grape "Will I be in trouble if I say a bit of both?" The young woman flashed a hopeless sort of smile. She didn't seem at all bothered or surprised by the sudden presence of another person. In fact, she almost seemed thankful. It gave her a reason to procrastinate! And maybe, through the art of conversation, an idea would come to her. maybe she'd have some great epiphany talking to this guy and she'd write a marvelous story board which would turn into a beautiful project and she'd pass her class with flying colours and be the next Martin Scorsese, but hopefully a better looking version. It was all very hopeful and silly but she couldn't help wishing somehow this would be the answer to everything, somehow this one man would give her one idea that would blossom into the rest of her life. Unlikely, but Darcie enjoyed hoping. She tapped her pencil on her chin, frowning down at the page. "I like doing homework here. Someone could say something in passing that might give me a brilliant idea, you know?" She smirked. "Plus I think I'm much more clever when I'm drunk." As most people do. The blonde gestured to the notebook with her pencil. "I've got 'Pub Night', 'The Man in The Hat', 'A Shot More' and 'Bar Vampire'. And they're all shit, aren't they?" Of course they were. Absolute shit. Where would she go with any of them, really? Darcie kept hoping for some brilliant indie film that would rocket off into film festivals and that just wasn't happening. The Man in the fucking Hat. What was she thinking? This wasn't her job! She wasn't meant for this sort of... creative birthing that all the other students seemed so willing to take part in. Like they were breaking off a piece of their soul, cutting it out of their very skin and holding it out for an audience to eat their fill of. And Darcie? Darcie just wanted something. Soul would be good, but she'd be happy with a piece of her heart, a piece of her brain, fuck it, liver would do! She just needed something on that page. "If my progress is so disappointing, how about you tell me how you'd proceed then, Mister Answers." 500ish words for noah. wearing blah. forgiven darling <3.

[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

* And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are ,

If Noah's grades were any reflection of his work ethic, he should probably have been back in his room reading a textbook or taking notes, or really doing anything productive that would help improve his academic endeavors. Instead, he was the bar. That was loads more fun anyways, plus there was alcohol involved. A win-win situation, right? Even if it was at the cost of his marks and Quigley's served way too many preppy pretty-boys that ordered little girl spritzers, it was still a much better alternative than attempting to do homework.

The junior was certainly not the most dedicated to his studies -- that was putting it lightly. Noah was a bit naive to the world in that regard, not really taking a proactive role in preparing for his future and all that other garbage his parents and professors droned on and on about. He still had two years anyways, maybe even more if he ended up like Shea, which honestly wouldn't be so bad. He was at college, the whole point of it was to have fun. Mine as well enjoy it while you can, right? That was his philosophy, at least. What was better than Noah Goldstein philosophy? Nothing, that's what.

"I don't know about trouble," the young man said, trailing off with a smirk and taking another swallow of his drink. He was hardly one to be talking about being lazy and uninspired. How exactly she was expecting to find a stroke of genius amongst the patrons of the bar he didn't know. "Yeah, because Mr. Beer Gut and Desperate-Loner-Chick-Trying-To-Pick-Up-Losers are great inspiration," he replied, mocking a few of the patrons he saw around. Noah wasn't a people person and would be better coming up with ideas himself, but to each their own, he supposed. Whatever the assignment was, Noah was glad it wasn't his responsibility. Doing his calculus problem sets was too much effort, let alone actually having to put some thought and creativity behind something. Math was straightforward and either right or wrong, where as the stuff she was attempting... not so much. There was a bit more to that. That artsy shit had never been up Noah's alley, but even he knew enough to realize that her ideas were not so hot.

