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[jeremiah daniel cournes]

Great. Cold day. Those were fun. Who didn't love freezing their ass off because they were smart enough to forget a jacket? Well, Jeremiah was one of those people. Here he was, thumbs looped around the suspenders he had on, shivering slightly because he forgot his jacket in the dorm. He was pretty lazy dude though, so he decided to just leave it there. Jeremiah didn't feel like traveling all they way back into the building, then back into his room to shuffle through his duffel bag for a jacket to put on, then be to tempted to sleep to come back down to the courtyard. So Jeremiah decided being cold was a better way to approach things and keep it all nice and simple.

Jeremiah looked down at his thumbs, and a curious smirk spread across his face as he pulled the suspenders out. He quickly moved his hands and let the bands come back and smack him hard in the chest. Letting out a cough he laughed at himself. "Well, now that I know it hurts I wont do that anymore." Jeremiah thought to himself. He lifted his burgundy Aerpostle hat and ran his hand through his hair, placing the hat back down on his head. He was bored if you could tell, and he really wasn't sure what to do today. He had already but on one of the most awesome but ridiculous outfits he had. Black suspenders, a burgundy hat, a shirt that said Sushi Lover on it, Hollister jeans and then some skate shoes. They were womens, but he liked how they were all colorful and what not.

Jeremiah hummed a song to himself, not exactly sure what it was; but almost positive it was from the band Bowling For Soup. The boy definitely had a slight obsession with the band. Jeremiah sighed out of boredom and saw a bench in near distance, deciding that taking a seat would beat just walking around like a mindless zombie. Even though, being a zombie would probably be fun. You get to rawer and no one expects you to do any homework or be pretty for pictures. You didn't have to worry about what orientation you were or rather or not your father would up and kick it in the middle of now where. But Jeremiah was trying to go a day without worrying about all that jazz, so he shook his head and began to hum a little louder.

Soon he managed to reach the bench and sit down on it. He looked up at the sky and wondered if the clouds would clear away or if it was going to remain cloudy. Even though today was suppose to be dreary and inside weather, Jeremiah found it calming. Jeremiah pushed all the feelings that were starting to bubble up again, back down into hiding. He didn't want to think about his dad, or anything that could fall under the problem category today. He would let those demons rest till he was ready to call an exorcist..if he ever needed one that is. What was life without a couple of good secrets, eh?

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[`rosalie may markham]

{ rose may markham !

Why was it that on the days that Rose had decided not to do her homework indoors that the weather always sucked? It seemed that no matter what day it was, or what homework was to be done, when she did it indoors it was always beautiful outside. The sun was shining, the grass was green, the wind was still. However, now that she had decided to finally venture into the outdoors with schoolbooks in hand, the weather seemed to have turned for the worst. Her papers were flying all over the place when the wind gusted. Rose frowned as she held all of her papers down onto her book. The edges refused to stay still, and fluttered constantly.

Rose sighed, and closed her book. Perhaps it was time for a relocation. But... she liked it when the weather was like this. For some reason, it was... peaceful, almost? To know that it wasn't always sunshine and lollipops. Rose liked the fact that she had remembered to dress for the weather, too. Well, it's not that she had remembered. After finishing her latest photoshoot for the company she works for's latest line, the designer told her to keep the clothes. He said that she needed to "spice up her outfit". Rose had argued as best as she could - she didn't like taking things for free - but he had insisted.

So here she sat, wearing an outfit that she wouldn't have worn before she began modeling. She had on a pair of dark skinny jeans (which she loved how they looked on her legs), matched with a blue sweater. She had covered that with a plaid overcoat, that covered her figure nicely and kept her body warm. A pair of grey boots warmed her feet. That was one of the things that she loved about cold weather - the fact that she could wear warm boots. Her feet were never cold. The jewellery that she wore was a bare-minumum: silver studs in her ears, and a few silver bangles hooped around her wrists. They shook whenever she moved, and she liked the sound: it was like ringing a bell.

More and more peopel walked by, and Rosalie's hair flew about in the wind. Her hair was flying on the wings of love. She took a tuft and tucked it behind her ear, peering at her books again. She was tempted to go and talk to the people around her, but she was far too shy to strike up a conversatoin with anyone - especially a stranger. The thought scared her, to go and talk to someone - a complete stranger, unprepared, just basically waiting for judgement, possibly for rejection. She wasn't sure that she could handle that - not yet, anyways. Picking up her books and putting them beside herself, Rose leaned back in her seat, just looking forwards.

