•Class isn't in Session•

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

The snow fell in big fluff so big and fat it was almost like a wall, or snowglobe. It was breathetaking, stunning and inpirational. Too bad she was in a rush and at this point would barely make it to his only class of the day on time! Quickly, Cal pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a quick picture of the view. With that he could sketch out a design or two and go from there. Maybe if he liked it enough, or Ayden did, he'd make it. He smiled at the thought as he rushed through the city streets remembered when they were sixteen and Caleb was creating these ready to wear designs out of his basement without his parents knowledge and selling them or giving them away to his friends. One night when it had been just him and Ayden in the basement. He was working on a design in front of the sewing machine, and she was sprawled on the couch with both the TV and the radio on in the background as she did her homework. They'd been joking around about when he became rich and famous if she could still get clothes for free or if she'd have to pay then and he'd told her some cheesy line. He remembered the exact words because he almost regretted them as soon as they were out of his mouth. He'd said 'stick with me and you could have it all'. It was bad but she seemed to find it funny so it worked out anyway.

Caleb stopped at a little coffee cart on campus and grabbed himself the biggest cup of coffee with two sugars and a creamer and snagged a couple of chocolate chip cookies. He wouldn't buy miffins from the carts unless Ayden was with him. That way he could talk her into eating the bottom half since he didn't eat them. It was odd, even to him it was a weird thing to do but ever since he was a small boy, he only ever ate the tops. He'd tear the tops off and put the bottoms back on the plate. There was nothing wrong with them, he just didn't eat them so it would be a waste to buy a muffin when he wouldn't eat it all. No, the cookies were enough to hold him over until his class was over and he went home to eat dinner. It wasn't his turn to cook but he was craving stir-fry so he might stop off at a store realq uick and pick up the things he knew they were out of after class. Reseolved, cal payed for his coffee and treats and continued to his department. It was supposed to be a lecture but more often than not the professor had stories to tell so two and a half of the three hour class was spent on those. It was a much better class than the theory was. He was interested int eh past,t he different styles, fabrics and designs but he didn't need that particular teacher takling about it. She droned on and on and sounded like the teacher from the old Charlie Brown shows!

Caleb shook his heas as he tookt he steps two at a time. He slipped the paper bag the cookies were in in his pocket and opened the hefty door to step inside. Once the door was closed behind him, he pulled his hat from his head and shook it free of the melting snow. His scart was next, followed by his gloves and when those were snow free, he made his way down the hall. His class was on the second floor and a quick glance at a clock in the hall told him he was gold. He'd have plenty of time to grab a seat and eat at least one of those cookies before the professor would come in. He walked downt eh hall towards the stairwell and up the two flights to his floor and opened the door. This floor was busy with students leaving their classrooms and others trying to get to their's on time. He loved the hustle and bustle of New York and the school as well. So many people and so much to see and do. He'd been in the big apple for almost four years and he was still amazed with it all.

Chuckling to himself, he should out 'hey's' and 'what's new's' to his friends and classmates as he passed them to get to his class. Inside the classroom, Caleb took a minute minute to check out hte available seats and decided on one at the end about six up. He unbuttoned his jacket, slipped it off and set it ont he bac of his chair. He sat down himself, pulled the cookies from his coat pocket and took a big bite out of cookie number one. With luck, he'd hav enough time to eat both, but if not, he'd sneak it during class. He'd managed to finish the first just as a teacher came in. She wasn't his teacher and her news wasn't what he wanted to hear either. Apparently his professor had some sort of family emergency and had cancelled all his late classes on short notice. Caleb dropped his head onto his hands and closed his dark eyes.

He now had three hours to waste because they weren't able to find another professor at short notice to take over the class. It was a good thing he hadn't taken his things out of his bag or he'd be seriously unimpressed. When the woman left, Cal stood up, slipped into his coat and left the classroom. He made it halfway down the stairs when he slipped on a wet spot and landed rather harshly on his backside. Uncensored, Cal let a few choice words slip as he just sat there. He looked up the stairs and down, searching for anyone, but thankfully as far as he could see, there had been no one to see his epic failure. He sat there with his head in his hands, trying not to laugh at the stupidity of what he'd just done.

_{•TAG• Open
•WORDS• 1063
•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
•NOTES• <3 <3 <3}[/SIZE]

[Ember Thistle Grant]

The wasted morning in the library had done nothing for the already foul mood that consumed the statuesque blonde who now walked the hallways of the vast college with a vengeance for the professor who had changed the topic of her research paper only after Ember had done all of the necessary studying for it. Her fuse has burnt out already and something was needed to calm her down before she grabbed some poor, unsuspecting freshman and bundled him into a locker - old school style - like some thug bully in tenth grade.

One thing did just that though and just in time too. It was the vibrating signal of a voicemail left by her older brother. “Hey Emmy, look we don’t need you at the office today. Dad’s only looking over the accounts with me; the Tokyo deal’s been pushed back to next week. There’s some new prototypes down at the range that need testing if you feel the need to blow off some steam after spending all night in the library. I’ll see you at home, love ya sis.”
Ember contemplated the possibility that Andrew possessed psychic abilities for a split second before rejecting the absurd thought with a shake of her golden hair. Andrew just knew her too well by now, and after finding her and Xander buried under a mountain of paper, journal articles and books, it only made sense that the last thing she’d want to do today would be to sit at a desk, buried under the same things but this time negotiating business deals on top of it all in an office that was too warm, even for the bitter December that fell upon the city.

“Blowing off steam” was a good idea though and with Andrew and her father handling things over at Grant Corporation there was an unmissable opportunity for the fiery Ember to do something she’d been unable to do for a long time thanks to her over-caring brother and constantly worried father. She knew that they only had her best interests and safety in mind, but the young woman needed her freedom and something to remind her how amazing life could feel when she wasn’t trying to block out the truth that surrounded her. She wasn’t invincible, hell she was far from it, but it was still nice to pretend sometimes.
Quickly, she made her way outside to the spot where her bike was parked, throwing an icy glare at the grungy looking guy leaning a little too close to it for her liking. She pulled a bundle of clothes from the luggage box and ignored the questions of intrigued that the guy aimed towards her. She was in no mood to be chatted up and even less of a mood to make polite conversation. Ember briskly walked back inside and detoured to the second floor where her professor’s office was. He didn’t answer when she knocked so, in neat handwriting that looked too tidy for the chaotic character, she wrote a little note requesting that he email her the reason for changing her project topic after he knew she had begun work on it. The tone showed how unimpressed she was with the situation but still sounded calm enough to warrant a response from him when he found it pinned to his door with a blue push pin. Then she moved to the toilets just a few doors down to change her outfit.

