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Post by Darlah Ivy Cortes on Oct 7, 2012 19:53:01 GMT -5
I should have taken more classes, Darlah thought as she sat in a booth in the café. She’d been watching people come in and out of the building all day, pretending that she was focused on something she was writing on her computer. Actually, she was supposed to be concentrating on her computer, or more precisely, the paper she was supposed to be writing. In her first couple years at NYU, she hadn’t taken as many classes as she should have. Strike that. She had taken several classes, none of which really had needed to take. Though she had never changed her major, she did start her college career with taking as many different classes as her schedule would allow. Some of them counted as General Education courses that she needed to take, but she’d had the idea when entering college that she should just… try everything. Now she was reconsidering that idea.
Truth be told, she really wasn’t that far off. Most of the classes she’d taken her advisor had thrown into elective groups and she still had time for going out with friends; Darlah was only worried because she was supposed to graduate at the end of this year and she was leaving a lot of assignments until the last minute. Something more entertaining always came up and she found going out with the girls was more fun than sitting around and writing a paper. She was forcing herself to write the stupid thing now. It was due by Monday and it was already Thursday. To the professor’s credit, it had been assigned about a month or so ago. Darlah just hadn’t found the time to do it. She could have worked on it all weekend, but she was determined to get some fun time into her schedule too.
So when she and her brother decided to meet up at a café, Darlah decided to go a few hours early and get some writing done. Looking at her computer, she realized she hadn’t made much progress. The door to the café swung open again, triggering the soft almost door-bell-like noise to go off. Darlah’s head darted up, hoping to see her brother so she could be saved from this torturous writing assignment for at least a few hours, but it was someone she didn’t recognize. Not all that uncommon in the city. People Darlah didn’t recognize were everywhere. She went back to her paper and started typing, trying to focus. She was determined to get at least a few paragraphs in before her sibling showed up. |
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Post by David Cortes on Oct 7, 2012 23:32:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Works just fine!)
David sighed as he walked through the streets looking for the coffee shop. What was its name again? It was the one close to NYU right? Well shit... that's no help. There's like 2 dozen coffee shops... Fuck. He pulled out the phone from the pocket of his green hoodie and read the text again from his phone. Ok, Benny's coffee. Should be easy enough. Placing his phone back into the front pocket, he walked through the streets towards the now found goal.
For once, he looked normal. Along with his green USMC hoodie, he also wore a regular pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a pair of grey pumas. If anyone on the street were to look at him, they'd have no idea he hunted down the supernatural for a living. He even made sure to have a bit of a stubble beard so as to better blend in.
Walking into the coffee shop, he looked over and saw his sister, grinning slightly. She was typing work in a coffee shop? If he had not known that she was here to help him out in registering for classes he would have ruthlessly made fun of her for being one of those students who tried to look like an intellectual and work in a coffee shop. Funny, his younger sister was now helping him with schoolwork. Technically... HE was the freshman. Oh how the tables turned.
"Oye princesa!" David called as his grinned widened. Back at home, she had always been "Princesa." She was the only girl of four children, so it was only natural they tease her a little bit. "Too sophisticated to give your older brother a hug now that you're almost a graduate of a prestigious institution of higher learning?" He jested, a bit sarcastically, but lovingly enough to not cause insult (at least he hoped not). She was, after all, the first one of the four of them to actually go to college.
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Post by Darlah Ivy Cortes on Oct 8, 2012 19:50:17 GMT -5
She was actually getting somewhere! The paper she was working on was actually looking much more impressive than she had planned, if she did say so herself (and she did… say so herself, that is). Determination for another weekend out had sparked her desire to write… or perhaps she just needed the little deadline of having a good portion of it done by the time her brother arrived. A brother who should be arriving any time now. Her mind had decided to make her eyes dart to the corner of the screen every so often and keep the time in the back of her mind. If he was drastically late, she’d go out looking for him, or call him and see if he was lost or just forgotten about their little “welcome to college” session as Darlah had decided to call it (but only in the secure environment of her own head). She supposed she heard the door open another time but blocked it out, assuming that it wouldn’t be her brother again and just continued to write.
Until she heard his voice. Princesa. She both loved and hated that little nick name. It made her feel special and weak all at the same time. Princesses were supposed to be loved and cared for, which was really very nice, but Darlah had trouble getting the stereotype of a pale girl with long blonde hair in a puffy pink dress that would make a girl look like a marshmallow out of her head when she heard the name. She put up with it for her brothers’ sakes. They meant well and the teasing was only natural. But if the people she used to hunt with knew about that name, she’d probably start digging her own grave.
Darlah gave her brother a smile and stopped what she was doing completely. “I’d claim seniority forbids me from hugging a freshman, but the truth is I didn’t see you come in. You could give me time to stand up,” she teased, sliding out of the booth and getting to her feet. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and realized again how much she was looking forward to having her older brother around. Then she sat back down and pulled up the school’s website (thank God for café internet). “Shall we get right to registering then, or get something to eat?” |
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Post by David Cortes on Oct 11, 2012 23:54:39 GMT -5
"Ha ha, very funny princesa." He laughed, hugging her back and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Seniority? What kind of crap was that. But fine, she deserved it. Sort of. "Just remember, I was the one busting my ass in Iraq while you and your friends were drinking on the weekends. So you're damn right you'll give me a hug when I come around."
Taking a seat next to her, he nodded. "Some food would be great. And coffee. Lot's and lot's of coffee. It's been a long day."
Technically, his day had started at two in the morning, when he had to go chase down a lycan spotted at the park. He had taken a nap, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to get much sleep this weekend. Weekends usually had vampires and werewolves out in droves prowling for young college students too stupid or impressionable to realize what was going on. Still.
As the waiter came up, he ordered a beef sandwich on rye, and a large cup of the darkest, strongest coffee they had. After Darlah ordered, he looked at the computer screen.
"Right, so I've already paid the first semester's tuition. Now how the hell do I sign up for classes, and how do I know I'm supposed to even be taking them? Do I get any credits for being in the Marines, or am I the same as any freshman?"
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