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nadinerothschild:

Nadine nodded simply in response to begin, waiting a second to take a sip from the cup of black coffee they’d ordered moments prior before speaking again. “Jaime,” They commented back curtly, as if they were mirroring his attempt to memorize their name. Folding their hands atop the book they’d brought to occupy time, they continued. “Names are difficult. I’ve always memorized faces. If you can’t remember that, I’m 2D.” 

Letting the conversation slip for a moment, Nadine finished off the coffee in the cup they’d been nursing. It wasn’t that they felt obliged to speak with the other, but they’d sat down at his table, meaning it was only polite to keep the conversation going here and there. After a few moments, they spoke again. “Where are you from, Jaime?” 

“Ah, 2F,” Jaime shared where he also lived, since it seemed appropriate to reciprocate the knowledge. He was certain he’d seen them around, and same building certainly made a lot of sense. He made a mental note to be more aware of his surroundings. 

“Oh, I’m from Richmond, Virginia, what about you?” he waves off his own hometown because he didn’t find it to be the greatest place in the world. He was much more interested in all the places he hadn’t been to yet, or the nice, pretty ones he had. He gave them a small smile, easing into the conversation even more.

#nadine

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oskar-martensson:

The young man tilted his head, going silent for a few seconds as if recollecting his thoughts, unsure of whether or not he enjoyed what he was studying. To be frank, he did enjoy what he was learning because he loved cooking, it was a hobby as well as his passion. Originally, Oskar dreamed of opening up a small cafe like restaurant (whatever it may be) and re-create traditional Swedish dishes with a more modern touch; withal, those dreams (more recently) had diminished. 

“ Yeah. I guess so. But its hard finding someone who is willing to hire me as an apprentice. ”

“Hm, yeah that seems like it would be difficult,” Jaime contributed, unsure what to truly say. He gave a small half smile in an attempt to give his regards, so to speak. 

Jaime looked outside, then around the cafe, taking notice that no one new had entered in a while. The final night rush was long over. Good. It had been a long day. He took a sip of his drink, almost done with it, then looked back up at Oskar. He was fine just spending the silent time with the other guy, and hopefully that was enough for now. He really had to focus and do prep work before being able to do small talk beyond what he’d already done, and the anxiousness crept back up. 

#oskar

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sccu-starling:

“Oh, fair enough.” Lydia mused, bobbing her head agreeably as she looked around the cafe before letting her eyes settle back on Jaime, widening her smile. “I know a few people like that.  They can be overwhelming for sure. But I don’t know, I like parties. Always someone to talk to, always something to do, and I like how the vibe is always so excited and vivacious, you know? I get people who say they want their lives to be like a party.”

“My summer was awesome!” She enthused. “I went on a month long tour of Europe, visited my brothers and my baby niece. Veronique and I went to Paris to visit her aunt. I finally got to introduce my parents to their grand-pig.” Lydia said drolly, giggling at her own joke and wondering momentarily how Barbie was doing in the apartment by herself. “Oh! And I have a new roommate! What about you? Anything fun?”

Jaime simply nodded along with her nonsense about liking parties. His brother had tried to get him to go to a few in high school, but the one he’d been to had been loud and stressful and a disaster, so he was more than fine declining that kind of thing. 

Jaime watched the spectacle of Lydia’s enthusiasm as she spoke of her summer with a smile on his face. He took a sip of his coffee, easily picturing Lydia doing the things she described, though his knowledge of Europe was minimal as he’d never been outside the US before. 

“Wow, that all sounds really cool,” he said, a small yet genuine smile on his face. “Oh, I went camping to a bunch of places nearby.” His smile subconsciously grew as he remembered his own summer. “It was quite nice.”

#Lydia

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oskar-martensson:

“ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ ᵗ⁻ᵗ⁻ᵗ⁻ʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ. ᴵᵗ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ” ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵘⁿᵉᵗᵗᵉ ᵒᵘᵗʷᵃʳᵈˡʸ ᵉˣᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵈᵉˣ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿ ᵇᵉᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ. ᵀᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿʸ, ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵃⁱᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᶜʰⁱˡˡ, ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ, ᵈᵒʷⁿ⁻ᵗᵒ⁻ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵖᵉʳ ˢᵉ. ᴶᵃⁱᵐᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴼˢᵏᵃʳ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵃˢⁱˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏˡʸ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ. 

“ ᵂᵉˡˡ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ˢᵉⁿⁱᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ ᶜᵘˡⁱⁿᵃʳʸ ᵃʳᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉˢ, ” ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵇᵒⁿᵃⁱʳ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ.

“ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ʷʰʸ ᴵ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿʳᵒˡ ⁱⁿ ᵗ⁻ᵗ⁻ᵗ⁻ʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ. ”

“Oh, well that sounds neat, too, though,” Jaime smiled easily at the other boy. “Do you enjoy what you study?” He found it fascinating watching people talk about their interests. 

