Melissa

Project Untamed

_{Dance Studio → Cafeteria
Interacting with: Savannah @NeoAJ and Erica @smarty0114}

It wasn’t long after the slight altercation that Tyler Jane could feel her muscles being pushed to their limit. She had been dancing for almost an hour and a half straight and her legs screamed at her for a reprieve- even the minimum amount of time would do to soothe her aching quads and calves. In order to be at her best as a dancer, the girl took great care of herself- she always stretched before and after a workout, drank plenty of water and fluids, and fueled herself with foods high in nutrients and protein- but sometimes she needed to listen to her body even if she didn’t want to stop dancing and take a break.

Speaking of food, the redhead could feel her stomach growl and contort, yearning for the breakfast that she had admittedly skipped that morning. It was never a good idea to spin or leap on a full stomach, so empty it remained until she was satisfied with her impromptu dance rehearsal. Begrudgingly, she unplugged her phone from the auxiliary cord and pulled on her running shoes, the memory foam cushioning her sore and callused feet. Off to the cafeteria she’d go for some nourishment and then back to her dorm to freshen up before class.

Staring at her reflection in the large studio mirrors, Tyler Jane let her eyes wander across her body, confirming if she looked presentable enough to head to the cafeteria without changing. The natural curves of her hips were flattered nicely by the high waist band of her leggings and the criss-cross design of her white sports bra seemed to draw attention to the right places. In the space between the two articles of clothing, her slightly defined abs peeked out from the fabric. Tyler Jane was by no means ashamed of her figure, which was why she didn’t care about strolling across campus in her dance wear. Releasing her hair from the ponytail perched on top of her head, she shook out her long auburn locks, letting them fall gracefully over her shoulders and down her back in tousled waves. With that final touch, Tyler waltzed over to her backpack and threw it over her shoulders, shutting off the lights and closing the door to the dance studio behind her.

The New Mexico sun was unapologetic, almost sizzling her pale skin as she exited the building. Being a natural redhead also meant being extremely sensitive to the harsh rays that the sun shone, so without sunscreen applied, Tyler only had a short amount of time before her fair complexion would begin to tinge pink. Quickly but carefully, she walked to the cafeteria and felt sweet relief from the heat as she walked through the doors, unscathed by her brief exposure to the sun without any barrier of protection.

Hopping into line and scanning her student ID, she was handed her usual breakfast when it was her turn to be served: A green smoothie with spinach, kale, banana, pineapple, and mango. On the side today, she was also given granola with almonds, cashews, and some seeds. Taking her tray and thanking the cafeteria worker, Tyler Jane emerged from the line and wandered over to the area of tables. Craning her neck, she assessed the social landscape of the cafeteria, trying to see who was there and determine where she would sit.

On one side of the cafeteria, she watched as her late night confidant Bradley ate his interesting breakfast, looking too at peace in his seclusion to be interrupted. She’d catch up with him later, most likely tonight after the all school assembly. Continuing to scope out her surroundings, Tyler Jane’s eyes lingered on Nicholas, watching as he engaged in conversation with his twin Billie. He had such white teeth that seemed to glisten under the fluorescent lights, which brought more attention to his smile… Quickly realizing that she was staring at him, she turned her head and continued looking around for her friends, acting as if that small lapse in concentration didn’t happen. As she glimpsed across the room, she spotted a familiar mop of hair standing next to Sol in the line, too familiar looking for her liking. Fuck... Leo was here.

Not wanting to relive what had just gone down earlier, she darted her gaze away in an attempt not to make eye contact. At that moment, Tyler finally spotted Savannah and Erica sitting across the room and made a beeline towards them, fumbling with her tray and nearly dropping her breakfast along the way. Choosing one of the seats that ensured her back was towards public enemy #1, she sat down at the table with her friends and gracefully slipped off her backpack, placing it on the floor beside her. Trying to shake off the unsettling feeling in her stomach, the redhead offered a smile to her friends, hoping it didn’t come off too forced. “Morning ladies,” Tyler Jane greeted, relieved she didn’t need to eat alone. Taking a sip of her breakfast, she relished the delicious taste of fruit which masked out the flavor of the greens completely, just as she liked it. “What’s everyone up to today, anything exciting?”

