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First time going to this college.
To be the poster model for the college
For a place on the Access to Humanities course. :) Now I have a place on the course, just need to enroll in August.
For a place on the Access to Humanities course. :) Now I have a place on the course, just need to enroll in August.
<3
Sweet! I have an interview at college soon so I'll post in a few hours ;)
Sweet! I have an interview at college soon so I'll post in a few hours ;)
I was going to make a joke about 'getting a post up in the morning' but I thought I'd better not. 
Mmhm ;) we're gonna re-enact that fade to black... <3
Mmhm ;) we're gonna re-enact that fade to black... <3
I've been Stockholmed to accept your abuse :(
Posted! Now I'm going to bed. And you're coming with me <3
Posted! Now I'm going to bed. And you're coming with me <3
Indy tried patiently to block out the sound of whoever it was banging on the neighbour's door. With Freyr in his arms there could have been a war going on outside and he wouldn't have moved from that spot. A fact which, unknown to him at the time, would be tested soon. He kissed the back of her neck and was moments away from dropping back off to sleep when he heard her sigh frustratedly and get up.
“Ignore it, Frey,” he mumbled lethargically. In truth he hadn't expected her to come back to bed, so he propped himself up on an elbow and watched her bare form moving in the semi-darkness. The banging continued in the corridor. When he heard Freyr's voice he shot out of bed. They didn't know who was in the corridor, whoever it was sounded pretty violent, and she had just opened the door to their home to them. He dressed himself in an olive t-shirt and long dark trousers with deep pockets and pouches. He wandered out of the bedroom and walked swiftly to the front door where he saw Freyr in a silver dressing gown. He relaxed slightly when he saw that she was talking to a woman and not a violent man. He stood beside her and saw a family in the corridor. Putting his arm around Freyr's waist he asked them “Everything alright?” in a tone which meant 'Why are you banging that door like a steel drum?'. The woman looked petrified with tears streaming down her face. The children looked startled by their mother but were otherwise quiet. The man was silent and open mouthed. Indy realised this was because he was leering at Freyr who had nothing on underneath her gown. Reaching further around her waist from behind he gently pulled the two sides of the gown together and held them there to cover her abdomen and her almost exposed chest. He cleared his throat loudly and the man looked up at him and froze. His eyes fluttered and he stumbled with his words.
“I, uh... we've come... My wife's sister is...”
“Why are you leaving Atlanta?” asked Freyr. The woman mentioned something about strange things happening in the city. Indy wondered if she meant people passing out in the street and vomiting blood. They'd have to have bad hypochondria to flee the city simply because of that however. He remembered the fire that Freyr had mentioned the night before. Then he remembered the sirens and the ambulances. While those things were relatively common in the downtown area of a big city like Atlanta, Indy thought they would be too much of a coincidence to not be related to the sick students he had seen.
“... Till things blow over,” had been the only thing he'd heard. He'd missed the rest of what she had said. What was going on outside? He'd have put the fires and sirens down to some sort of riot, but that didn't explain people coughing up blood. Then he heard banging on the door again, this time from the inside. Indy and Freyr looked at each other briefly. The woman began calling out for her sister more frantically. There was no reply except for louder and more violent banging along with the occasional guttural noise or low groan.
“Ignore it, Frey,” he mumbled lethargically. In truth he hadn't expected her to come back to bed, so he propped himself up on an elbow and watched her bare form moving in the semi-darkness. The banging continued in the corridor. When he heard Freyr's voice he shot out of bed. They didn't know who was in the corridor, whoever it was sounded pretty violent, and she had just opened the door to their home to them. He dressed himself in an olive t-shirt and long dark trousers with deep pockets and pouches. He wandered out of the bedroom and walked swiftly to the front door where he saw Freyr in a silver dressing gown. He relaxed slightly when he saw that she was talking to a woman and not a violent man. He stood beside her and saw a family in the corridor. Putting his arm around Freyr's waist he asked them “Everything alright?” in a tone which meant 'Why are you banging that door like a steel drum?'. The woman looked petrified with tears streaming down her face. The children looked startled by their mother but were otherwise quiet. The man was silent and open mouthed. Indy realised this was because he was leering at Freyr who had nothing on underneath her gown. Reaching further around her waist from behind he gently pulled the two sides of the gown together and held them there to cover her abdomen and her almost exposed chest. He cleared his throat loudly and the man looked up at him and froze. His eyes fluttered and he stumbled with his words.
“I, uh... we've come... My wife's sister is...”
“Why are you leaving Atlanta?” asked Freyr. The woman mentioned something about strange things happening in the city. Indy wondered if she meant people passing out in the street and vomiting blood. They'd have to have bad hypochondria to flee the city simply because of that however. He remembered the fire that Freyr had mentioned the night before. Then he remembered the sirens and the ambulances. While those things were relatively common in the downtown area of a big city like Atlanta, Indy thought they would be too much of a coincidence to not be related to the sick students he had seen.
“... Till things blow over,” had been the only thing he'd heard. He'd missed the rest of what she had said. What was going on outside? He'd have put the fires and sirens down to some sort of riot, but that didn't explain people coughing up blood. Then he heard banging on the door again, this time from the inside. Indy and Freyr looked at each other briefly. The woman began calling out for her sister more frantically. There was no reply except for louder and more violent banging along with the occasional guttural noise or low groan.
You're so abusive to me :( </3
*hides in under in Cathy's bed*
*knock knock*
Who's there?
Ya.
Ya who?
I prefer Google.
Who's there?
Ya.
Ya who?
I prefer Google.
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