"The man in the hat... that sounds thrilling," the junior said sarcastically, laughing at the title. What good could come out of something with a name so stupid? "Yeah. They are shit, not gonna lie." He had always been a little bit too honest. The more polite thing would to be to let her down easy or say they were fine, but why beat around the bush and sugar coat things? The girl wouldn't learn anything from that. As far as Noah was concerned, he was helping her. She already thought her ideas were awful anyways, there was no harm in confirming that fact. He grinned as she asked him what he would do, to which he honestly didn't have a straight answer. "I don't know, make it interesting. Have a guy shoot someone in the head. Or some girl on girl action. That would get people's attention." He laughed at the proposition, not exactly the most moving film idea but close enough for him. Yep, Noah was a douche and saying that sort of thing, especially when practically first meeting someone, was frowned upon. His words knew no censor, apparently. As long as he didn't get slapped, it was all good.

darcie. lols idek what he's saying sometimes.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] i'm getting hungry ; peel me a grape "Hey, they could be good! Turn them into something magical and epic. Mr. Beer Gut is a human-ified Mario and Desperate-Loner-Chick is Princess Peach. You know, annoying and self-absorbed, only interested in making herself happy, but as soon as Beer Gut gets close it turns out she's in another castle. I could turn it into a big Mario twist. Hey, you know what, that isn't bad!" Grinning, Darcie jotted it down - 'human Mario'. It wasn't much but it was an idea, and that was all she needed at the moment. Any idea could be run with, really. Nobody said the film had to be festival worthy, it just had to be a film. And at least mediocre. Darcie could handle that. Her pen tapped lightly against her notepad once she was through writing, the tapping anxious but not too much. Just enough to make it fairly apparent that although she was laughing and joking, this assignment was still a big deal. There was no point outwardly stressing, especially not in the presence of someone who had unwittingly sat down beside her. She wasn't about to start bawling and pour out her soul to him, bitch about having left her assignment too late and how she was going to fail and get kicked out and become a crack whore and have to give blowjobs in dingy club bathrooms to get her next fix. Instead of all that, she smiled again. "Girl on girl action? I'm sure I can squeeze some in. A slippery shower scene between Princess Peach and Princess Daisy? Then when Mario shows up they admit to him and Luigi that they've been lesbians for each other all along, but thanks for all the saving and shit." This was jotted down as well, though it was unlikely it would make it into her film. But any idea could be worked off of. And who knew, maybe one day she would do a whole movie of real life Mario. Then Noah would get his soapy shower scene. Finally the scratching and tapping of her pen ceased and Darcie stuck a hand out. "I'm Darcie. If this film makes me famous, I'll be sure you credit you for it." 500ish words for noah. wearing blah. muse is not real .

[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

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"I'm glad someone appreciates my creative genius," Noah joked, surprised that she had actually taken him seriously with the mentions. It was actually a pretty good comparison that had had made, with Mario and Princess Peach and all, now that he thought about it. This was the reason he wasn't good with this sort of stuff, she should take a bunch of nonsense that meant nothing and turn it into something. The Kappa would have never come up with any of that... which was probably the reason he was a math major. Not that he was doing so hot in that department either. The only thing he seemed to be good at was getting people to hate him. An incredible talent, obviously.

Noticing her anxiously tapping her pen, Noah wondered if she really was worried about this. He wasn't completely oblivious to people. At least not one hundred percent of the time. The whole being concerned with school wasn't something he could really relate to, though, which was apparent with his failing grades. He wasn't doing so well in his classes, practically failing all of them. His GPA was just high enough to stay eligible for the Kappas. A normal person would be worried by this, but he didn't care much. He always ended up passing, come exams he'd bump his average enough to be satisfactory... wouldn't he? That was the plan, at least, or about as much of a plan as Noah Goldstein was capable of forming.

"Now that's more like it. You've got an award winner on your hands." He smirked at her, still not believing that she was actually jotting this stuff down into her notebook. Most people knew better than to take him seriously. The girl should have taken what the junior was saying as a grain of salt. It was amusing that she was entertaining the idea, though. At least it was something to help. He raised an eyebrow when she stuck out her hand, but realized it was introduction. Shaking her hand very diplomatic-like, he let another smirk spread over his features.

"Well Darcie, I would like to credited as Noah Goldstein the Film Visionary. Has a nice ring to it, right?" The man laughed, it sounded more ridiculous than anything. Not like it mattered anyways, he wasn't sure a professor would be too accepting of the ideas they had come up with. Unless they were those weird liberal hippie kind.

darcie. HUMAN MARIO YAY.