Meadow University

Nolan Murphy

Name

Nolan Christopher Murphy

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior

Reason of Admission

Legacy

Major

Kinesiology Major, Pre-Med (But his parents don’t know that…)

Sexuality

Still figuring it out. Thought he was heterosexual, but is beginning to question it...

Relationship Status

Very much single. Although he’s extremely busy with the team and his classes, he still wouldn’t mind finding someone to spend his (extremely limited) spare time with.

Label

The Football Star

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown, almost black. Nolan has naturally curly hair that he keeps longer on top and faded on the sides. Most of the time, he’s wearing a helmet, so he has gotten quite good at avoiding the dreaded “helmet hair” look.
• Eyes: Chocolate Brown
• Skin: Nolan has a Irish father and a black mother, resulting in his tan skin tone. From his father’s side, he inherited the ability to burn quite easily in the sun, so it’s not surprising to see him with a sun burn every once in a while.
• Height and Weight: 6’2”, 200 lbs.
• Body Type: Athletic build. When he’s not in class, Nolan can most often be found at the gym training and it’s evident in his physique.
• Clothing Style: Although the majority of the time he wears athletic clothes, Nolan is known to clean up nicely and take great pride in his appearance, both on and off the field. He often wears jeans and sweaters, and has a expansive collection of shoes to match.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Although he doesn’t have any scars, Nolan has a birthmark on the left side of his abs.

Personality Traits

Determined → Hardworking → Trustworthy → Compassionate → Dependable → Empathetic → Focused → Loyal → Ambitious → Stubborn → Critical → Disciplined → Self-conscious → Moody → Obsessive → Strong Willed

Upbringing Synopsis

Meadow University has been in Nolan’s blood from the moment he was born. His parents, Patrick and Alexandra, met there in the fall of their Sophomore year while studying in the library. Patrick boldly passed Alexandra an index card with his number on it and the rest was history. Nolan’s mother was a political science major, using her four years on campus as a jumping off point to go to Law school, and his father was the star of the MU Football team until a career ending injury took him out of the game forever. After graduation, they found a house 5 minutes away from the school and tied the knot in front of the campus pond. Shortly after, the new Mrs. Jacobs took the LSATs and went back to school (at Meadow University, of course) to become a Lawyer. You could say that Nolan was a present to her for passing the bar exam, as he came along 9 months after she received her diploma.

Nolan’s youth was mostly spent on campus with his father, as once his mom started working at a local law firm, Patrick became Nolan’s primary caretaker. They often went to sporting events, specifically Football games and his father loved nothing more than educating his young son about the game, encouraging him to play when he grew old enough. And he did- as soon as he was given the opportunity, Nolan was on the field. The game came naturally to him, and it quickly became evident to Patrick that his son was born to be a football star. As for his destiny, Patrick was nominated and chosen to be the new head coach of the Football team at Meadow when Nolan was in high school. The pieces fell into place and Nolan was scouted and recruited to play for the University in his junior year, paving the way to acceptance at Meadow due to his talents on the football field (not to mention his parents’ monthly donations to the alumni association).

In some ways, Nolan felt that being a football player was forced upon him by his dad. He was never given any other options and was basically obligated to play the game that his father loved so much. Of course, he has learned to appreciate and enjoy the game over the years as well, and now is in love with the sport, but in all honesty it was never his first choice. As he's gotten older, he's developed passions in other areas, specifically going to Medical School and becoming a doctor, but he doesn't want to break his dad's heart. Nolan has always perceived that his involvement in the sport was simply an extension of his father’s failed career. It has been far from easy having his father as his coach. The game never stops and Patrick is Nolan’s biggest critic, which has in turn caused Nolan to be hyper-critical of himself. But Nolan continues to play for Meadow University's team, all while studying in secret to follow his own path one day.

Family

Patrick Murphy | Father | Age 48 | Football Coach at Meadow University | FC: Luke Evans
Alexandra Murphy | Mother | Age 47 | Lawyer | FC: Nia Long
Olivia Murphy | Sister | Age 18 | Freshman at Meadow University studying Graphic Design | FC: Cydney Christine

Misc.

