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ROSA.
“what’s this, ingham? some thinly veiled criticism directed at me?” he laughed, shaking his head in feigned disbelief. “and here i thought you were better than that.”
A dramatic hand rests on her chest. She blinks. “No, I am. I very much am. Now, Rhys, please don’t start assuming otherwise–– that’s heart-wrenching.”
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☆ - Knocking on their door at 3AM.
❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.
A knock on the door in the middle of the night does not sound exciting to Rosa in any way. She struggles out of the kitchen, where she had been doing some crosswords on this lovely Saturday, and with a cup of tea clutched in her hand heads towards the door. She doesn’t bother to double-check–– a mug is an okay enough weapon in case of a troublesome scenario. The reality hits her across the face when arms are suddenly wrapped around her. She stumbles backwards, tea spilling over her hand, the floor. The mug is put on the nearest flat surface when she registers what has happened. “Oh. Charles–– Charlie.” naturally, she returns the hug, hands resting on his back. “Hey.” she sounds surprised, but calm. Comforting. “What’s with the tears?”
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☆ - Knocking on their door at 3AM.
She had fallen asleep on the couch. How long was she out for? She couldn’t tell, but it must’ve been a while, since the TV had stopped playing a Big Brother marathon and moved onto documentaries for serious adults. She grimaces at the bold guy on the screen discussing prostitution, and reaches for the remote. Getting to her feet, she lowers the volume and heads towards the door. She stops, considers, looks through the peephole. A familiar face brings her a certain feeling of peace. However, the confusion on her face is visible when the door swings open. Eyes look him up and down. “Are you being chased?”
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✗ - Grabbing them by the throat and pushing them into a wall.
Rosa gasps, eyes wide–– she’s taken aback, that, she can’t hide. The shock, this natural human emotion is however quickly shaken off when her gaze meets his. She’s face to face with the law professor. Struggling a notch, she tilts her head to the side, where her mouth then falls open. “What is this supposed to be?” eyes narrow, a glare directed at the man. “I absolutely hate it. Immediately–– get off me. Lord Filthsack.”
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biggest pet peeves?
“Honestly? When people say abortion is manslaughter and fucking mean it.”
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hottest people around?
"Three. You only get three gorgeous, modelesque ladies. They are: Lily! Evita! Mia! Yo-hoo!”
@lilymorecu, @evbennet, @joltmian
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Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours...
A mix of SFW and NSFW.
☆ - Knocking on their door at 3AM. ☼ - Waking them up by crawling on top of them. ✂ - Declaring a desire to sever their friendship/relationship/etc. ☞ - Saying “I love you”. ❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.
✗ - Grabbing them by the throat and pushing them into a wall. ♚ - Pushing them into a wall and kissing them with passion. ∞ - Pinning their hands by their head. ● - Kissing their fingertips. ◕ - Leaving a hickey on their neck (or specify another body part).
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least favorite person here?
“Eh, professor Cross, ‘cause, he’s like, such a young dude, and he decided to teach law to a bunch of uni folks–– hugely blargh. And his name is Jackson, ‘n shit.”
@professorcross
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Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Living my well-deserved, very best life somewhere in west Connecticut on a family-friendly farm, with my pals; cows, huge apple trees and two sheep dogs.”
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Who, out of everyone in oxford, would you most and least like to live with?
Most: Henry. We’d have such a fucking laugh, I just know.
Least: Luke. He just.. seems so terrified. All the time.
@ofhenrychoi, @rcsfcber
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if you could have one super power, what would it be and why?
"Get sick on command. And we’re talking every kind, whatever suits the situation. Headache, flu, a goddamned hydro-pump of vomit–– all symptoms welcome.”
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INGHAM, ROSA.
“sometimes being nasty and being honest are two sides of the same coin, angel,” he spoke, tapping his highlighter against the wood of the desk in front of him, tone laced with amusement. “no, tell me —” a short laugh “should i be paying you for this unsolicited, unlicensed counselling session?”
"No, for sure — if you got an attitude problem.” she raises a brow at him, before spinning in her chair. “Nope, this is your day, my sir— it’s all for free.” she stops, crosses her legs. “I ain’t nothing but a volunteer, my goal being to help troubled youth.”
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class was pretty annoying today and he really tried his best to get out of there as quickly as he could so he did, pushing past the people in the lecture hall and through the doors with a resting bitch gaze on his face he walked down the steps with his head down as he turned the corner and slammed right into the person in front of him, not even really paying attention to where he was going. his cheeks turned a bright red as he gripped tightly onto the strap of his bag, so tightly that you could almost see the veins popping out on his skin and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “uh– crap uh– sorry, i sh- should have paid attention to where i was going.” god luke, could you sound any more stupid while you’re talking? he thought to himself as he took a deep breath before taking a step back to give them space. “a- are you okay? i didn’t uh– hurt you or anything did i?”
She has just tossed her cigarette, ending the well-deserved break as she walks through the crowd with hands in her pockets. Now, she can’t say she didn’t see him, but there was something that prevented her from jumping aside. When they crash, she almost instantly collapses to the ground, looking down at her feet when he offers the apologies. Hands wrap around her leg, a tiny, mischievous grin painting her face for a split second, before she lets out a nearly heart-wrenching whine. “Oh, my God.” suddenly, she’s breathing heavily, choking back tears. “My leg. I can’t–– I can’t move my god-damn leg.” with every second, she adds more details into this act. Eyes squeeze shut, she winces in pain. “Please, dear God, go get help.”
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chcrliehq:
“you wait and see. a president is going to die out of the blue, i’m gonna disappear and then you won’t say a word, yeah?” he tilted his head a little to the side, and couldn’t help the chuckle that followed his words, but he dropped the smile immediately after.
"I’d never incriminate you, Charles.” a hand is placed over the heart; this being a promise of some sort. “Cold, rough prison cells are in no way a house for baby boys such as yourself.”
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“oh, i–i think you’re asking the wrong person,” poppy admitted with a small laugh. “i have a hard time even killing a fly. in fact, one has been buzzing around my flat for the past four days, but i haven’t worked up the courage to off him, yet.” she laughed, awkwardly, as if only realizing how weird she sounded after she spoke.
"These concepts were created for us to follow.” Rosa tells her, dead-serious almost, before jumping off the subject, as if nothing ever happened. “Ooh. Imagine I’m a TV person, ‘kay? And I’m trying to sell you a product. Do you know what product I’m gonna sell you? A venus flytrap. Perfect, if your household’s searching for a plant to adopt.”
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aleksanderorionn:
“well we talkin’ what kind of president? us? if so i’m down.. but like.. that’s some heavy shit.” he shrugged, his eyebrows furrowing at the confusion of the conversation, though he knew it was playful, meant quite nothing but he was still a bit alarmed by the question.
"I know.” she doesn’t even try to argue on the matter. “How long do you think it’d take for them to catch you? Speaking in business days.”
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