The thing about new places...

[Zachary Williams]

Zach closed his eyes for a moment, breathing through his nose and smelling every-
thing around him: the trees, the grass... People. What was he doing here? He tried
to calm his nerves down. He absolutely hated new places - he always ended up look-
ing like a total dork, because he couldn't find head or tail in new places. He opened
his eyes and continued starring at the map in what seemed like forever. Where was
he? The quad, he knew that. Where was he going? Okay, maybe he would have to
find out where he was going, before he could continue his hunt for wherever he had
to put his suticases. He ran a hand through his recently cut hair, for the occasion,
before letting it rest in the pocket of his sandcolored dickies. As always, his pants
were hanging about halfway down his butt, showing off his white Calvin Clein-under-
wear, half hidden by his white shirt. He scraped the concrete with the heel of his per-
fectly white Nike Air Force Ones, before taking yet another look around, searching
for anyone who could possibly help him. There were a lot of people around, but no-
body seemed to want to help him, though a lot of girls were watching him for a dis-
tance, taking his looks in. He was handsome and he knew it, but he would've traded
it away for some help. He scratched the back of his neck, almost dropping the use-
less map doing it. A few girls giggled as they passed him, whispering about how they
should show him their dorms.
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[autumn mika longley]

Mika knows a lot of stoners. She being one of the biggest ones around naturally had a lot of people she could enjoy a nice joint or fat blunt with. But at the moment it seemed Mika was all alone in her quest to get high, granted that she hadn't actually found someone to smoke a joint with. Though she was trying her best to bring her smoking down to a minimum she still carried around an empty marb red pack filled with joints for whenever she feels the need to indulge. The physics major was discovering it was a lot more complicated to stop then she expected. It wasn't addictive, Mika knew that not addictive properties were actually in weed but after a long day there was nothing she enjoyed more then unwinding with a nice big joint. It just made everything better - made food taste better, made her more creative, made things funnier. It was a happy drug, unlike a lot of the other drugs out there. Since they last spoke Mika didn't seem to think Caine minded that she smoked too much - in all honesty he didn't seem to care at all. She didn't feel as bad lighting up a joint on the Balston campus, the young girl picking a nice spot that was somewhat hidden in the Quad to get her smoke on.

Once her joint was lit however Mika started walking, having a few classes she needed to attend within the next few hours. but first of course she needed to get herself some food. Her messenger bag hung on her shoulder, as she tried to keep her tiny body warm from the chilly air. She wrapped her sweater more tightly around her figure, taking a long hit from her joint as she walked through the crowd, the smoke exiting her mouth and dancing up to the atmosphere. Bright blue eyes followed the many students that passed by her. Mika still felt out of place at Balston, having previously been a Luxford student. But she at lest knew a few people and was completely alone - unlike the boy she spotted with a map in his hands. She stopped walking, watching him curiously for a moment with a small grin on her face. She took another hit from her joint, watching some girls check him out from afar. Mika loved making people feel angry or uncomfortable even if she didn't know them, so she approached him, leaning over in front of him and looking own at the map. her joint hung from her lips her her arm brushed his slightly, brown hair falling in front of her eyes. "Lost love?" she asked, her british accent thick and full as she looked up to him, a smile on her face. She tucked her hair behind her ear before removing the joint from her mouth and holding it down at her side. She may love to smoke weed but that didn't mean everyone else did.

She wasn't the type of person to shove it in other's faces.

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[Zachary Williams]

Zach had pretty much given up, and was about to ask someone random for help,
when the known smell of weed reached his nostrills. He knew the smell from any
other smell in the world, and it almost immediatly made his mouth water. He closed
his eyes, taking the smell in, and therefore didn't see the woman approaching him,
before she spoke. He glanced at her, smelling the weed on her breath. He fought the
urge to close his eyes and enjoy the smell, and instead his eyes searched her
hands for a joint. He hadn't had a joint in three days, because he'd been busy pack-
ing for his stay at Balston. ,, I'll tell you if I can have one," his eyes were almost
glued to the joint in her hand, and he really had to fight the urge to rip it out of her
hand, and just take the whole thing. ,, Or at least one hit..." He then said, as
he had to swallow hard. His mouth was filled with the spit just like when you walked
into a bakery with your stomach aching from starvation. He loved weed, and he knew
exactly how much it would help him calm down, so for a moment he couldn't think of
anything else... That was before he discovered, that he would have to be a little nicer
than that. ,, I'll pay you back, don't worry. " His handsome face went from despe-
rate to one of his breathtaking smiles. His blue eyes ran over her face a few times,
taking her in. She wasn't really his prefered type - well, anyone was his type, really -
but she was beautiful and she had weed... Definetly someone he could see himself
hanging out with. Before he could think more, he found himself lost in the incredible
smell of her joint. He couldn't help it - he needed it to calm down, and let everything
fall into place.
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[autumn mika longley]