Michael Evans Behling | 3F6E6D
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When Harry Met Sally HANDS DOWN

Mel's Memory Box

Nolan Murphy- Meadow University

Name

Nolan Christopher Murphy

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior

Reason of Admission

Legacy

Major

Kinesiology Major, Pre-Med (But his parents don’t know that…)

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Very much single. Although he’s extremely busy with the team and his classes, he still wouldn’t mind finding someone to spend his (extremely limited) spare time with.

Label

The Football Star

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown, almost black. Nolan has naturally curly hair that he keeps longer on top and faded on the sides. Most of the time, he’s wearing a helmet, so he has gotten quite good at avoiding the dreaded “helmet hair” look.
• Eyes: Chocolate Brown
• Skin: Nolan has a Irish father and a black mother, resulting in his tan skin tone. From his father’s side, he inherited the ability to burn quite easily in the sun, so it’s not surprising to see him with a sun burn every once in a while.
• Height and Weight: 6’2”, 200 lbs.
• Body Type: Athletic build. When he’s not in class, Nolan can most often be found at the gym training and it’s evident in his physique.
• Clothing Style: Although the majority of the time he wears athletic clothes, Nolan is known to clean up nicely and take great pride in his appearance, both on and off the field. He often wears jeans and sweaters, and has a expansive collection of shoes to match.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Although he doesn’t have any scars, Nolan has a birthmark on the left side of his abs.

Personality Traits

Determined → Hardworking → Trustworthy → Compassionate → Dependable → Empathetic → Focused → Loyal → Ambitious → Stubborn → Critical → Disciplined → Self-conscious → Moody → Obsessive → Strong Willed

Upbringing Synopsis

Meadow University has been in Nolan’s blood from the moment he was born. His parents, Patrick and Alexandra, met there in the fall of their Sophomore year while studying in the library. Patrick boldly passed Alexandra an index card with his number on it and the rest was history. Nolan’s mother was a political science major, using her four years on campus as a jumping off point to go to Law school, and his father was the star of the MU Football team until a career ending injury took him out of the game forever. After graduation, they found a house 5 minutes away from the school and tied the knot in front of the campus pond. Shortly after, the new Mrs. Jacobs took the LSATs and went back to school (at Meadow University, of course) to become a Lawyer. You could say that Nolan was a present to her for passing the bar exam, as he came along 9 months after she received her diploma.

Nolan’s youth was mostly spent on campus with his father, as once his mom started working at a local law firm, Patrick became Nolan’s primary caretaker. They often went to sporting events, specifically Football games and his father loved nothing more than educating his young son about the game, encouraging him to play when he grew old enough. And he did- as soon as he was given the opportunity, Nolan was on the field. The game came naturally to him, and it quickly became evident to Patrick that his son was born to be a football star. As for his destiny, Patrick was nominated and chosen to be the new head coach of the Football team at Meadow when Nolan was in high school. The pieces fell into place and Nolan was scouted and recruited to play for the University in his junior year, paving the way to acceptance at Meadow due to his talents on the football field (not to mention his parents’ monthly donations to the alumni association).

In some ways, Nolan felt that being a football player was forced upon him by his dad. He was never given any other options and was basically obligated to play the game that his father loved so much. Of course, he has learned to appreciate and enjoy the game over the years as well, and now is in love with the sport, but in all honesty it was never his first choice. As he's gotten older, he's developed passions in other areas, specifically going to Medical School and becoming a doctor, but he doesn't want to break his dad's heart. Nolan has always perceived that his involvement in the sport was simply an extension of his father’s failed career. It has been far from easy having his father as his coach. The game never stops and Patrick is Nolan’s biggest critic, which has in turn caused Nolan to be hyper-critical of himself. But Nolan continues to play for Meadow University's team, all while studying in secret to follow his own path one day.

Family

Patrick Murphy | Father | Age 48 | Football Coach at Meadow University
Alexandra Murphy | Mother | Age 47 | Lawyer
Olivia Murphy | Sister | Age 18 | Freshman at Meadow University studying Graphic Design

Misc.

Michael Evans Behling | 3F6E6D
Sivar Pro Font | Fontmeme
When Harry Met Sally

Meadow University

Nolan Murphy

Name

Nolan Christopher Murphy

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior

Reason of Admission

Legacy

Major

Kinesiology Major, Pre-Med (But his parents don’t know that…)

Sexuality

Still figuring it out. Thought he was heterosexual, but is beginning to question it...

