First Encounters [ sean ]

[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] FIRST ENCOUNTERS. Katrina looked at the university in front of her with a smile on her face. She readjusted the blue strap of her backpack while walking toward the school. It was weird coming here every day for school since it was definitely different from high school. It was also a bit nerve-wracking since her best friend had decided that the OC was too boring and decided to go to the east coast for college instead. So Katrina was here alone but she didn’t mind it too much; being alone was a great opportunity to make new friends and the whatnot. The blonde pushed up her new glasses and smiled. One step after another, she took off towards the entrance and trying her best not to fall in her uber high heels. She couldn’t remember why she had decided to wear them today either other than the fact that it was just sitting in its box in her closet. Maybe she had felt guilty for buying them and never wearing them? She didn’t know but she did know that four inch high shoes were harder to walk in than three inch ones and increased her chances of falling face first. Which wouldn’t be the first time since she had done it several times before but she really didn’t feel like making contact with the pavement. She glanced at her watch then sighed. There was still time before class started so she could just take a seat in front of the school. Smoothing out her dress before she sat on the ground, she looked at her textbook in her arms then at her shoes. Maybe wearing them hadn’t been her brightest idea but at least she had made it to school successfully, right? Besides, after wearing the heels, the academic part had to be a piece of cake compared to the modern day torture device. Besides, maybe sitting here she'd meet some interesting people. There had to some people she never met before walking in and out of the school, right? Maybe this wasn't a bad place to sit. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION 346 WORDS FOR SEAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[SEAN JAMES WATSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee479/Yourallmad666/greyback.jpg?t=1340675920); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi College was well, for sure not the easiest thing that he's ever had to deal with in his life, but it sure was one hell of a ride. Sean had been here for three previous, and glorious, years and this would be his last. He would get what he came for, an undergrad in engineering, and head out. He wasn't sure what he would do with his life, but his brother had always told him to move out of Orange County and go work for some big fancy cooperation. However, Sean liked to be his own boss. His brother bought a little shop with an apartment located above it. Sean decided to fix up the shop and open up his own tattoo place. It took him a year to get the place looking clean and then more time to save up money for everything, but he did it and eventually had a steady career path for the most part. His brother said that he'd never seen him work so hard before and got him his very first tattoo gun for his nineteenth birthday. Garret wasn't very pleased, but at least Sean wasn't a bum like some people. So, this young male was actually headed to the main building because his schedule had put in 'culinary arts' instead of 'art'. He wasn't quite sure how someone could make that mistake, but he figured that it would be a simple fix and no trouble at all. The main building was smaller than he remembered three years ago to this day, but maybe it was just because he was getting older. He handed his schedule to the person at the main desk and told her his problem in the nicest way possible, and then gave a little smile to be friendly about it. She looked at him all nicely and said that they would try and fix it as soon as possible, but he would just have to go to cooking class for now. She said give it about two or three days and his schedule should be back to normal. He thanked her and walked out. He readjusted his hat to face backwards and started to greet everyone that he knew. He brushed his black locks out of his eye sight and saw that there were a lot of new people on campus this year. Maybe they were all transfers or the freshman were just looking older. He shook his head back and forth, hoping that the second answer wouldn't be true, but he knew that it would have to be that way eventually. He looked at his bright blue watch that most people thought was fake and saw that his first class wasn't for another forty minutes. He placed his fingers in his pocket, leaving his thumbs to drum on his legs. The guy sighed and wondered if any of his friends had classes this early in the day. He immedietly whipped out his phone and texted all his friends still on campus. They all said that they were either moving in, with their significant other, or had a class to get to in five minutes. He sighed. Maybe he should finally get a girlfriend instead of just taking girls out on dates. He knew that Carlie would never move out of Miami and his day dreaming could just end already. It was torturing him, and Garret bothered him about not ever having a relationship after Chelsea. Her name sent shivers up his spine. Almost a year together and she broke it off as soon as she moved to wherever she did. She first said that her parents didn't like him. The other time she said this, and then that. The lies went on for miles, but he just found out that she had a new sex toy. He walked around for a minute until he saw a rather tiny blond figure sitting on the ground of the school. He figured she was a freshman because