Keep Going And Going And Going.. [Is Open]

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There were some who might argue that Amelia was pushing herself too hard..but Amelia saw herself as having no other options. She needed to succeed, because she needed to prove that she could do it. She didn't go into astrophysics simply to prove herself - She wouldn't do something like that, she clearly had a genuine interest in the subject. But she still felt an innate need to prove herself, because what other option did she have? When she set out to do something, failure was not an option that she could accept. Especially when it was something so..unexpected. There were still those in her life who found it absurd and unbelievable that someone like Amelia was looking toward a career that illustrious. One particular asshole even informed her not to give up, that she'd eventually find that coveted spot she was looking for - As a secretary. (She might or might not have spilled a hot drink on him afterward..oops).

All of this meant that Amelia would not let herself fail, but it also meant that she wouldn't ask for help at any point. She dabbed concealer under the bags under her eyes when they reared their ugly heads. She chugged down coffee and energy drinks (never tea though) when she needed caffeine to keep her awake so that she could work on a project. And that was happening more and more often lately. It wasn't even that she could not handle her major - She was a lot more intelligent than others gave her credit for, at least when it came to math and science (she was still horrible at geography though). It was more that Amelia's drive to prove herself meant that she was taking more classes than she could handle simply to prove that she could, when..for the sake of her own health she should probably concede that dropping a class or two and taking them again later was the best option.

Needing a boost after getting out of her last class of the day, Amelia opted to stop by the cafe. "I'll take a caramel latte, please! With extra shots of caramel!" Amelia told the barista her drink order, a huge smile on her face. She didn't really have a 'usual', as she liked to switch things up every once in a while. There were a certain few drinks that she did prefer over others though..and the drink that she'd just ordered was one of those. The baristas at the cafe knew her well enough to recognize her, though of course it helped that she also attended school with most of them.

Instead of standing around, Amelia opted to take a seat near the counter so that she could hear when her name was called and her drink was ready. She did start to pull out her laptop, planning on at least getting started on one of her assignments for her physics class in the meantime. But if someone wanted to approach her and talk? She had no qualms about that either. She was still a freshman, and she was still trying to find her niche. But she was social enough. She could make friends. She could balance it all! Even when she couldn't

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert had been in the café for some time trying to work on a potential song he could show Arthur later during the band practice, not the best at musical theory, he had a certain ear for some sounds, and this one he thought would go over well. It was a bit of a darker one, at least the instrumentation was, but he couldn’t get the words yet. Perhaps that part would have to wait until he met up with Arthur. Or perhaps he needed a break? He had been working on this for a while, even before coming here to the café for a change of pace. Saving and closing his computer, he looked around and smirked to himself. There were a lot of people here and that was good for business for the place, but it wasn’t as good for concentration as he would like. Perhaps he would have to move again, but not too soon.

Getting up to head to the counter, he ordered himself a tea. He usually didn’t drink much tea, but his bandmate had gotten him hooked on one of the odder sounding ones they had here, so he indulged every so often. Once it was ready, he moved to go sit with one of the people he half recognized; a girl from one of the lower math classes. He had heard that she was smart, but he knew how people could be. Perhaps, just this once, he’d be nice and offer his help if need be. After all, he had probably already taken whatever math classes she had already taken. He didn’t doubt her abilities, just that he knew sometimes it was hard to understand some of the more off the wall concepts, he knew he had trouble sometimes too.

“Is this seat taken?”

He stood behind the chair and pointed to it, being nice for once and not just sitting down like he would do others. He was aware not everyone accept his style of communication, so he tried to adjust it when he remembered. Plus he didn’t want to put her on self-defense when she didn’t need to be. He didn’t need a coffee in his face, this was one of his favorite shirts after all.

“If you want me to shove off, just tell me so, I won’t take offense”

He just laughed with that and leaned on the back of the aforementioned chair, grinning like the idiot he probably seemed like. He would let her tell him what was going on, he didn’t need to creep her out by mentioning what he knew. He couldn’t help it if the teachers trusted him and told him that she was smart and had great potential.

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@ameliaj

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The barista finally called her name and Amelia dashed up to the counter, perhaps a bit more eagerly than she'd intended to - She very nearly fell out of her seat in the process. She heard a few chuckles nearby, to which she responded with a long and drawn out bow before continuing the rest of her trek to the counter. Was she embarrassed? Of course she was embarrassed. But the more she focused on making a joke out of the whole thing, the less people would see that..hell, maybe they would even think that she'd planned it that way as a joke! And honestly, if people thought she was a ditz? Amelia..honestly had mixed feelings on the matter. On the one hand, it came in handy when people underestimated her. She loved seeing the surprised look on people's faces when she pulled something out of left field.

But..it wasn't entirely an act? Amelia could be absentminded, especially when it came to things that she wasn't looking out for. She wasn't stupid, she just..didn't pay much attention to things that didn't interest her. And unfortunately, sometimes that carried to her surroundings. Hence why she was once again surprised by a male voice asking if they could sit next to her. She gave a little start, then shook her head. "Nope, this seat's totally free. And I don't mind company, lord knows I won't turn down an opportunity to make new friends here. Name's Amelia by the way!" She greeted the other student(?) with a smile, holding out her hand for him to shake. It was an enthusiastic greeting, but this guy seemed nice enough thus far. She just hoped it wouldn't bite her in the ass.

Then again, maybe Gilbert just wanted to sit..but why would he have even addressed her if he didn't want to at least chat somewhat? That was one of the things that Amelia perhaps focused too much of her attention on - Her reputation and what others thought of her. It was a big worry of hers in high school, and apparently that worry was carrying on to college as well. Falling into old habits all over again. "No, you don't need to shove off. Are you working on homework too? What sort of classes are you taking?" She brushed a bit of stray hair out of her face.

Nah, she didn't want him to shove off..unless he turned out to be an ass who greeted her all friendly-like then turned out to be a grouch that didn't even want to talk to her. What was the point in sitting with someone if you were going to ignore them? Thus far Gilbert didn't seem like that type, but one never knew. She did wonder about him though..he looked older, but what was he majoring in? She couldn't help but feel curious, and she hoped her questions would be answered soon enough

[Hope these aren't too bad..I'm still feeling out Amelia, I've only rped her a handful of times before here. So far so good though =P]