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Peter suddenly jolted awake, eyes wide with fear and pain. He struggled in the two women's arms briefly before passing back out.

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Liam O'Brien

Prior to entering the class, Liam took a swig of coffee and rum out of his thermos and ruffled his fiery red hair. He cantered into the classroom, staggering slightly, and plopped down into a seat on the far end of the first row. The young adult grinned, stretching out as if he owned the place and eyeing his handsome teacher who was busy taking role. Liam had already decided he wanted the teacher for a boyfriend, the only question was how to approach him. Hell, he might not even like men. Regardless, Liam would do his best to try.

Liam chuckled and apologized in his distinctive Irish accent when the teacher, Mr. Waters told him that he was a little bit late. The Irishman chuckled even more at the mention of a test which he would certainly not be taking. Taking a swig of his drink, Liam decided to fire up his laptop and watch some of the highlights from the UFC 202 Pre-Fight press conference instead of doing his work. He grinned at the sight of his idol and fellow countryman Conor McGregor raising up hell along with Nate Diaz. Liam was easily distracted however and soon took to people watching around the classroom, ice was even more entertaining for him. The boy took pleasure in watching one person in particular, and that person was Mr. Waters himself. His British accent was so very attractive, and his looks were even more attractive. Liam ruffled his scrappy hair and grinned at his teacher, and then took another swish of his coffee-rum combo, making his buzz more defined. He nearly fell back out of his chair, but the boy caught himself and laughed, disturbing a few people next to him.

It took Liam a few moments to stagger out into the hallway, drawing laughter as he did. The Irishman was carrying his water bottle, taking swigs as he walked, only getting more and more buzzed as he did. Liam grinned and looked up at the slightly taller male. "Why no, Mr. Waters, I have no clue as to why I'm out here talking to you. Was I doing something wrong or frowned upon," he asked, slurring half of his words which made his accent much harder to understand. Liam had to lean against another wall for support, but that stupid grin never left his face.

Liam was outraged when Mr. Waters snatched his water bottle from him like that. "Give me that back," he commanded and tried to grab the beverage but missed, loosing balance and hitting the ground. The fiery Irishman struggled to his feet, extremely dazed and confused. "And how the bloody hell was I disrupting the class? We weren't doing anything important," Liam exclaimed, and then added randomly, "I find your accent very attractive," in his heavy Irish accent. The boy grinned at his teacher and then made another failed attempt to get his alcohol back, falling once more.

Liam put on a shocked expression and replied, "There's a test? I'll tell you right now I'm probably not going to show up for that. And everyone drinks in college; I'm sure you drank at my age fella." The Irishman had kept his grin through all of this. He then said in a seductive kind of tone, "You definitely look like one who got wild at parties. I'm the same way fella." Liam tended to call everyone fella, no matter who they were.

Liam suddenly grew bored of this irksome conversation and said, "You know what fella, I'm not feeling too hot. I'll just be heading back to me dorm room to go take a nap or something like that. Thanks for the parental guidance or whatever crap yew want to call this." The Irishman had more alcohol stashed in his dorm, and that's where his mind was currently at now. His head was spinning however, and when Liam took a step he fell down almost immediately. "I guess I might've put a little too much rum and not enough coffee in there," he explained in his slurred Irish accent. The red headed male just layed there, staring at a fly buzzing around the ceiling, grinning to himself stupidly. "A little help here," he asked anxiously.

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"I fell and never really felt like getting up off the ground. This carpet is pretty comfortable too," he answered, surprising to see his math teacher in his dorm. Liam struggled to his feet, knocking over plastic red solo cups as he did. The Irishman said, "Sorry about the mess, I got bored and partook in some solo's beer pong the other night, and I'm not the neatest." He was still drunk of course, just not as much as he was this morning during class. Liam had actually passed out for awhile and had just came around when Mr. Waters decided to drop in. "Thanks for coming to check on me fella, but I'm somewhat fine. A few shots should make everything all right," the boy said, grinning stupidly and eyeing Mr. Waters.

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Dean Peterson

Dean sighed nervously as he prepared to knock on the door of his new roomate's apartment. The boy was carrying only two bags, one suit case and one carry one. They contained only clothes, toiletries, and the complete Harry Potter series. Dean never leaves home without them; they're his most prized possessions. Adjusting his glasses, the American finally worked up the courage and gently pounded on the door, an anxious look on his face. He was so nervous like he always was meeting new people. Dean really hoped this would work out; it had been stressing him the whole flight. The boy was about to leave when the door finally opened...

"You can't force me to take that test fella. I'm not really interested to be honest. Thanks for the offer and all but I'm not into studying." Liam stood firm in his belief, staring Mr. Waters straight in the eye. The Irishman then said, "I'm only here because my parents wanted to get rid of me, so I'm not too inclined to try. And because of that, I only show up when I feel like it. And I don't feel like taking the test." Liam was acting extremely childish, like always it seems.

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O'Brian Walker

[i]O'Brien limped into class, favoring his right leg which was bruised and slightly swollen. His finger was in a cast, and there were more bruises on his face. The boy's nose was recovering from a partial break, and one eye was nearly swollen shut. His last fight was extremely tough, but he managed to win via rear naked choke in the final seconds of the final round. Luckily, O'Brien's opponent looked just as bad as he did, if not worse. Either way, the boy was in a lot of pain and grimaced at every movement.
The boy got down into his seat, biting his lip to keep from groaning out. He didn't say a word to anyone and just started working on an assignment. O'Brien didn't want to explain anything and kept his head down, hoping his teacher wouldn't notice. He was always on his ass about fighting and O'Brien wasn't in the mood for it.

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I've obviously been really inactive, and will continue to be. I'll only reply occasionally but it's nice to have threads to reply to occasionally.

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