Just sitting there, time seemed to slip away from Rose. Before she even realized what was happening, someone had come and sat beside her on the bench. When she finally noticed him, though, she was a little suprised. How had she not noticed someone waltz right up towards her and sit beside her? Well, because she was a space cadet. She had gone into her own little world, and now that she had noticed an intruder, she couldn't even work up the courage to say anything. She was overrules with shyness.

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[jeremiah daniel cournes]

Jeremiah continued to hum the sung, absentmindedly sitting beside the girl on the bench. He leaned down to pull his pants over the tongue of his shoes; being seeing the tongue stick out always annoyed him. He sat back up and realized he had sat beside someone. Not wanting to be rude, and not wanting to move, he smiled. "I'm sorry, was this seat taken?" Jeremiah asked, glad that he hadn't sat close to the girl. That would have been extremely awkward and hard to explain. The boy wasn't shy, that definitely wasn't a word that anyone in their right mind would use to explain him, but he didn't want to be rude to anyone either. If she wanted to be a lone, or if she was expecting someone, Jeremiah would happily move.

The girl didn't seem like she was waiting on anyone, so Jeremiah figured it would be the best time to introduce himself. He didn't want to go talk to someone else; because he had this weird thing where one person would catch his attention and they had it till he was bored again. "I'm Jeremiah Cournes." Jeremiah, smiling, stuck his hand out to shake hers. He wasn't sure if they shook hands around here or anything like that, but he always did in Michigan. Jeremiah hoped he wasn't a complete fool for doing this; but he would bounce back if he was. It took a lot more then one embarrassing moment to keep Jeremiah from being his normal, talkative, social self. It would be almost impossible to have the boy quiet, unless around his father.

With a slight mental shake of his head to get away the slightest thought of his father, he made sure that the smile he had, hadn't faded away while he was thinking. He would hate to look like some weirdo; so he made the happy look come to his face that he had practiced so much. He could pretty much fool anyone now that he was really happy, no matter what other feeling he was actually feeling. Not everyone was so easily fooled though, so all Jeremiah could do was hope this girl was. The last thing he wanted was to be known as "That mopey guy from the courtyard.", how bad would that suck? Especially since he wanted to make friends here. It would also suck not too. Boy, a lot of wrong turns and you would get one sucky out come..

Jeremiah felt the wind blow once more and he saw the papers she was trying to hold down ruffle in the wind. Jeremiah didn't even know he had said anything till he realized he had just said one of the retarded things he could possibly say ever. Like a "Thank you captain obvious" kind of thing. "You know, today probably isn't the best day to do homework outside." Jeremiah raised an eyebrow and smirked, trying to make it seem more like a playful statement. He also changed the tone of his voice in mid-sentence, that way it helped his "playful" scheme. Jeremiah had to mentally laugh at himself, he should really put a muzzle on from time to time.

[`rosalie may markham]

{ rose may markham !

Well, at least the boy wasn't frightening to look at, which most of the people in this school were - they either had freakis appearances or strutted around with death-stares. Thinking about the other students in her school, Rosalie tapped her right foot gently against the ground to a tune that was stuck in her head. It was called 'Final Day' by Tokio Hotel. Sure, it wasn't exactly her kind of music, but she had heard the song on the radio earlier this morning and it was stuck in her head. And, tapping her foot in a certain rhythm helped her forget her shyness - or at least try. She was glad when the boy noticed her, so that she wasn't going to have to say anything.

"Umm, no, it's free. Well, not now that you're sitting there, but.. I wasn't expecting anyone..." Rosalie was sure that it was obvious to whomever she was sitting beside that when she was nervous, she got talkative. Not even on purpose - she just started babbling, and couldn't stop. But when she managed to control her mouth, Rose gave a nervous smile to the newcomer. "Umm, sorry. I babble when I'm nervous. Not that I have a reason to be nervous, umm... sorry, I'm doing it again." Rose gave another quick smile, and a piece of her hair blew around her in the wind again. She restrained it by tucking it behind her ear.

When the boy introduced himself, Rosalie could already sense the formality in his voice. She was, admittedly, a bit suprised when he offered her his hand to shake - not many people around here did that. But she accepted it, and gave his hand a light shake with her own hand. Her bracelets jangled lightly when she moved her hand. "I'm Rosalia Markham.... but you can call me Rose if you want, everyone does. It's nice to meet you... Jeremiah." Rose withdrew her hand and smiled, putting it back onto her books to keep the paper in place. She didn't want to have to chase after them.

