Possession University

The entire lawn outside the student center was dotted with tables and pitched shades. Today at Jackson University was the annual club fair. New students would be able to mill about, looking at all the different clubs and activities that the university offered. Things like mountain climbers, chess players, and future farmers that all gathered in a spot to show off what their club held.

Near the back of the lawn was the journalism club. A small group of students ran this club that was normally in charge of reporting their findings to the general population of the school in the weekly newsletter: The Soaring Falcon. Jackson University Falcons was the location, so the name stuck quite well. The president of this club stood behind it, greeting new students and handing them flyers for potential new recruits. The Soaring Falcon had always been a small group, but many of the students were very appreciative of their reporting. Even now, the booth they were at was manned by 3 members with a fourth one nearby.

"Hello! Welcome to Jackson University and the home of the award winning Soaring Falcon newsletter!" Jack, the president of the club said, handing over a flyer to a new potential student.

"Award winning?"

"For sure, we are the best student ran newsletter in this state, have already won three journalism competitions to prove it too," Heather, the vice president of the group responded.

Jack was a tall, athletic man. If he didn't smile so much, many would be intimidated solely by his appearance. Never one to skip a workout, Jack could hold his own in any type of arena, be it athletic or social. His deep love for journalism, writing, and sports quickly made him one of the most popular reporters for the school. He had an all access pass to every game and regularly did after game interviews with players and coaches alike. And even with all that, he still had two full years left in school when he was, almost, unanimously voted the president of the club.

His counterpart at this moment, however, was Heather. Heather would often be considered an attractive blonde. Jack, well into six foot, absolutely dwarfed her, making her seem much shorter than she was. Heather was the vice president of the club, voting for herself as opposed to Jack and being the only dissenting vote. Where Jack was helpful and kind, Heather was much the opposite. She was snappy and harped about making the clubs various deadlines. Despite all this, the club genuinely liked her. Sure she was a bit overbearing, but her pushing them made sure they never were late with any of their reporting. She also had a soft side, showing off how much she cared for their little circle in her own way. Additionally, she wasn't one to shy away from using her looks to get what she wanted. Her attitude however left a lot to be desired, meaning she was seemingly permanently single.

"That's pretty impressive," the new student said back, looking up at Jack and only slightly above Heather. "I'm Adrian and I actually wrote a ton for my school newspaper in high school!"

"Oh that's awesome! We'd love to have you check out our club and see if you're interested," Jack said, patting him on the shoulder and turning. "Hey Sarah, meet Adrian here."

Sarah who had been typing away at a laptop behind the two of them looked up to make eye contact. One of the first things many people recognize about Sarah are her strikingly blue eyes. They seem to cut right into you as if she is analyzing every part of your brain. Sarah didn't have the drop dead gorgeous looks that Heather was blessed with, however she was slightly taller and in much better shape. Sarah was the second field reporter that often worked alongside Jack. Even now, she was filling out their schedule for the upcoming football games.

"Yo," is all she said before looking back down, her dark brown ponytail barely moving through all the motion.

Heather rolled her eyes, not appreciating the dismissive attitude and showing it by flipping her long blonde hair back. But for now, it wasn't worth the argument.

"Anyways, Adrian, we are having a small meetup later, want to come check it out? It's in our office room, just to meet any possible new members," Jack explained with another smile.

"Sure, I'd love to," Adrian responded, pulling out his phone to exchange numbers with him.

As the two of them were talking, a fourth club member walked over to the group. The current temperature at Jackson University was hovering in the 80s with a cool breeze blowing through. Jack had gone for comfort with a t-shirt and shorts, same as Sarah in fact. Neither of them skimpy, but also not really bordering on profession. Heather had opted for a floral dress that draped right below the knees to still allow her to show off her matching heels. Heather would never have worn shorts to this, likewise Sarah would never have worn a dress to really anything. The fourth member trended more in the middle but closer to Sarah than Heather as she walked over wearing a hoody and sweatpants.

"Hey Jack, Heather," she said, reaching for a few more flyers with a smile before looking over at Adrian. "Sup new guy, how's it going?"

"This is Adrian, he's thinking about joining. You already ran out of flyers," Jack asked, hastily putting away his phone to help her get more of them. "That's impressive."

"Yep. I'll do one more lap then I'm heading back to the apartment. Bout time for my midday nap, you know babe?" she said with a giggle before taking the flyers. "Anyways, Adrian right? I'm Sam. I'm one of the writers for the club."

"Oh sick, you're a writer as well? That's awesome!" Adrian asked, reaching out to shake her hand.

Sam responded in kind, shaking his hand. She then settled her flyer pile before leaning in her cheek to Jack. Jack laughed before bending over to kiss her on the cheek. Sam's much shorter hair bristled him in the nose as he did so, and he pulled back, rubbing his nose. She laughed at this as well before starting to walk off.

"Sam, don't forget to only hand out flyers to potential students. We don't need them flying through the wind all over the place. That could really hurt our reputation," Heather commented as she walked off.

"Got it Empress!" Sam shouted back with a laugh.

Jack had to stifle a laugh at the use of Heather's nickname. Sarah didn't bother hiding it, giving out a loud "Ha!" at the comment. Heather's face turned a bright red before she shook it off. Adrian looked down at the flyer and saw the office room was in the student center. Second floor, room 221. With that settled, Adrian bid them adieu, heading around to check out the rest of the club fair.