Jaime took a sip of his coffee and let himself lean back in the chair. The initial panic of social conversation had faded some, and he was able to think clearly again. Plus, Oskar’s smile seemed to be infectious, and Jaime was actually quite invested in the conversation.

#oskar

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nadinerothschild:

Nadine’s lip pursed outwards, offering the other a nod as their expression shifted back to one of nonchalance and understanding. They’d always been a relatively calm person–if not by nature, then because of the medications they were loaded with to balance out their ADHD and even out their personality. Rehabilitation and their step away from narcotics did nothing to change that. Too much social interaction (although not enough of it tended to make them nervous as well) made them itch. Based only off what Nadine heard of the party currently happening in LA, they knew they’d make it a cool ten minutes into the festivities before they found themselves positively exhausted. 

“Hey, Jaime.” They offered back in response, a small smile crossing their expression. “I’m Nadine. I think you live in my apartment building. High Tides, right?” 

“Yes, that’s it!” Jaime looked away for a second, embarrassed by his excitement. He hadn’t had real length conversations in a hot minute. He looked back at them, and said, “I’m not great with, uh, face, or names, really. Nadine,” he repeated their name, clearly attempting to commit it to memory.

Jaime’s foot tapped, and he readjusted his weight to make it stop. A lull in conversation didn’t feel awkward to him in any way. He took another sip of coffee and relaxed into his seat a bit more. 

#nadine

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sccu-starling:

“Hi Jaime!” Lydia trilled, shoving basically what had remained of the pastry counter at the late hour into her bag. She hadn’t spoken too much with the familiar barista since the one time she’d helped him find his way after getting lost on campus, but she’d seen him around High Tides enough she considered them on a friendly enough basis that it didn’t feel odd greeting him so familiarly.

“I actually just came from there.” She confessed, digging through her bag for her wallet so she could return her credit card to it’s place, pulling out a multitude of recepits and crumpled papers as she did so. “I- oh my good golly I need to clean out my purse- I had a little bit of a headache from all that black light, so I thought I’d stop off here for a snack and some coffee before maybe heading back for a little longer.”

“What about you? Not a bowling fan?” She asked, smiling at him as she balled up a small pile of receipts and other such trash.

Jaime smiled at the sight of her, glad to see a familiar face. “Don’t mind the bowling, just not a ... party fan?” he shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. 

It didn’t surprise him that she had been or would be going back, as she was possibly the most outgoing person he’d ever met in his entire life, even though they hadn’t spoken often. When he’d seen her around, she always had a bright smile on her face, and he hoped that it wasn’t a front she was putting up, because he liked the thought of believing someone could be that positive, even though it seemed impossible to someone like him. 

“How was your summer?”

#THE PHOTO WOULDN'T INDENT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YA #lydia #lol sorry #also gifs are difficult and i'm a whiny bitch today sorry

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oskar-martensson:

ᵀʰᵉ ˢʷᵉᵈᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢʷⁱᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵃᵖ ᵇᵉᵉʳ, ᵍʳⁱᵐᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ⁱᵗˢ ᵐᵃˡᵗʸ ᶠˡᵃᵛᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵉ. “ ᴹʸ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ᴼˢᵏᵃʳ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵗʸ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ, ” ʰᵉ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ.

ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵘᵖ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵗ ᴬᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃⁿ ᵃᶜᶜᵉⁿᵗ, ʷⁱᵗʰᵃˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷᵉᵈⁱˢʰ ⁱⁿᶠˡⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵇᵃʸ ⁻⁻ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ? ᴼˢᵏᵃʳ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᵃᵗ, ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ, ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵃˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵘⁱⁿᵉ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ, ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵘⁱⁿᵉˡʸ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵗᵃˡᵏ; ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵗᵉˢʸ ᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ.

“ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵍʳᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ? ”

Jaime smiled at the other and shook his offered hand in polite greeting. “Oh, I’m a sophomore now,” he informed the other. “Studying fire protection and botany. How about you?” It was an easy conversation topic, one that came up naturally with any university students meeting each other on campus. It was interesting to Jaime how many different majors were offered at SCCU. 

Jaime’s fingers traced the outside of his coffee cup, a Hydroflask that he had with him at all times, essentially. The cool metal felt nice, and it kept him from fidgeting, kept him relaxed in the conversation. 

#oskar #'the university imported me' is a very good quote #if that wasn't meant to be a handshake i'm dumb? and ignore?