Relationship Status

Very much single. Although he’s extremely busy with the team and his classes, he still wouldn’t mind finding someone to spend his (extremely limited) spare time with.

Label

The Football Star

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown, almost black. Nolan has naturally curly hair that he keeps longer on top and faded on the sides. Most of the time, he’s wearing a helmet, so he has gotten quite good at avoiding the dreaded “helmet hair” look.
• Eyes: Chocolate Brown
• Skin: Nolan has a Irish father and a black mother, resulting in his tan skin tone. From his father’s side, he inherited the ability to burn quite easily in the sun, so it’s not surprising to see him with a sun burn every once in a while.
• Height and Weight: 6’2”, 200 lbs.
• Body Type: Athletic build. When he’s not in class, Nolan can most often be found at the gym training and it’s evident in his physique.
• Clothing Style: Although the majority of the time he wears athletic clothes, Nolan is known to clean up nicely and take great pride in his appearance, both on and off the field. He often wears jeans and sweaters, and has a expansive collection of shoes to match.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Although he doesn’t have any scars, Nolan has a birthmark on the left side of his abs.

Personality Traits

Determined → Hardworking → Trustworthy → Compassionate → Dependable → Empathetic → Focused → Loyal → Ambitious → Stubborn → Critical → Disciplined → Self-conscious → Moody → Obsessive → Strong Willed

Upbringing Synopsis

Meadow University has been in Nolan’s blood from the moment he was born. His parents, Patrick and Alexandra, met there in the fall of their Sophomore year while studying in the library. Patrick boldly passed Alexandra an index card with his number on it and the rest was history. Nolan’s mother was a political science major, using her four years on campus as a jumping off point to go to Law school, and his father was the star of the MU Football team until a career ending injury took him out of the game forever. After graduation, they found a house 5 minutes away from the school and tied the knot in front of the campus pond. Shortly after, the new Mrs. Jacobs took the LSATs and went back to school (at Meadow University, of course) to become a Lawyer. You could say that Nolan was a present to her for passing the bar exam, as he came along 9 months after she received her diploma.

Nolan’s youth was mostly spent on campus with his father, as once his mom started working at a local law firm, Patrick became Nolan’s primary caretaker. They often went to sporting events, specifically Football games and his father loved nothing more than educating his young son about the game, encouraging him to play when he grew old enough. And he did- as soon as he was given the opportunity, Nolan was on the field. The game came naturally to him, and it quickly became evident to Patrick that his son was born to be a football star. As for his destiny, Patrick was nominated and chosen to be the new head coach of the Football team at Meadow when Nolan was in high school. The pieces fell into place and Nolan was scouted and recruited to play for the University in his junior year, paving the way to acceptance at Meadow due to his talents on the football field (not to mention his parents’ monthly donations to the alumni association).

In some ways, Nolan felt that being a football player was forced upon him by his dad. He was never given any other options and was basically obligated to play the game that his father loved so much. Of course, he has learned to appreciate and enjoy the game over the years as well, and now is in love with the sport, but in all honesty it was never his first choice. As he's gotten older, he's developed passions in other areas, specifically going to Medical School and becoming a doctor, but he doesn't want to break his dad's heart. Nolan has always perceived that his involvement in the sport was simply an extension of his father’s failed career. It has been far from easy having his father as his coach. The game never stops and Patrick is Nolan’s biggest critic, which has in turn caused Nolan to be hyper-critical of himself. But Nolan continues to play for Meadow University's team, all while studying in secret to follow his own path one day.

Family

Patrick Murphy | Father | Age 48 | Football Coach at Meadow University
Alexandra Murphy | Mother | Age 47 | Lawyer
Olivia Murphy | Sister | Age 18 | Freshman at Meadow University studying Graphic Design

Misc.

Michael Evans Behling | 3F6E6D
Sivar Pro Font | Fontmeme
When Harry Met Sally HANDS DOWN

Project Untamed

_{Location: Arts Building
Rehearsing in the dance studio}

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Birds flying high
You know how I feel,

Alone in the dance studio, Tyler Jane crossed her right leg over her left, toes pointed gingerly as a jazzy song filled the room. It was roughly 9:00AM and the redhead wasn’t scheduled to have class until later in the afternoon, which meant more time for her to spend in her safe haven. She swept her right leg back to its native side while her right arm flourished upwards, tossing her auburn hair in one fluid motion before returning her hand towards the ground. Tyler Jane let herself become one with the voice that ricocheted off of the mirrors and the walls, feeling every note in her body.

