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Note; This is inspired by Denial Twist, a song by The White Stripes.
Also, I'm super new to this site, eheh.. I just came from tinierme.. I don't know if the systems of rp'ing are different or anything. So if I'm doing something wrong, don't hesitate to tell!
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_______ is a student and aspiring actress/dancer in a school for the arts. She's not popular, but has enough friends, and enough people know about her talent. Recently, she's been having a back and forth with a new student in her class. His name is Alistair, though he usually goes by the strange nickname "Alis." He's convinced he can make ______ fall in love with him. Alistair is obnoxious, rude, and goes at his own pace. Alistair often walks with ____ to the dance studio and simply watches her practice. (_____ honestly has no idea why she lets him talk to her.) Despite her initial annoyance with Alistair, ______ finds herself talking with him and getting to know him better and better. ______ is making an effort to avoid Alistair, but she just can't seem to get her mind off of him.
Will _____ cut off her strange relationship with Alistair, or will it turn into something else?


My Character:
Name: Alistair "Alis" Redwall
Age:21
Gender:Male
Personality: Completely obnoxious and headstrong. Overly confident, likes to mess with people. Though he's a pretty annoying guy, he's closest to the people he pesters most often and won't hesitate to protect them. Surprisingly simple-minded. Blunt and honest.
Bio: He's lived a pretty normal life. No childhood tragedies or anything. He's living with his cousins currently.
Appearance:http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0dzhbKlFo1rr0aj8o1_500.jpg
Extra: He loves nothing more than singing, and his eyepatch covers his one brown eye. He leaves his blue eye exposed because he likes blue.

Skeleton: (Reserved for Creamsicle Bunnies)
Name: Eureka Winterbourne
Age: Twenty One
Gender: Female
Personality: Though Eureka is quiet and a little dark looking, do not mistake her for being shy or submissive. She is sarcastic enough, and stubborn; in turn, this makes her irritated easily. Her honesty may seem brutal, but it is rather refreshing. Eureka's outgoingness and exuberance is limited by her desire to achieve, for she has a lot of pride, and is very serious when it comes to her dream of acting and dancing.
Bio: Though Eureka really wishes for success in her acting and dancing, she will always feel a little regret. She never knew who her real father was. As a young child, whenever she asked about him, her mother never answered. Eureka doesn't question it anymore and no longer asks about him. Her mother had always been a busy-body and always working. It isn't because her mother had difficulty financially raising Eureka, no, it was simply because her mother was successful in her job. Eureka admires her prowess in the business world. She is a strong, independent woman who many men would've been intimidated by. That is, except one. Her mother remarried a man when Eureka turned five. Eureka didn't mind much, and accepted the new man as her real father. He had a son, who is older than Eureka, who she accepted as her new older brother. She has grown to care for them, even though her older brother constantly gets on her nerves and her father is a good for nothing. He has lost his job, so her mother is the one who bring home the money. Even now, Eureka rarely sees her.
As for feeling guilty about choosing her dreams over practicality, her brother is in business school and constantly chastises Eureka about how her career will get her no where. Though her mother has said nothing to her choice of life, Eureka feels that her mother does not accept her frivolous career. In her head, Eureka feels she has let her family down because she was selfish enough to follow her dreams.
Appearance: http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/TheSorrowful/Add Here/455876854.jpg
Extra: Eureka is known for being rather unlucky.

Rules!:
1.Literacy is appreciated. I understand to occasional type and all that, but no using numbers in replacement for letters or anything, thanks.
2. Let's keep mature content to a minimum!
3.Feel free to come with your own plot twists or side characters. I love surprises. XD
4. Try to stay away from one-liners to the best of your ability, just to make them easier to reply to.

"I love you."

Eureka bit back a bitter look, one of a frown as she stood by the window, looking at the glorious campus she inhabited. Her eyes were glazed, her expression sort of frozen as she held her cell phone in her hand.
How would she react? How should she react? What was the right thing to do here?

She paused, taking a small step back as she glanced down the hall. "Me too," she murmured in a monotone voice. It was silent on the other side of the phone and then came a half-hearted laugh.