To be honest it wasn't often Mika found herself throwing weed in someones face. She was generally very secretive an respectful around others when she found herself fancying some mary jane, but today was a bit different. With the crisp air the heavy stench of weed generally didn't linger too long, and from a distance people really couldn't really tell if she was smoking weed or a cigarette, so it worked for her. But with this stranger Mika kind of flaunted it in front of his face, which she regretted shortly after. It was completely out of her character and she felt bad. What if he was Straight edge? Then not only would she have insulted the boy but probably would have gotten herself arrested for possession or something stupid like that. However his response was favorable, Mika glancing to him with a small grin on her face while he inquired about the weed. She watched his beautiful eyes glued to her joint, Mika wiggling a bit at the thought of finding a new potential friend and smoking partner. She was standing close to him, Mika putting the joint to her lips and taking another hit, almost in a teasing manner. She tilted her head back and blew the smoke up before returning her gaze back to him. "What don't you tell me your name first dear," she quirked, a smile playing at her lips.

The boy standing in front of her was a stranger, and though weed was a social drug she wasn't about to give it away to someone who she didn't even have a proper name of. However she understood his plight - he looked new and probably didn't even know where to find any let alone have smoked within the past few days. Mika understood his troubles, having been there many times before. The englishwoman watched him for a moment before playing the joint to her lips and letting it hang there, she looking down and digging into her messenger bag. She pulled out the pack of cigarettes shortly after, opening it up and taking out one of her pre-rolled joints and handed it to the stranger. "Autumn Mika Longley, but please call me Mika," she introduced, the joint moving up and down with every word she spoked. She smiled and watched him take the joint, Mika placing the cigarette pack back in her messenger bag. She reached into her bag and pulled out a lighter and lit it, holding the flame near the end of his joint so he can light it up. "I'm guessing you're new here, yeah?" she questioned, her bright blue eyes looking around the quad. A few of the females were watching the two with piercing eyes, some with envy and some with curiosity. She hated being judged by others, but it seemed it was an impossible thing to avoid. Her eyes darted back to the Zach, Mika pushing her brown bangs from her sky blue eyes.

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[Zachary Williams]

Zach watched the girl impatiently, not wanting to waste time near her, if she wasn't
going to help him or give him at least one hit - he'd rather find somebody else then.
When she spoke again, he detected the thick british accent in both her words and
her tone. He frowned almost invisibly at her. He'd always thought the british accent
was rather annoying, and their pronouncation had given him trouble before due to his
lack of language-talent. Why would she have to be the first one to come talk to him?
He'd just make and even bigger fool of himself, if he couldn't figure out half of what
she was saying. He raised one eyebrow in a rather annoyed way, not feeling very
comfortable with her small nicknames, even though he was used to those kind of
"cute names". He didn't reply at first, he just gazed impatiently at her, waiting for her
to either give it to him, or tell him she wouldn't. ,, I'm Zach." He answered, after
she'd told him her name, but he didn't really care to tell her his last name. It wasn't
that important anyways. Autumn - he'd had sex with a girl named Autumn once, he
remembered, as pictures from the memory flashed before his eyes... Good thing that
wouldn't last forever, as long as he'd just call her Mika - like she asked. Perfect. When
she finally reached into her bag and gave him a joint, he eagerly snatched it from the
cigarette pack. He could tell it was a joint from far away, as a long-time smoker him-
self. He placed it between his lips, and bent over a little bit, so she could light it for
him. He closed his eyes in relief as the smoke filled his lungs, making his entire
body and mind relax. Oh God, he'd missed it. He couldn't believe he'd gone for so
long without smoking it. Two days rarely went by without him feeling the urge to leave
his home to go to a friend's house to either party and smoke, or smoke and party...
He was incredibly happy with the way his life were, before he was sent here; he'd
thought he would have to go cold-turkey on Balston, but the girl, Mika, had just saved
his day in more than one way. Now that the joint had affected his entire body, he
finally after almost ten seconds, opened his eyes and watched the ciagerette bounce
when Mika spoke again. He removed the joint from his lips, so he could reply without
mumbling. ,, Yeah." He took another hit, before blowing the smoke out through
his perched lips. ,, And I really needed this." He made a gesture to the joint, by
raising it a few centimeters and thereby drawing attention to it. He ignored the girls
walking past him, comparing him to the apple-brand "Delicious". He bit his lowerlip,
as he watched Mika with a thoughtful look in his charming eyes. ,, Could you help
me figure out where the hell my room is?" He waved the map he was still holding
in one hand, in the wind. He hated asking for help, but he was smart enough to know
when he needed it. ,, I think I read somewhere, that this school's got a no-drugs-
policy?" He then said, one eyebrow raised in a teasing smile that made him look
both cute and maybe a little badboy-ish. What he really wanted to know, was if he
was going to get in trouble for smoking in the middle of the quad, where everyone
could see him. She was doing it, but maybe she was stupid or maybe she just didn't
care... He'd only just met her, so he didn't know.
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[autumn mika longley]