Sun in the sky
You know how I feel,

The girl’s muscles stretched and contracted with every movement, her long, lean legs driving the force of each and every motion she made. Tyler Jane let her heels slide against the floor away from her body and propped herself up by only the position of her ankles and the strength of her quads. After remaining there for a moment, she let her palms find the ground and released her legs from their position, only to spin around and take her right leg and extend it upward towards the sky, nearly bringing her calf to meet her forehead.

Tyler Jane had been a dancer for as long as she could remember. It was an art she fell in love with at a young age- a way to express herself that required no words, just movement. She spent years working on her craft, gaining the proper agility and flexibility in order to become skilled. At times, it was extremely difficult. Her motions could quickly become nonsensical, her body was often sore and exhausted, but regardless, the exhilaration that came along with dancing to the music could never be replaced or matched by any other art.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Rising up, Tyler Jane swung her hips around, almost as if they were drawing a circle. The movement was sensual in nature but was quickly forgotten by a dramatic center split leap across the studio, legs reaching out towards opposite walls as far as she could push her limbs. Landing back on the ground, she kicked her right leg up and let herself fall into a deep side lunge, springing upwards after nearly reaching the floor. She caught a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror- half of her long red hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail while the other half fell freely over her shoulder and down her back. Her black leggings clung to her thighs, and she could feel a few beads of sweat make their way from her neck down to the space in between her skin and her white bralette.

When Tyler Jane danced, it could be described as divinity in motion. Her movements were an aria embodied- every extension, leap, and precise swing of her limbs almost operatic, with highs and lows that captivated you. It was sharp, but delicate and graceful all at the same time. Something about each motion she made told a story that the audience just needed to hear, with each step having a specific purpose in her tale. Whether it be her delicate face that held larger than life expressions or the confidence and energy that radiated off of her, it was clear that the 17-year-old had a gift and was definitely making good use of it.

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_{Location: Dorms → Arts Building}

Leo Brooks was not a morning person. It took every ounce of his strength to get out of bed in the morning and all of his being not to hit the snooze button ten thousand times. This morning was no different, groaning as he unfurled himself from his sheets and planted his feet on the ground, wiggling his toes. Leo brought his muscled arms above his head, hands balled into fists, and sprawled them outwards, attempting to stretch his limbs deeply and hopefully awaken his body. He cracked his neck out of habit and let the popping of his joints relax and soothe him. In Leo's eyes, Mondays were disgusting and should be illegal. Hell, making teenagers go to school in the middle of bumfuck New Mexico should be illegal. But unfortunately, it was very much legal and here he was, having to make the best of a bad situation.

Standing up, Leo made his way over to his bathroom to freshen up and get ready for the day ahead. He had a very specific morning routine- after all, he had to impress the ladies somehow. He showered- shampooing his hair twice and conditioning it once- washed his face, shaved, applied moisturizer, brushed his teeth, and then moved on to his lengthy hair care regimen. From leave in conditioner for smoothness, to combing in the opposite direction to create volume, Leo had developed tips and tricks throughout the years to ensure his mane always looks its best. The process itself took around 20 minutes, and no step could be skipped. Ever.

After getting dressed, Leo grabbed his book bag and headed out the door. It was still quite hot outside even though it was now technically the fall, so the boy opted for a pair of black basketball shorts instead of pants. As he strutted across campus in a pair of pristine white sneakers, he tried to remember what time he had class while fishing in his pocket for his box of toothpicks, fighting the urge to take out a cigarette. Monday’s meant that Biology started the week off on a terrible note, and Leo was not looking forward to having to sit through the class. Academics had never been a huge priority for him, but since getting to San Agustin two months ago, he tried his best to still make it to class within 5 minutes of the bell in order to seem somewhat enthusiastic. With a quick glance at his watch, he realized he had 20 minutes to spare before class began. Early, for once. Glancing around and spotting the arts building, he decided to take a quick detour to see if he could catch a certain blonde in her element with the time he had to kill. Maybe they could kill some time together...

