Welcome to ETU Freshmen. Each year we like to start things off with a sort of get together that we call a Sweet Lodge. Here we will have general introductions before being assigned a much smaller group for some personal experience with one of our Seniors. Followed by a shindig.
Go ravens!
A faded Green Lantern shirt and holey jeans barely contain this young woman's girth. Yet despite her weight, she exudes pure, unadulterated confidence, and offers a rakish grin and a wink from her stormy grey eyes to any attractive girls who happen to be walking by. A ragged red beanie covered in pins from a variety of fandoms, most of which seem to belong to Doctor Who and Deadpool, sits atop her head, and her eyes drink in every detail around her.
A short Indian (not native american) girl, her long dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, stands to the side of the room, peering nervously at the crowd of new students. She is wearing a short summer dress over faded jeans and sneakers.
Dot. I'll put up a better post a little later, just don't want to lose this one.
The tall, skinny American Indian Kid entered the crowded room a bit winded, and a little late. He quickly removed his worn straw cowboy hat when instructed to at the door. He was dressed all in camouflage, but if you looked closely you could see it was worn and patched a few times. His combat boots had also seen their better days, but he seemed fairly well groomed. He found a position in the crowd, slouched to hide his height, and pushed his horn rim glasses up from where they had slid down his nose. The worn patch on his fatigue jacket read "Malone". Anyone looking closely would see his dark brown eyes were perhaps a bit overly intense, and the small white scar on his right cheek spoke of some childhood injury. He doesn't seek out eye contact, but never breaks if if someone else instigates it.
The broad-shouldered Texas boy in an ETU Ravens jacket grins. He's in his element. Swanning around the room like he's running for office, slapping backs and shaking hands and letting folks - especially faculty - know just who his Daddy is. It's not hard to remind them - everyone knows the Dean is his Daddy's old frat brother and frequent golfing buddy, and Reedus Petrochemical is, well, Reedus Petrochemical.
Eventually, the crowd begins to thin, and Jeff Reedus searches for more folks to butter up. His eyes alight briefly on the obese girl in the beanie, and he shudders and turns away from her. That's when he spots a willowy young thing with dark skin and a frightened expression on her face. He grins again. Well now, who do we have here...?
He approaches the girl, striding confidently like a cowboy hero. "Well hey there, darlin'," he says, turning the old Reedus charm up full-blast. "I'm Jeff. New here?"
Jen, having nothing better to do, decides to mess with the absolutely annoying, irritating jock that seems to be lecherous enough to make some of her video game characters blush. And now he was antagonizing that poor, shy girl.
She strides up to him casually, gives an all-white smile and says with no discernible accent, "What? Don't like what you see?"
Jeff turns to the large woman, frowning. "You askin' me if I like a complete stranger hollerin' in my face for no reason? 'Cause the answer is no, I do not." He gestures at the dark-skinned girl. "I was about to do the gentlemanly thing and offer to show this young lady around the campus. Pardon me for bein' so direct, honey, but in what universe is that your business?"
Jen, still smiling sweetly, says, "Well, my business is to keep leches like you from preying on nervous, young girls like her who'll be too ashamed to tell anybody else what you did to her. And before you fluster out a response, must I remind you that the whole purpose of the 'Sweat Lodge' thing was to introduce people to the campus, so why don't you let the people whose job it is to do that do them, and go prey on somebody else."
After a moment's contemplation, Jen follows up with "Or I'll be forced to sit on you."
Mattie blushes a little and, looking up at the tall man swallows, about to reply, when a large girl interrupts. As the two begin their argument she seems to almost shrink away but then, when the big girl threatens to sit on him, she cant help but giggle and then, in an unmistakably English accent turns to Jen. "Um,.. No, its OK,... really. He was just introducing himself. Um,... I'm um,... you can call me Mattie"
Jen gives a genuine smile towards Mattie and replies, "Nice to meetcha, Mattie. And this guy wasn't introducing himself. Well, he was, but with the intention of grabbing your ass and possibly more later. Trust me, I've seen lots of his type back up in Seattle, trying to 'get some' with some of the cuter girls in my gang. Not a street gang, but, you know, nerd gang. Which isn't really a gang. What do you call a conglomeration of nerds? A squee?"
She then thinks for a moment, "Wait... Mattie? Mattie Chandra? I think we're roomies!"
Then turning back towards the jock, she gives him a stern look and says, "Git. Go on, official roomie business. Go butter up somebody else and/or hit on some other girl. What are you, running for election?"
Jeff throws his hands up. "Alright, alright, you win." He nods at the Indian girl. "Nice to meet you, Mattie. See y'all around the campus."
He walks off, quietly seething. If that damn heifer hadn't'a come waddlin' up...
Mattie smiles at Jen as Jeff retreats. "So you'd be, um, Jen then I guess? Nice to meet you!" she says, reaching forward to shake hands. "Yeah, I kinda knew that he wasn't really being nice but, you know, English. Avoiding conflict is kind've a thing with us. So, umm,... anyway. Do you know anybody here? I'm from New York, well London really, but New York for the last couple of years, so i don't know anyone."
Jen firmly grasps Mattie's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Yeah, you might want to tone done that accent a little. It's a MAJOR turn on for me and a bunch of other people. For some reason, Americans, after breaking free of Britain over 200 years ago, are still enamored with the English. As for knowing people, yeah, no dice. Glad I don't, too. I grew up in Seattle. Very hipsterish. C'mon, let's grab some grub!" Jen begins pulling Mattie towards the buffet. She may have noticed that Jen had already eaten a massive amount of food.
Mattie follows Jen towards the buffet watching, somewhat bemusedly as the large girl piles her plate with food and following with her own plate onto which she places a much smaller amount of food, consisting mostly of vegetarian options. Conspicuously she does, however, place a beef slider amongst the leafy greens. Seeing Jen's surprise she grins and shrugs."Yeah, I'm mostly a vegetarian but I make an exception for beef." she says. "Don't want to be too much of a stereotypical Indian. You know?"
Colt, as usual keeps to himself, and watches the brief interplay between the big girl, the Indian girl, and the cheesy jock. Just as he prepared to intercede he noticed that the big girl seems to have defused the situation. He simply shrugs and makes his way to the buffet line. Not to close to the front, not to near the end, and takes a modest portion, before looking for somewhere non-descript to consume his meal.
Jen firmly grasps Mattie's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Yeah, you might want to tone done that accent a little. It's a MAJOR turn on for me and a bunch of other people. For some reason, Americans, after breaking free of Britain over 200 years ago, are still enamored with the English. As for knowing people, yeah, no dice. Glad I don't, too. I grew up in Seattle. Very hipsterish. C'mon, let's grab some grub!" Jen begins pulling Mattie towards the buffet. She may have noticed that Jen had already eaten a massive amount of food.
"Ha! When I took a trip to India when I was fifteen, I found that the best people I have ever met were 'stereotypical Indians!' Nice place, but I couldn't live there," Jen says. "All the heat, the constant fear of malaria, and the cows EVERYWHERE!"
"As for vegetarianism, I support the lifestyle, but-" she rubs her belly, which jiggles extensively, "-I have to maintain my figure!"