Post by Felicity Tennessen on Jun 1, 2010 23:23:11 GMT -4
FELICITY NAOMI TENNESSEN
....the mask
Your Name: I'm Kevlar, yo.
Where did you find us?: Random surfing.
How long have you been roleplaying?: Too long.
Password: admin edit!
...basic character information
Birth Name: Felicity Naomi Tennessen
Nickname
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Grade: 12th
Birth date: February 15th
Program: Bachelor of Arts
Major: Psychology
Animal Identity: Bengal Tiger
...personality
Likes:
[*] the color black
[*] the power of seduction
[*] being in control
[*] planning
[*] shapeshifting
[*] being different
[*] submission of others
[*] being the center of attention
[*] folklore
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Dislikes:
[*] psychiatrists
[*] doctors
[*] boundaries
[*] natural beauty
[*] sympathy
[*] pity
[*] women in general
[*] people who don't believe her
[*] optimism
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Fears:
[*] being called out
[*] reality check
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Strengths:
[*] Appealing
[*] Persuasive
[*] Intelligent
[*] Dominant
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Weaknesses:
[*] Batshit insane
[*] Stubborn
[*] Bitter
[*] Uptight
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Overall:
Assessment approved by Head of Psychology, Dr. Stewart Lawrence Travis Ph.D. Assessment conducted on January 3rd, 2001, 10:44 a.m. Conducted in room 18 of Aurora Vista del Mar Hospital. The following assessment was conducted with full permission of the subject, Felicity Naomi Tennessen. The case was updated on February 9th, 2010 in the same location, the meeting having previously been instigated by the subject.
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Felicity Tennessen, twelve years of age. Average height, average weight, brunette. Although the subject does seem to be of average health, the subject claims to have the ability to transform and shapeshift into the form of a dragon, crow, and various other animals. The interview that follows is the documentation of the conversation that followed.
[italics indicate notes recorded on notepad]
So, you're twelve years old then? Let's chat about that. Do you find it hard to be twelve years old with young parents? Tell me about your parents.
The units? Well, they're just like any other parents I guess. Although they are kind of more annoying than usual. Like, have you ever had a really annoying friend who doesn't leave you alone and demands to know everything about your life because she thinks she's in charge of everything? Yeah, that's what my parents are like. They don't care what I do but they're really strict about making sure that I tell them what time I'm going to be back. It's really freaking annoying because they're hypocritical about everything! They tell me not to go out to parties and then they drink and then they tell me not to talk to boys and I come home and they're...doing the dirty!
Well, have you ever tried to ask them about why you can't do what they do? Have you ever considered that they might not just be trying to steal all your fun?
What? No! They're completely out to get me! It's so freaking annoying because they don't want to look at how I might feel about something! I can't even talk about this anymore! Change the subject. Right now.
Subject is showing obvious signs of anger. Seems to show bitterness for the hypocrisy of her parents. Anger seems to be building. Subject looks to get easily irritated by small things and doesn't desire to look on the other side of the situation.
Okay, I'm sorry. We'll talk about something else. How about school? How is school? What do you think of the students?
School sucks. I don't really like to learn about random stuff that I won't learn later. The only thing that I like about school is the fact that I get to be around tons and tons of people and I get to tell tons of stories. Sometimes I kind of make things up so that they seem more interesting, but as long as we're having fun, what's the problem, yknow?
Subject shows disinterest in school. Seems to enjoy being the center of attention and fabricating information to make herself seem more interesting. Common in females of this age, yet she talks as if she elaborates to a point that others begin to ignore her, further causing her to elaborate and make her more of a spectacle of herself.
Well, how about your friends? What do they think of you?
Well, how should I know? I'm not in the minds of my peers, am I? I know that I'm a fun person to be around and that they like when I make jokes about other people and don't mind when I make fun of them to their face. They think it's this big joke but, in actuality, I really do dislike them. Hate is a strong word, but..well. yeah.
Subject seems to be showing unnecessary aggression to her peers. Possible from earlier ridicule from these peers one her occasions of 'transformation'. This aggression in social terms has been noted and will be broached upon later. Subject also seems to show a passionate dislike for the majority of the student body around her. Further examination is needed to assess the cause of this pent-up anger.