of the books she had. Not that he could read the titles from where he was, but after about sophomore year, students just stopped carrying them around with them everywhere. And she was in heels. Freshman. He went over anyways because well, she was someone to talk to and he needed someone to talk to for forty minutes. He took his hands out of his pockets about half way over and slowly walked up to her. "Hey. My name is Sean. Mind if I pop a squat?" Sean knew that joke was kind of old, but the classics would always stay true to him. Whoopy cushins and all. He went ahead and took a spot at what he thought was a far enough distance away that she wouldn't think he was a creep or anything. Sean removed the hat from his head, placing it to the side of him, and ruffled up his hair; this is how he fixed it of course. He took another look at the girl. Her eyes were extremely blue. "Your eyes are really nice." Wait, this idiot did not just say that out loud, did he? He put his knees up to his chest and placed his arms over it, with his hand holding his other wrist to keep them together, "I apologize for that." He wasn't sure why he would say something like that out loud, especially to a girl he'd just sat down with out of sheer boredom and time to kill. However, she was very pretty. He wouldn't take the comment back because for one, it was true, and two, complimenting someone you just meet is a good way to start off a relationship of some kind. Hopefully it wouldn't be like, the random one percent that freaked out when you gave them a compliment the first five seconds of a meeting. Then, well, then he might have been screwed. words: 982|notes: sup|outfit: click

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] FIRST ENCOUNTERS. Honestly, Katrina found sitting out here really boring and her textbooks really shouldn’t be that heavy. Why would the professors make them all get such heavy textbooks anyways? She brushed her hair out of her face again, keeping a smile on her face. At least her shoes were still something nice to look at as opposed to her textbooks. She supposed she could also look at the people making their way in and out of the school but she was just a tad bit distracted. Back in high school, she wouldn’t even be sitting outside the school; she’d probably end up running late because of something her best friend, Caitlyn, did and have to rush into her first period class. That was always a downer. It felt weird being early as well, she remember there were a few occasions in which the two had made it to school on time but never was it in the first week of school. Odd. Katrina was pulled out of these thoughts when someone walked up with an interesting hat and an old joke. The girl smiled at him, trying her best not to giggle at the old joke. Because, apparently, some old jokes weren’t funny at all and though Katrina always thought they were hilarious, she found it to be quite awkward when you were the only one laughing. “It’s nice to meet you Sean, I’m Katrina.” Oh, perhaps she had just made her first new friend in this school! That was always something good, right? Of course. Once he had taken a seat, she couldn’t help but notice the tattoos he had. They always looked painful no matter how pretty they looked. Wait, what? Her face started to turn pink when he said that. “Oh,uhm, thank you… you have… really… nice…” what did she say now? This was usually when Caitlyn would butt in but with the loss of her best friend came a loss for words. Plus, who complimented people like that? “hat.” There. She had successfully finished her sentence. As lame as it was, she had finished her sentence and really, that was all that mattered, wasn’t it? She shook her head though when he apologized, wondering if her face had returned to normal. “You can speak your mind, it’s part of our natural rights,” Katrina pointed out wondering if that sounded too much like her lawyer parents. Perhaps it would be best to move away from the subject of her eyes and compliments. Katrina wasn’t good with those things. The blonde put her textbooks to a side. “So, do you party, sleep and repeat?” Katrina ask, using her hand to gesture to his hat. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION 448 WORDS FOR SEAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[SEAN JAMES WATSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee479/Yourallmad666/greyback.jpg?t=1340675920); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi He saw that she tried to hold some sort of a laugh or giggle back when he had said pop a squat. She did smile though, so point Sean he figured. Sean was an odd one; he gave himself and others points. His best friend, Carlie, and him used to keep points on when they did something awesome. When Sean would make a girl laugh, point Sean, when Carlie would make guy's jaws drop, four points Carlie...hey, he didn't make the rules. The rules were made up on the spot and in a matter of what was impressive. The blond introduced herself as Katrina and he tipped his hat to her, "Very nice to meet you as well, Katrina." He just set his hat to the side and continued on with the conversation. He couldn't help but notice her looking at his tattoos. "The tattoos don't hurt that much," he showed her the one on his neck, "This one did but I like 'em." He shrugged. Some people were a fan of tattoos, others weren't as much. His brother would have liked it if he would have just stuck with one, but he got more than one of course. He had almost a 'sleeve' up his left arm, but it was just a bunch of decoration and music symbols. The one on his shoulder was more decorative stuff that he thought were cool designs (that he made himself). The saying on his chest said 'Before you, I serve nothing'. You know what, it would take forever to say all his tattoos, let's just leave it at those for now. At his comment about her eyes, he saw her face turn a pinkish color and he felt bad. He didn't mean to make her feel embarrassed or anything on her probably first day at college. However, she mentioned that he had a nice hat, pausing in bewtween words. He chuckled a little bit, "Thanks. My brother got it for me as a joke when I was like, seven." Garret was always full of the jokes. Garret was a few years older than Sean, like five years ahead of him. When Garret was eighteen, he got custody over their drunken mother and moved them out here, to California. When he apologized for his outburst, the Katrina girl shook her head and said that he could speak his mind if he wanted. Something about natural rights. He cocked his head to the side, "Psychologist or lawyer?" That sounded like something that his friend that just graduated would say. He was working for a psychology degree, but that bit also sounded like a lawyer bit. He didn't mind of course, he enjoyed conversations with smart people, especially if they were pretty girls like Katrina was. "Well, I think if more people were like you in your sense of speaking the mind bit, then the world would be a less hostile place." Sean liked to think of different scenarios throughout his life, even if they were extremely unlikely. It was the mind of an engineer, to think of things that no one else would or could. He noticed that she set her textbooks down and then she asked if he 'partied, slept, and repeated'. He grinned, "Not really. Unlike most people, I have my own tattoo shop beneath my brother's and I loft/apartment thing. Besides, I'm not a huge partier. Every once in awhile, but not like other people. As for the sleeping part, well, I get about six hours of sleep because of my business and studying for school. What about you? Do you like to get down with your bad self?" He kind of twisted his torso back and forth in the mocking way of dancing. He shrugged, "I'm not a good dancer. I'm just an artist and musician. But majoring in engineering." His voice trailed off, not really sure if he was in the right major, but it was too late to turn back now. He was going to graduate with an undergrad degree in engineering this year, but he did like it he supposed. Oh well. words: 683|notes: not as good as last time.|outfit: click

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] FIRST ENCOUNTERS. Katrina couldn’t figure out exactly what he was thinking but she was a bit embarrassed to have been kinda caught looking at his tattoos. They were really intriguing and she never could figure out what possessed a person to go through the pain of getting one. She knew that some people claimed they loved a person and then did something like that but other than that, she didn’t quite get it. The blonde just kept looking at the tattoos. And there seemed to be so many that he had too! “But don’t they use needles or something? That has to hurt a lot,” Katrina said looking at the quite random one he had on his arm. It probably made people who were afraid of needles faint too… maybe that was why they thought it didn’t hurt sometimes? Because they were passed out? Katrina could say and stick to her promise of never getting a tattoo. It was definitely too scary and she would probably wimp out. Plus, it couldn’t possibly be safe to get so many tattoos anyways. Wasn’t there like… ink poisoning or something? And the possibility of getting disowned by her parents, of course. Therefore getting tattoos was not an option for Katrina. “Isn’t seven a bit too early to be thinking about partying and sleeping?” Katrina asked with a smile on her face. When she was seven all her sister had gotten her was… nothing. Her younger sister had probably taken one or two of Katrina’s presents as well. “Neither, my parents are both lawyers and I’m… undecided,” Katrina said with a laugh. Her parents were also good lawyers and Katrina would never do anything to upset them. At least, she would try her hardest not to upset them. Maybe she ought to go into law or psychology… but neither had ever really appealed to her. “Maybe, but then there would be some really rude thoughts that could offend many people.” Which wouldn’t be good. One shouldn’t be offended by what other people thought because the only opinion that mattered was their own. But people listened anyways; Katrina did and sometimes it helped people; didn’t it? She nodded her head as he spoke. A tattoo shop? That would explain all his tattoos, wouldn’t it? She couldn’t help but burst out laughing as he mocked dancing. It was just funny and a bit awkward but still funny. “I like to go to parties but I try not to stay out too late so I can get all my studies done and get some sleep,” Katrina said. Well, didn’t that make her sound like a giant bore? “You don’t have to be a good dancer, you just have to know a rhythm and be able to move to it,” Katrina pointed out. Wasn’t that what people did at parties anyways? “But that’s really cool that you have your own tattoo shop, is that why you have all your tattoos?” she asked. Was it some way of advertising his shop? He was an artist so that would explain the interesting designs. “Why did you choose engineering?” It seemed so different from art and music unless he was doing sound engineering which would probably relate more to his line of work. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION MY POSTS ARE NEVER GOING TO BE AS LONG AS YOURS THOUGH. XD 541 WORDS FOR SEAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[SEAN JAMES WATSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee479/Yourallmad666/greyback.jpg?t=1340675920); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi She kept looking at his tattoos, but he didn't mind that much. He wondered what could have been running through her mind right about now. Was it something along the lines of he was weird, I no longer want to talk to him because of it. Hopefully it wasn't either of those, but he knew how these things went most the time. A cute girl wouldn't be interested in hearing about his tattoos though. She did eventually ask about the needles and it hurting. He smiled, looking down at his left arm, the one she had been staring at, "Well, a lot of these are my art work designs though. If I can't ever be a famous artist, I don't want them goin to waste." However, he wished that people wouldn't stare at him on the street when we walked by, asking about all of them. For the adults that looked at him like he was a delinquint, he gave them that. Around those adults on the street, he looked mean and ruthless, ready to push around a small, helpless teenager of some kind. However, he was the exact opposite; he was just a giant teddy bear, ready to be hugged. He chuckled when she mentioned seven being too young to think about partying. "Like I mentioned, it was a joke. My brother and I have a long list of jokes." A bunch of inside jokes of course. There were the ones about video games, the ones about their parents, and the ones about the stupid stuff they've done. However, the jokes about their parents didn't get told very often. They'd have stupid ones about their mother, but nothing about their father. Or rather, the dead beat dad. after their mother had Sean, he just sort of packed up and left. No sign of him anywhere and they could have cared less. Garret raised Sean and their mother didn't have any part of it. "What about you? Do yu have any siblings?" He hoped he wasn't being too intrusive, for the two had just met and was already asking about family members; even if it wasn't too descriptive. Just if she had siblings; that was okay to do, right? Katrina responded to his question about a psychologist or a lawyer. It turned out that both her parents were lawyers and she was undecided. She seemed to pause in between the whole undecided part though. "Well, what are you interested in? You can find a major for just about anything." There were some outrageous majors that he would have never even thought of before hand. But, that's what life is supposed to do, wasn't it? Throw out those options that people had never heard of before. The girl mentioned that if everyone spoke their thoughts, that things might be said that could offend people. He nodded in agreement to that, "This is very true. People can get so touch-e about others opinions. I don't understand it really." Who knows why people paid attention to what other people thought nowadays. Apparently being 'pretty' meant starving yourself and putting on a shit ton of make-up on your face. Sean was 'skinny' but he worked out. He kept a healthy diet to keep himself from getting fat. Other people, most girls, ended up with anorexia because of what society was doing to them now. He felt sorry for them really. Everyone was pretty in their own way and society shouldn't be in charge of saying what's pretty. Mission success on the laughing part now. She couldn't contain her laughter when he wiggled his torso around to act like he was dancing. She mentioned that she enjoyed going to parties, but was an early bird so she could study and get some sleep herself, "I understand. I went to a party once and went home, remembered that I had an exam the next day and studied the rest of the night. Let's just say that exam didn't go well while running on ten minutes of sleep." Mistakes aren't mistakes until you learn from them. Or something like that of course. She made him feel better when she said that as long as you have a rhythm and you can move, you can make it work. He nodded, "That actually made me feel better." He gave her a smile to prove his point and listened to her once again. She said that it was cool that he had his own shop, mentioning if that was the reason he had his tattoos. "Well, part of it. I obviously couldn't do the one on my neck or the one across the chest by myself, but up to my elbows, i can do myself." Most people didn't like doing their own work, but he found enjoyment out of it. He didn't know why, but he just did. She then went into the tough subject; why engineering? He had to think about that one for a moment. "Well, engineering is kind of like an art form in itself if you think about it. You have to be innovative, come up with ideas that no one else has before. Kind of like art. I took engineering in high school and decided that I liked it and I just happened to be good at it. Majoring in it took some convincing on my brother's part, but I minor in art, so it's all good." He shrugged, finishing off his sentence. So, maybe he was kind of bullshitting it, but at the same time, it sounded pretty legit to him. Maybe engineering was a form of art in it's own. It was just more, well, it had rules was the only part to it that wasn't art. However, rules were meant to be broken and he was an expert at that. words: 964|notes: lol. i've been doin this for about, sevenish years now|outfit: click

