secret agent [wo]man [open!]

[olivia newton elliot]

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The night was quiet around the dormitory complex and Olivia was relieved. Tonight, the dance major was on a mission – a dangerously dangerous, secretively secret mission that only she could (or wanted) to complete. Peeking around the corner of a building close to her dormitory, she slunk as flat as she could to the wall, her belly against the bricks. Her bright hazel eyes narrowed as she watched the threshold of Dreyfoos Hall for movement.

It seemed as if traffic in and out of the dorm was slow, either people were already out for the night or had already settled into their dorm rooms in their jammies with their night’s studies laid out in front of them. “Perfect…” Olivia whispered and someone else woofed in agreement, and a little bit of concern. The girl let out a nervous, “Shh!” and bolted toward the dormitory, not wanting to risk that the silence of the entry point be disturbed.

As the sophomore approached the building at a brisk trot she stopped, frozen with fear as a RA stepped out of the building with a friend. Though it wasn’t her floor’s RA, Olivia felt as if the slightly older girl might have had x-ray vision and might have known what she was up to. As the pair neared her, she smiled painfully, perhaps a bit psychotically and twittered out a greeting. The RA looked at her a little strangely and responded with a casual “Hey!” then, simply continued on her way, caught up in conversation with her friend.

“Oh, good God..” Olivia whispered, breathing a bit irregularly as she fiddled in her jeans pocket for her ID that would grant her access to the building. With a swoop and a slide, her card allowed the magnets on the door to open and she hurried up the stairs to her bedroom, only to hear the sounds of more than the usual three other people behind her bedroom door. Apparently, there was some sort of gathering in her bedroom – a study group or a party. Olivia was far too nervous to figure it out and skittered down the hallway toward one of the study lounges with no windows or openings in sight. She burst into the lounge and quickly turned to the door to lock it without even bothering to see who else was in the room. Leaning against the door, she closed her eyes and exhaled shakily. Then, without warning, her backpack shifted violently on her back, shook, and nearly knocked her down.

“Just a second, just a SECOND!” she muttered and set her backpack down on the floor, unzipping it quickly. Out of it popped a little burnt orange and white puppy with an adorable little brown, chocolate-chip like nose. “Ronald Rutherford the Third, you’re going to be the death of me,” the bubbly blonde announced and then noticed the slightest ruffling of noise in the room with her. A bit fearfully, she looked up to meet yet another set of eyes in the room – someone who was definitely not of the canine persuasion.

[tyson lane stanford]

In general, studying was the last thing that Tyson ever thought about doing. In fact, given the choice between studying and letting a car run him over, nine times out of ten Tyson would opt for the car. However, that evening he was unfortunately not given much of a choice. His grades, aside from in his photography classes, had never been particularly fantastic. If anything, you could consider them absolutely abysmal. It wasn't like he didn't try. Well, no, that was pretty much the reason. Tyson tended to associate anything but the most artistic of classes with his stepfather and that was more than enough motivation for him to blow them off. In a way, it was his own personal way of telling the man that he could suck it, since obviously he wasn't going to go along with his dreams and expectations.

But, at the same time, he sure as hell didn't want to fail out of college and it was already getting to that point. In what would probably be one of the few sensible decisions Tyson ever made, he had opted to start getting a tad caught up with things before they snowballed into a mess that he couldn't dig himself out of. As long as he managed to do well enough to pass, that was more than enough to satisfy him. Perhaps not his parents, but he had come to the point where he didn't particularly care what they thought. As long as he maintained decent enough grades to keep him at the school, he didn't care what they were. Really, the only important thing he had to concern himself with was his photography.

With a rather exasperated sigh, Ty grabbed a few of his books for class and tucked them underneath his arm to take with him. The last thing that he wanted to do was study in the library, since that place was rather akin to a disease as far as he was concerned and it was a disease that he most definitely did not intend to catch. The further away from a library he was, the better. Studying in his dormitory was rather out of the question, since he had no doubt that at any moment one of his mates would bust through the door and insist that he go out with them. Which, sadly, he knew full well he would be completely and utterly be unable to resist. After all, it would be rather wrong of him to say no to a friend in need. All in all, it was probably best that he find somewhere that he was unlikely to get bothered. Well, sort of.

As he left from his room to find himself a desolate area of the campus to park himself and a book, Tyson found himself wandering over towards one of the studying lounges in the building. Technically, it wasn't exactly the place to go if you were looking for a quiet spot to study, since it was pretty much just asking people to waltz in and distract you, but perhaps that's precisely why Tyson chose it as a good spot to study. It gave him the appearance of trying to study, but the knowledge that it would only be a short time before someone came to save him. At least he was sort of doing it with good intentions, since obviously he was bound to read at least a few words of his book. Maybe. Either way, at least he had a book. That was clearly a start.

Settling down into one of the chairs, Ty kicked back and rested his feet up on one of the tables. Opening up the top book in his pile, Tyson set it down on his lap and looked at it. He intended to read it, really he did, but it just wasn't happening. As much as he wanted to try, it really wasn't possible. Instead, he more or less drifted off, nearly falling asleep where he was sitting as he daydreamed about this and that and the other. Clearly, anything was more interesting that, well, whatever book he was reading. Though he may have opened the book, he most definitely hadn't looked to see which one it was. Obviously, studying was a skill that did not come easily to young Tyson. Perhaps he'd have to find himself a tutor.

As he started to bemuse himself with the thought of a tutor, the door in front of him burst open and in a flurry of movement someone entered into the room and started locking the door. Now that was more like it. Action, intrigue and a cute girl. What more could Tyson have asked for? Tossing his book to the side without even a second thought, Ty looked over at the girl with a curious look. Now, he knew he was a tad strange at times, but he was quite certain that he didn't talk to his backpack. Rising up from the chair, Tyson moved slightly to get a better look, his eyes widening when he saw a small puppy on the ground. Admittedly, he was a tad bit taken back by the appearance of a puppy, since that wasn't exactly allowed within the dorms.