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oskar-martensson:

ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ⁻ᵒʷˡ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ, ʷᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃˢᵉ. ᵀʰᵉ ˢʷᵉᵈᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵉʳᵉˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ᵗʳⁱᵖ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵖ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ; ᵃ ˢᵒʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜⁱⁿᵉᵐᵃᵗᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰⁱᶜ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ. ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᵉˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵃˢᵗ, ᵃ ˢᵒʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵒʳʸ ᵛᵃᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ; ʷⁱᵗʰᵃˡ ᴼˢᵏᵃʳ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ˢʰᵘᵗ. ᴴᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴿᵒˢ, ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ, ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵘⁿˢᵘʳᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵍʳᵃᵈᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁻⁻ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʰⁱᵐ, ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ⁱᵗ ⁻⁻ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁿᵉʷ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵃʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ᶠᵒᵒᵗ.

ᵀʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵐᵃⁿ ʰᵃᵈ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵃᵈᵒᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿ ⁱʳʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃʳ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵃᵗᵗᵉʳⁿ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ, ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ, ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵘⁱʳᵃˢˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃⁱⁿ⁻ᵐᵃⁱˡ, ˢᵘᶠᶠᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁻⁻ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ⁻⁻ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵘⁿᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ᴴᵉ ˡᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢ, ʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ. ᴴᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵒʳᶜᵉˡᵃⁱⁿ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ˢᵘⁿˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵉʳᵉˡʸ ˢᵉᵉᵖᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵒᵈᵉⁿ ᵛᵉⁿᵉᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈˢ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵒˢᵗ. ᴴᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵍⁱʳˡᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ, ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ⁻⁻ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱᵈᵉ ⁱⁿ.

“ … ʸᵉᵃʰ. ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗ⁻ᵗ⁻ᵗ⁻ʰⁱⁿᵍ. ” ᴸⁱᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ. “ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ, ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏ. ” ᴸⁱᵉ ᵗʷᵒ. “ ᴮᵘᵗ ᶜʰᵉᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ, ” ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵃⁱˢᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵉʳ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡⁱᵉ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ.

Jaime smiled at the information given to him. He raised his coffee and said, “Me, too.” He made eye contact with the other guy before taking a sip of his warm beverage.

Looking around the cafe, Jaime didn’t seem to recognize anyone. He was certainly one to avoid people, but he wouldn’t expected a familiar face or two by now. He ignored that thought and looked back to the person in front of him. A small smile appeared on his face, and he fought his instincts to dismiss himself from the conversation to say, “I’m, uh-Jaime.” 

#oksar

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nadinerothschild:

Nadine was not going to that party. They’d learned back in their Freshman year on campus that if they’d venture out to be social, their willingness to converse with others in such a anxiety-triggering situation dwindled much quicker than expected. In their Junior year now, they hardly tried to put forth the effort that staying social would require. It wasn’t like they didn’t have friends or enjoy the company of others on occasion, but they preferred the solace and silence of their own apartment to a party more nights than not. 

Instead of making their way into LA to realize about half an hour into the party that their drive of the same duration had been a waste (considering they assumed that’s how long it’d be before they felt the creeping pain of a migraine coming on), Nadine wound up at the Wicked Bean–a favorite spot of theirs when they wanted to feel like were a part of the real world but still didn’t want to interact much with others. With a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, Nadine spared a glance around the semi-crowded cafe and, noticing there weren’t any unoccupied tables left, settled for sitting at one with a mildly familiar face. 

“Hm, no.” They responded back simply, placing the face of the other at High Tides in their head on more than one occasion. If they thought about the young man long enough, Nadine was sure that he lived a floor above them. “Too much stimulation for me. Same for you, or–?” 

“Uh, yeah, I guess. Just... loud? And useless?” he shrugged. Jaime was not a partier by nature. He drank with friends in high school a whopping three whole times, and the people who he hung out with were the ‘weird kids’ so they weren’t exactly ragers he attended. They just had some beer and did what they always do, and it was just chill enough that he had a fun time. 

Jaime noticed the person across from him and couldn’t help but think they looked very familiar. Then again, it wasn’t a giant state school, so they probably had a class with him at some point. “I’m Jaime, by the way...” he introduced himself with a small smile, silently praying he hadn’t met them before.

#nadine

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Sunset at Yosemite National Park

#aesthetic #jaime likes nature #suprise i know

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Jaime refilled the milk and gave a half wave to his coworker. After the late night rush, it was finally time for his break. He grabbed his drink and walked over to an empty table. The first few weeks back tended to be busier nights for them, just like finals weeks were. People wanted enough caffeine to stay up and party or just catch up with their friends, and most classes had easy syllabus classes for the first week with little assignments. 

For Jaime, he knew that his EMT job would be busy with freshman partying too hard and was already dreading the amount of vomiting peers he would have to deal with. However, he knew that it was a necessary passage for his degree to get the field experience in emergency response, and for times when he could really help he was excited. The adrenaline rush of knowing exactly what to do in a panicked situation was worth it for him. 

Someone sat down next to him, and he looked up. “Not going to that party either, eh?” He raised his drink at them in polite greeting. 