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] FIRST ENCOUNTERS. Katrina nodded her head, still intrigued by them. It would be weird if she asked whether or not she could touch the tattoo, wouldn’t it? Katrina would keep her hands to herself then because she didn’t want to be the awkward person. He mentioned being a famous artist and she tilted her head just slightly to the side. A famous artist? “Wouldn’t it be better on a canvas then instead of a person?” Katrina asked. Most art seemed to be on canvases…at least most of them back at home were unless they were on vases or carvings or something of that sort. He was a bit like a human canvas then, wasn’t he? That was definitely original and cool. A joke. Right. Sadly, she didn’t have many of those jokes with her elder or younger sister. “It seems like you have a very nice relationship with your brother,” Katrina observed. To have jokes like that, the two had to be close, right? Siblings that were close to each other always made Katrina smile a bit; it was sweet, cute and all things nice. Growing up she had always been closer to her parents as opposed to her siblings. “I have an older sister, Olivia, and a younger one, Serene,” Katrina said with a nod of her head. “I’m not too close to either of them though, we don’t have many of the same interests.” Well, they didn’t have any of the same interests anymore, when they were all younger they all went through a princess phase. She had always wanted the three of them to be close but they were all too different so she supposed she would simply have to deal with it. Ah, conversation was flowing; this was always good on first days because it usually meant that she had just made a friend, right? When he asked what she was interested in, there was only one thing that came to mind. “I like shoes,” Katrina blurted out before her face turned a bit pink, “I mean, I like fashion and all that, but… I also like decorating things, which is also an art, right?” There, she had made her answer sound a little… less stupid, right? Katrina wasn’t sure about the last part though. Interior design was an art, wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that though; it sounded like fun but she didn’t quite think that it was all too exciting or anything like that. She knew there were so many majors she could choose from but she didn’t know which one and she had a feeling pulling majors out of a hat wouldn’t be a good thing. “Because society has standards?” she offered. That was the best thing she could come up with regarding people and their feelings. If in magazines everyone promoted different types of people with different types of personalities and flaws, people wouldn’t judge each other and themselves as hard. But magazines and television shows and society in general didn’t so that was a flaw wasn’t it? Oh that definitely didn’t sound like fun. Katrina never did anything like that; she wasn’t one for sleeping late. Even now she had set her curfew to no later than midnight because the early bird caught the worm which meant she had to be up early. Staying up late after a party then studying was never a good combination. Caitlyn proved it to Katrina in their final year of high school. It hadn’t turned out well at all. “We all learn from our mistakes,” Katrina said with a solemn nod of her head. Mistakes were what helped people learn and grow as people, right? When he said that what she had said made him feel better, Katrina beamed. It was just something that she couldn’t help but do. Neck? He had a tattoo on his neck? Katrina hadn’t noticed it but she could only imagine how much it would’ve hurt. What if it had hit the wrong vein or something, couldn’t he have died from that? It was just one more thing that Katrina wouldn’t get about tattoos and their owners. “That’s… cool,” Katrina said. And dangerous. And deadly. But it was still cool, right? Engineering was like art? She had always associated engineering with the metal stuff and gears and that never appealed to her. The way he described it though was definitely something Katrina rarely heard though. Engineering did require a lot of innovative thinking now that Katrina thought about it – how else would people invent things like the laptop or the cellphone? “Do you like the classes?” Katrina asked. Didn’t it all come down to that anyways? Whether one liked the classes or not was important because if you didn’t like it, one was usually inclined to give up more easily, weren’t they? CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION WOW. THAT'S A REALLY LONG TIME. XD. I THINK THIS IS ACTUALLY ONE OF MY LONGEST POSTS... EVER. HAHA 805 WORDS FOR SEAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[SEAN JAMES WATSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee479/Yourallmad666/greyback.jpg?t=1340675920); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi As he was speaking to her about his art work and him deciding to tattoo himself, she nodded, hopefully she would just leave the subject alone, but of course, it was never that simple with a person he had just met. the blond asked if it would be better on canvas than person and he laid back on his hands and stuck his legs out to stretch, crossing his legs. "I suppose so. But, I kinda like having my art work on me at all times as well. Most of my art work is at my place, hanging up all over the place." Sean's brother, Garret, loved to hang his art work up in their home above the shop. Even Sean would hang his art work up inside the shop, displaying it for his customers to see. Garret took smaller pieces to his place of work, his small doctor's office. Garret was a pediatrician and he loved it; Sean's older brother just seemed to love children and all their happiness. She mentioned that him and his older brother must have had a nice relationship then. He nodded, "Garret and I have a very odd relationship. We love one another, but we terrorize the other, like