For a few minutes, everything was silent. The boy said nothing -- Rosalie didn't know why, but she wasn't pressing the issue. She was just keeping her papers in place (why she didn't close her book no one could understand). Rose also noticed a slightly sad, pained expression on his face for a few moments, but he replaced it swiftly with a happy, normal one. Huh. That was peculiar. At his comment, Rosalie laughed and then looked at her books, slightly embarrased "Haha, um, yeah. I thought that it was supposed to be nice outside today."

Unfortunately, one of Rosalie's papers flew loose from her binder, flying off into the distance. A worried expression creased Rose's face as she closed her binder and jumped up, fast. She put her binder back and with a quick "Oh, no.." she was off, chasing the paper wildly. But it was no match for her -- she wasn't tall enough to reach the paper, and when it landed she couldn't get within five feet of the paper before it flew away. She didn't get too far, though - the paper seemed to go in circles, taunting her...

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[jeremiah daniel cournes]

Jeremiah laughed softly when she began to rambling about the seat. He wondered why the girl was so nervous. "Not everyone is social, dude." Jeremiah reminded himself. He was beginning to wonder if it was healthy thinking to himself, or if it was only talking to your self that showed signs of schizophrenia. Jeremiah mentally slapped himself for getting unfocused again. Jeremiah seriously had a problem with staying on topic when it came to some things. She began to apologize for rambling, and rambled again. Jeremiah smiled once more as she apologized and stopped. "No problem. We all have our little things. Like, I will question someone for hours if I'm nervous." Jeremiah said, bending the truth a bit.

Truth was, Jeremiah just questioned people when he was bored. Hell, he didn't even have to be bored. He just liked to ask people questions. It was one very efficient way to get to know someone. It was also a way to annoy the bloody hell out of someone. Especially when you asked pointless questions, over and over again. Jeremiah growled at himself in his mind, realizing that he was getting off topic again. She looked a bit surprise that he was going to shake her hand, but Jeremiah knew it was better to just grin and bear a mistake then draw your hand back fast. Fast movements lead to more embarrassing actions; which meant in the end a bigger looser. This, was nothing compared to what could happen.

The girl introduced herself and Jeremiah nodded, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Rose. You can call me whatever you want. Nicknames are always fun." Jeremiah was glad the girl wasn't as quiet as other people he had talked too before in his life. There was on one person who almost never spoke; and it really annoyed him. Of course, light speakers like Rose, didn't really annoy him that bad. They were like a giant mystery that Jeremiah set out to figure out. But the ones that never talked were like those video games that you could never understand, because they never gave any hint of want to be figured out. If that makes any sense to you, Jeremiah is a weird thinker.

Jeremiah gave a slight laugh and nod when she said that she thought it was suppose to be nice outside. He brought a hand to motion at his choice of clothing today. "Obviously I thought the same. Then I was just too lazy to get a jacket." Jeremiah said with a chuckle. Jeremiah watched as one of Rose's papers flew loose from her binder. Jeremiah watched the girl chase after it, running in circles trying to get it. Jeremiah shook his head and bent down, grabbing a pretty heave rock. He dusted it off and wiped it off on his jeans, making sure there was no dirt or mud on it. He placed it onto of her other books and papers and then stood up and walked over to the girl running in circles.

Jeremiah watched the pattern that the paper was flying around, then stretched up on his toes and snatched it from the air. He smirked as he lowered back down on his feet and handed the paper to the girl. "There are some advantages to being tallish." Jeremiah said. "I wonder if Tallish is a word." Jeremiah thought to himself.

[`rosalie may markham]

{ rose may markham !

When Jeremiah seemed to be reasonably okay with her rambling, Rose was quite relieved. Some people absolutely hated the fact that when she was nervous she talked a lot - well, at least she wasn't one of those people who just talked a lot all the time just because they could. This calmed Rose a bit, and she was sure that she could stop rambling... okay, so it would be a bit harder to stop completely, but she could take it down a notch. She would have to know this boy very, very well to just forget pretty much her entire last year of social enclosement and babbling.

"Question someone for hours? You must get to know them very well." Rose smiled, as she scratched her right leg with her left foot. Or, her left boot, if you will. The itch didn't dissapate with this action, though - it did nothing. Sighing and just deciding that she would itch her leg later, in private where it wouldn't cause so much embarrassment, Rose put her attention back to Jeremiah. He seemed to be trying to make her feel more nervous - which honestly made her even more nervous, oddly enough. When someone noticed her shyness was when she felt her shyness at it's peak. It was something that she didn't really understand, but she never really thought much about it.

