fandomhighdorms | third floor common room ;; noon

After leaving the safe comfort of her room, Tempe wandered in the direction of the common room, figuring it was about time she attempted to meet people. Because nobody likes a boring loner. ~~Unless of course they do.~~

As she entered the common room, she spotted someone ~~with really, really attractive hair~~ looking broody and uncomfortable.

She could relate with the latter, so she walked over and sat at the end of the couch. Not too close, because *dude* she doesn't actually know him yet and she's shy. But close enough that he'd notice he was no longer alone.

"Hi," Tempe said quietly.

Sawyer was jolted from his brooding state by the beautiful state of the girl on the couch next to him, his blue eyes drifted from where ever he was staring to her face and a gave her a dimpled grin.

"Hey." sitting up to face her now, "You new?" Southern twangs are snazzy.

Tempe couldn't help but return a shy grin.

"Yep. Just arrived yesterday. Somehow."

The details regarding her arrival were still eluding her.

Also? The soulful blue eyes may have caused her to become a bit flustered. So flustered, she'd forgotten to introduce herself.

"Welcome to Fandom High then, darlin'." his grin wider and brighter as she grinned, "I'm Sawyer. And you are..?" he trailed, leaning against his knees with his elbows. She was cute - you know, that cute shyness that was..damn cute.

The grin may have become slightly brighter at his grin. She may also have tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, in an unconscious imitation of a flirt.

"Thanks," Tempe said, mentally fanning herself.

"Temperance Brennan," Tempe replied. "Tempe, to my friends. If I had any." The last part was under her breath, but still audible enough that Sawyer could've heard it if he'd been listening closely.

He shifted in his spot, feeling his own cheeks flush, "You ain't got no friends? A gorgeous girl like you?" he whistled, "What's this big ol' world comin' too?" Eyes totally checking her out.

Tempe blushed. He wasn't supposed to have heard that self-deprecating comment.

"No."

The 'gorgeous' comment finally hit her, causing her to look down at herself. She was wearing an old tie-dyed t-shirt and a pair of cutoff shorts. Her hair hadn't been washed in 2 days, and her toenails were a shade of fluorescent green. Was he sure she was gorgeous? Man, if she'd known she was going to be meeting a hot guy today, she'd have put a little more thought into her attire. ...she'd have at least worn a tank top.

Not that it would've made a difference, Tempe thinks to herself. It's pretty hard to dress up an ugly duckling in a prom dress.

He's got to be kidding her.

"And why's that, Tempe?" Smiling when he says her little nickname, feeling quite special. And it's not like he's dressed up any either, in white shorts and a tank and all sweaty from the gym - he's not the best looking guy here. He even likes her green toes, they scream originality.

Tempe stares at him. Damn, those eyes were sucking her in again.

"Who'd want to be friends with someone like me? I'm either too smart, too plain, too ugly or just not cool enough to fit in with anyone's group."

She tries not to think about her last year at school, while living with her foster family. No one ever talked to her, except to spare the occasional snicker to the big words she'd used to answer a teacher's question.

Instead, she focuses on Sawyer's clothes, which she thinks look quite striking on him, and unconsciously wiggles her green toes.

Sawyer chuckles when she wiggles her cute little green toes, "I like yer toes which are way cool. And I don't think you're ugly or plain." he scratches the back of his head in thought, "And I don't know 'bout you bein' too smart but if you are, then more power to ya." absent mindedly he moves closer, resting a foot against the coffee table infront of the couch.

A grin. A real grin. All toothy and everything.

"Thanks. The color makes my feet happy."

The color makes my feet happy? Tempe mentally facepalmed. Well, that was bright...

Actually, neon green was her current favorite color. Being a teen of the early 90s and all. But something made her not want to say that out loud.

Tempe notices him move a little closer. She's a little torn between moving farther away, and moving a little closer herself. Decisions, decisions...

"Neon green isn't as big as it was back in the 90s." he smiles at her big toothy grin which he notes is very cute of her as well. He feels his cheeks blush slightly with a tint of pink, his dimpled smile bigger than ever.

Tempe watches his cheeks turn pink. A small part of her, possibly the one that actually pays attention to social customs, is doing a happy dance.

Suddenly, his words hit her, and Tempe's eyes widen.

"What do you mean 'back in the 90s?' It is the 90s." Tempe pauses. "Isn't it?"

She looks around for a calendar. Something tells her that something is wrong. Very wrong.

Sawyer arches a brow at her and then it clicks, half these kids aren't even from this century, let alone this year. He shakes his head slowly, blue eyes sticking to hers, "Noooo. It's 2006." a pause, "Is that bad?"

2006?!

Tempe begins flailing internally, panic rising within her.

"Um, no, not at all," Tempe tries to reply calmly, though it ends up sounding like a croak. "It's just that, when I left yesterday, it was 1994."

12 years in a day. Wow. Something had definitely gone wonky on that plane.