It wasn’t long before she emerged, clad almost entirely in black leather, aside from the plain white t-shirt she wore beneath her favourite leather jacket. Usually, Ember didn’t bother adopting the ‘traditional’ biker look when she rode her beauty of a bike through the city, but today Ember intended to burn some serious rubber and looking the role was part of the fun.

She turned the corner to the stairwell at a brisk speed, deciding silently that after her ride she’d take Andrew up on the offer and kill some time testing the newly modified weapons down at the gun range.
However, the twenty-one year old was too lost in her own thoughts as she descended the stairs that she didn’t see the guy sitting there until her knees bashed into the back of him and her high heels threatened to teeter her over the top of him and down the rest of the steps. She managed to regain her balance after a comical stumble, but the damage to her bubbling anger was already done.
Where most people may have helped the guy back to his feet, Ember didn’t. Instead she reeled around, blue eyes burning with unnecessary rage as she glared down at him. “What the hell are you trying to do?!”

[/color]The toe of her boot came into contact with his chest; not enough to really hurt, but enough to knock him backwards, just a little.
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TAGGED! Caleb <3
WORDS! 854
OUTFIT! Never Look Back
LYRICS! Obvious- - - Hey Monday
NOTES! I apologise, but my feisty blonde hasn’t had a chance to be feisty yet xD <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Caleb was just as shocked as any in his class that it was cancelled. This was probably the only professor he’d had since starting as a freshman that hadn’t cancelled a single class. Cal wasn’t sure if it was because the man loved his job so much, or if it was because home life was just that shitty for him. Cal could speculate until he went was eighty, but he would never know the truth of the matter. Still, he had been looking forward to the lecture and now that it was no longer happening, he hadn’t the foggiest what he was going to do for the next three hours. In the hall, he had decided that he was going to email his professor, requesting the lecture he knew what already typed up in point form to be emailed to him for his notes. Then he was going to go to the bodega down the street from his house and buy some popcorn, and then he’d go home, check what was on Netflix and find something interesting to watch.

That unfortunately, changed a little with his tumble down the stairs; just the time frame, not the acts in themselves. That was still his plan, but now he had to take a few minutes to laugh at his ridiculous situation that he’d managed to get himself into. He was definitely going to have to tell Ayden about this one. She’d be rolling around on the floor with laughter, there might even be tears. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something stupid like this, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. He was just thankful that he hadn’t had any of his supplies with them; that the class was just a lecture and not hands on, or he’d have to go shopping again. And, since he refused to use the cheap materials the school shop sold, he’d have to go down to the factory district, where the good supplies were sold, not to mention the best places to get fabrics, and go on a serious shopping spree. Though, the next time he had to pick up new fabrics, he’d take Ayden with him. She could help him pick out her favourite colours so he could make her something new. He hadn’t done so in a couple months.

Sitting on the steps, he figured, was the perfect time to text her and let her know of the plans for the night. She was at work, he knew but her shift ended half way through his class. So he could be home, cooking something to eat for when she got there. Hmm, he thought rearranging his evening plans. He went to reach for his bag when something hit him in the back. He glanced up with shock written all over his face to see some girl teetering on heels, and stumbling down. He would have gotten up to catch her, but there had been no time to do so. He felt horrible, being the reason this girl was stumbling down the stairs, trying to catch herself, but then the glare in her blue eyes and the smoke practically pouring from her ears stopped him from saying another remotely similar to an apology. He realized he shouldn’t have really been sitting on the steps, but after a trip of his own, he needed to take a minute to regain his balance and composure. She was in front of him now, thanks to the little trip she took, and was leaning over him in what he would have called menacing, but seemed to be just as irritable.

At this point, Cal wasn’t really in the mood for her bad attitude. He wasn’t in the mood for a lot of people’s attitudes on a normal day, let alone a bad one on a less than perfect day. He may have had the patience to rival a saint, but he sure as hell wasn’t one himself. He moved backwards with the motion of her boot in his chest. It didn’t hurt, but it did make him want to laugh. Who was this girl anyway? He ignored her question for a moment, taking it all in. She was tall, blonde hair and blue eyes, very All-American Looks, with an edge thanks to the biker chick vibe. The leather was a nice choice, especially for her. If he could possibly work with leather, he thought he would have made a similar look. Finally, he looked up, into her eyes, forgetting her foot was resting on his chest. “Contemplating the vastness of the universe while sitting in this rather tight stairwell,” he said sarcastically, before shaking his head. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing, exactly? Painting my nails?” He wasn’t normally so well, bitchy, but seriously, it really was an accident; there really was no need to get all crazy on him just because you were having a bad day. His wasn’t going as planned either. Somebody needed Yoga, he thought, shaking his head.

_{•TAG• Ember!
•WORDS• 838
•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
•NOTES• Sorry!}[/SIZE]

[Ember Thistle Grant]

Ember was often walking around the university with a fiery temper bubbling away inside of her, but today was more stressful than anything else for her. She had ran the idea for her project past her professor several times before she sat down and began planning it all out to the very last detail. Part of her business mind did that; planned everything meticulously, refusing to leave room for something to backfire or for something to go wrong. It was one of the first things that her father had taught both her and Andrew when he took them into the company and began to pass his knowledge onto them.

However, the one thing he didn’t pass onto his tall daughter was the calm temperament he was infamous for. Instead, she was more than willing to throw a punch or two and get into a verbal sparring match with a total stranger more often than her family would like her to. Maybe it was growing up on the lower east streets, but she couldn’t be sure if that really was to blame, or whether she was just a feisty girl by nature. She refused to speak to a shrink though or attend anger management, regardless of how much her father sometimes suggested that she did, more for her benefit than anyone else’s.
Ember had her outlets though. She did kickboxing sessions three times a week, hit the gun range with the new prototypes when the need to destroy a target overwhelmed her and she rode the bike that she considered her own child, in some protective ways. So, she had her outlets and it wasn’t like she walked around in such a foul mood all the time or every day. It was just today, and in her opinion, she had a very good reason for it too.

She had been awake all night, working hard and knocking back coffee like it wouldn’t have an effect on her health. Ember wasn’t the type of girl to put all her efforts into one thing for no reason; she didn’t waste time and her father had already decided that she would be the one who’d reject applications for business deals more often than Andrew would, based solely on how she approached every other area of her life. She wasted no time on people who were only fooling around and there was nothing that irritated her more than those kids who came to college purely for the sake of attending and saying that they had the degree that they never put to use. There were a few kids on her course like that, taking business only because they could. For her, and others, it was the path to their futures and they took it as seriously as the money they were paying to attend NYU in the first damn place.