Now, I know you're pretty young but I guess girls around you are beginning to talk about boys. Do you have any interest in this subject?
Of course I have interest in boys. I wouldn't be a real person if I didn't! Although, in my defense, I shouldn't be trying to chase after boys after the way they seem to treat me. But I don't care if they mock me. I know what I am and who I am and I've accepted myself. If they don't agree, then they can go home by themselves, right? My mom is always telling me to be myself but my dad is also telling me that the way I act isn't myself and it isn't normal. I don't care. I think I'm myself and I'm sticking with it.
Subject seems to become defensive on the subject of the opposite gender, almost as if trying to hide something. She hints that the opposite gender has mocked her for her 'condition' and that she continues going back to them anyway. However, the quick change of subject from that of teenage boys back to her parents and normality and her condition give away that she wants the approval of her parents more than anything.. Subject does not seem willing to admit this, however.
You shouldn't write when I'm trying to tell you something; it's rude.
I'm sorry. Please continue.
Like I was saying, boys are okay. Some of the girls have boyfriends or whatever but I guess I don't see anything all that interesting? At this age, they're all about fart jokes and sixty nine and anything having to do with sports. And if they aren't like that, they're perverts who try to grab other girls. Most of us aren't dumb so we don't fall for any of it. It's really annoying and I don't want to have to deal with it. The cocky ones are the worst, with their stupid 'I'm the best' mentality. I hate guys like that. The quiet, nice ones are the best kind because they let you talk as much as you want and don't argue or disagree or anything.
Subject has begun to open up, revealing more about a possibility at romance as well as contemplations on sensual tension of students under the age of thirteen. Maturity is shown beyond her years on the relationships between pre—teenagers as well as the development of boys before or after girls. Shows a particular dislike for dominant males, seeming to prefer submission in others rather than not being in control, feeding into her constant need to be the center of attention.
During the conversation held between the subject and her assessor on the 9th of February 2010, the conversation was not recorded because of the expressed desire of the subject that 'if notes had to be taken, please do it afterwards. I don't want to be talking to a clipboard.' All notes that follow are the observations of the assessor.
Felicity has made a very good improvement since leaving Aurora Vista del Mar (AVdM). Since her departure eight years ago, she has matured into a slightly-sophisticated young woman. Her transformations have been occurring the same amount as before although not from small instances such as losing a pencil. She informed me on the passing of her parents under extraordinary circumstances. She's convinced that she was the cause of their death with a misplaced transformation. After the interview was conducted, our contact with the police department confirmed that it was a bear attack. She told me of her various escapades as a dancer at the local night club and karaoke bar. She functions as a regular and enjoys the company of men, although, just as we had predicted in her first assessment, she is a dominant female with desire only for shy boys who don't seem to know what the female body is like. She is currently enrolled at Shifter Academy, a school known only for its mysterious circumstances. We wish only the best for Felicity and hope that the next time we see her that she doesn't transform anymore.
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...appearance
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Celebrity Play By: Scarlett Johansson
Appearance:
Standing at a classy 5 foot 9 with plenty of sass to match, Felicity Tennessen is a femme fatale. A blond bombshell. And one hell of a good time. Although for a girl with such prominent feelings, Felicity doesn't dress properly. She wears clothing that is frumpy and boring and sometimes gives off the feeling of possibly being bi-polar. Her brown lumpy sweaters and too-big jeans are often paired with a pair of out-of-style clogs that no one has seen since the 1960's when they were first (and last) in style. Felicity's fashion sense is lacking, although you wouldn't be able to tell that by her closet. Because of the way she's organized her things, Felicity has her clothing separated into night and day wear. The clothes that she wears to school and the clothes she wears out in public are two different sections. So at school, while she looks like the kid who can't afford a good concealer, she's the sassiest, most heavily made up and best looking girl at the club, not four hours later. As the night approaches, Felicity's harder and more feminine side begins to show and that's when the scandelous red dress without back and the three inch heels all come out.