At the mention of nicknames, Rose smiled. She absolutely loved giving people nicknames, and calling them nicknames. Her only problem with the process was the actual thought of thinking of a nickname. There were so many different things that you could think about when considering a nickname. You could base one off of the persons original name - for instance, Jeremiah could become Jer. She could base it off of a personality trait, so she could call him Curious. Lastly, she could base his nickname off of a physical trait... so she could call him Tally, or... Lamp post. Yeah. Those are tall.

Laughing at his no jacket comment, Rose was glad that she had hers on. It was soft on the inside, and it was perfect for a day like this. It only helped that the jacket was plaid, as Rose loved that pattern. She found that it was only really popular on tomboys, but lately the style was booming and she was glad. Before, when she wanted something to be in a certain design she had to make it herself. Nowadays she could go out and buy pretty much anything - but she did make a lot of her clothes as she liked this best. When Rose's paper flew away, all of her thoughts were rushed away as she sprung up to chase after the small lined paper, filled with notes.

After fruitlessly chasing after the once-tree piece of paper, Rose was terribly glad when Jeremiah reached over and helped her - still a little embarrased, but that was to be expected when it came to Rosalie. "Tallish? Not the word that I woul have used, but thanks." Rose took the paper and smiled, going back to the bench where she put it in her notebook and closed it. There, now she wouldn't have any more problems from that. She was now sure that she had to come up with a nickname that attributed his height. She just had to think...

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[jeremiah daniel cournes]

Jeremiah gave another small chuckle when she commented about his questioning for hours. "I try. People are interesting. Especially the ones that talk a lot. It's like their trying to hide something, ya know? Quiet people are the ones you have to watch for. They listen to all the conversations and get more dirt on people then a gossip column." Jeremiah said, playfully. He had known quiet a few quiet kids that knew more things about the popular kids, then the popular kids friends did. "If you talk to much, you miss what someone has to say; thus, you learn less about that person." Jeremiah said, wondering why he all of a sudden sounded like one of those stupid success books.

Rose seemed to like the idea of giving him a nickname, which Jeremiah thought was cool. He hadn't actually met someone that liked giving nicknames..unless they were the bad kind. But either way, he was used to nicknames. The only one that really seem to stick was Corn, and he didn't mind that one. Cornflake hadn't seem to follow him from his old school, thankfully. It wasn't really that bad since his friends had called him it, but when it first started; it was hell. Oh well, you live and learn, right? Jeremiah would have to think up a nickname for Rose. Because nicknaming people was kinda fun, especially when you didn't have anything else to do. Yeah, Jeremiah got bored easily.

Jeremiah raised and eyebrow and smirked at her comment about Tallish. "Well, it helps to be tall when you're a model. You get more gigs when you're at least close to the height of the chick your posing with." Jeremiah said with a laugh, walking behind after her a few seconds later. He sat back down on the spot her had recently left, aka, on the bench. Jeremiah looked around the courtyard. For a cloudy, cold day, it was pretty outside. Jeremiah wondered if it would get warmer today, or if he was doomed to walk around the rest of the day cold and without a jacket. Or he could just go get one later. Who knows what Jeremiah would end up doing with the rest of his day. After he was done talking to Rose, there was a chance he would go crash in the dorm for a few hours.

Jeremiah crossed his legs Indian style and scooted closer to the edge, then turned to face Rose. She looked familiar, like he had seen her before. He doubt he had ever talked to her, because he tended to remember who he had talked too, but he had definitely seen her somewhere. As for where, Jeremiah wasn't sure. He looked down at his feet, trying to think of where it would have been possible. "You look vaguely familiar." Jeremiah said, smiling and looking up. "I shouldn't guess I've seen you at a party..?" Jeremiah asked, tilting his head to the side for a moment. He was almost positive she wouldn't be someone who partied. But Jeremiah had seen stranger party-go-ers.

Jeremiah was about to let it go when it came to him where he had seen her before. "Modeling!..I mean, are you in first year modeling too?" Jeremiah said, smirking slightly at his slight outburst. He was just glad to have finally remembered. It would have bugged him till he had. Jeremiah hated forgetting peoples faces, or forgetting people at all. He wasn't sure why. Jeremiah just didn't like it. Especially when someone remembered him, and he didn't remember them. Talk about awkward situations.