And she certainly wasn’t paying that money to fall over idiots who were stupid enough to sit on the narrow stairwell, or deal with the stupid sarcastic attitude that he then decided to throw her way too. Maybe he didn’t get the warning about her temper, but this wouldn’t be the first time that she exploded at some kid at the university. In fact, she was surprised that there had been no disciplinary action taken against her in the last three years, but then she did pay highly for her education and her father knew people in high places, as much as that power annoyed her; she preferred putting the work in rather than being able to swan about freely just because there were pretty little 0’s next to their bank account.
However, that was irrelevant now and all that the feisty blonde saw was red, as her blood boiled and her fingers curled into solid fists. She didn’t like people answering back to her when she was in this kind of mood and it only riled her up even more than she already was. Plus, the place was deserted, and there seemed to be no one around who knew Ember well enough to know to drag her away now before she really started tearing into this guy sitting in front of her. “Oh really? Well keep it up and I’ll give you something to contemplate.”

[/color] She snarled, her blue eyes flashing dangerously with rage. She applied more pressure with her boot as she leaned closer to the bitchy guy, making sure that he could see that she was far from fooling around right about now. “Allow me to help you move elsewhere.”[/color] She hissed, threatening him in the most subtle way that she could, considering the small voice in her mind was telling her to grab him by his shirt and throw him back up the stairs he was occupying.
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TAGGED! Caleb <3
WORDS! 847
OUTFIT! Never Look Back
LYRICS! Obvious- - - Hey Monday
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Where the hell was this girl from? If Caleb had been in any other kind of mood, he probably would have just laughed her off and moved out of her way. But because she got all up in his business with a bad attitude to start, he was going to make it worse. Why? Who the hell knew! He hadn't always been like that; he was the one who just stepped aside when he was little, not liking confrontations. But as he grew older, he started to care less and less. If he could see a good reason behind being all pissy, he'd gladly act the gentleman and move out of the way without a word. But he couldn't see a reason for this bad behaviour. At least, not this extreme. After all, who pushed their booted foot into another person's chest? And all because he'd tripped and landed pretty damn hard on his ass. There would definitely be a bruise he wasn't about to start showing off. And wasn't it the polite thing to do to leave him there to get over the jarring bump, brush himself off and walk away.

It wasn't like he was really on the stairs to annoy people. He'd fallen! That wasn't his fault! Of course, he also knew he'd back off eventually and apologize because it was his way but for right now, he was just going let loose what he'd held in for the past few days because Ayden was keeping so much from him. He really wasn't in the best of moods to begin with. It wasn't fair on him to see her in so much pain and not be able to or say anything to help. He always wanted to help, anyone and everyone, so to not be able to help the only person in New York that he loved so dearly took a toll on him as well. He'd feel bad later, for taking it out, sarcastically, on a third party completely uninvolved in the situation, but he'd talk it out and get over it.

He'd been up half the night alternating between working on sketches for a class that was supposed to be due at the end of the week and trying to figure out a way to get Ayden to breathe and realize the sky really isn't falling and talk to him! He was really starting to go crazy. Cal was even tempted to live at school! Or worse, work! The Comedy club wasn't a bad place to work, you got to listen to hours of standup, which was usually pretty good, and you got to talk to a ton of people, mix up some pretty epic drinks, one of which he had memorized, just waiting to use. He wasn't in the right state of mind to think about any of this clearly. He'd gotten next to no sleep, he was frustrated, angry, annoyed. What he needed was a cold beer, some random sports game playing on mounted TVs throughout some overcrowded pub still full of decades old stale cigarette smoke.

He tried to move; to get back up on his feet, but this girl just pushed her foot into his chest more. And the only thing he could think of right at that moment was that he hoped her shoes were clean because dirt was a giant pain in the ass to get out of that specific button down shirt. He'd done it before and he'd had to wash the thing, by hand, twice before even eyeing the actual washer. His next thought was where this chick got off shoving her foot in a strangers chest; full circle. Caleb didn't miss the slim pale fingers curling into fists; he didn't miss the look in this girl's eyes saying she was going to hit him. He wouldn't hit back, but it'd been hit by Ayden so many times that by now he's skin had toughened up. With his dark eyes on her light ones, he lifted his hand and pushed her boot off his chest before standing up. It took a second, because she was not letting up, but finally he managed to stand on his own two feet. He wouldn't hit a girl, but he was good with words. "As you can see, I don't need your help to move elsewhere. I'm quite capable of doing so on my own, of my own free will." He purposely slowed his movements from pissed and annoyed to mild disinterest. "And as far as the giving me something to contemplate, well," he paused, scratching at an invisible piece of dirt. "I don't think that'll be necessary as you've given me so much to think about. Like what the hell I'm going to use this time to wash this shirt for one." Clearly, she had no clue how difficult it was to wash that fabric. He wanted to tear into her. Yell, scream, throw a fit, who knows, but she was already seeing red and all because he'd slipped and she'd tripped over him. It was starting to look like the way to annoy her more was to act like he was. His plan? To get her fuming to get all of his anger issues out. It was crude but he figured it sure as hell beat spending hundreds of dollars on fifty minute hours "talking about feelings".

_{•TAG• Ember!
•WORDS• 898
•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
•NOTES• <3 <3 <3}[/SIZE]

[Ember Thistle Grant]

She could already hear Andrew’s voice in her head, warning her about getting into fights with random strangers who probably hadn’t even done anything wrong, other than get in Ember’s way. Her brother had been on the receiving end of her temper once or twice and knew the lengths to which the feisty blonde could get to if someone didn’t restrain her, drag her away or find someone to rescue the poor soul who she had chosen for her target. She tried to ignore his voice and the stern tone that he only adopted when he was trying to turn her anger elsewhere whilst her victim had the chance to escape, and this time, unlike many recent others, it worked and the monotonous tone of her older sibling’s voice faded away, leaving only Ember with Ember’s thoughts and voice.

It had been a while since she had found herself this riled up and it was even longer since she had taken it out on someone she didn’t even know. In fairness, she had been pretty well controlled recently for her, who was infamous for her cold tones and hostile temper. Then again, she had been completely preoccupied with college work and her work at the company recently, that every little irritation and frustration had been building up inside of her until finally, this morning, something had tipped her over the edge and she had erupted like a volcano. She was never the kind of girl to deal with things as they happened, and she certainly wasn’t the type of girl to have positive outlets for when she got annoyed; no, when Ember was annoyed she either ripped through the streets on her bike, fired her gun at the range until they refused to re-load her weapon or hit the gym where she beat the stuffing out of the punching bags down there. Needless to say, almost all of Ember’s ‘positive’ outlets were the kind where someone (including her) could really get hurt. So really, this confrontation on the stairwell was neither better nor worse than them, which could be seen as worrying to anyone who knew her.