#sccu; starter #is that the only tag i need? #unknown #@miki i didn't forget

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Zion National Park Overlook

by Serge Ramelli

#aesthetic #zion np

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DATE  → Late Summer SUMMARY  → Jaime says goodbye to the summer and prepares for Year 2 TRIGGER WARNINGS  → Loneliness? Panic attack (barely mentioned)

Jaime exhaled and set down his duffel bag on the bed. “That’s the last of it,” he said under his breath. He had just finished moving his belongings into his room in the High Tide Apartments for his second year at Seacrest Cove. Well, finished carrying his hiking and camping gear back up anyway.

The summer had been great. Summer was actually Jaime’s favorite holiday, always had been. Best season for most outdoor activities, so not a huge shocker, really. 

However, this summer had been especially short to Jaime, perhaps since it was his first one on the West Coast. He saw no point in going home for the summer, and his dad had agreed that it made more sense for Jaime to stay in California. He’d continued working his campus job, and on top of that completed the Basic EMT course he needed for his degree. 

When that was done with, he took two weeks off to go to Zion National Park. His hair had grown longer during the summer, as he’d never been one to maintain a neat personal appearance, and he’d hiked almost as much as his feet could bear. 

All the positives aside, Jaime had begun to feel twinges of loneliness throughout the summer, the kind he thought he’d grown used to long ago. Seeing beautiful sunsets, sunrises, even hiking through pouring rain had moments that were breathtakingly beautiful this summer, and a small part of him wished he could look over and share the moments with someone else.

The rational part of his mind argued it was human to crave interaction of any kind, but in his heart Jaime knew it ran deeper than that. He had plenty of dreams that woke him in the middle of the night which he immediately would try to oppress. He’d see other hikers and try to ignore thing he would immediately notice about other guys, when he’d never notice such details on girls. 

Jaime had the sort of barbaric upbringing that led him to suppressing the things he wanted to deal with, and even what he assumes was a panic attack in his tent during a thunderstorm one night didn’t get out everything he tries to keep buried. 

He smoothed the quilt across his bed and stretched. With most of his general education requirements out of the way, Jaime was excited to start learning the things that would help him in his career, the things that would help him save lives. 

He picked up the print he got of Zion NP at the site and positioned it on the wall exactly where he wanted. Jaime gave a small smile and nod at the position. “Perfect.” He was ready for the year to start. 

#late task #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #sccu; taskseventeen #self para #miki and britt want to flay me #but here i stand #actually i'm sitting

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sccu-starling:

“Oh lucky you!” Lydia grinned, starting towards the closest way she knew led off campus. “That’s always seemed like a pretty fun place to live. There always seems to be something going on. Do you know many of your neighbors?”

“I don’t really, don’t often know what’s going on in the building anyway.It’s all a bit... loud... for my taste,” he tells her, avoiding eye contact to minimize increasing awkward level.

#lydia

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ivazotrova:

Iva began to walk the familiar route, looking at Jaime expectantly. “So do you live there? If so, I’m surprised we haven’t seen each other more often. I’m over there quite a bit visiting some of my friends.”

“Uh, yeah... I don’t really ‘hang out’ a lot,” he says ‘hang out’ in the way a 50 year old would, and to cover up his feeling of awkwardness says, “Uh, you know, classes and work and such...”

#iva

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Fav/Least Fav

FAVORITE:

Book: likes classics and historical fiction

Movie: he watches documentaries mostly 

Food: Burrito

Color: Forest Green

Type of Music: Folk or Acoustic Alternative

Season: Autumn

TV Show: Master Chef

Brand of Clothing: Royal Robbins or Columbia

Professor: The head of his major

Subject/Class: Biology/forestry classes

Social Media: Instagram for the pics

Animal: deer

Place: Shenandoah National Park

News Source: National Geographic, NY Times

Restaurant: Mexican food truck

Emoji: None

LEAST FAVORITE:

Book: Hates modern ones

Movie: he doesn’t see many  

Food: Spinach Casserole 

Color: Red

Type of Music: Hip Hop

Season: Spring

TV Show: any reality tv

Brand of Clothing: fancy suits

Person: trump, maybe?

Professor: His psych professor

Subject/Class: English Lit

Social Media: Twitter or Facebook

Animal: geese

Place: Big cities

News Source: Tabloids/Any Entertainment News

Restaurant: Fancy Steakhouses

Emoji: All

#sccu; taskten #this was open on my computer in a tab and i just didn't post it??? #lmao

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ivazotrova:

“Oh I’m on my way there.” Iva said, digging through her purse for a water bottle. “You can follow me if you want.”

“Oh, that would be excellent, actually. Thanks,” he gave her a small smile, swallowing his hesitance at the social interaction, the likes of which he generally avoided.

#iva