Kale Ivy Institute discussion

This is the entrance to the dorms. Girls to the right: Boys to the left.

It is an area where both genders can mingle, but be aware--the House-Head's room is just to the side.

There is a large TV and a couple couches, it's set up like a comfortable arcade.

Fiddling with the camera in her hands, Lara frowned, pursing her lips and sticking her tongue out to the side slightly in concentration. What the hell kind of crap was this? Scowling slightly as she button mashed the buttons on the back of her camera she sighed and then flopped down on one of couches. Crossing her legs underneath her as she concentrated on her button mashing she paused after a moment, taking out the battery and then putting it back in the camera and turning it on. At the delightful ringing sound of it turning on her lips stretching into a gleeful grin. Now to look for someone to snap pictures of. Turning on her spot she leaned against the back of the couch, propping her arms on the back of it and camera in hand she scanned the lobby for her next target.

With his Chemistry book tucked under his arm along with a notebook, Louis walked into the lobby in hopes of getting some homework done before soccer practice a little later. It's been a pretty intense day so far, not that it was over just yet, but still he felt a bit worn out. Perhaps it was because he was just a tad hungover from the night before, but no need to dwell on that. Instead, he flopped comfortably onto a purple recliner and opened the large textbook to the chapter they went over in class that morning. Since he didn't play much attention in class, Louis decided to use this time to write a few notes down. Naturally he noticed a few other people in the lobby, waving at a few of them but not actually saying anything as his mind was elsewhere. Sighing softly, he rubbed his head, staring down at the words as if it was all written in another language completely.

Perfect. Honestly she had no idea who this guy was, but he was going to be in her picture collection for the rest of her life. So she would later have to find out who he was. Either way it was perfect, after all he was completely oblivious to her. Zooming in she snapped a few pictures before ducking down and rolling off the couch. Shuffling closer to the purple recliner on her hands and knees, ducking behind the table and then scooting even closer she popped up beside the recliner, snapping a picture of the boy she dropped the camera around her neck and leaning on the arm rest, folding her arms under her and smiling she grinned at the guy. "Hello there, who are you?" Tilting her head to the side she only hoped he didn't mind that she used flash when she took pictures. After all that was the best way to get pictures. To illuminate the heck out of them. At least in Lara's mind anyway.

Louis flinched when bright lights suddenly went off in his face --this obviously did not help with his headache. Was someone taking a picture of him? What was going on? What the hell? He blinked a few times, his pen dropping from his hand as he rubbed his eyes a little before looking over at the person responsible for nearly blinding him. However, instead of being pissy about it, Louis smiled at the girl in a rather friendly way, a little irritated but more amused than anything. "Oh hi, uh, I'm Louis," he replied, offering his hand to her to shake. "And you are?" Yeah, so even though this girl was interrupting his study time, Louis wasn't able to get mad at her. Actually it was hard for him to get mad at most people. Especially someone on his team.

Oh, this was surprising. He wasn't angry. This was a bit delightful, it had been a while since someone responded positively to one of her photosnaps. Smiling she offered up one of her hands to this 'Louis' person. "Lara Mazerati. Photographer of the most eventful and ordinary things." Now that she knew his name, well later when she printed the photo out she could write his name on the back. That way she'd never forget. Even if she looked at the photo when she was 80 or something like that. Looking down at the book in his lap, she read over the content for a brief moment before looking back up at him. "Are you a senior?"

"Nice to meet you, Lara." He shook her hand, smiling a little as he did so before dropping it back in his lap. Louis figured she was new since he's never met her before, and he pretty much knew everyone that was a Purple Rave. Nodding his head, he glanced down at the Chem book still in his lap. "Yep, this my last year here," he replied, his southern twang showing it self. "What about you, Lara? I'm guessing you're new to the school? Haven't seen you around before." Louis wasn't too happy about his picture being taken since he was pretty sure he looked anything but picture perfect right then.

"Yup. Newbie. Just started this year." Personally Lara couldn't care about her 'new' status to the school. Well actually she did care a bit, as now no one really knew who she was. So that would be a benefit as she could mercilessly snap pictures of all those who dared to cross her path. Wouldn't that be fun? Yes. Yes it would be. "I'm a junior. Louis, that's a good name. Sounds southern-y. Plus your accent. Where are you from?" She figured he was from some state in the US, like Alabama or something like that. Alabama Louis. Hmmm it had a nice ring to it.

"Do you like Kale so far?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound like some overbearing mother. Louis always took some interest in the new students since it was always fun to learn about people and whatnot. Moreover it was a nice distraction from studying, though he really needed to get on that. At the mention of his name, he laughed a little. "I do like the name Louis. Got my parents to thank for that." No one has actually complimented his name before, so it was a little strange but nice. "I'm actually from North Carolina. What about you, where you from?"