However, beyond all of that was a more worrying concept. They always say that bottling up emotions and anger did no one any good, but with Ember, it was especially dangerous. She’d already been pushing herself with her recent string of late nights and long days working, as well as allowing herself a few nights on the town when things got ‘too much’. She was a ticking time bomb right now and not just in regards to her temper, although the more serious matter at hand was the last thing on her mind right now as she glared down at this irritating, wannabe-indie-kid, with a bad attitude to match his bad haircut.
If Andrew wasn’t as busy as his sister, he would’ve noticed the signs that would soon become apparent in a dangerous sort of fashion. If he asked Ember, she couldn’t guarantee that her medication was up to date, or that she’d been taking her pills twice a day like she was supposed to be doing. The truth was that Ember had totally neglected her HCM and everything that she was supposed to do to keep herself safe and healthy.

And right now, the heart racing in her chest was not the thing bothering her. It was this guy and the way in which he was continuing to provoke her, tempting her to actually slam the fist that was balled by her side into his face. Normally, she would’ve yelled at the guy, revelled in his attempt at an apology, threatened him and then stormed off to her bike and continued with the rest of her day as she had planned. However, today, this kid had to answer back and rise to the challenge of her temper and as he pushed her foot away she felt her self-control slip one more step closer to full blown meltdown, which would most probably result in her expulsion from the college, if not an arrest and prosecution.
She regained her balance pretty quickly, her body tensing as she felt her anger rise even more, if that was at all possible for her.
“You’ll move even further with the help of my fist.”

[/color] She warned, stepping a little closer to him. Ember didn’t make empty threats and she could only hint so much that he best hightail it out of there, before she’d make good on her words.
She laughed bitterly at his comment and raised her eyebrow. “You keep pissing me off and when I’m through, you’ll be throwing that shirt out, not cleaning it.”[/color] She had dealt with bigger and nastier fish than this guy and wasn’t afraid of showing him that she was more action than talk, even if it wasn’t the best thing for her to do under any circumstance.
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TAGGED! Caleb <3
WORDS! 854
OUTFIT! Never Look Back
LYRICS! Obvious- - - Hey Monday
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Caleb knew better, and he knew what would be waiting for him at home if he gave in and told Ayden what happened. But that didn't seem to matter all that much. He couldn't go home and take out his anger at Ayden, even if it was her fault he was holding his frustrations in. He wanted to know what the hell was wrong with her, damn it! Was it so much to ask? They told each other everything! And now, this week, nothing! He could have thrown a fist into the nearest wall, if he'd been the physical type. At it was, the man hated physical confrontations. Verbally, he was game, and ready for a good fight. If he were being honest with himself, he couldn't even really blame Ayden. Yes, she'd been part of the problem. But the final straw was class. He'd really been looking forward to that lecture. That was probably the only class he did look forward to. And to have it cancelled without notice. How many people in the class had Blackberry's or iPhones or other smartphones. All of them were equipped with email! All the damn students would have gotten the email, or a text from a classmate, letting them know.

First chance he got, Cal was going to speak to his professor. Maybe he just hadn't had the idea, and he needed a younger person to suggest it. It was the technological generation. He'd been in a fairly good mood before all this went down, sure he was irked about the class, annoyed and frustrated about Ayden, but he'd been dealing with it pretty well. Staying late at work, going in early. He was even barring himself in the small studio to work in his designs. He wanted to have an entire, huge collection completed before he graduated, so he had something to show; actual physical pieces and not just drawings and fabric swatches. For a kid who was never a boyscout, he sure was prepared! His mother would be so proud of that fact, if nothing else. She sure as hell wouldn't have approved of his choice in majors. Hell, she wanted him to be a doctor or a lawyer, or whatever it is parents want their kids to grow up to be. Even when he was little he didn't want to be a police offricer, or a doctor, or an Astronaut. He'd wanted to be a world famous soccer player or, failing that a fashion designer. He was good at one, but great at the other; it was an easy choice to make.

Now that he was standing, he felt better. He knew it was still all too possible that this girl would really let the crazy loose and punch him in the nose. Or, she could go the complete opposite and just turn and continue down the stairs leaving him to sort through whatever the hell just happened alone. He hoped for the second option, but knew it was more likely to be the first. He sighed, shaking his head. He really needed to figure out what to do with this. He wanted a yelling match, but he didn't know how to get it from calm threats to screaming regrets. Now that he was standing he could take in the girl who'd recently had her boot dirtying his shirt. He couldn't gauge a proper height since she was a stair or two down from him- he wouldn't check for fear of a surprise attack by her curled fist. She was attractive, certainly, but that was the desinger in him. If these were different circumstances, and he wasn't ready to talk her into falling down the stairs, or tensing himself up ready for the fist to make contact with his face, he would have suggested she model his clothing for him. He had some friends in the photography department, majoring who'd be more than willing to add to their portfolios. But this was how it was going down, and if he'd been in the apologetic mood, he might of still suggested it. As it was, he was pretty sure he didn't want this girl knowing where he worked, hung out, lived, or lived with.

Caleb kept the disinterested air about him as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall after taking a step up to put at least a small distance. If she was going to hit him, it would take that much more. And if she was going to chase him to beat him, he had that much of an advantage. He shrugged lazily, quirking up the side of his mouth. "I could, but my feet move quickly enough for me. Thanks for the offer, though. I'll be sure to think about that the next time I'm in a hurry." With that single move forward, he was so grateful he'd moved that step. If he hadn't it would have put her way too close for his comfort levels. Cal looked up from his shirt with what appeared to be utter disbelief. If only his drama teacher could see him now. She'd probably give him that A that had been just out of reach. "Oh," He shuddered at the thought. "Blood gets everywhere." he didn't get all girly around blood like some people he knew but he wasn't exactly a fan of it either. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't live with his shirt stained until he got him. Really, there wasn't anything special about the shirt, it was just a basic button down, but Ayden had gotten it for him. That, more than the shirt, was what mattered. "Do you go around threatening everyone, or am I just special today? Maybe pull my name from a hat?" He asked, sarcastically, not particularily caring either way.