Mika didn't like to think of herself as well known by any means, but the fact of the matter is when you throw a british girl in the middle of California people tend to remember that accent. She hated it when people she didn't remember called to her by name and asked how she was, simply because she felt like an idiot not remembering who they were. She partially blamed it on the weed because it makes you pretty forgetful, but she was a forgetful person in general. Not to mention being a transfer student from Luxford got it's attention from the Balston student population. She had someone put "GO HOME LUXFUX" on her dorm room door one of the first nights she was here. It was an unpleasant surprise but it was something she came to accept. Balston and Luxford were rival schools - hell, Mika still had the Luxford pride at heart. She only came to Balston because she couldn't afford Luxford anymore with Daddy's help. But she would rather die then take anything from him anymore - it was a win / lose situation for the British woman. None the less she was remembered by majority of the population because of her accent. For whatever reason Americans liked the british accents, at lest most of them did. At parties people would sometimes ask her just to say something so they could hear it. You would think she would have lost her accent by now, having been here for so many years but it was still going strong.

After giving Zach the joint Mika finally took the time to examine his appearance. He was definitely one of the more attractive people here, but not really her type. However she wouldn't deny the fact he was a looker, Mika always had an open policy about thoughts and feelings. On that note, she crossed one arm over her chest and took another hit of her joint, arching her eyebrow. "You're turning quite a few heads love, and I'm pretty sure it isn't the joint," she said with a small grin. Mika liked making people feel uncomfortable - saying things that other people wouldn't say and asking the questions that people wouldn't ask. Whether her comments made Zach feel uncomfortable she cared not, it was the fact she had said it at all that mattered. No matter how attractive someone may seem Mika will never act on the lustful thoughts ; she really only had eyes for one person, and even though she and Caine had not actually slept together yet she was ok with that. They were in a good place right now, she wasn't going to fuck it up. Mika shrugged at his some what thank you, knowing he was grateful for the joint. "It was my pleasure. I know what it's like to be tapped dry," she grinned a bit.

"Sure thing, what's the dorm number?" she asked, watching him patiently so she could show him the way. Mika was pretty easy going, and it didn't take much to get her to do things for you. She was just so mellow and easy to get along with. She caught his teasing smile after his next comments, Mika letting out a small laugh. "No one can tell we're smoking weed for one. And two Balston may have a no drug policy but it is almost never enforce it, at lest not for weed. There are a lot more serious drugs people are Overdosing on. I mean there is a Rehab in town. If that doesn't tell you what kind of shit is around here then I don't know what will," she said with a cricked grin, having experience first hand with overdose. She never actually overdosed but Caine has and that was enough.

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[Zachary Williams]