"That was truly horrible, Eureka. There was no feeling behind it," the voice on the other side noted. He paused, and Eureka could hear him chuckle. "Forget I said that. I was just too emotionally charged. And I know how you feel about these things. You never were one to like being confessed to," the voice added.

Eureka, absently, looked back out the window and sighed a little. "You know me too well. I'm sorry," she muttered in a low voice. The voice laughed again. Truly, he was far too merry for these types of situations. Even after he'd been rejected, he could manage to smile.
"Don't say sorry. Well then, you probably have class. I'll call you later then," replied the voice on the phone. It hung up and the silence resumed on the other line. Eureka looked at her phone, a face lacking much expression as she gave another sigh and put her phone in her bag. She knew very well she would not hear from him in a long while and turn on her heel. Like the voice on the phone had said, she had class.

Upon entering her classroom, Eureka had revisited her now common feelings of agitation. That is, she knew as soon as she stepped into class, Alistair would be there. He has incessantly bothered her since the day he arrived, and Eureka now always seemed to have a headache whenever she even thought about having class with him. Even so, she forced herself to come in today for the sake of her dream and took a far seat in the back. She wanted to keep as far away from him as possible.
However, the fact that her chair was missing and the fact that Alistair was already creating trouble seemed to distract her. Her frown worsened, and now her hazel eyes looked unfavorably on the spectacle of chairs in the front of the room. Alas, she could not ignore him no longer and moved forward to the bottom of the feet of the pyramid Alistair had created. She put a hand on her hip and looked up as he climbed.

"Just what do you think you're doing? That is, if you have the capacity to think at all?"

[ It is totally fine. I can manage pretty much anything. ]

Eureka mused on his frivolousness and raised a brow as she watched him. She noticed his sarcasm, and rolled her arms. She moved, shifting her weight onto her other leg. "I guess I asked the wrong question. What I meant was why are you climbing these chairs? No conventional person would do such a thing," she commented. She glanced at the rest of the classroom, glad to find it empty. Being here with Alistair was sort of embarrassing. She didn't want to be known for talking to him, no, she couldn't afford anyone interfering with her dream.

She paced a little, Eureka lightly tapping one of the base chairs out of curiosity. She looked back up at him with a look of faux demure.
"And yes. It is very important. It is what drives normal people to make rational decisions and at the very least not act like a weirdo, like yourself." She tossed back a piece of her golden hair and offered a gaze of chastise towards Alistair, who probably didn't care much for scoldings. He didn't bother to pay attention to her complaints or chastise, no, he only cared enough to see how he could benefit from her. All he wanted from her was love, and that was something Eureka would refuse to give him. Or rather, she couldn't give him love even if she wanted to.
It was impossible, like an immovable object versus an unstoppable force.

Eureka watched him sit upon his self made throne in all his jolliness. It amused her to watch him giddy, however, she found it slightly annoying every time he opened his mouth.
Surely, she had never met anyone such as him. He was so exuberant and alien to her, which made her feel uncomfortable. She had made the mistake of being curious about him, and now she was simply stuck with him. She breathed and turned her head, waving her hand to what he said. "Your problem is that you live based off instinct. Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter. However, you cannot solely live off these things and yet you do so irrationally. You don't have the slightest idea of how your actions bother me," she murmured as she pouted.

And yet, he continued in his benevolence. She turned placid, much in the same fashion as when she was confessed to on the phone earlier. She froze, her face an obvious frown when she had heard the word 'love'. It was unpleasant to hear. She turned, so that her back faced him, so she could hide her face.
Why so sudden?
It caught her by surprise, which had taken her aback a little. She blushed a little, if only out of embarrassment. No. No. No. She closed her eyes to cool her face. After all, she decided she would dislike this guy to her heart's content.
With this resolve, she turned around, her face a little bitter.
"How so am I contradictory? It's not exactly a word I'd like to have described about myself."

