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Post by Torrin on Apr 22, 2012 11:43:27 GMT -5
Torrin Fletch was running late for a lecture, only by about five minutes but even so, that was too late now. He might as well just not go. He'd only disturb everyone that had managed to wake up before midday. Besides, he'd be seeing Griff and Richard later and they could tell him what he missed. So, as it happened, he was fancy free and more than free for anything fancy. Or a coffee. He could really do with a coffee, thinking about it. And so it was that Torrin made his way to the café in the union, stopping briefly to flirt with a young redhead who happened to walk past him. It was only a short walk and he was soon sat near the window, Americano and a notepad in front of him on the table. He might be studying English, but he had aspirations other than spending his life apprecating someone else's use of language. Only last night he'd done a routine at Camelot's Comedy Club, one that went down rather well, even if he did say so himself. Comedy was all about observation, about understanding how people worked and how absurd the world could be. That's why he always had his notepad with him - so he could write down snippets of conversations, record people's stupidity and call upon it later.
He was gazing rather absent mindedly out the window, trying not to think about Cummings' use of punctuation or what The Rime of the Ancient Mariner had to do with slavery when a young blonde woman caught his eye. Ah, Vivian Lyon. Like him, she was a second year, but unlike him her father was seeing to her loans and tuition fees and she wasn't actually studying a real subject. She looked angry but then that really wasn't anything new. Vivian had a temper as big as her hair. Torrin didn't usually have much to do with her - it was rather difficult to do anything Torrin wanted to when she was being followed around by those sicophants of hers. But surprisingly she was alone...and walking into the café. Well, this was an oppurtunity far too good for him to miss. He shuffled in his seat so he could see her better and watched as she practically shouted her order at the poor man behind the counter.
She quickly found herself a seat, annoyingly rather far away. This was something Torrin was have to actually commit to. He stood up, picked up his drink and notepad and made his way over to the girl. She still looked angry. How could she possible be angry all the time? It was one of those mysteries of the universe, only this time he wouldn't be mentioning that to any of the physics lot because he really, really didn't need another two hours of his life being told that unlike string theory the "emotional output of a human female was not, in fact, a mystery of the universe and could be quite easily explained through a basic understanding of psychology". Christ that had been a long afternoon. But, that was neither here nor there. Physics was not something he was interested in right now, he told himself, and then rather crudely added that what he was actually interested in was biology.
On reaching Vivian's table he didn't ask to join her or say anything because she'd just tell him to go away and he would ignore her so it would be a waste of everyone's time. Instead he just dropped his notepad on the table and sat down, taking a sip of his drink. "Ah, Vivian, looking as angry as ever I see."
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Post by Vivian on Apr 22, 2012 11:55:18 GMT -5
Vivian was having a bad day, and when she had a bad day she made sure that everyone knew about it. With a fashion deadline due any day now she was cramming as much of her time into her latest project as she could. This seemed to be the only time that she could prise herself away from textiles books and sketches and actually sit down and take five minutes alone.
After basically shouting her order at the guy behind the counter, just to emphasise how tight on time she actually was, she found a spot in the corner and set her frappachino down on the table. Vivian pulled out her compact mirror and fixed her hair. Geez it was sticking up so much today that it was almost as though she had electrocuted herself! Once slick of lipgloss and some mascara later she put her mirror away and set about her next task. Drinking her drink before she was due back at the textiles centre to carry on being stressed.
Thud...
Her eyes met a notepad now flung opposite her on the table and a rather smug looking guy taking a seat without being asked to. "Ah, Vivian, looking as angry as ever I see." She looked him up and down. No taste in clothes whatsoever and an appauling haircut.
"Am I supposed to know who you are?" she said snootily raising her brows. She didn't really want to know who he was, but she knew one thing. He was already annoying her.
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Post by Torrin on Apr 22, 2012 15:54:34 GMT -5
Torrin wasn't entirely happy with her words. Surely she did know who he was? Everyone knew who he was. He was Torrin Fletch! The girl was clearly an idiot if she was being serious. Well, he would just have to educate her, wouldn't he? He took another sip of his coffee before answering, a small smile forming on his lips. Ah yes. The Vivian raised eyebrow. A mighty thing to behold. Those who saw such a thing didn't often life to tell the tale. Torrin would be one of the lucky few. "Torrin Fletch." He offered her his hand, not actually sure whether she would shake it or not. She probably wouldn't - she was clearly far too above him for that sort of thing, but then again he wouldn't be surprised if she did.
"I've seen you around campus." He said, aware that she wasn't going to make conversation with him, this was going to be a sole effort on his part. Unluckily for her, Torrin was rather good at making conversation. He could talk for hours and often did. Although usually there was a mic and an audience involved. Well, Vivian could be his audience. He readily welcomed a heckle or two from her. "You're studying...fashion?" Torrin already knew that, but he didn't want to sound like a stalker. That definitely wouldn't give off the right vibes, and vibes were very important during a first meeting. He wanted to make sure this wasn't going to be a first and last. |
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Post by Vivian on May 19, 2012 0:31:11 GMT -5
Vivian was reluctant to shake his hand but did, wiping it casually after on her trousers. "Yes, i've heard of you..." she replied a little snootily after he mentioned his name. "Some of my friends go to see your little shows", and she made sure that he knew where they stood with one another.
She took a sip of her drink and flicked idly through her notes and sketches whilst Torrin banged on about something or nothing. "I've seen you around campus." her head raised up to look at him, "Hasn't everyone?" Vivian asked as though it was a matter of fact. Her father was a member of parliment, that practically had her on the road to royalty where she was now. Of course everyone should know her name.
Vivian snapped the notebook shut. "Yes" she replied in answer to his question, "and I have deadlines...I have a dress that needs to be finished so..." she trailed off, suddenly having a brainwave hit her.
A sly smile spread across her lips as she looked Torrin up and down, "...you are going to help me" she declared. A real life mannequin was just what she needed, and if Torrin was going to waste his time on some stupid poetry, then it was hardly worth him choosing that over her.
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