With heels on that make her nearly six feet, Felicity's walk has to be something that leaves an impression on other people. She primarily walks with her hips, swaying back and forth with determined purpose and slow, deliberate steps as she gets to her place. She doesn't run and she doesn't jog; she simply walks everywhere. Even being late, she can walk in slowly and not seemed phased for being late to a class, to work, or anywhere else. Fee's view on the world is fairly limited. She has one opinion of people and that ususally never stops. She's a fan of holding grudges and so, when staring out at the world with her with her dark green eyes, she sees a world fulll of greed and malice and plenty of room for judgement. She doesn't think positively on most things and can sometimes be the "Debbie Downer" of the group.
Fee's body is one to be rivaled of to many girls. She's skinny and she's proud of it, often wearing skin-tight dresses that show off her lack of body fat when she's out on the town. Her face is oval shaped with plump, pouty lips that only wear chapstick when she's doing anything insignificant. Her hair generally stays just past shoulder length, an elegantly curly mess that can be straightened with enough time and effort. Her ears are pierced once and only once, allowing her to wear simple or elegant earrings if she feels like it. Her nose is long and angular, turning up at the end just a little bit. She styles her eyebrows fairly nice, making sure they aren't too thick or wide. Her eyes are a little bit smaller than thought to be average but she makes up for it with her generous chest size, something that isn't prominent while she's at school but made very public when she's in other places.
Felicity isn't a very good tiger. Like, she's pretty bad at it. Mostly because she thinks that she's a dragon when she's actually a tiger so it could potentially pose a problem. She doesn't eat very well so she's definitely not the typical 450 pounds that average, well-fed tigers are. She's skinnier than most and under-developed for her age range. Her body is riddled with scratches and bruises from when she's mis-used her body with the belief that she's a dragon. The psychological problem lies in the fact that Felicity doesn't believe she transforms into a tiger but, instead, a dragon who can spit flamming green fire and crush things with a single blow. Some tigers could do that. (No tigers that she knew of.) But she wasn't one of them. She was orange with black stripes thrown on and long white whiskers extending from her face that still retained those bright green eyes to watch and wait for anything that passed and moved. [/size]
...history
Parents:
(mother) - Haley Tennessen (nee Clarke), deceased
(father) - Joshua James Tennessen, deceased
Siblings: N/A
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I'm sure that you've all heard of Ten Thousand Million, right? Well, that's just his stage name. Behind the stage, he goes by Joshua James Tennessen. His stage name, however, gives no indication to the kind of salary that he makes. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Joshua didn't make a lot of money but he did end up being fairly successful, if in other ways. He came from humble beginning to slowly make his way to the almost-top. His parents were a headmaster and headmistress at two opposing prestigious, college preparatory schools. He attended the school in which his father taught at, the more artistic of the two. As college decisions began to roll around in the middle of his senior year, it was then that Joshua found his passion. The only thing he had been looking for that would set him for the rest of his life. Spoken singing. That's right. Joshua Tennessen had decided to become a rapper. Not one that was a joke or for comedy; a legit rapper. He was planning to speak and express his opinions of the world and his life in the form of spoken song. Growing up in Las Vegas, Nevada, he was completely sure that he could succeed. Of course, as an eighteen year old, polo-prepping, Chinos'-struttin, white male trying to make it in a business where so many young men try to do the same, he had a hard time standing out. His parents, of course, didn't approve of the idea but they had to support their only child in his efforts to reach stardom.
With his goal in mind, Joshua finished high school with flying colors and absolutely no intention of going to college. The summer following his senior year, he took up the suburbs of Las Vegas by storm. He slowly became the word on the street with all the pre-teenage girls who loved him and the teenage boys who wanted to be him. The mothers approved because he wasn't vulgar and the fathers approved because he was athletic and manly in expressing his feelings. On one particular night, nearing the end of the righteous summer he had had, he was to be performing before an audience a bit bigger than usual at the local night club, one of the smaller scale ones. There just so happened to be, on that very night, a group of giggling fourteen and fifteen year old girls, all giddy to have been let into a club with the pounds of slathered make-up on. Among the group was a young, pretty, very much illegal, fourteen year old Haley Clarke, one of the more popular girls as a freshman in the local public high school. She had more than enough friends surrounding her as they laughed and joked around about picking up cute boys that didn't look all that old. It wasn't before long that she set her sights on the performer on stage. She asked around a bit until she found out his stage name of Ten Thousand Million. He was everything she wanted in a man: older, mysterious, dangerous, confident, cocky, intelligent, and attractive. She announced to her girlfriends that she had set her sights on him and wasn't giving up until she had him.