A rebel girl. Tyson could get behind that. He was all for a bit of adventure sometimes and this possibly could prove to be just that. Leaning back slightly, he positioned himself so that he was up against the wall. Obviously, that just made him look that much cooler. Or something. "Nice dog," he commented, giving her the ever so suave head nod as he spoke. He was quite certain that he'd seen her around before, though he was pretty positive that he didn't know her personally as of yet. Even if it was a small school, he couldn't be expected to know everyone. She was likely in a different major or something and they just had yet to cross paths. Tonight, however, that seemed to have changed.

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[olivia newton elliot]

The girl was bent over, obviously ungracefully as she looked up at the boy. Olivia was thankful, for a moment, that her bum was turned to the door and she wasn’t effectively mooning him – though she liked to think that her rear was quite cute in the jeans she was wearing. Usually, she wasn’t tongue-tied around boys. Being in ΣAI, of course she had been to tons of parties where there were always tons of fraternity guys to talk and she never really had problems talking to them. But tonight, it seemed that she could only fiddle nervously with the bracelet around her slim wrist. Perhaps it was the combination of doing something ‘illegal’ along with being quite nervous about doing something ‘illegal’ but Olivia found herself speechless for a second longer than normal. That extra second was just enough to make an awkward pause as she straightened up and tugged down her t-shirt under her open hoodie. For a second, she just stared at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Would he.. Rat her out?

Finally, Olivia’s brain caught up with her tied up tongue. “He is cute, isn’t he?” The girl grinned proudly down at the little mutt dog as he sat down on his bottom, then laid down, and chewed on the strap of her backpack. When she looked up again she was a bit mystified. Ronnie wasn’t the only thing that was cute in the room and that had her a little bit star struck. The boy, who Olivia’s brain had decided was obviously deeply in educational research, was extremely attractive. That movie star, melt in your mouth kind of attractive that one didn’t come by very often. With dark hair and a certain aristocratic bone structure, he was gorgeous – the kind of beautiful that you simply didn’t see often with pajama clad college kids. Had she just been watching him from a far, she would have sighed happily and gotten a bit dreamy eyed. Tyson looked like something out of one of Olivia’s many romance books that filled her dorm room’s bookshelf and Olivia was okay with that. More than okay, actually.

The dancer crossed the room with a smile, pushing her hair behind her ear before she extended her hand toward Tyson. While he looked so very suave and cool, Olivia looked a bit too bouncy and her porcelain cheeks were still slightly flushed from the excitement of sneaking her fuzzy little buddy into the dorm. “Olivia Elliot,” she announced and waited for the handshake. The girls from ΣAI were actually, “Oh hellllooo!!!” huggers when meeting someone, but this guy seemed far too sensually moody for a giddy girl hug. Inwardly, Olivia sighed a bit dreamily – she imagined he was something like a tortured painter, or something equally as angst-full! Sometimes, being at a small arts college meant you met the most interesting people.

[tyson lane stanford]

For a moment, Tyson worried that he had somehow offended her with his presence there in the room. Most likely, she had been looking for a deserted place to unload the pup for a minute while she sorted things out, since there were definitely people around that would rat her out about the poor thing. Tyson, however, was not one of those people. He was quite fond of both dogs and pretty girls, so he had no reason to go about messing things up for the two of them. After all, if he kept quiet than there was a chance he'd get to hang out with them at some point. He had a dog back home, but obviously it wasn't like he could see Scruffy all too often. Perhaps this little thing could prove to be a temporary replacement for his own dog. He certainly wouldn't be opposed to hanging out with the girl, either. She was much cuter than the dog, anyways.

The somewhat awkward pause that fell after he spoke brought a rather unsure look to Tyson's face. He didn't know the girl well enough to decipher what that meant, which he considered quite unfortunate, since that made it rather difficult for him to decide what to say next. He was saved, however, from that job when she finally was able to reply. He gave her a silent nod of agreement, a rather amused smirk appearing on his face as he watched her. She definitely looked like she was from a sorority, not that he would be the type to judge people based on appearances, but he mentally decided that this was probably the case. Though, he typically would have thought them to be a bit more at ease talking to people than this girl was. Perhaps she was just stunned by how awesome he was. It happened. Usually in his mind, sure, but it happened.

As the girl moved towards him, Tyson's eyes lit up excitedly. Clearly, she wasn't as nervous as he had originally assumed and that definitely had the potential to be fun. Outgoing people were easiest for Tyson to get on with, since he could be a terrible chatterbox when he got his mind set to it. Obviously, he didn't want to start bursting with chatter just yet though, since he had to keep up the impression that he was super suave and secretive. At least, he wanted to keep it up for a little while anyways. It was pretty much an awesome way to get girls to fall in love with him, since it had worked rather well in the past for him. Not always, but it definitely had it's moments where it went well. Hopefully, this would be one of them.

The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile as she held her hand out to him and he quickly moved his own hand to give hers a shake. "Olivia, nice. Tyson Stanford, photography major and general heartthrob," he said in greeting, giving her a quick wink as he let his hand drop from hers. Bending down, Ty let the puppy come over to sniff at him and he scratched it lightly behind it's ears. "So, where are you keeping it?" he asked, glancing up at her with a rather amused glint to his eyes. Of course, he had no intention of telling anyone about it and he hoped that she didn't think he would. Obviously, the dog was far too cute to turn in and Olivia was far too bangin' to get into any trouble. Tyson's logic was clearly quite awesome.

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