❌ If It Looks Like I'm Laughing I'm Really Just Asking To Leave ❌ (pafp)

I'm in the mood to roleplay an old plot that I haven't in a while. So, your guy and my girl are in their first year of college. Your guy is an amazing student that doesn't do anything wrong. He went to college on scholarships from being smart. He wouldn't disobey his parents. My girl doesn't like rules, goes to parties, has tattoos and piercings, and couldn't give a crap about what her parents think. Somehow they get the same dorm room. They have some classes together. They absolutely hate each other though. Their mutual friends manage to get them to meet at a party and actually talk. I ask that you be semi-literate and active. Anyone want to do it?

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College hadn't even started and 21 year old Sage Walters was already hating it. The classes started on Monday, it being Saturday. She did consider herself smart, even though she didn't make the top of her class. Black ink littered her body in some places, each tattoo having a meaning. One of her favorite tattoos had to be her Misfits tattoo on her under wrist. Her hair was dyed a darkish shade of red. Piercing green eyes were framed by long black lashes. She had a nose rings and a lip ring. Her ears were pierced in many different places. Many people thought of her as an ugly freak. She was quite beautiful though. Her skin wasn't very tan. She had a sharp jawline and cheekbones. She had unpacked earlier in the day. She was currently laying on her bed. She planned on going out later. Music was playing. She wore a black tank top covered by red flannel. Dark navy skinny jeans were snug on her legs. Black combat boots sat by her bed. Her feet moved with the beat.

Sage glanced around the room as Smashing Pumpkins blared from the stereo she had already installed in the room. She had bee nice enough not to put anything on the side of her roommate. She had hung up some posters for random ands. They littered the wall in random orders. She slid her phone out to check the time. 3:02. She still had five more hours until she had to leave for the party. It was an opening night party, one almost every student that was in their right minds would be attending. Standing up, she let a small sigh escape her lips. She had no clue when her roommate would decide to show up. She just prayed that they were like her, not an uptight perfect person. She wouldn't be able to handle someone that wouldn't allow her to play her music or not go to parties with her. She wanted someone to have fun with.

To her, college was all about having fun. She was in college to get better at writing. That wasn't very common among the students, but they did seem to offer the best writing classes. She could draw as well. She slid out her stitch book to look at some old drawings her friends had left her. A small laugh escaped her lips as she looked through the memories. She soon put it back away. The music changed to My Chemical Romance and she turned it up even more. She mouthed along to the words, singing along at some parts.

Sage had stopped singing by that point to hear her new roommate coming in. Now was the moment of truth. She got up and turned down the music to where you could barely hear it. She looked at the guy that stood there. He didn't really seem too much of a goody two shoes. She offered a small smile. " Hi, you must be my roommate. I'm uh Sage, Sage Walters." She introduced herself. The piercing weren't bad and her tattoos were covered up at the moment. She stuck her hand out for him to shake. Her sleeve rolled up some to reveal the one tattoo on her wrist. He didn't seem very happy with the music that was playing. That wasn't good in her opinion. Not very many people she had met were chill with her music. Her parents hadn't actually helped her with much of anything. Her mom and dad were divorced and lived across the country from each other. Her grandma had helped her pay to get into college. She just had a normal mattress that was made with dark grey sheets and a black comforter. White pillows were at the top of the bed.

" Nice to meet you Leo." Sage said softly. There was one thing she could tell by him already; his parents were rich. She just got that vibe from him especially after seeing the new mattress. It looked really nice compared to the one she had. " Literature, what about you?" She inquired. She noticed how he was just getting onto the subject of classes immediately. A soon realization came to her. He really cared about school. ell, there went her having fun and going to parties with her roommate. All she was going to get was bickering about the music volume and yelling to stop staying up late or coming in late. what fun would that all be?

Sage watched his expression after she told him her major. He didn't seem too impressed. She shifted on her feet to where her weight was resting on her right leg. " Uh, Summit, New Jersey." She told him. That was even better, a rich kid from New York City. She had only been there once. She had to go home after an hour or so though because her dad had gotten in trouble. She took a seat back on her bed and sighed softly. Her house back in Summit was one bedroom, two bath. She lived in the basement.

Sage listened to him speaking. " Yeah, Ive been to NYC once too. Pretty busy for my taste. Lot of rich people too." She said. She couldn't help but glance at the photos as he took them out. Clean cut, pristine clothing. Everything was perfect about it. She had some photos out. One was with her dad. The background was not the best. It was their house though. The white paint was chipped. Their clothes weren't perfect and someone dirty. They didn't care though. They were happy in that moment. The other was with her mom. A mobile home was in the background. She and her mom looked a lot alike. She finally moved away from her thoughts. Behind her piercings and tattoos, she was a beautiful person. Even with them she still was. A small smile crept on her lips at the mention of the party. " Of course I'm going. First parties of the year are always the best parties. They start with a bang. And I'm guessing you're going? Willingly or dragged along?" She inquired.

" Hey, cheap beer isn't bad. How does expensive alcohol even taste? I never even knew they made it." Sage admitted. She ran a hand through her hair. " So you're getting dragged along, but you're bringing the drinks? That's a new one right there." She had a small smile on her face. She couldn't yet decide if she liked him or not. He seemed, behind this all, uptight some. " Definatly on free will. Who would miss it? When you get asked to come to a party, you go. And I'm also one of the best beer pong players anyone has ever seen. I'm pretty good at flip the cup too." She just listed off some random games she could play. He probably had no clue what clip the cup was. She glanced at the time once again. An hour had already gone by.

" That sounds pretty good." Sage stated. She always liked finding stronger things to drink. " Well, I might just show you some of my skills at the games later." She added softly. She reached down and grabbed her combat boots. She slid them on and tied them. She grabbed her eyeliner and mascara, fixing the makeup she had on. " I'm going to get something to eat. I guess I'll see you at the party." She told him. She did a two-fingered wave. She grabbed her keys and walked out of the dorm. She had a car. It was her grandfather's old 1967 Mustang. It worked great for its age. She had her dorm keys as well.