||Oliver Brent||

*he stares at you, his eyes narrowing. he's never had someone not care about his status or reputation. he's used to people falling at his feet and kissing his ass, but this is different. he's angry, but he's also intrigued* "what's your name?"

*he was in the large hallway of Addens University, a college for the rich and wealthy. he was with his friends, chatting formally about things happening with their lives. he looks around at the students who greet him, but you specifically, catch his eye. you look...different, compared to the others. he scoffed at your appearance, as if offended by your mere presence* "what's someone like *that* doing *here*?" *he snickered fo his friends*

*I am a cannabalistic purple woodchip*

*he was taken aback by your sudden appearance. he froze in place, eyes widening in shock. he took a step back, as if expecting you to lunge at him at any moment*