_{•TAG• Ember!
•WORDS• 969
•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
•NOTES• <3 <3 <3}[/SIZE]

[Ember Thistle Grant]

Ember had always felt as though she needed to battle for control; a psychological problem that she’d fought since she was fifteen, ever since her HCM had been diagnosed. Her anger stemmed from this mainly and usually appeared every morning when her eyes fell on the bottle of pills next to her bed. She loathed having to have medication ruling her life and she didn’t believe that, at her age, she should. There had been nothing worse than hearing doctors list the amount of things that she wasn’t allowed or supposed to do when she was a teenager and peer pressure had never been heavier on her. Ember, in her natural manner, rebelled against everything they told her to do and then let her life effectively spiral out of control just the way she liked it…until she ended up back in a disinfected room with her dad lecturing her again about responsibilities to herself. Her anger and her short fuse was the only thing none of them could ever tame and probably the only thing that would also play into her downfall.

Andrew’s voice echoed in her head and part of her knew that she should probably listen to it before this whole situation got out of control and she found herself in a place where she couldn’t get out of alone. If there was one thing Ember hated more than her meds, it was having to rely on others, even her own brother. She knew that he’d be there for her, but she was never the kind of girl to ask for help, even when she was desperate; she’d always been dangerously independent. Even when it came to little things, like group presentations, she couldn’t stand relying on others to do their share of the work. It was probably a good thing that the only person she’d ever have to work alongside was her brother, ‘cause she knew that he would let her work alone on her own contracted deals than try to interfere and come up with one together. That was probably the thing she loved most about her brother, even though she’d never tell him; that he understood her completely and knew exactly when to give her space and when to come to her rescue, though she’d always act as though she didn’t need it.

Ember wanted to hit something. She was trying desperately not to and the last thing she wanted was to cause a scene at the university. On the streets, outside night clubs and bars, she didn’t think twice about throwing a punch or two, but most people there were too drunk to recall the face of the girl who gave them the black eye. However, here, people actually knew her name and recognised her, even if she wasn’t the kind of girl who spoke to everyone and shared intimate details about her college experience. Hell, she didn’t even tell her closest friends anything like that, though there wasn’t really so much to tell considering how she pushed people away for a reason and never learnt the names of the guys she did hook up with.
Intimidation was one area where she did excel and one of the reasons why people actually did know her. Maybe it was her icy eyes or her tense jaw, but Ember personally felt that it had something to do with the Grant genes that had pushed her height to over five foot nine without her infamous heels. On a normal day, Ember towered over some of her male classmates and maybe the fact that she carried a gun most of time or because she was wealthy thanks to her father…whatever reason it was, Ember could be terrifying when she wanted to be, but right now, she was beyond that. Now, she just wanted to let out all the frustrations, irritations and bottled up anger that had been building inside of her now for days, even weeks.
She cared not for who this guy was, what his problem was or for anything to do with him. The chances were that once this was over, she’d never even glance his way again. To her, he was just another jerk who got in her way when she was in a bad mood and there was nothing to really change that…unless this all evolved into attempted murder, then she may have to remember who he was for legal reasons.

She smirked as he moved up the next step. There was nothing more rewarding than seeing a guy scared by her attitude, even if he could hide it pretty well, like he was trying to. Even the smallest of things boosted the sensation of winning at a fight that, she knew, was probably going to be the least provoked one of recent years. “Maybe, I wasn’t offering.”

[/color] She warned, the icy glare of her blue eyes enough to freeze even fire. She smirked again, leaning a little closer as she examined the shirt with an uncaring eye. “Blood would probably do that a favour.”[/color] She kept the threatening tone to her voice, still hoping that the guy would give up, mumble an apology and leave her the hell alone!
However, her temper reached breaking point when he questioned her again. She despised cocky little assholes like this guy and in one swift stride upwards, she was on the same step as him and in her second heartbeat, she grabbed his ‘precious’ shirt in her tight fists and pressed him up against the stairwell railings. “I threaten everyone who gets in my way and usually, they take the hint, but clearly you need a stronger message.”[/color]
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[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Well, he really didn't like this girl. And despite wanting to be pissed off and just letting it all out on her, he felt nothing. Not a damn thing. There was no anger, no hatred, hell, there was no pity for the issues this poor girl's had to clearly deal with. If anything, he was bored, and a boredom like this wasn't good, wasn't safe. Somehow between the attempting to rile her up, and get his own aggressions out, he's managed to lose it all and become empty. If he tried, he was pretty sure he could work up the anger to be pissed off about Ayden, but it just wasn't really in him. It was like a film had settled over him that made him not give a single damn to what the hell happened to him. And maybe it was because he thought; somewhere in the back of that constantly turning mind of his that if he got himself hurt, it would snap Ayden out of her funk. He was almost willing to try that out, but he knew it would probably end up making Ayden worse; just what he needed. To get so close to getting her to open up, just to have her clam up at the sight of his bruised and bloodied body.

Although there was a certain appeal to having Ayden nurse him back to health, he'd rather it be that a fight broke out at work, while he was dealing with a particularly unruly patron, or while he'd been called to help out the bouncers; not in a Campus stairwell, with a woman who was taller than he was and suspected she was wearing heels. Must have been some damn tall heels, he thought since once she stepped up onto the same stair as him, she towered over him and his five ten height. He really was bored, and that was reckless. He didn't get this way easily; it was like he just shut off everything inside of him. There was no compassion, there was nothing. He really wanted to know who this chick was. Clearly they ran in different circles. Caleb with the fun and friendly crowd of his and Ayden's friends, and coworkers and classmates, while this crazy hung out with the rest of the crazies. If she had a friend that was actually kind, Caleb thought there was a chance he'd die of a heart attack.

He hadn't been retreating, and so when she took that step to "intimidate" him, he was annoyed more than anything. He'd wanted a little height, a little perspective. He'd wanted to be able to look her in the eye without having to tilt his head back. He wasn't a huge fan of not being the tallest guy around, but he wasn't short either. He was a good height for him, and that was great. How many designers out there were super tall? Answer, not that many. It wasn't surprising, although it probably should have with the few names like Dean and Dan Caten, for example. Caleb raised a brow at her words, "Oh, well, that's a shame. Manners are so hard to come by these days," he said with a tone that screamed, "I'm bored!" if ever there was one. Caleb leaned down to examine the shirt as she was doing. He tilted his head to the side, "Red just isn't my colour," he said, lying like a rug. Red was a great colour. Bright, loud, red was great. Maybe not so much with his colouring, he knew, but that didn't stop him from wearing things with red in it.