pranks and stuff. We don't like, hurt one another of course." She went on into explaining she had an older sister named Olivia and a younger one named Serene. However, she wasn't to close to either of them because they didn't have the same interests. Sean leaned his head to the right, "Well, it would still be nice to have contact with them, right? If you three don't hate one another, then maybe you could just all get together once in awhile to have like coffee or lunch." He knew a lot about not being close to people, but that was because he didn't get along with them. His mother for example was an alocholic; a drunk. She couldn't operate a phone without help she could be so drunk. His father, well, he never knew his father. He giggled when she said that she liked shoes. Her face went red and he stopped laughing, but he still had a stupid grin on his face. She then tried to save herself by saying that she liked fasion and decorating, mentioning that is was also an art, but questioning it. "Well, take like a fashion class or something. I don't know what all they have for that. You could maybe take like an art class as well, like just a drawing and painting class?" He tried to offer up something to aide her in her studies at college. She offered up her advice about society having standards. He shrugged, "I know but still. Society needs to get the stick up its ass, out of it." Sean would never go back on anything he said. That's what made him get in trouble so much was his tongue. As he told his story about the one time he stayed up partying and studying, Katrina seemed to, well, not be changed by her motives on her point of view. Hopefully it would be the good way and not the partying way. She then mentions that they learn from mistakes and he nodded. He didn't want to ask if she had her own mistakes because well, it was obviously none of his business. He doesn't like to pry on people's business of course. When he showed her the tattoo on his neck, she seemed more weary than before now. She said that it was cool, but it was obviously a lie, or he thought it was. "Well, you don't have to say it's cool if you don't think it is. I find no disrespect in people's honest opinions." He shrugged after saying it because he really did not care. He liked every single last one of his tattoos and he couldn't care what people thought. Her face kind of looked confused when he said that engineering was like an art. A lot of people thought that he was crazy for even thinking such a thinking that engineering was an art in it's own. He was entitled to his own opinion however. But, some people actually went to his side when he kind of went on to explaining it. She then asked if he personally liked the classes. He nodded, "For sure. I wouldn't take any other classes. Even though the homework can get hefty, I just have to manage my time very well. As long as you do that, you should be fine." He came to believe that Katrina was the type of girl to study though and be able to manage time quite well however. Sean had to learn how to manage his time; and it was quite difficult for him. But, he had managed to do it nonetheless. words: 807|notes: well, i'm glad i could help you out then|outfit: click

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] FIRST ENCOUNTERS. She continued to nod her head. Having art work on him at all times… that was a good reason. Katrina kept her thought of him being a human portfolio silent though. Some people didn’t like being compared to inanimate objects and it would be rude to do so… especially since he was a stranger. Katrina had art at home too, but they were placed in carefully thought out positions for display and coordinated well with the rest of the home. Katrina liked hearing stories about siblings though they tended to be the same. They always seemed to like each other but enjoy teasing the other. It seemed nice just like his relationship with his brother. “Did you ever wish that you had a sister instead of a brother?” Because she knew that had happened way too many times with her friends. Then he was talking about contacting them and meeting up. Katrina supposed that would be nice but that was going to be quite difficult. “My elder sister moved to New York and my younger sister attends boarding school,” Katrina said, pointing out a flaw in his idea. It would be nice but unrealistic; it would be impossible to drag her elder sister back to Orange County other than for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Even then, it was quite difficult. He was laughing. Was he laughing because of her statement about liking shoes? She supposed it would be funny to hear out loud but for her it was just embarrassing. Who said that out loud? Apparently, Katrina did. “I can’t draw,” Katrina admitted. She had tried to draw once; her teacher had asked her what that was supposed to be. Apparently, she didn’t know how to draw a convincing bird. She did know how to draw hand turkeys though; she was practically an expert on that. “But thank you, I’ll definitely look into those classes,” Katrina said, nodding her head. And she hoped she liked them too because that was important. When he said that society needed to stick up its ass and get out of it, Katrina just shrugged her shoulders simply and remained silent. She didn’t know what to say in response. She shook her head quickly when he told her that he found no disrespect in people’s honest opinions. “It just looks like it hurts, that’s it, but it still looks cool,” Katrina said. And she still wouldn’t ever allow anyone near her if they had those tattoo making thingys near her. She didn’t want any body art. Or ink poisoning. When he said that homework could get hefty, Katrina nodded her head though that rarely happened to her. “Time management is important.” Katrina didn’t like slacking behind on her studies; it usually made her feel quite stupid when she was out of the loop for even a day. The girl crossed her legs and started to fiddle with her bracelet. “So, what year are you in?” she asked. If there was anything she knew for certain, he was definitely not a freshman. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION AND A BLECH POST FROM JENN. XD 505 WORDS FOR SEAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[SEAN JAMES WATSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee479/Yourallmad666/greyback.jpg?t=1340675920); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi As he explained the whole bit about his art work, she just seemed, kind of uninterested, but interested at the same time. It was hard to get a read on this girl and he wasn't sure why. Usually he was able to tell what a girl was like within the first few moments in a conversation, but not this girl. This Katrina girl was a hard one to read and it was slightly annoying to him. He just wanted to know what she was like, not the act that she was putting on. No need to get offended or anything, but when people first meet, every single person puts up an act on who they wanted to be, not too far off from their real selves however. Teddy tried to be real, but even he did it. He acted like everything in his life was perfect, but it really wasn't. Actually, it was far from it really. However, he managed to keep his spirits high and be who he was on the outside, and try to be that way on the inside as well. She seemed to enjoy hearing about the story between Sean and his brother, which made him happy. He knew he could get annoying on the subject with him and his brother, so he tried to keep the stories down to a minimum when meeting someone new. Then she asked if he ever wished for a sister instead of Garret. He thought about it, "Nah. I would have loved a sister, but I would never replace Garret in my life time." Sean had always wondered what it would be like if he had an older sister rather than an older brother. Would she have done the same things as Garret had done throughout their lifetime? Would she had tried to win custody and move the two of them as far away as she could from their mother? He didn't like to think of it and what his life would be like back home if he was still with his mother. Katrina seemed to like the idea of meeting up with her sisters, however, the three were far apart from one another than he had expected. The eldest off in New York, the younger in boarding school. He nodded, "Well, I'm sorry that you can't talk to them a lot then. What about a webcamera? I know it's not super convienant trying to find time to talk to one another, but it's still a form of comunication and to see one another." Sean liked trying to help people out with their problems. In a way, he found it a good thing though. He didn't like his friends having difficulty in their lives, so he always made an attempt to help. Most of the times it worked, other times it didn't. That's when he fell into the comedy side of things more often around those friends who needed it. She mentioned that she couldn't draw. He made a frowny face, "Well, I don't know how good of a teacher I am, but maybe if you draw something, I could give you some tips." Once again, Sean trying to offer up help. He supposed that some people were just like that, and that's the way he would always be. He didn't find fault in it however. She then mentioned that she would for sure look into the classes that he mentioned. He nodded, being thankful that his opinions were good ones in the matter of what classes she should look into from what she liked. The blond kind of seemed to frantically shake her head when he said to give her honest opinion. She said that it looks like it hurts, but it still looked cool. He nodded in response, "Alright. I just wanted you to know that whenever you're around me at least, you can always speak your mind on anything." He made a gesture with his hands, pointing to himself and grinning at the same time. People's opinions were kind of important, he had to admit, but honesty was also good in his mind. "If you want to, you can come look in the shop. You don't have to get anything, but just see some of the designs and stuff on the walls. And there's some art work of mine that's legit paintings." He wondered if she would agree or decline his invitation. Maybe putting in the part about his paintings would make her want to see. He always made sure that the shop was in top condition and never dirty. 'Time management is important'. Lord did he hear that a lot in the past four years of his life. He closed his eyes, nodded, and sighed. It took him forever to learn that important rule, but he did learn it and he is still doing well in college. He stopped nodding and opened his eyes back up, "Most important thing you can learn in college really. Well, in my opinion." Finally, the question was brought up on what year he was. "Senior. College hasn't been the easiest four years of my life, but for sure some of the best. What about you?" If she wasn't a freshman, then she had to be a sophomore. He didn't figure a junior or senior though. There was just the look of innocence to her that made him think that she was a freshman. But, his judgments weren't always right of course. He had made major errors in judgment, but he was getting better at it. words: 922 |notes: lol. you'll get better, don't worry. |outfit: click

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