“Oh, don’t let my attire fool you. I could be the scariest person you have ever meet. Besides, have you ever meet anyone actually scary that was dressed scary?” he questioned. Though in truth, he knew she was right. He probably wouldn’t have tried to scare her. The thought never even crossed his mind. He supposed it just wasn’t in his nature to think like that. He smiled politely and took her hand, shaking it firmly. “Pleasure to meet you Kaylee Shevel. I’m Joseph Rockefeller,” he announced before releasing her hand.He pursed his lips together, observing her outfit. She seemed to be very comfortable, enjoying the sun and a cigarette. “Smoking on school grounds I see? Bad girl,” he teased, shaking his head and laughing a little as if to indicate that he didn’t mean it. Far too many times people had mistaken him as a stiff by choice of wardrobe. He didn’t want to appear like a stiff but he didn’t want to change either.
Kaylee’s eyebrow raised slightly, and she smirked. “Your attire doesn’t fool me one bit. I’ve met serial killers moonlighting as Jonah’s and kidnappers pretending to be parents. I’ve met plenty of scary people, and they’ve got this gleam in their eyes, that just shouts, ‘I’m a scary person!’ It’s an almost undeniable fact, like gravity is what keeps you glued to the Earth.” She shook his hand, his grip firm around her thin hand, and she nodded, pumping it up and down. “Rockefeller sounds pompous, it’s famous isn’t it?” she teased, hoping he would pick up that she was only kidding.
Kaylee shrugged, pushing her thick wavy hair off her shoulder. “It’s not against the rules unless I get caught. I read that in the student’s handbook. ‘Students caught smoking on the campus grounds will be punished accordingly.’ I have never been caught. So the question is, are you the type to tell?” she countered, tapping the ash building up on the end of the cigarette between her fingers.
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Joseph was dressed in one of his many blazers. This one was a bronze color and had pants to match. He wore a plain black shirt under it and left the blazer open. For some reason, as odd as it might have looked to some, he was far more comfortable in things like this instead of regular every day clothes. To him, these were his regular every day clothes. That didn’t mean he didn’t have other things though. It just meant that he wasn’t wearing it now. His hair was done in his usual manner and his expression wore something between the lines of boredom and of being content. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going yet, but he was just walking. The sun felt amazing and a slight wind was breezing past him. It was the perfect day for a walk. Besides, he didn’t have much planned for the day, so he figured it would have been a great opportunity to think of something to do.He walked absentmindlessly, humming a tone to some song he had heard earlier that morning. His thoughts were knocked right out of his head though when he someone turned around in attempt to scare him. He felt like a deer in headlights, frozen in that state and not knowing what to do next. Unlike the deer though, he relaxed himself and returned to his natural posture a moment later. “Aren’t I suppose to be the one to say that? After all, I’m behind you,” he pointed out with an amused look on his face. He didn’t even know who the girl was, and wondered if she was expecting someone else to be behind her. It wouldn’t surprise him if she did.
Catching her victim’s expression, Kaylee laughed, almost excessively, her laughter filling the empty space, and echoing all around them. It was one of the newer students at Easton who she’d caught off guard, one that she still hadn’t had the opportunity to greet with the flurry of activity during the Legacy and the after party that had followed that. He was dressed up, wearing fine clothing that reminded Kaylee of something a much older person would wear, but it all seemed to fit together on him, making Kaylee think of an old soul. She blew a cloud of smoke out of the side of her mouth, studying the figure across from her’s features.
She shrugged, finally, her analysis done. “I win,” she said easily. “I’m Kaylee Shevel, new face. I don’t think you would’ve tried to scare me. You’re dressed like a gentleman. Anyways, I’m unscareable,” Kaylee added confidently, sticking the cigarette in her mouth, and extending her free hand towards him.
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Following rules of proper party etiquette, Kaylee was bored out of her mind. You couldn’t have party after party after party, Skye had reasoned with her once before, and she had agreed. It would take all the excitement of an extravagant party out of it, and then all you’d be left with is a dull routine. Still, parties where were Kaylee felt the most intune with everything, and in the quiet of every day, she had to stop herself from eyerolling non stop like Kiki. She’d snagged a package of Skye’s smelly french cigarettes, and deciding that they smoked basically the same, besides the smell. Kaylee had dressed casually for the day, a pair of cut off shorts and an old t-shirt with it’s sleeves cut out being her choice summer outfit. She pulled herself off her dorm room bed, and walked out of her room, closing her door behind her. She made her way out of the dorm slowly, reading the names on the dorms, and making a mental note to find and talk to the new girl’s who’s names she spotted.
She went through the doors, and strolled along the pathways, taking out and lighting one of the stolen cigarette’s, casually puffing as she took in the warm sun of the day. Kaylee had almost reached the courtyard, her usual smoking spot, when she heard footsteps behind her. On a whim, she whirled around, a grin plastered on her face. “Boo.”
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I haven’t got quite over coming here and leaving all my dreams to come here, and I shouldn’t of called anyone rude names or physically harm people. Kiki I apologize for calling you a whore, I hope you can forgive me at least. and Kaylee sorry for the names I have called you. I hope this can all blow over.
Kaylee is pondering forgiveness.
Following rules of proper party etiquette, Kaylee was bored out of her mind. You couldn’t have party after party after party, Skye had reasoned with her once before, and she had agreed. It would take all the excitement of an extravagant party out of it, and then all you’d be left with is a dull routine. Still, parties where were Kaylee felt the most intune with everything, and in the quiet of every day, she had to stop herself from eyerolling non stop like Kiki. She’d snagged a package of Skye’s smelly french cigarettes, and deciding that they smoked basically the same, besides the smell. Kaylee had dressed casually for the day, a pair of cut off shorts and an old t-shirt with it’s sleeves cut out being her choice summer outfit. She pulled herself off her dorm room bed, and walked out of her room, closing her door behind her. She made her way out of the dorm slowly, reading the names on the dorms, and making a mental note to find and talk to the new girl’s who’s names she spotted.
She went through the doors, and strolled along the pathways, taking out and lighting one of the stolen cigarette’s, casually puffing as she took in the warm sun of the day. Kaylee had almost reached the courtyard, her usual smoking spot, when she heard footsteps behind her. On a whim, she whirled around, a grin plastered on her face. “Boo.”
My name is Ariana Osgood, I am eighteen years old - I am from New York City and I am part of Billings house. Is there anything else you would like to know?
I’m Kaylee Shevel. I’m seventeen, from mostly Manhattan. Bradwell is my dorm, and I run that shit. Sort of.
