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Post by ian on Jul 11, 2012 5:09:32 GMT 8
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rock, paper, scissors, lizard, spock
Ian was having a fabulous time in college. He didn’t want it to ever end. He was the smartest one in all his classes, and even felt that he was smarter than the professors themselves, and in some cases, he was. Ian had always been a very opinionated even as a child, but it wasn’t until recently he began to let his opinions flow freely. He had gotten into trouble from professors for talking during class and even making a few students cry, but they worst they could do was kick him out of class. When this happened he used his time to watch Star Trek or level up on WoW. He didn’t tend to dwell on it.
Ian didn’t have a car, or even a driver’s license, the only thing he relied on was his electric scooter. Equipped with his helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads, Ian rode over to the lecture hall for class. He didn’t care if his fellow students snickered at him for being safe, he didn’t care what others thought. He knew one day he’d be able to laugh in their faces when he won the Nobel Prize. Arriving outside the hall, he locked up his scooter and headed into the classroom.
This was one of his favorite classes. It was filled with students working individually on experiments. Ian decided that he was going to make a robot completely controlled by his laptop. It would have a video display screen for a face so he could use any images he wanted. He knew this was basic work, but eventually he would use this robot to prove other theories. Since his robot was nearly complete Ian thought it might be fun to see what the others were working on. ”Well that’s preposterous, that will never work, a wild monkey could do that in his sleep…” He mumbled as he walked by stations, but stopped as he walked up to Ashers. ”And what do we have here…” He asked her, not being able to make out her gibberish writings.
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Post by asher leilani lebeau on Jul 11, 2012 9:34:23 GMT 8
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“Nothing that could be equated to a child’s toy, babydoll,” she purred, her voice just two shades shy of being downright flirty. Though for the boys here, she may as well be naked with how they reacted to her. She crossed one leg over the other, her heels shining in the light and matching the form fitting pencil skirt and white blouse covering her body. She placed her pen gently on her desk, reaching over and patting Ian’s hand. “Though of course, my work isn’t exactly equated to ‘playing with’ oneself. By the way, how is that coming along? No girlfriend or boyfriend yet?” she said, her tone conversational as if she was concerned. Ian didn’t like her very much, so of course Asher, being Asher, decided that she was going to hardcore flirt with him, if only to get a reaction. She was a fairly hard girl to get upset, and she seemed to give as good as she got, except in the mornings without her coffee. Then she was just downright evil to anyone who crossed her path.
Amethyst eyes sent one more sweep over the taller male before she turned back to her work, an amused smile on her lips as she dismissed him. She never bothered standing up, what point would it be? She was only 5’2” in flats and on her heels, 5’6”. It was almost laughable but she somehow intimidated all the boys in the room just by being a girl. |
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Post by ian on Jul 16, 2012 10:19:04 GMT 8
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rock, paper, scissors, lizard, spock
Ian was not a big fan of Asher, he knew she was somewhat smart, even though he would never admit that to anyone. He hated the way she always had to be right, even though he knew he was the one that was right, he could never be wrong in the first place. When she began to dis his work, and pry into his personal life, he began to get flustered. The one thing that always happened to Ian when he began to get upset, his voice would change. It would always get higher and even squeaky at times. ”Well that’s just not right. I am not playing with myself, I am conducting a high sophisticated experiment, but I wouldn’t expect your simple minded brain to comprehend such a thing.” Ian was definitely starting to become flustered. Even though he couldn’t tell she was flirting with him to make him uncomfortable, he really didn’t like the fact that she gave him no merit for his hard work. He expected everyone to be in awe of his work.
Crossing his arm defiantly he huffed as she dismissed him and he stormed back to his seat. He wasn’t going to let her get away with this. He was going to retaliate somehow, he just didn’t know the specifics quite yet. Pulling out his computer, he began to type in the formula’s he created for his project when he got a smashing idea, even though it would have to wait til the morning. In his mind it was pure genius, but when it came to getting even, Ian had ideas that even an eight year old would think lame. Smirking over at Asher he couldn’t help but snicker as he thought of his plan.
Finishing up his work for the day, Ian walked back over to Asher and decided to get into her head, play nice. ”May the mass times the acceleration be with you.” He said with a slight nod and smile.
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Post by asher leilani lebeau on Jul 22, 2012 1:29:18 GMT 8
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She was cross referencing them, the boys in the room would either avoid her or were sending some not-so covert glances. Asher ignored the boys, her work was more important. Ian was not on her mind until he showed up again and there were very few things that people could do to ruffle her feathers. She’d survived abusive ex boyfriends and parents that hadn’t really cared about her. She could take pretty much anything and dish it back if she wanted, or as was more likely for her, she would flirt with the boys here and the girls until they were so flustered they didn’t know which way was up. Ian was definitely no exception to that, he just gave a better reaction.
When he stopped by her desk again, she simply arched an eyebrow at him and smiled, a look that was a bit more friendly than necessary. “it’s quite alright, baby. You don’t need to make an excuse to use the bathroom,” she laughed with a wink, blowing him a kiss as he walked by.
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Post by ian on Jul 22, 2012 10:03:14 GMT 8
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rock, paper, scissors, lizard, spock
Perhaps it was the OCD of the genius inside of him, but Ian was not able to let any kind of comments go. No matter what the conversation was, or who it was with, he needed to be the last to comment. This sometimes got him into long debated topics with people, but he would rather argue for hours and have the last word, then be done with it and made to look like a simple-minded fool.
Ian didn’t look at Asher as a ‘hot girl’ his mind wasn’t programmed for things like that, rather she was just another colleague that happen to be a member of the opposite sex. To him, she was no different than other human. He was on his way out, but her comment brought him back”I do not have use the bathroom, and if I did I wouldn’t make an excuse, it’s a natural human function, and there’s even a book for it, Everyone Poops. Maybe you should go to the library and check it out.” Ian was starting to get more defensive as the conversation continued and he was only get more agitated and flustered.
Ian smirked and gave a little ‘ha-ha’ as he made his comment to Asher, even though it may have been juvenile, he was still proud of himself.
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Post by asher leilani lebeau on Jul 22, 2012 22:57:44 GMT 8
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Ash laughed some, looking at him over the top of her glasses. She smiled at him, perfectly at ease as she watched him grow more agitated. It was something that he simply disregarded her and ignored her, a patronizing sort of deal that was greatly reminiscent of her foster father which drove her to keep pushing, get a reaction. She hardly made the first comment towards him, but she worked hard to get where she was even if it may not seem like it.
"I would if your name hadn't been above mine on the waiting list," she shot back, giggling at him some and placing her pen down as she shot a glance at the clock. Almost time to leave, she thought as she collected her papers and simply began packing up. She knew better than to really get into an argument or debate with him, seeing as he would keep going. He had several times with poor other students and Asher had a class to go to that she was currently a teaching assistant in.
"Then again, perhaps I should buy you lunch and tell you all about natural body functions. It is what I am studying," she said, a mysterious sparkle to her eyes. Ash had never once told anyone what her degree was or where she was in her schooling. It was a big secret and speculation among the others, few being able to understand her notes or the research she did, and she had a reputation for partying too, making them question her.
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