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Character: Leandro Cucinotta
www.roleplay.me/blog/237499
2 years ago
Credits to @sonne
Now that she was closer in proximity, he could really take his time to study her. His mind was moving quickly, taking in every piece of information he could from the way she carried herself to the way she dressed. 'Blonde hair. Generic. No piercings. Surprising. Avoiding eye contact. Shy? No anxious.' His eyes zoned in on her arms, noting a few jagged scars that lined the surface. 'Depression.' By the time he had finished his assessment of her, she finished her ramble and those dark, cold eyes made contact with gloomy green. Although she struggled to contain her blank stare, his was effortless and described him perfectly, an empty canvas void of emotion or empathy. He knew exactly what she wanted but pondered on whether he should play this little, pathetic game of hers. It wasn't the first time he had been asked for 'help'. Some he declined, an example being the petty girl who brushed Tasia not too long ago. He didn't particularly have a type, it was mainly all about entertainment and the girl before just wasn't cutting it. However, he certainly felt entertained enough to take up this student on her offer. Just moments previously, he had been fantasizing about her so why not jump at the opportunity.
After what felt like hours but was only a few seconds, Leandro responded.
"Okay."
How could he deny such a desperate plea? She was practically begging him with those eyes. Even though it was miniscule, he easily picked up on it. He wanted to know what else he could discover about her. There was only so much he could decipher from her appearance. What made her tick? What made her cry? Spiral? What did she seek to gain from this? What were her deep, darkest desires? Humans were all the same. Selfish beings clawing their way through a meaningless life. She surely had something gain. Fulfillment? Validation? She was certainly using him for that, and he would use her in turn.
Mysteriously, he didn't say anything after that. He looked away from her and began packing his stuff, placing the projector in its rightful place as well as his laptop. It wasn't long until he swung his bag unto his shoulder and picked up his keys. "Follow." He walked out of the lecture hall, expecting her to follow behind him. Besides his lecture, he was a man of few words it seems yet everything he said oozed with icy superiority. There were two paths they could have taken, either through the actual buildings of the university until they reached the main entrance or exit the building entirely and walking through the school grounds on the outside. He preferred the latter, this way he could avoid passing the cafeteria, which meant less people; less interactions.
It would be less likely that he would be stopped by someone, someone like a professor, who he would actually have to fake interest in and hold an actual conversation. With students, he could just ignore them. He could only imagine the hell he would have gone through if he was an actual professor. They had agreed to 10 lectures and he was at his fifth, five more and he could relax, only coming to the university if he required some information from the library. However, it would give students the courage to pester him further as they didn’t need to worry about the professor title attached to his name anymore.
He was exhausted even though it didn't show on his face, running on a few hours of sleep after going home late last night. He had no one waiting for him at home, so he spent extra hours at the research facility. The university always looked at every chance to boast about how prestige they were but couldn’t afford to put a f***ing parking lot closer to the medical field. He could use a drink and that was one of the many reasons he had taken up Tasia's offer. As they walked, a few students also crossing paths with them would glance, showing looks of curiosity, lust whilst others jealousy. He played the no mind. They finally made it to the parking lot, walking over to his car which was a silver Hyundai Tucson, an expensive family car that he regrets buying. At least the mileage was good. He was just a dunce back in the day, thinking he would actually have a family. He walked around to the trunk, opening it, and putting his projector bag inside before moving towards the driver’s seat.
He unlocked the passenger door. He hadn't forgotten about her although it looked that way, especially with how fast he had been walking. Once she was seated, he starts up the car, rolling out of the parking lot. He was familiar with the bar she meant so he didn't need to ask for directions. "What are you behind on? He finally broke the silence, eyes staring ahead.
www.roleplay.me/blog/237499
2 years ago
Credits to @sonne
Now that she was closer in proximity, he could really take his time to study her. His mind was moving quickly, taking in every piece of information he could from the way she carried herself to the way she dressed. 'Blonde hair. Generic. No piercings. Surprising. Avoiding eye contact. Shy? No anxious.' His eyes zoned in on her arms, noting a few jagged scars that lined the surface. 'Depression.' By the time he had finished his assessment of her, she finished her ramble and those dark, cold eyes made contact with gloomy green. Although she struggled to contain her blank stare, his was effortless and described him perfectly, an empty canvas void of emotion or empathy. He knew exactly what she wanted but pondered on whether he should play this little, pathetic game of hers. It wasn't the first time he had been asked for 'help'. Some he declined, an example being the petty girl who brushed Tasia not too long ago. He didn't particularly have a type, it was mainly all about entertainment and the girl before just wasn't cutting it. However, he certainly felt entertained enough to take up this student on her offer. Just moments previously, he had been fantasizing about her so why not jump at the opportunity.
After what felt like hours but was only a few seconds, Leandro responded.
"Okay."
How could he deny such a desperate plea? She was practically begging him with those eyes. Even though it was miniscule, he easily picked up on it. He wanted to know what else he could discover about her. There was only so much he could decipher from her appearance. What made her tick? What made her cry? Spiral? What did she seek to gain from this? What were her deep, darkest desires? Humans were all the same. Selfish beings clawing their way through a meaningless life. She surely had something gain. Fulfillment? Validation? She was certainly using him for that, and he would use her in turn.
Mysteriously, he didn't say anything after that. He looked away from her and began packing his stuff, placing the projector in its rightful place as well as his laptop. It wasn't long until he swung his bag unto his shoulder and picked up his keys. "Follow." He walked out of the lecture hall, expecting her to follow behind him. Besides his lecture, he was a man of few words it seems yet everything he said oozed with icy superiority. There were two paths they could have taken, either through the actual buildings of the university until they reached the main entrance or exit the building entirely and walking through the school grounds on the outside. He preferred the latter, this way he could avoid passing the cafeteria, which meant less people; less interactions.
It would be less likely that he would be stopped by someone, someone like a professor, who he would actually have to fake interest in and hold an actual conversation. With students, he could just ignore them. He could only imagine the hell he would have gone through if he was an actual professor. They had agreed to 10 lectures and he was at his fifth, five more and he could relax, only coming to the university if he required some information from the library. However, it would give students the courage to pester him further as they didn’t need to worry about the professor title attached to his name anymore.
He was exhausted even though it didn't show on his face, running on a few hours of sleep after going home late last night. He had no one waiting for him at home, so he spent extra hours at the research facility. The university always looked at every chance to boast about how prestige they were but couldn’t afford to put a f***ing parking lot closer to the medical field. He could use a drink and that was one of the many reasons he had taken up Tasia's offer. As they walked, a few students also crossing paths with them would glance, showing looks of curiosity, lust whilst others jealousy. He played the no mind. They finally made it to the parking lot, walking over to his car which was a silver Hyundai Tucson, an expensive family car that he regrets buying. At least the mileage was good. He was just a dunce back in the day, thinking he would actually have a family. He walked around to the trunk, opening it, and putting his projector bag inside before moving towards the driver’s seat.
He unlocked the passenger door. He hadn't forgotten about her although it looked that way, especially with how fast he had been walking. Once she was seated, he starts up the car, rolling out of the parking lot. He was familiar with the bar she meant so he didn't need to ask for directions. "What are you behind on? He finally broke the silence, eyes staring ahead.
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