Meandering over to the front entrance of the building, Leo flung open the double doors and was greeted with the cool and comforting blast of air conditioning. He rarely found himself on this side of campus, specifically in this building, so part of him was curious about what each door held. Like the rest of the buildings on campus, the space was modern and bright, and the walls were decorated with photos of famous artists, most of whom Leo had no clue as to their identity. It actually was a rather nice place... if you were into that whole "art" thing. Peeking into room after room, he found music equipment, easels, paints, and more, but no sign of the person he was searching for. Accepting defeat, he began to make his way back towards the exit, but the sound of jazz music caught his keen ear. Following the sounds, he stumbled upon a certain redhead rehearsing in the dance studio. Silently, he watched her move across the floor with such a presence that begged to be noticed.

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The chorus of the song rang loudly in the room, and Tyler Jane’s movements grew more energetic in response to the change in tempo. She rolled her full upper body in a circular motion, letting her long hair follow her wildly. From one move to the next, her body contorted and twisted to match the power and majesty of the music. At the peak of the song she found herself with her back on the floor and legs in a pike position above her. With an elongated torso and arms extended on the ground, she quickly split her legs outwards and let her feet graze the floor, retracting within seconds. Rolling up with a one handed cartwheel exit, she let her feet ground her, spine stacked one vertebrae on top of another.

It was at that moment that Tyler could feel someone’s stare on her back. Normally, she wouldn’t care if anyone watched her dance; after all, dancers were meant to be seen and enjoyed. But in this case, she could just tell that the perpetrator had no intentions of watching her dance for entertainment. Pleasure was their objective, the sexual kind. Tyler Jane could see Leo’s tousled locks in the reflection of the mirror and she could hear him chewing on something, what it was, she didn’t know. Trying to ignore the boy, she continued her combination, spinning across the floor and effortlessly leaping into a side aerial. When she landed right side up, she was looking straight into Leo’s chocolate brown eyes.

Begrudgingly, the redhead kept her feet planted on the floor, pausing her dancing. “Can I help you with something?” Tyler Jane exhaled, slightly out of breath from the difficult movements. It wasn’t until she felt like she was being undressed by his haunting eyes that she got slightly annoyed. “You know, I would prefer if you didn’t just stand there and stare.”

Leo chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and grinding the toothpick in between his teeth. The swagger he possessed was evident even when he was standing still. He had simply stumbled upon Tyler Jane, but she didn’t need to know that. Maybe this was a good opportunity to woo her. “Well, if I had known you could move like that, maybe I wouldn't need to stand here and stare. Since when are you so flexible?” He cheekily entered the room and sauntered towards Tyler, arrogance surrounding him like a cloud of cologne. “Speaking of being flexible, why didn’t you answer my text? I was hoping you could show me some moves later...”

The redhead rolled her eyes as he approached, quickly turning in the opposite direction and walking over to the speakers stacked in the corner of the studio. She paused her music and reset it to the beginning of the song. “Because I didn’t want to. I’m not around tonight.” Tyler did not like Leo. Sure, he had the looks of an adonis, and she maybe had daydreamed about kissing him just for the hell of it, but that didn’t mean his personality was all roses. It was mostly thorns. Plus, he walked around campus acting like everyone was grovelling over him- who the hell did he think he was? A king? The girl moved to the ballet bar which sat against the cascading mirror and began to stretch out her limbs, reaching down with her hand, grasping the arch of her foot and extending her right leg upwards towards the sky. “Now can you please show yourself out? I’m kind of busy, if you couldn’t tell.”

“And leave so soon? I just got here.” Leo was amused by her reaction and her frustration. It was cute seeing her face scrunch up in the way that it did as she got terse with him. He watched as she tried to get as far from him as possible, and although her facial expression clearly spoke ‘don’t try me’, he did the exact opposite and placed himself directly in front of her at the ballet bar. He inched closer, almost daring her to give in to his charms. He didn’t stop until his face came within centimeters of hers. “Now why wouldn’t you want to talk to me?”

“Because you need a swift kick to the head, Leo, that’s why.” Bending her leg at the knee, Tyler pressed the sole of her foot against Leo’s chest and applied the slightest push, creating distance between the two of them where there previously wasn’t. Watching as he recoiled backwards, she took a step back herself to expand the gap that separated them, letting out an exasperated sigh in the process. She didn’t lose her temper easily, or really ever say anything out of character, but something just came over her, a strong urge to fight back. “Go and bother someone else with your libido- I don’t have time for this.”