And she had him, alright. With her friends covering for her mysterious disappearance off with the new rapper, he took her back to him apartment, having previously becoming wasted out of his mind in celebration of a good show. She was fairly experienced for a fourteen year old, but the fact that she'd had a shot too many meant that she was a little woozy as well and forgot about some of the more important things. Like STDs or pregnancy. Luckily she didn't get a disease! Not so luckily, she got pregnant at the age of fourteen and had to break it to her parents a few weeks later when she began having the morning sickness. Her parents were angry beyond recognition but Joshua was already on top of things (if you'll forgive the pun). He wanted to take care of her and the child and wasn't going to abandon her. Instead, he gave up his career as a rapper and put away the golden chains, swearing that he would be dedicating himself to the family from that point on. After the baby was born, they named her Felicity Naomi Tennessen, after Haley's great great grandmother. With their one year old daughter watching on, with large blinking blue eyes, sixteen year old drop out Haley Clarke married twenty-one year old ex-rapper Joshua Tennessen. As a mutual decision, they decided that one child was enough and Haley had to mature from giggly teenager to grown, adult wife within a span of two years. The house they bought was funded by both families who seemed to get along fairly well even with the unusual circumstances.
They settled down to live their life as husband and wife with the constant support of his family as well as her's, whom were both successful lawyers. Las Vegas, however, was becoming a bit too big to have a nice, peaceful life so, instead, they moved to Los Angeles. Just as big, if not bigger, the nightlife seemed to calm down a little bit as they rented an apartment near the suburbs. Felicity (or Fee as she was more affectionately called) didn't grow up like any other child. She wasn't loud or rude or annoying. She liked to sit by herself and play with her dolls or do a puzzle or draw. She liked doing solitary things. Haley, however, slowly began to wonder what was wrong with her child. She couldn't, not even with temptations from puzzles and similar things, get her daughter to talk. Fee just...didn't speak. And Haley soon became worried that, as the years went on, she didn't have the ability to speak. That she would never get to hear the voice of her daughter. When she expressed these worries to her husband, he shrugged it off and said that she was an intelligent, growing child. It would happen eventually. Haley couldn't have it. At six years old, she should have been a walking, talking machine. Her girlfriends, slowly beginning to finish college, were flying over to L.A. to come visit the child. And Haley didn't know how to make her daughter talk. She wasn't even a screamer! She didn't throw hissy-fits when she didn't get her way, she didn't cry when she got hurt, she was just an all-around confusion to Haley who soon began to turn her worry into fear and anger.
How dare she? How dare she refuse to talk for anyone? Who did she think she was, acting high and mighty above all the other kids? It was rude and inconsiderate for her to simply sit there and stare when people or teachers directed questions at her. It wasn't long before Haley found out that her daughter had, in fact, been speaking, but it was to one of the male teachers that she seemed to feel close to; although she wasn't close enough to her family to talk to them. He'd taken her in, in a way, to shelter her from others who tried to demand for her to speak. No one really knows what went on when she fled into his arms after a class at the nursery and nor will anyone ever know because Fee is keeping her mouth shut. One thing is for sure though: Haley was enraged. Her daughter had, in fact, been keeping secrets! A six year old! It was absolutely unacceptable! She pulled her daughter from the nursery school, and quit her job to begin homeschooling the child. Joshua was forced to take up two jobs to provide money for the family, leaving Haley alone with their only daughter. Things got worse, however. At seven, Fee began to avoid interaction with her parents. Dealing with the separation from, what she felt like, the only family she had in her nursery teacher, she completely shut up. It was then that Haley took to taking her daughter into her room and using a belt until her daughter would speak. Fee soon learned that she was not allowed to remain quiet anymore and she sought to be the center of attention wherever she went, subconsciously fearing the beating she would receive if she didn't make herself known to everyone.