Good thing she hadn't had any friends back in Illinois, otherwise she'd be a whole lot more panicky and disappointed about her time displacement than she actually was. What had she really had back in '94? A foster family who hated her, school acquaintances that teased her, a good-for-nothing older brother that had abandoned her soon after her parents' disappearance.

Maybe 2006 was the better option.

This was interesting, she had skipped 12 years - he could only imagine what that princely douche that Paige liked so much felt like when he learned it was 2006.

He breathes deeply, "Hey. Think of it this way. No more bad Power Ranger repeats?" he cracks a small comforting smile, trying his best to make her feel more at ease with the fact that she skipped 12 years.

The fact that Sawyer doesn't think she's completely lost it, when she says 12 years have past, quells the rising panic. Maybe it's not such an odd occurrence here?

Tempe can't help the giggle that escapes her at the thought of the TV show. She remembers when it first started airing the previous year.

She also, however, remembers her little foster brother whipping his helmet across the room at her in rage when she'd flicked the blaring television off while she was trying to read. She winces at the thought as she remembers the large bruise that had formed once the helmet had hit her hip bone.

Come to think of it, Tempe was very glad she was no longer in 1994...

To him, 2006 seemed a whole hell-of-a-lot better than that drab 1994. She was here now and he was going to make her feel welcome, no matter how much skin or sweettalk was involved.

He chuckled when she giggled, he really hated that damn show but its the first thing that came to mind when she said 1994.

Sawyer clears his throat and runs an awkward hand over his short hair, it makes him twist his face into a slight grimace before looking back over at her.

"So, what time do you like better? 1994 or 2006?" Eager with the need to just pounce on her because she was so cute.

Tempe watches him run his hand through his hair. There's one piece that is now sticking straight up, and for some reason, this is endearing enough to make Tempe giggle even more. She wonders if his hair is always like this, and a stray thought flits through her head about him looking as if he has just woken up.

"Honestly? 2006. I didn't have much keeping me in 1994. I, um, didn't have a great family life," Tempe replies, feeling more at ease than she had earlier in the conversation. She stretches her legs out and rests her feet on the coffee table.

If Tempe had known what Sawyer was thinking, she'd probably have blushed and grinned shyly. And been really, really flattered.

He tries his best to smooth down his hair now but it's not as easy as it was with the extremely long hair; and yet, he seems to like the short hair the most since it makes him feel cleaner.

Sawyer nods as she speaks, "That makes two of us then, darlin'. Ain't too much of a family life either." He also feels at ease with her right now, he never opened up like this with Paige - she had to pry it out of him but he liked this girl a whole lot.

The hair also makes him look cleaner. Though Tempe honestly wouldn't have cared if he'd had long, shaggy hair, no hair, or a bright green wig. Somehow, she realized, it wasn't just about looks.

As Sawyer talks, Tempe nods, and a warm, kindred feeling, like maybe he actually understood where she was coming from, filled her.

A sudden thought occurs to her, and she looks up at the clock on the wall. The office had said something about cabins when they'd handed her the room assignment. Something about cabins and moving in tonight.

"What do you know about the cabins?"

Well, that wasn't vague at all. Hopefully, he'd figure out what she was talking about. Or just think her brain had exploded.

"That's right. We gotta be movin' in tonight, huh?" he stands and holds out his arm for her to take, "I'd rather not piss off the administration here. You never know if they'll make me shoot at zombies again." A shiver runs through him.

Tempe nods, although she really has no idea. She was so confused when she'd signed in yesterday, that she may have imagined the whole thing.

"Zombies?" Tempe replies, raising an eyebrow. "Is that, um, a usual occurrence here at Fandom?"

Tempe takes his arm, silently thrilled.

He nods slowly, "Actually, there was a zombie raid once. Wasn't really paying attention when it happened - I opted to drink instead." he chuckles, that was such a long time ago, "Detention isn't really that bad though."

Sawyer made his way towards..."Where's your room at?" Now, that's something he might want to remember.

Tempe nods. "I don't think I'd want to deal with zombies, either." Probably because it would be the first time she'd actually encountered zombies in real life, which would be kind of freaky. Though she might secretly be thinking about what kind of bone structure they have, if any at all. Can't tear a scientist away from interesting science, even if it defies all laws of...science.

"317," Tempe replies, allowing him to steer her.

Sawyer smirks as he pulls her into a hallway, making his way steadfast to her room. He really just wanted to see what he room looked like and then ask her out to dinner or something later when they're done packing stuff to take to her room.

Tempe follows him down the hall toward her room. He seemed to know his way around pretty well. She'd had quite a bit of trouble just finding her way to the common room. It's amazing how many wrong turns one can make on a straightaway. At least now she knew where to go if she wanted to do laundry...

Arriving in front of her door, she unlocks and opens the door. "Welcome to my room. It's not much yet," she said, indicating the bare walls and plain bedspread (on the really, really neatly made bed). She jerked her head toward her as-yet-unseen roommate's side of the room. "I think she's been here a bit longer than I have." Especially since I've only been here since yesterday morning, and I was asleep for much of that time, she thought to herself.

third floor common room ;; noon

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject