Thursday, April 19, 2007

UNIVERSITY COMMON

Masters glanced at his Rolex as he stepped into the elevator. Was it really already that late? His psychology prof was going to kill him.
Masters was a first year art major, and his science electives were not the most important thing to him. He was a sensitive, mysterious man with a European past - guys like him didn't do science.
As the doors were sliding shut, he heard a feminine voice call for him to hold the door. She sounded sexy, so he complied -- he was running late anyway.
As she slipped into the elevator car, he discovered his initial assumption was correct. She was brunette, rather tall, and was wearing a fabulous suit. Everything about her seemed planned for perfection. She smiled at him as she adjusted her collar, putting her briefcase on the floor.

"Twelfth floor, darling, if you wouldn't mind."

Masters immediately pushed the proper button, but only after the car began moving did he remember to press his own number.

"So, um, are you new here?" There was something about this woman that made him selfconscious and clumsy, feelings extremely foreign to him.

"Indeed I am. And I must say, this move was a good decision if you are any indicator of the quality of men here. You look delectable."

While extremely flattering, the compliment was kind of unnerving given the predatory gleam in her eye.
"Oh, uh, thanks. You look pretty nibble...able...HOT yourself."

She seemed to take a certain pleasure in his discomfort. As the elevator signalled their arrival at her floor, she swept her eyes over him. He felt sweat gather under his collar. The doors closed behind her and Masters gulped in a rather large serving of air. As intimidating as she was, he felt drawn to her. She was hot alright, but he couldn't help wondering -- what had happened to her eye, that she needed a patch to cover it?



Alright, so that is it. Shorter than usual, but there is a bonus -- I have casted the characters that have been introduced! Rejoice! It took forever, and there may still be some recasting. Way more respect for directors. It says something about how in-tune I am with my age group in that alot of the characters came from me resorting to stealing them from high-school type shows I've heard of.

Kassandra
Irene (picture the eyepatch)
Masters
Aureoll
Trisha