Joshua, although living with them, was ignorant to the going-on in his house. He ignored the lines and welts on his daughter's body, claiming that she was only a klutzy child who couldn't keep her balance long enough to walk in a straight line. The beatings let up when Fee hit middle school. She made High Honors at school and was elected to the student council. She enrolled in as much activities as she could, it wasn't enough. She continued to put more and more loads of things onto her back so that she wouldn't have to be home as often and soon she broke under the enormous amounts of pressure she put on herself. She let loose one day in the middle of a student council meeting (which were not really student council meetings because there isn't much that a fourth grader can do to affect the school), she suddenly broke, screaming about how she couldn't take the amounts of pressure that everyone put onto her. With a deafening scream that sent shivers up everyone's' spines, Fee sentenced herself to a condition that would stay with her for a very long time, one that would give her the belief that she had shapeshifted in front of everyone and, with anger coursing through her veins, she went on a rampage. The problem with this kind of situation is that Fee doesn't remember what she does when she shapeshifts. It's as if something else has taken over her body and has complete control and she succumbs to it, allowing it to destroy anything that comes into its path.
Fee's parents were contacted and, when Fee denied the possibility of it being true (she didn't want to be hit again, of course), her parents dropped it. She was allowed to stay in school with occasional callings back to her parents about disruptive behavior that he daughter had while at school. And although the school was beginning to see it as a serious psychological problem, Haley and Joshua seemed to ignore it completely, denying it just as much as Fee seemed to be. She was finally wrangled into a meeting with a guidance counselor who, after a brief overview of Fee's world and gaps in her memory, made the connections and informed Fee that she thought she had the ability to shapeshift. Entranced by this newly found power, Fee began to practice getting angry so that she could shift on purpose. The power she was beginning to feel was extraordinary and she wanted to share it with someone. On a particular night, when she was working on honing her skills, her mother walked in on her daughter in the process of standing on top of her bed, clothes off and arms flailing around wildly. If she hadn't grabbed her daughter and slapped her until she came to, there was no way to tell what she could have accomplished. After seeing this display at the age of twelve, Joshua and Haley made the executive decision to send their daughter to an institute so that she could possibly get some help and maybe get better. Leaving school at twelve years old is difficult, especially when trying to inform the school as to why you're taking your child out.
After paying an extensive amount of money for treatment at Aurora Vista del Mar located in Los Angeles, they dropped their only child off in the month of June, just before her thirteenth birthday for an extended stay of one year to see how she would do. Fee doesn't discuss her experience in the hospital but, one year later to the date; she was released into the arms of her waiting parents who thanked the doctors extensively. They had given her a full bill of health, declaring that she would no longer have any 'transformations'. In celebration of their daughter's return, the family went up on a hiking trip in the middle of July to see the rocky expanse of Arizona on a popular tourist campground. After hiking up for a few days, they were settling in for the night when a sound outside the tent made Haley and Fee wake up, although Joshua was out like a light. They crept cautiously outside, looking around until they saw a black bear pushing through their food, looking for something to eat. He'd obviously been accustomed to stealing food from humans but he didn't feel like the trivialities of asking for it. Haley, amazed out of her mind, crept forward to give some food to the bear and prevent him from eating all of their supplies. Fee hissed at her mother to come back and leave the bear alone. It was at that point that Joshua woke up suddenly, stumbling out of the tent and yelling about how he needed to use the restroom. The bear, suddenly surprised to see a group of three humans turned on them, approaching. Fee had ignored the attack and could fear anger rising up from inside of her. Her mother had ignored her advice and now they would suffer! After about fifteen minutes in which Fee still can't remember, her parents lay on the ground, slashes through them with a bear lying on the side, gashes through his own stomach.
She'd slain it. She'd slain it and she'd slain her parents with her mighty power! Her anger had prevailed! She'd saved herself from a black bear attack and there was no one she could brag to! That's okay. She was happy with just having the idea that her shapeshifting was real. She wasn't a liar and she wasn't crazy; she really could shapeshift and she now had proof. After reporting it to the appropriate people, she blamed it on the bear although she knew completely in her head that there was no way the bear could have killed her parents. She had turned into a raging /dragon/ for God's sake. She'd killed them and she was proud of herself. Her self-confidence boosted and she went through the next couple of years, living on a high of self-esteem. Her aunt, the guardian she was entrusted to, didn't want anything to do with the psychotic child. She accepted her into her home but didn't allow her to do anything with the house such as paint her room or put up posters. It didn't matter anyway. By the time that Fee was completely and totally secure in herself, she'd turned sixteen, had her own job and had her own car, therefore basically self-sufficient away from her aunt. She'd missed two grades though, the two grades that her mother had made her homeschool for so when she was in school, she chose to enroll where she needed to be, rather than based on age. When she found out about Shifter Academy, she broke away from her aunt and enrolled as a dragon shape-shifter, determined that she would get the attention and control that she desired. She functions as a regular student with few extracurricular activities and two part time jobs at Heaven's Spa and Erosion Night Club as one of the dancers.
...connecting human to animal
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Well, Felicity thinks she can morph into a dragon which pretty much causes death and destruction wherever it wanders, transferring to her need for dominance over any situation. As a tigress, however, Felicity is just as territorial as a female tiger. SHe doesn't enjoy having to share or allowing other people to walk over her. She's a dominant and independt woman, often known for going off on her own when no one else is looking. Like the solitary tigress, she's independent and mysterious but always fierce.
...literacy
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"Shit." The deep voice said, jerking his hand back from the very hot stove. He held his hand up to his mouth, sucking on his finger as he stared down at the stove, almost contemplating on kicking it if there hadn't been kitchen staff swarming around him. They'd allowed him in earlier that morning mostly because he was fairly nice to them. After all, it was a general rule of thumb not to mess with the people who made your food. He stood over the stove as one of the cooks walked past, grinning widely. "Ya get burned?" He asked, pointing at the stove. "You've got it too hot man for your purposes." He leaned in and turned down the stove top. "Now go ahead." Liam looked over at him, frowning slightly as he looked down at the stove. "You're sure?" He asked hesitantly, looking at the sizzling stove. "Look kid, ya want me to do this? 'Cause I can." The cook said, looking at the counter with the mess of materials Liam had thrown together.
"No, I've got it." Liam replied hastily, waving his off. "If I need your help again, I'll ask, okay?" He asked, getting more than a litter frustrated. He'd already had trouble throwing all the ingredients together, as exhibited by the huge splotches of mix on his dark brown shirt. The shirt was much too large for him, a clear hand-me-down from his mother. His jeans were faded capris with white streaks down the sides, also a hand-me-down from one of his older sisters. It'd been in style years ago...for women. He rubbed his hands on the sides of his jeans and then turned to the bowl he had mixed the pancake mix in. He began to pour varying sizes of pancakes onto the pan which sizzle and hissed at the presence of the new batter. After he had filled most of the pan up with the pancakes, he turned on the stove for the other grill-thing and put a pan on top of it. He flicked some water on it as he waited for it to fizz and allow him to spray his nonstick spray. He turned to the pancakes and carefully flipped them over so that they could cook on the other side. After doing that, he tossed some pieces of raw bacon on the other pan, watching them sizzle. He tossed them around a bit until they were finished and then flipped them on a plate.
When the pancakes were done, he tossed them on another plate, putting them on the counter next to the other things he had to work on. He tossed the soaked piece of toast onto the empty pan, letting it sizzle. He sprinkled a thin layer of sugar over it and then flipped it over, putting a layer of sugar on the other side. He flipped it over one more time before tossing it on the same plate as the bacon. He repeated it with three more pieces of toast, putting it with the bacon as well. He looked around to see if he had anything else he had to cook. After he had cleared the stove of the dishes (careful not to hold them by his bare hands) he moved around to start cleaning up his materials. "Don't worry about that, big boy. We'll handle it." One of the older cooks said, patting him on his mid-back. "Really? Thanks very much!" He said, taking three of the small Tupperware containers and putting his food inside. Grabbing a few condiments, he stuffed it into a cooler bag, similar to a picnic basket. He put the other container of fresh fruit that he'd haphazardly chopped earlier.
After another minute of thinking, he smiled to the cooks, thanking them for allowing him to use the kitchen and left the cafeteria, heading for the student lounge. The smell radiating from the bag at his side caused a few people to stare and some of his friends to ask if they could have some. Liam merely grinned, shaking his head. The food was to share with Lia which he'd been planning to meet her around ten o'clock. He glanced down at his watch, nodding his head. About 9:45, so he had a little more time. He sped up his walk though and eventually reached the lounge. There were only a few people there so he didn't worry about bothering them. He looked around, wondering if Lia was already there or if he was going to have to wait and set everything up while he waited for her to get there.
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