Distractions [Flynn]

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise hadn't always spent a ton of time in the student lounge, but as she became more comfortable with Hammel and more able to block out the thoughts of her fellow students, Eloise was more able to spend time around them. The lounge was nice too - a good place to people watch and get some work done when the library was too quiet. (She didn't want to fall asleep on top of her homework like Monroe. That's just embarrassing.)Plus, her hair was amazingly curly today, and she couldn't let the look go without being seen.

Today, after class, Eloise decided to make herself comfortable in a corner of the lounge and work on an essay she was assigned. She was hoping that somebody she knew would be in the lounge to distract her from the work that she wasn't too excited about doing, but she had no such luck. There were students there, just none that Eloise had known.

She sat in the corner of the room in a big armchair, and broke out her notebook with a sigh. Leaning her cheek on her hand she began to scrawl an outline of her essay, her notebook balanced perfectly on the arm of the chair. The boredom she felt was clear in her face, but her hand kept moving in a vain effort to push herself through the assignment. She had to fight the urge to pull out her sketch book and sketch instead, or go look for someone to talk to. Though every now and then she'd look up to see if somebody she knew had found their way into the lounge. Still no luck.

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Flynn kind of liked going into the student lounge. It was the perfect place to plop down and to observe other students making funny faces while they weren’t aware of it, too deep in thoughts when it came to assignments. Some even picked their noses, bit their pencils… All the good stuff. Another aspect that he adored was the fact that it was where he gathered all his fans. He was sure everyone loved to look at him. Some were very skilled when it came to being subtle to the extent that he could never catch them paying attention to him, but he still knew he was the center of their world.

Given ego boosts were never abundant or out of place, the panda shifter opted to venture into the lounge. He stepped in with his head held high while blue eyes darted from one admirer to the other. Oh yeah, they were clearly trying to play it cool. Flynn could handle that. It was okay. Emerging further, his gaze still drifted. Who should he enlighten with some personal attention today? Of course it would end up being a girl since they tended to flail to their friends about how awesome he was and that’s how the entire school ended up adoring him. Plus, a cute one. Like the blonde in the corner. That decision brought a grin to his face as he adjusted his shirt before stepping over to Eloise.

“Writing a journal entry about how the love of your life just stepped into the room?” Flynn had a lighthearted smile on his face though. He figured that question could hold a lot of truth, but he also knew not everyone would take it in a good way. Plus, it was filled with self-flattery. “Because you’re writing with a lot of passion.” That part was sarcastic, but he still kept the smile, hoping it would maintain a good impression.

[Eloise Eaton]

His voice was one she didn't recognize, and she was sure she wouldn't forget. It was laced with self-confidence and ego. She would have recognized it had she met him before. Her green eyes tore away from the notebook, and up toward the brunette smiling smugly before her. She definitely hadn't met him before. And he definitely thought he was hot stuff. Just the look on his face and the way he adressed Eloise was enough to tell her that. She didn't even have to look into the thoughts that would confirm her suspicion.

"It's an essay on post-modern french warfare..." Eloise corrected smartly, a sharp twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her lips, "We're a passionate people." She let her accent thicken as she 'explained' herself. She was only about 25% French, as far as she knew, but it was where she was raised, mainly. Even though the essay was quite boring, she did feel like she had a duty to know the material. That would be the only reason she could see that the boy would believe her to be writing with passion. More like trying to get it done as soon as humanly possible.

Though now, with the boy hovering over her, she may be forced to slow down. "Are you waiting for me to compliment you? Kiss your feet? Worship the ground you walk on?" Eloise asked without lifting her eyes from her work, still managing to scrawl a few lines of the assignment in her perfectly sharp cursive handwriting.

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Post-modern French warfare did not sound intriguing at all. The little change in facial expression might have made that obvious, but he was quick to regain the grin on his lips, simply opting to ignore the topic in order to elaborate on Eloise’s second remark. “I like passionate people.” He had a knowing look in his eyes, but he could already tell that this blonde was not going to swoon at his handsomeness. Superficial girls tended to be easy, yet Flynn didn’t mind a harder nut to crack sometimes. It kept him busy and interested… at least for a certain amount of time.

When Eloise asked the questions that seemed to hold some sarcasm, the guy opted to reply in all seriousness. For as far as the grin on his lips didn’t limit this. “That would be nice actually. No rush though. I have time.” With that, he moved for a second to drag over a nearby chair. Flynn plopped down on it in the opposite direction, able to rest folded arms upon the back of it and his chin on top of those. Unless specifically asked to leave, it was doubtful Flynn would catch on to him being abundant right now.

After a brief pause, the panda shifter reached out a hand. “Flynn. Flynn Harper. What’s your name?” While he could have assumed that the pretty blonde might have given in the common courtesy and that she would therefore have given her name either way, he opted to play safe and to ask for it instead.

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise had turned her head back down toward her work, half expecting the boy to slink off in the other direction once ignored. Something about charming boys miffed Eloise. They were never as sincere as they tried to make themselves seem. Ever. And this one was so self centered that his inflated ego was making Eloise feel a bit claustrophobic. When he stuck out his hand for a shake, Eloise's eyes scanned upward again, to briefly stare at Flynn's extended fingers and evaluate her options.

She sighed, knowing that it would be better to just go along for the ride than try and fight it. Plus, Flynn already had the idea in his head that she wasn't superficial (despite her appearance). Luckily for her, Eloise wasn't one of those girls to fall head over heels for the first guy to whistle at her or call her beautiful. She could see past the bright grin and twinkling eyes, and generally handsome exterior. All Eloise saw was a shell thinking I don't mind a harder nut to crack . Eloise had to admit, as much as she hated guys with an attitude like Flynn's - believing he could get whatever girl he wanted and be worshiped for it- she did like winning. And this was not a challenge Flynn Harper was about to win. (It at least seemed a more entertaining prospect than her essay)

Eloise sat back up, and placed her hand in Flynn's, only having hesitated for a moment - barely noticed. "Eloise. Eloise Eaton," she responded, mimicking Flynn's introduction. She let go after a small shake, and closed her notebook as an invitation to talk for a while. "So... may I ask why you've ventured over to the boring corner of the lounge? Other than to flirt shamelessly of course," she asked, a little innocent smirk forming on her lips.