Caleb saw something break and shatter in this girls eyes. He wasn't sure what it was one second and the next; he was pushed up against the railing of the stairwell, with this glamazons hands fisted in his shirt. Idly, he wondered if she was going to just toss him over the edge. There would be no coming back from that one, and he'd be screwed in telling Ayden everything. He sighed silently, guessing that was the price to pay for being a complete asshole to a total stranger with a bad temper. "Hints are such roundabout ways of dealing with things. Why not just come out and say, "Get the fuck?" It'd probably be simpler, and you'd have even more little underclassmen scurrying away at the mere sight of you," he said, wanting to add... something, but losing it all with those words. That was just like him, get an idea in his mind, and as soon as other words come out of his mouth, he loses the rest of whatever it was he was going to say. Someone needed a little omega-3 in his diet.

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•WORDS• 793
•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
•NOTES• He is being a serious jerk xD}[/SIZE]

[Ember Thistle Grant]

Ember was, surprisingly, an emotional person. Not in the sense that she cried as movies and found herself choked up by every couple she passed in the street, but in the sense that she always felt something about everything she saw or had in her life. Predominately, it was anger on some level, but that wasn’t just who Ember was; the angry, violent chick. She had friends, a few good friends, like Zoe, who always made her happy when they actually hung out together. Ember was just the kind of girl who could hide her feelings better when confronted by the rest of the world, even Andrew. To most of the world, she was just the angsty New York girl who was the illegitimate child of Phillip Grant and who spent most of her nights in the bars around town. There was a lot more about the statuesque blonde that no one knew and Ember liked it that way. She had no plans on opening up to anyone, which once again, only added to her emotional state that was currently aimed at anger, with this guy in the crosshairs.

The sensation of anger, when felt, was the same for everyone, or so Ember thought. What she didn’t realise was that the rapid heartbeat, the tightness of the chest and the tension in her body, wasn’t the same as when everyone else experienced it. The flash of red before her eyes may have been something that plenty of people spoke about, and what many of authors made use of for their character definition, but none of them could suffer serious health repercussions from letting themselves fly of the handle once or twice…or five times, and most of would walk away with a black eye or bloody nose as their worst injury; not something that would need an ambulance and maybe even a defibrillator.
That was all Ember had ever known though in the years that she could remember and none of it ever set off the warning bells in her mind when it all kicked in, but then again, she was always more occupied with the object of her anger than her own situation at the time, even when she was in excruciating pain and almost on her knees. Luckily, that wasn’t the situation right now, but there was every chance that it could spiral into that if she wasn’t careful and if this guy continued to provoke her, by pushing the perfect buttons to set her off.

She was taller than him; something that only boosted Ember’s belief in her power over the situation and seemed to encourage the darker side of her anger to continue, despite the voice telling her to yell at him once more and then walk away. She had plans for day, important plans to her anyway, and she was allowing this kid to get in her way and delay her, side-track her and eventually only cause more problems in her day that would only be resolved by a tirade of bullets at the gun range and possibly a sparring session with her brother, whilst she yelled about every little thing in life that irritated her. Then, and only then, would the emotional Ember be on show for the rest of the world to see.
“Manners? You wanna talk to me about manners? They don’t fucking exist today. Look around you, you’re in New York, not some preppy little suburb where everyone acts like they’re your best friend.”

[/color] Her accent grew thick, the broad twang of her New York upbringing shining though, as light as day. Throughout her life, she had seen violence, anger, rudeness and disappointment. She didn’t believe in manners and if he seriously did, then he needed a reality check that Ember would be only too happy to give him. “Yeah, well if you’re not careful someone will make it your colour, whether you suit it or not.”[/color] The second was only a half threat. It was more of a warning for him, ‘cause his self-assured attitude would one day run into someone who didn’t like verbal sparring as much as Ember did, and they wouldn’t care for words or excuses, but lunge right into breaking whatever they could reach first.

She stepped closer, getting as close to him as physically possible as she held him tightly against the railings, his shirt gathered dangerously tight in her fists, her knuckles turning white as her jaw clenched. Her eyes burning with rage as she pushed him harder against the railings. “Look, I don’t care for whatever your opinion might be, but if it’ll make you feel any better, then fine. Get the fuck out of my way and stay the hell out of it.”[/color] She punctuated each word with a touch of venom and that fiery glow in her glaring eyes. She gave him one last shove, backwards up the stairs this time before placing her hands on her hips. “Maybe you’re clear on that now?”[/color]
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[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Contrary to what he acted like out in the world, Caleb was aware New York wasn’t the most polite place in the universe. But Cal also wasn’t feeling all that forthcoming with his knowledge. “Alright, Homegrown, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” he said dryly, knowing that someone could have easily have been him instead of her. Was it an asshole move? Being so dry and distant, when both were looking for a fight? Probably. Was he an asshole? Not usually but these were different circumstances and he wasn’t his usual ”Karma’s a bitch, so be careful” self. But that was fine too. There was no reason to waste his good natured and easy going personality on someone who wasn’t interested in it in the first place. Thinking about the last part of that rambling moment, he wanted to shudder; he really did. Who in their right mind wanted to live in a suburb?! Perfectly manicured lawns, lawns, “family cars”. It was quite possibly hell on earth for someone like Caleb.

He loved colour, loved disarray. He loved tattoos, crazy hats, and music so loud, your eardrums could bleed. None of that fit into the stereotype that was suburban living. Caleb wanted to show some outward sign of disgust, but held himself back. He really didn’t need him doing one thing and her thinking another. Although, the thought that she took his look of utter disgust poised towards her was amusing. He’d been fine before, a little miffed, sure, but who wouldn’t be in his situation? Cal’s annoyance level was rising with every moment spent in the company of this woman. Maybe, if they’d met under different circumstances, he would enjoy her temper and dripping sarcasm. As it was, he wasn’t in the mood for it, and starting to get bored. He’d already gotten to the point where he was so pissed off, he just didn’t care anymore; he’d gotten to the point where he was bored. He blinked slowly, listening disinterestedly at this girl ramble on about a subject he’d started. He looked up at her, usual bright eyes, dull. He didn’t care about the blood, or the shirt itself, just the memories behind it.