Zach lost his concentration when he took another hit. He held the smoke in for as
long as he could, before finally letting it out between his perfect, red mouth. He bit
his lip, letting his pearlrow of perfect, beautiful white teeth slide into Mikas view. He
was lucky he'd never needed dental work, 'cause his parents probably wouldn't have
been able to afford it anyways. When she commented on all the heads he turned,
just standing there, made him laugh calmly, with an overbearing gleam in his blue
eyes. ,, Wherever I go." He agreed, the laugh still to spot on his voice, though
it was just a smile on his face. He knew the effect he had on women, and it had never
bothered him one bit. He actually enjoyed the female interest and the perks it gave
him. Her words didn't make him uncomfortable at all, he just saw it as yet another
compliment from a beautiful girl - meaning, not a bad thing. He didn't respond to her
words about being low on weed, because he was enjoying yet another hit. When she
asked for his dorm number, confusion changed his face from relaxed to helpless. He
had no idea, what his dorm number was - he had no idea, why his mom had felt com-
fortable leaving him at the gates, when she'd been the one forcing him in here in the
first place. ,, Am I supposed to know that already?" He then asked coolly, trying
to remember if it had been listed somewhere in the papers from the big fat envelope
he'd recieved when he got in. A dorm number didn't jump out from the memories. He
bit his lip, and tilted his head to the side with a curious look in his eyes. Could she
help him with this one too? ,, I'm so screwed." He laughed, shaking his head in
disbelief - this kind of stuff always happened to him. When she laughed too, over his
comments about the drugpolicy, his blue eyes rested on her lips, enjoying the sound
of her laugh. Some laughs were just plain weird or creepy, but most were unique and
soothing. ,, Good to know." He then said, a calm grin on his face, but he couldn't
help but notice her choice of words. ,, Does people O.D. a lot around here?"
Were people really stupid enough to O.D. around here? He'd lost a few friends that
way, but at least they were happy untill their heart stopped beating. It wasn't a
beautiful or honorfull way to die, so he didn't want it for anyone... An old german
movie he'd once seen in health class popped to his mind; Wir kinder vom Bahnhoff
Zoo. It'd been used as a way to make sure the students wouldn't start doing drugs.
He hated that movie, and it always made him nausious to think about it. He pushed
the thought away, not wanting to be sad or borring on his first day.
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[autumn mika longley]

Mika Longley was pretty good at judging peoples personalities from only a few exchanged words. She didn't judge them on the things they said or the way they handled themselves, rather took an insight on different personality traits. Mika hated being judged, why would she judge others? His Wherever I go comment told Mika quite a lot about his personality. He was some what full of himself and probably liked the ladies. He didn't seem too upset with the fact he always turns heads, which meant he liked the attention. Mika grinned a bit catching this part of his personality so quickly. He was attractive, but in her opinion Caine was much more of a looker. "Bit of an ego on ya? Can't say I know the feeling. Not many people even notice I'm here," she said with a devilish grin, taking another hit of her joint, which was just about done. She was feeling pretty nice at the moment, her bright blue eyes definitely a give away of her now stoned person. She laughed a bit at his next comments "Luckily for you I know the ins and outs of this place. C'mon, we can go to housing and find out the number and building," she said, gesturing for him to follow as she started to lead the way across the quad.

Putting out her joint that was now extremely small, Mika tossed it into the grass and wrapped her sweater around herself, arms staying crossed on her chest. She was cold, but then again she was always cold. The topic of O.D was a bit of a touchy one for Mika, simply because she has an interested party. "Unfortunately yes. I personally could never overdose because I wouldn't let myself take that much .. but it's easy to say coming from someone who isn't an addict," she shrugged, her min racing to Caine with every word she spoke. She knew Caine was a smart man, just an addict - well, a recovering one - and his overdoses were by accident. "You always think you can take a little more and you'll be fine but it really doesn't take that much. I know someone who has overdosed twice. He's fine now but it's an unfortunate truth about outlier," she shook her head a bit, laughing with each comment made. "Outlier, the town with rival colleges, broken hearts and over doses. Got to love it," she grinned a bit.

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[Zachary Williams]

Zach laughed, when she commented on his confidence. He was confident, but he
also played the role a little more out, because he enjoyed the way people laughed
and rolled their eyes at his comments. ,, Why wouldn't I?" He said, a grin still
visible on his face. He took one last hit of his joint, that was pretty much a done deal,
before putting it out on the concrete below his feet. ,, You seem quite noticable,
just walking around giving joints to strangers like that." He winked at her
to make it obvious that he was only teasing, not looking to hurt her or get in trouble.
He wasn't really a hostile guy, and the joint had just helped him loosen up even more.
He didn't give her any compliments since it didn't seem right at the moment. Not that
he didn't find her attractive. When she told him they could go to the housing-office, he
grabbed his suitcase and followed her across the somewhat sun-heated concrete.
He noticed she seemed cold, but he didn't really react to it; first of all he didn't have
a jacket he could offer her, and second, they would probably walk into a building
soon. He wasn't cold himself, but just generally felt very happy. ,, Mhm." He
mumbled, not wanting to stir up her feelings or bad memories, since it seemed like
a touchy subject. When she listed the "main topics" of Outlier, he couldn't help but
laugh - not only because of the way she said it, but because of the look on her face.
,, Can't wait to get settled." He agreed, rolling his eyes as he tried not to laugh.
It didn't work out. His eyes searched the crowd looking for possible new classmates,
roommates and of course girls his type... Well, girls in general. His suitcase did at-
tract more attention than he, himself alone would have, but that only made it easier
to see peoples faces, so he didn't really care.
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