Leo growled instinctively, not too pleased that Tyler Jane pushed him away, both physically and emotionally. Although he was annoyed, he thought her bravado was sexy, as well as the way she looked in those leggings. For now, he’d let her think she won as he had to get to class, but she’d have to come crawling back eventually. Right? “You know what, I think I will! After all, it seems like other people on this campus have good taste, sweetheart.” He let his lips turn upright into a cocky smirk as he moved towards the door. And just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Tyler Jane exhaled loudly, letting all of the anger and frustration dissolve now that he was no longer in the room. He was such an ass; something about him just made her blood boil. Shaking off her adverse behavior, the redhead glided back over to the speakers to start her routine once more. Pressing play, the sound of sweet violins overcame her senses and washed away any bad feelings that remained. It was now just her and the music, just as it was meant to be.

Project Untamed

Dr. Wayman sat pensively in his corner office, overlooking the campus of “San Agustin Academy”. He was perched in front of a large bay window while sipping his morning cup of joe, eyes wandering across the plains, deep in thought. He and his team were nearly two months into the observation portion of Project Untamed and the summer heat was just beginning to subside in New Mexico and relax into a cooler and more comfortable autumn season.

Over the past eight weeks Dr. Wayman, as well as his cohort of renowned scientists had been studying the test subjects, chronicling their every action, conversation and experience. The experimental phase of the project had gone off without a hitch, evidenced in the new personalities and tendencies of the “students”. It was clear as day which subject represented what animal and for that, Dr. Wayman was incredibly grateful for the scientific excellence developed to make this project a reality.

A gentle knock on his office door brought the middle aged doctor out of his thoughts. Turning to face the entrance of his station, a small woman stood in the doorway with a stack of papers. “Dr. Wayman, I have yesterday's analysis for you to read. As usual, it is separated by test subject and classification.” The meager woman handed the packet to the grey haired man. “Additionally, on the final page are the finalized groups for sub-experiment A. You may revise them as you wish.” Shortly after finishing the final word, she scurried out of the room, almost as if she was fearful of Dr. Wayman’s wrath, which was unapparent at the moment.

As he flipped through the booklet of text, the doctor mused over the individual findings for each subject. He hand selected each of their animals and was anxious to see how their personalities would develop. Scientists were disguised all around campus- as staff members, teachers, custodians- as well as hidden in secret viewing rooms in buildings in order to notate and catalog each and every new discovery. Each note was fascinating, captivating, and further confirmed Dr. Wayman’s suspicions and notions that this experiment would be successful.

When the doctor reached the final page, he inquisitively leafed through the groups for sub-experiment A, which would be occurring in two days' time on Wednesday afternoon. A scavenger hunt designed to test the strengths and weaknesses of each “student”, as well as investigate the relationships between each animal species during times of stress. Masqueraded as a “group bonding” exercise for the students, it surely was going to be the highlight of the week for all parties involved.

Checking his watch, Dr. Wayman noted that the time was now 8:00AM. Classes would begin in one hour, meaning it was almost time to sit back and see the fruits of his labor at work. Each new day brought excitement and curiosity, and today would be no exception. Placing his now empty coffee cup down on his desk, he pulled on his lab coat and exited the office, anxiously awaiting for today’s events to begin.

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You heard the man, classes start in one hour!

Today is Monday (cue the groans and tantrums) and you’re disappointed that the weekend (which felt like the blink of an eye) is now over. Everyone’s schedule is different, so students are strewn across campus getting back into their weekly routine. Whether that be going to an early morning class, eating a meal in the cafeteria, getting in a workout, or sleeping in your dorm, that is up to you.

All students will convene for an all school assembly after dinner where teams for this Wednesday’s scavenger hunt will be announced. Have a great day!

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@Kitty

Accepted! Feel free to move her to the character tab.

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Just a reminder to everyone that the deadline for character sheets is tonight at 11:59PM EST. All are welcome, but if you would like to participate in this RP please post your CS no later than that time! Thank you!

GM Mel

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@spooner

Accepted! Move em' on over to the character tab.