It had been their first year in the city. They were going home for a few days during the holidays, but Cal wanted them to have a small tree, decorated with presents under it. His grandfather had been in the city, for work or something, he'd been vague, but they'd gone shopping, for a tree, decorations, some small things for Ayden and his grandfather had picked up a couple things for him as well, to put under there as well as a few things for the apartment and some things from him to Ayden as well. It had been a great surprise when she'd come home from classes to see their apartment full of Holiday cheer. They had waited to open those presents, until after they'd come back from Seattle, but it had been fun, and Caleb had loved spoiling Ayden like that. Really, it should have been so clear, his feelings, even then, but somehow she'd either managed to overlook them, or he was that convincing an actor. Of course, none of that mattered right then. That had been four years ago, in their freshman year. And since then, only one thing had changed and that was this week and her closed off behaviour; which, naturally, brought on this fit of attitude in Caleb.

He was pushed back again and it was really bothersome. Of course, he was basically egging her on, so how much blame could he really put on her shoulders now? Yes, she had been a super bitch when she’d stumbled over a fallen Caleb, but after that, his sarcastic attitude had brought on this entire problem which included fire, anger and a extra special dose of fury to taste. At her question, he laughed. Laughed! Not some subtle. “Oh, stupid little person, you’re such an idiot” laugh, but actual amused laughter. Why? Hell if he knew. Hell if he knew anything he was doing. He was looking for a fight; bored to tears or not, that’s what he wanted. But he was holding himself back from that. He couldn’t go home bruised and bloody, then this week would go on forever, and he’d never learn a damn thing. He knew it was a bad idea to laugh. He could practically see bloodlust in the blonde girls’ eyes and yet, he did it anyway. That was Caleb, do or say something before thinking it completely through. It was really going to get him killed one of these days. “Oh, it’s crystal. Your word is the law, and those who go around falling down stairs gets beheaded,” he said, shaking his head, “Do you feel better now that you’ve sworn a little more? I know I feel wonderful afterward; like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” This girl was going to kill him, alright. He took another step back this time against the wall, giving enough space to let her pass to go back up the stairs if she didn’t want to continue these fun and games. Of course, she had been walking down the stairs, so why she’d want to go back up was anyone’s guess.

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•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
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[Ember Thistle Grant]

New York was her home. No matter what anyone said about it, or what happened in it, Ember knew that no other place in the world could make her feel the way New York did. She had experienced two different sides to it; the rough side, where people would sooner throw a punch than greet you hello and the side where money got you anywhere you wanted, no questions asked. Which side did she prefer? Well, Ember was still the girl who would rather use her wits and strength to make it in life and not her bank balance. She was proud of where she came from and no man, no power or dream would make her give it up. She’d never be the dainty little housewife, or the neighbour who baked pies and cakes just because she’d finished the cleaning. She couldn’t be the soccer mom or that caring member of the community. She was Ember Thistle Grant and she did things her way. She could hold her own and no man was ever going to take that away from her, no matter who he was. In her mind, she would forever live in an apartment high above the city, watching the life stream from every corner of it like the world would never end. “Or maybe, I’m just tired of conceited little assholes like you messing up my day.”

[/color] She had, in fact, been in a good mood this morning before her professor screwed her over and if that hadn’t had happened, she probably would have tripped over this kid, hurled a short string of abuse at him and then continued on her way and about her business.

It didn’t take a lot to get Ember furious, but usually Andrew was floating around nearby to drag her away and calm her down. In fact, she’d not been this angry at college in the longest of times but then maybe this was just the start of how everything was starting to pile up on her, frustrate her more and remind her that it had been another year since Robert had been killed and another year that she’d been on her own, the only person she believed to truly understand her, gone. The ache in her chest wasn’t just from her HCM, but also from the grief that she was still to move on from, but it was hard when she was too stubborn to really open up to anyone. Even with Zoe, things were vague, brushed over casually like there was nothing more to them that what Ember had already revealed.
It wasn’t healthy, and she knew that, but still, it was how she was, how she always had been and if they wanted to get down to the nitty gritty details, all the money, trust and power in the world would not allow Ember to fully forgive her father for leaving her to live in the squalor that was her childhood home; an apartment with no lock on the door, that was decorated with vodka bottles and plastic bags of pills. Was it really any wonder that Ember had so much hostility in her when that was the epitome of her childhood?!

At his laugh, the fire inside of her grew. She didn’t know what he was laughing at or why, but it annoyed the hell out of her. She didn’t like people who talked back to her when she was angry and she especially didn’t like it when they played arrogant, spurring her on to the point where they really would regret it. If she didn’t want an answer from him then she wouldn’t have held back and her knew would have instantly met with his crotch, but Ember as well as being fiery was also curious and she had to restrain herself, despite the twitch in her leg to put him in enough pain, that he would remember it the better side of next month or whenever he saw her in the corridors of the college they both attending. “What’s so damn funny?!”[/color] She snarled, tightening her grip again and dipping slightly so that she could get right up in his face.
She smirked. This kid really didn’t understand. Not that she was famous around the college or anything, but there had been enough incidents to have the rumours circulating about just how angry she could and just how severe she could react to the smallest of things. “For your own good, it’s probably wise that you do think like that from now on.”[/color] She ignored replying to his next comment with words and finally gave over to the desire that was pulsating in her right leg, only she didn’t go for the crotch, but lifting her leg that little higher and caught him full on in the stomach before shoving him back against the wall he had conveniently chosen to lean against. She wasn’t in the mood for games and he really needed to realise that now.
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[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Caleb’s eyes widened in actual shock at her words; sure, okay, he was being an asshole. He’d cop to that; no problem. However, he just didn’t fall into the conceited category. And really, he wasn’t even usually an asshole, but everything had built up so much that he’d just sort of exploded on the first person to give him attitude. He could and probably should have apologized for that, but not now. He figured it was too late now. There was little he could do but give up and give in to the temptation to just walk away. It would have been an simple matter, saying to her to get the hell out of his way, he was sick of her, or maybe even bored with the drama that was unfolding, turn and walk away. He wouldn’t consider himself a coward in the least, because at that exact moment, he really wanted to hit someone; bored or not, the feeling was there and at max. Cal took a deep breath, hoping to ignore her comment on his vanity.

Happy he’d succeeded, Caleb turned his attention back to the blonde irking him so badly. His laughter odd even to him, and so out of left field that it really didn’t make any sense. He was starting to think he was clinically insane. After all, how much could one person put up with? Classes were cancelled? Fine, he could deal with that, it happened a lot, actually. Some bitchy girl taking his sarcastic comments to heart and making a mountain out of a mole hill? Worse but still manageable, still fairly easy to deal with. Ayden not talking to him about what was clearly taking up way more attention than he would have preferred? Hell even that he could have dealt with had been dealing with. But, when you mixed the three, something was bound to happen and someone was bound to get the brunt of his attitude. Honestly, he probably would have preferred it be Ayden, at least then it might have knocked some sense into her, after all, it was easier to pick fights with those you love the most because you know they’ll always forgive you, no matter what. Strangers were a different story and Cal had a feeling he was going to pay for this outburst.

