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From The Ritz to the Rubble - Nik and TDN

Exhausted from work, will get something up tonight or tomorrow morning

From The Ritz to the Rubble - Nik and TDN

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From The Ritz to the Rubble - Nik and TDN

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.

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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.

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Emily Ann Taylor

"Another page turns on the calendar, April now, not March."

Emily Ann Taylor

Age:
21

Musical Talent:
Drums, piano

Personality:
Emily has a serious case of RBF, and a often perpetual bad mood. She's pessimistic and honest, although a common liar. Despite this, however, she doesn't pass up anything fun - primarily among her friends, or a party of any kind. Above all, however, Emily is a perfectionist. Despite bad influences, Emily set out to keep her personal life as close to ideal as she could. Her request for a flawless existance is often ignore. Emily would rather not turn up than be tardy, or have no practised.

History/Bio:
Being the only child of a two constantly busy parents left Emily with a somewhat strained childhood but one that she never hated. It remained fairly normal until she grew sick at fourteen. Her parent's shifted their attention to paying closer attention to their daughter until her health seemed to return to what it had been before. Emily took this time explore her interests in art and peotry, eventually being the subject she chose to study after High School.

Her life within the two school's her attended was simply average. She was aloof and abscent for a good percentage of her Freshman year before transferring and beginning elsewhere. As soon the opporunity came, Emily sent applications to the far corners of the country to avoid remaining in the small town she called home. Free to live as she truly wants to.

Harry Parker

"I'd probably still love you with your hands around my neck,"

Harry Parker

Age:
23

Musical Talent:
Guitar, backing vocals

Personality:
Thinking back to school, there was always one kid that stood out, oozing enough confidence for three. In his year, that was Harry. He was is an ass. He's lively, sarcastic, a flirt, and entirely shocking. There's few things that Harry loves more than pushing buttons for a reaction; a bit of a social sadist. When not being an ass, he's trying rather hard to be the centre of attention and enjoys the spotlight. It's not uncommon to see Harry smoking, or drinking a tad too early. Music, itself, means a considerable amount to the lanky twat, however still less than his own ego.

History/Bio:
Simply put, Harry was an ungreatful child. Born into a stable and loving family, Harry found himself maturing into the rascal he was into his adult years. He was an indie kid, often at the coolest parties, and had more girlfriend's than socks at Christmas. During the last few years in High School, Harry pulled together his friends and created the garage band The Twists, singing lively versions of the Brit Indie he enjoyed in his spare time. The spotlight gave him a snse of truly belonging, a sense of purpose, a the biggest ego boost he'd likely recieve.

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