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The first to arrive was Heather. Never to be outdone, she made she quickly tidied up the place. They had 6 writing stations set up and a seventh station that was like a master setup. Moving the keyboards and mice to a nearby bin, she closed it and covered it. This affair was always a relaxed one, and typically nobody wore anything special to it. However, once again to not be outdone, Heather had changed into a t-shirt with a short skirt that billowed right below her butt. Flirty, but still decent, Heather's specialty.

Next to arrive were Jack and Sam. Sam, having been coaxed for a good amount of time, had changed into a t-shirt and jeans. They were both still baggy, hiding Sam's true form, but it made her much more open looking. Sam didn't really like dressing up and even though she was friends with most of the people who were coming, she couldn't help but feel the anxiety of it starting to hit her. Jack was the complete opposite. Bringing a majority of the drinks and snacks, Jack went about setting it up while Sam went and hid behind the master station in the back of the room. Heather quickly hopped in to help Jack.

"Thanks for the help Heather, you're so good at organizing this stuff for real!" Jack exclaimed.

"Of course, happy to help you out Jack," Heather responded with a smile, lightly touching Jack's much more muscular arm.

Jack didn't notice the faint caress, but Sam did. However, too much of a reserved person meant that Sam said nothing. Just watched as Heather continued to flirt ever so slightly with Jack.

Next to arrive was one of the old writers along with a new writer. Two women walked in, both blonde with a lithe body type wearing bright colors to go along with it.

"Fresh meat coming through!" Yelled the older one.

"You don't have to be so loud, there's only like five of us here," the younger one said, embarrassed.

Stephanie, or Steph, and Nicole, or Nicky, were the two sisters. Steph was a writer from the year previous and the oldest member on the staff. Sam would call her loud and obnoxious while Heather would describe her as lacking focus. But that didn't stop Steph from being the friendliest face in the room. She was here for a good time no matter what. If there was one person you expected to see writing out a last second story, Steph was definitely it. This year, she was joined by her little sister Nicky. Having met most of the staff the year before, Nicky already knew everyone. A much more toned down version of Steph, Heather had immediately taken a liking to her and the two were already becoming fast friends.

"I can't believe my baby sister is going to be one of our writers! That's so exciting!" Steph shouted once again, pinching Nicky's cheeks. "We are going to have so many fun late night conversations."

"Not at that volume you won't," Sam interjected with a bit of annoyance.

"No big deal," Jack said, quickly stepping in to avoid the situation. "Anyways Steph did you bring the plates?"

Steph shot a look at Sam, but then quickly smiled before pulling the plates out of her back. Meanwhile, Nicky and Heather were already striking up a conversation.

"So I was looking at it and I think the web software is way better than the newest writing update. What's the point in paying if the free version is better?" Nicky asked.

"Great question. There isn't," Heather said with a smirk.

Next up was Sarah, followed quickly by Alex, the webmaster. Alex was about the same height as Heather, but made up for it by weighing far more than her. He wasn't overally overweight, but he was far from in shape. He had a black beard that he maintained to go along with his looks. He and Jack were very similar in their attire tonight, t-shirt and some cargo shorts.

Sarah was wearing tights that hugged the contours of her ass and legs along with a tight top that ended right above her midriff. Heather immediately seemed unappreciative, but said nothing. It was rather well known by the group that Heather liked being the prettiest. Although any outside onlooker would probably say she was the hottest girl around, Heather never quite dressed too provocatively. Usually leaning more to the conservative side of things, something Sarah didn't care to do.

Last, but certainly not least, Adrian arrived to a full room. Jack greeted everyone, handing out drinks and directing everyone through the snack table. Soon enough people were talking and sitting about the room, speaking about their summer experiences. Alex had joined Sam and was talking about his newest game to her. Sam didn't care, but was too awkward to move away from him. Steph and Sarah were talking about what they had done to workout this summer. Jack was showing Adrian through their office setup. Nicky and Heather were gossiping in the back while looking out across them.

After awhile, the drinks had been going for awhile and Jack cleared out a dance floor. Sam flat out refused to dance with him, so Heather quickly took her place. The two of them danced together as others jumped in as well. Alex asked to dance with Steph who was quickly whisked away by Sarah to dance together. This made Heather frown as she looked over at them, but she held her tongue, just enjoying dancing with Jack. Alex just chuckled before manning the music and bringing it up to something nice and loud.

"These guys are pretty great," Adrian said with a smile while standing next to Nicky.

"Yeah it's not so bad here huh?" Nicky replied back.

Adrian had always been single and never really even tried to go on a single date with a girl. However, with liquid courage inside him, a pretty girl beside him, and a laid back atmosphere. He felt his body move without him as he grabbed Nicky's hand.

"What are you doing?" She asked as you started to tug her out beside the others.

"Dancing. You up for it?" Adrian was shocked by his own words.

"You know what, you're funny. Sure," she said with a laugh before joining him.

With that the Soaring Falcon staff enjoyed their first night together. Little did they know this would be their last normal night for awhile. None of them noticed the strange package that had been left for the group. None of them would see it till the next day when they came by to cleanup, but it was anyone's guess who would arrive first.