Caleb shook his head before brushing hair out of his face. “Fucked if I know what I’m laughing at. Maybe I’ve gone insane…” he paused to take a quick breather. “It’s poetic justice in its’ finest.” He snorted at his own oddball words. Hell if he even knew where those were coming from. Caleb tilted his head back; only know realizing she’d ducked her head closer; to intimidate him? It wouldn’t work, he’d just move again. He’d managed to cage his laughter, and temporary insanity in time, and he’d felt little bit better now that he’d gotten all that crazy out. Cal’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, shining brightly with something not completely describable. Before he could even form a comment to that, her knee connected with his stomach and the air left his lungs in one big gush of shock. “Fuck me, you’ve got some legs on you, don’t ya?” He asked rhetorically. He wasn’t expecting an answer, and now that he was bent slightly at the stomach, not completely doubled over just yet, he didn’t have an answer to her snarky comment either. Not that it matter, at this point, he was just going to get his assed kicked by a girl and there was nothing for him to do. He would never, ever hit a girl. And moving out of her way seemed so useless now.

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•NOTES• <3}[/SIZE]

[Ember Thistle Grant]

Ember didn’t really care who she spoke to or what she said to them most of the time. She had a bad habit of mouthing off when her temper flared and if you asked her an hour after she calmed down, she would have no recollection of anything she actually said. There had been plenty of times when Andrew had been forced to intervene, not just because his sister was being brash and offensive but because she had done it once or twice to important clients of the business who had mistook her for some bimbo-ette of a secretary only to find themselves on the receiving end of a fiery lecture and more often than not, Ember’s right boot.

Now, it was too late. She was past the point of no return and if this little, arrogant excuse of a man wanted to turn around and run for the hills now he’d find himself in a rather terrifying situation. Ember would’ve let it go if he had chosen to walk away at an earlier point, but he had pressed her and wound her so tightly that now it was unleashing rapidly and there was nothing that could be done to really stop her until she had run it’s course. If he tried to escape, she’d probably chase him down and if she didn’t do it right now, it would be done later and who knows where ‘later’ may be. It could be in the courtyard for the whole of the campus to see. Luckily for him (and for her) the stairwell was rather quiet since most classes were now in session and so most of the students were either falling asleep in lecture halls or hiding out in the library, stressing over the amount of work they had still to do before the mid-semester exams began. Their encounter was practical private and that could be seen both positively and negatively. For her, there was no one around to try to control her; the one thing she hated more than anything else in life, but for him, there was no one around to try to control her, which meant that there was no one to stop Ember from lashing out like she had already done once and was more than itching to do it again.

Gone insane? That really was his only shot at extracting either sympathy or an apology from the leggy blonde who, at this point, was so tempted to throw him over the railings and watch him squirm as she held onto him, threatening to drop him. Granted, it was a little extreme and she had enough self-control not to do such a silly thing, but Ember still stood there, thought in mind as her electric eyes flashed with lightning as he still continued to talk. “Trust me, I’ve been doubting your sanity since the second you got in my way.”

[/color] She snarled, still irritated by whatever it was that he found so damn amusing. If he was laughing at her then he was in for a nasty shock and Ember’s supposed stress relief via kickboxing would soon find their way to his ass; treating it as though it was one of the punch bags she was fond of down at the gym; there was something eternally soothing about punching and kicking something until the sweat dripped from her body. It was also the only sport the ex-athlete was allowed to do these days, and even that was pushing it a little bit, according to the doctors who she rarely took advice from.
Seeing him bend slightly did relinquish some of her anger, but it barely made a dent on her current hostile temper overall and since he didn’t fully seem to understand her message, she didn’t even get that achievement of making yet another person back off faster than they should have done in the first place. “Oh believe me, I’m just getting warmed up.”[/color] She grabbed a fistful of his hair to make sure he was looking at her, able to see the blood boiling as she glared at him. The temptation to kick him again was biting at her, along with the desire to break his nose or blacken an eye, but she held back for now, waiting to see what he had to say.
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[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Caleb wasn’t actually sure how much more of this he could honestly take. Sure, he was pretty pissed off, who wouldn’t be under his circumstances but was it really enough to keep trying to get under this girls’ skin? He hadn’t thoughts so, and then her knee connected with his stomach and he thought what the hell, she was already tossing body parts into his person; why not toss a few words back? He was being unusually calm in the situation, even slightly insane; which could work but for how long? Bored was another word he was using often, but he wasn’t really that, annoyed, yes, bored? Not so much anymore.

He shook his head, “I win then, since I’ve doubted it since the beginning of the week,” He sighed with just a hint of sadness, “Too bad for you, I guess you lost one fight. Though with the way you’re going, you’ll be winning this one.” He leaned just a bit closer, more to show he wasn’t scared of her and her temper than anything else, “I don’t hit girls,” he confided, like it really mattered. If he pissed her off enough, he thought he’d be meeting Saint Peter sooner than he’d hoped for. Damn, and just when he was starting to work up the courage to tell Ayden everything, and hopefully those three words in response; or rather, four, technically as there’d be a “too” in there.

Caleb laughed, annoyed and amused. Was she seriously pulling his hair?! What, had they devolved into preteen girls fighting over the same boy?! He had Ayden tugging at his hair at every chance she got, so someone pulling at his hair, even hard enough to pull it out, it didn’t hurt as much as it should have. Cal managed to get his chuckles to dissipate, but not until after he’d seen the blood boiling under her skin again. She really was quick to temper, wasn’t she? It should have scared the living hell out of him, it really should have, but he couldn’t seem to gather the emotion. He looked her in the eye, kept looking at her as he felt his scalp stretch with her fistful of his hair. He lived with Ayden, and she had a tendency to tug on his hair whenever she was in a mood, or well, always really. “I believe it, I just don’t give a shit. My week’s been fucked so this just adds a shitty ending to a shitty week,” he said, shaking his head, hoping his hair would fall from her grip. Probably a useless act, but he had to try. It wasn’t really hurting him, but it would start if she held on longer. “Want to let go yet?” he asked conversationally. Caleb hoped the tone would get her to release his hair, but he had a feeling that it would make things worse. Oh well, he was already in it, may as well make it worth the pain.

_{•TAG• Ember!
•WORDS• 498
•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
•NOTES• Ugh, I'm sorry xD <3}