North Carolina Louis. Not as nice of a ring, but it still worked. "Los Angeles." Shrugging her shoulders she nodded, "Kale is great. Lots of famous kids here and lots of people to take pictures of. I mean have you seen the student body population? All you Kale Students are like movie stars and models. It's ridiculous." Laughing slightly she smiled cheerfully, Kale was a gold mine for people like her. Especially people like her. She'd have pictures of all the greats, before they became greats. "Am I bothering you? Distracting you from your studies?" She didn't want to be bothering him.

Louis raised a brow at her, but understood what she meant. He was going to point out that he's been there the full four years, so yes he has seen the student body population. "There are some actual models and actors attending school here," he told her, shrugging as if it was no big deal. "A lot of them enjoy having their picture taken, so I think you'll fit in just fine here." He smiled easily over at her, finding her amusing. It was rather nice just sitting there and talking to her casually like this, not that he normally didn't have an easy time talking to people. "Hmm?" He glanced back down at the text book and shook his head. "Oh no, you're fine. I have plenty of time to study later." Nodding at her camera, he asked, "How long have you been taking pictures?"

"Oh no. I don't take pictures of models and people who want their pictures taken. I like to get a realistic shot. Not a posed 'perfect' shot." Pausing she huffed out a breath, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face before continuing to speak, "I think it's more real that way. And I've been taking pictures since I was 4. I'd always steal my dad's cameras and use them to take pictures of like the couch and stuff like that." Laughing at the idea of taking pictures of the couch now she smiled at him, "So are you friends with Alton Hoffman? I've been dying to see him since I got on campus."

Louis chuckled at her story about taking pictures of the couch when she was younger. It was cute. "I bet those pictures turned out wonderful," he replied. Glancing down at the watch around his wrist, he wondered if he should leave no to get to his next class on time, or stay a little longer to talk. At the mention of Alton, Louis simply shrugged. "Um not really." In all honesty he didn't know much about the guy aside from the fact that he wasn't on his team. "He's not on my team anyways, so we're more like enemies than friends, but I don't know the guy personally." He shrugged. Glancing at his watch again, Louis grabbed his things and got up. "Sorry to cut this short, but I actually have to go." He smiled apologetically at Lara. "Once again, it was nice to meet you, Lara. See ya around." He waved at her once before leaving.

Drake walked down to the lobby...from the girls' dorm. He had a smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets. The girl he had been visiting was still up in her room, not really able to stand up straight. He scoped out the other potential... pastimes. A nice looking blond, a couple brunettes, and a few regulars already beginning to stare at him. Interesting.

Heels clacked against the stone floor and fabric swished around her legs as Abigail entered her house's commons. She adjusted her shirt, pulling the neckline back up. She never would understand men's strange infatuation with boobs. They were nice and all, but really, why was that the only thing they were interested in? She huffed, sitting down on a couch and pulling out her phone to text one of her guy friends to hook up. The guy shed just been with was totally gross and unsatisfying. She grinned, thinking about what his face would look like when she told people. Heck, it was probably only four inches. That's pretty pathetic, especially for someone who acts so cool.

Just as she pressed send, she saw someone walk into the room... Someone very manly, coming from the girl's dorms. She smiled at him and flipped her hair. "It's Drake, right?" She asked, crossing her legs with an innocent smile.

((Sorry, I fell asleep!))

Drake turned his head towards the very appealing new arrival. Talk about a pastime. "Or whatever else you'd like to call me," he said, smiling wolfishly. And if he didn't know her, he'd have been an idiot. He did research on every girl he'd seen in this school, and, let him say, she was up there. "Abigail, right?" he asked, taking a hand out of his pockets and running it through his hair. Nowadays, it was all in the hair for girls. He didn't get it, but if that's what they wanted, he'd oblige.

He kind of ha Beiber hair, but I'll let it pass since he's hot, Abigail thought with a grin. Sometimes guys tried wayyyy too hard. As long as they had a nice face, worked out, and were confident, they could get girls but instead they got hair product and used cheesy lines. "Sure... or whatever else you come up with, sugar. Why don't we go get some coffee? It's been a long day and you seem like good company." She stood up, tilting her head to the side as she considered him.

"That'd be nice," Drake replied, yawning softly. She wanted to beat around the bush, so he'd oblige. He wasn't even really big on coffee, but whatever. He could drink a few unpleasant things when his night depended on it.


((I tried to avoid the beiber hair... I suppose I failed....))

((heh sorry! I just like the phrase))

Abigail stopped walking and turned around, staring at him. "Wait," she said, smiling slowly. "You don't think we're actually going to get coffee, do you? Bleh. I hate that stuff. It's just an excuse to get lost in the woods with you."

"Fantastic. I prefer wine, anyway," Drake said, eyes lighting up. He got to pass on the nasty drink and move on to the exciting part. He grinned wolfishly, walking with her.

"I don't have wine, but I do have some vodka," Abigail said, holding up her purse. She turned around so she was facing him ,but kept walking backwards. "If you want some, you'll have to come get it." She turned around and took off running.

Drake laughed, and sprinted after her, instead of moving around tables and couches, he vaulted over them, using his street skills to catch up with her. "You're a lively one," he said when he reached her, cutting her off. He stood in front of her, barely breathing any harder.

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