Eureka looked away, crossing her arms. "I don't care what you like," she muttered, more so to herself. She couldn't possibly understand Alistair's thought process. It was confusing, jumpy, and erratic much like his personality. She glanced back up, to see him again get giddy at his own words. She raised a brow.
"Contradictory...Saying one thing and doing another, isn't that a bit two faced? It's not fun, it just means you're not in sync with what you mean and what you say. Contradictory people have difficulty fully expressing themselves...," and she paused at this abruptly. She looked back down, at the floor. Contradictory...if that was what constituted a contradictory person, than she was a contradictory person. A hypocrite. She frowned, not liking to be called that, not even to herself. She looked back up, changing her expression to a more annoyed look. She continued, "and are thus weak individuals."

Eureka then nudged one of the chairs with her foot. "I-di-ot. Get down from there before someone sees you or you get hurt." She kept her dominating glare up, not reflecting the swirling feeling she felt inside.

Eureka closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
One. Two. Three.
She opened them again, her lashes fluttering as her eyes recollected the images to make some decent sense out of what she saw. She took another breath before opening her mouth.

"No." She shook her head with a defiant look in her eyes. "Besides, how old are you?" she asked rhetorically. Her brows furrowed and she moved to grab a chair from the front of the room. This was one of the few chairs Alistair managed to leave alone. She dragged the thing to the back, next to her table and sat in it, mindlessly checking her phone. Of course, her messages were empty. He would probably not call or text her in a long while, she presumed. Not after his rejection.

She leaned her cheek on her hand, looking back at Alistair's dandy behavior. She didn't seem to catch his moment of rigidness, so she couldn't wonder about it. Instead, she gave a sigh. "Besides, I reacted in how any normal person would react. My reaction was uninteresting and normal. I'm just an ordinary person. Why do you have to pay attention to me so much?"

Eureka winced at the loud noise the chairs made as they tumbled down. She was more worried that Alistair had caused a loud commotion more so than him actually injured.
A professor came in, a stern look hardened by age, entered.
"The noise?" He mumbled, looking quite agitated so early in the morning. Eureka looked almost apologetic, and the man looked to Alistair. "There are classes going on. I am teaching a class. Do not be disruptive," he chastised, looking at Eureka one last time, who bowed her head, and left to his own lecture room next door. Eureka waited there for a long time, watching the door, as she stood very still. After a minute, she trotted to the now cursing Alistair, shaking her head.

"I told you," she noted, fixing one of the chairs and setting it aside. She then leaned over, holding her hand out. "Your exuberance gets the best out of you." She sighed, looking at the mess he had made. Class would start in a couple minutes, and yet Alistair could manage to create such a sight. Out of her own kindness, she helped Alistair clean up before someone saw her with him.

Eureka frowned, seeing as how his absurdity still continued even after falling. This guy was surely a lunatic, a stalker. Why was she always around him, then? She could've left, she could've waited outside. But no, she was here helping him set up chairs and talking to him like a fool. She moved, giving another sigh before stopping, putting a hand on her waist.
"Now stop. I've had it with your wild behavior. Please, at least domesticate yourself a little? You give me a headache," she murmured, giving him a weird look, one of annoyance yet a little hurt. She moved a second later, putting on of the chairs back where it was supposed to be.

"Hurry up. People will start co-"

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh......." The door slammed, alarming Eureka who looked up with a scared look, like a deer before headlights.
The professor hobbled to the front of class, obviously caught up in his own mess and looking a little late as he poured whatever he was holding onto his desk. He gave a lofty exhale of air before looking up, his brows furrowing as he eyed Alistair and Eureka amidst a cluster of chairs.
"What is this?" He asked, a little confused. He was usually a very outgoing teacher, yet he obviously had an awful morning. So of course it was reasonable that he had such a face, one with messy hair and stubble, his eyes full of questioning and his brows furrowed.

Eureka didn't say anything and just stood there. He looked like he was waiting for an answer. Eureka startled herself, and glanced around before her eyes elevated to the professor's eye level.
"Umm...The custodian forgot to put the chairs back. I was just helping out," she lied, her voice slow as she bent to pick up a chair, and move it back to its place. Hopefully Alistair would go along with it; Eureka didn't like anything that would mix up her image or reputation. She did not want to be likened to the likes of Alistair, who was known for his shenanigans. How would that effect her dream in the future? She knew he was not beneficial, so she avoided him on a constant basis.