[IC] From The Ritz to the Rubble - Nik and TDN

[TheDookieNut]

The room was silent bar the constant ticking, the scratching of pens against paper, and the tapping of a foot on the floor. Detention wasn't new to the bouncy-haired fool slumped in his chair, yet the concept in College had been far from something he'd expected; further to that, he was hankering for a cigarette. So there he sat, imprisoned with little choice but to protest with only several loud huffs and the steady bouncing of his foot against the floor. Time would have passed somewhat faster if the student had considered catching up with his notes or occupying his brain with something other than the screaming in his head- nicotine was a mistress he never overcome.

His attention shifted across to the bodies sharing his far from permanent prison, pausing to wonder what heinous crime they'd chosen to commit. First to find themselves under his bored gaze was a smaller girl wrapped in a large blue sweater with the exact same expression as him; exasperated with a hint of frustration. She sat head in hand, absentmindedly chewing on her fingernails with a place she clearly would rather have been- Which was Emily all over.

She wasn't entirely pleased with her afternoon being ruined for having an opinion other than that of her guidance counsellor. This affair had been unplanned had thrown the rest of the day she'd prepared. No gym, no yoga, no grocery shopping, and no chance to redye her hair before the following day. Emily was, in fact, not a natural Brunette. Slowly she turned her attention back to rewriting her Literature notes and making idle calculations on her hands.

Harry's attention moved once again to the shiny-haired guy to his left. From the top of his head, the name Chris came to mind- Entirely incorrect. He'd seen him a few times before but not enough to remember a name or pay anymore attention that he truly had to. It was the heavily tattooed, blonde that Harry switched to next, his head tilting from one side to the other to try and understand what he could see of the markings on her arms. Coloured impressed, Harry gave a satisfied smile.

The weary professor stood from his desk and with a glance into his coffee mug, left the room. It was with such movement that the largest ego in the campus leapt into action.

"Nice ink." He called with enough charm in his voice, and a sly wink, to turn a Prince into frog.

[Nikolai]

Olivia hadn't been a stranger to detention over her years at the college she currently attended, she'd been placed there quite often actually due to her outspoken views in certain things. Their principal was one with a control issue, and Olivia wasn't one to hold her tongue.

She tapped her pencil against her desk, rolling her eyes to the ceiling and huffing out a brief puff of air as her eyes followed the teacher watching them out of the room as he left to obviously refill his coffee. Olivia heard someone from behind her mention her tattoos, and her eyes swiveled to the stranger next as she looked at him curiously. He was a rather attractive guy, someone Olivia could definitely see herself being into. But she also noticed that wink, and realized he was probably of those playboy types that broke your heart into Tony little pieces in the end, and made you want to listen to Taylor Swift songs. She loathed Taylor Swift, and artists like her.

Smiling softly, Olivia ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "Thanks, I'm not even dine with it really, I still have more planned for my legs," she said looking down at her bare legs as she was wearing shorts that day. It had been warm as of late.

Elsewhere in the room, Benjamin sat in the back corner desk, a book in hand about cars, a specific model of mustang in particular. He was rebuilding one in his spare time, something he took great joy in. He loved building cars and working on cars.

He was listening in to the conversation near him between the blonde girl and the obviously overly charming boy with a distracted ear, his eyes still taking in the words he was reading. He was good at multi-tasking.

Olivia turned to look at Benjamin, her eyes flicking to the cover of his book. "You build cars?"

Benjamin looked up, lifting one eyebrow at her as he stopped reading for a moment. "I've been building cars for years," He said simply.

Olivia turned to look back at the other boy, flashing him a teasing smile as she chuckled softly. "I wanted to learn to build cars once, begged my ex to teach me... Couldn't even get past the shock thingies before I got confused. There's just too many wires," she said with a shake of her head. "Now give me a pencil, and I'll write you a novel in a week,"

[TheDookieNut]

Harry offered Olivia an interested and appreciative smile before turning his head to the shiny-haired guy to the side. He definitely didn't seem like the type to enjoy the rest of the collection's company; by collection he purely meant himself and the inked up blonde he'd been doing so well with. Leaning in his chair, he stretched over the plastic covered chipboard desk to peer over at the book in question. The kid was clearly a lot more intelligent than Harry gave him credit for.

Olivia's comment was cut short when Harry turned his head to the brunette off to the far right.
"Don't-" She turned with a shocked and somewhat annoyed expression. "We can hear you rolling your eyes."

"Of course you can," Emily glared with enough sarcasm in her voice to spread over several sandwiches. She folded the lip of her notepad clothes, hands protecting it neatly on the desk before her. "He's an ass."

"Halloween, last year? I remember. No wonder you looked familiar." Harry added with the shit-eating grin of someone who knew a little too much. Emily shook her head, tongue behind her lips. "You were so into it that it was a little embarrassing. I mean I'm taking it as a compliment, after all." Hand on heart. "Seriously though, you should probably lay off the drinking if it makes you that crazy." The pair shared polar opposite expressions before Harry finally exploded in more laughter.

"I'm Harry, that's Emily. You guys are?" Emily rolled her eyes once again and turned back in her seat, with every intention of ignoring the idiot. A tiny hand reached up to tuck her hair gently behind her ear before returning to the collection of useless notes she'd been making all afternoon. Useless calculations and brief notes she needed to keep in mind throughout the day.

[Nikolai]

Olivia's eyes flicked between Harry and Emily as they bickered back and forth, clearly having known each other from the past. It was a confusing conversation to Olivia, and she briefly wondered of they'd ever hooked up or if she was reading that entire situation incorrectly. But then introductions were passed around and Olivia smiled politely, running her hands through her blonde hair as she sat sideways in her seat to face them all more directly as she was on the far right side of the room, closest to the hallway.

"Olivia Ashton, frequent visitor here as the principal has it out for me. He clearly wouldn't know what creativity was if it bit him in the ass," Olivia said with a roll of her eyes, her lips puckered in annoyance.

Nearby, Benjamin folded folded over the corner of the current page he was reading, closing the book and setting it on his desk as he couldn't read and hold a conversation at the same time. Tucking his long dark hair behind his ears, he cleared his throat quietly and looked at them each in turn. "I'm Benji, short for Benjamin but the only person who calls me that is my grandmother," He said with a shrug of his shoulders as he crossed his arms on the desk on front of him, leaning on them comfortably and hunching his shoulders slightly as he sat forward.

Olivia smiled politely at the darker male, "Benji it is then," she said before flicking her eyes back to look st Harry curiously.

"So you two know each other?" Olivia said in a offhand voice, looking at Emily with mild interest as she wanted to know more about the three new people in the room, Harry especially.