Spazzycat101
GryphonABLaZ(E). Lawful chaotic good
Leah was, at the moment, on the roof of the school. Why was she there, one might ask? Ah, it was but for the simple fact that she had camped there the night before, for the sake of not bothering with waking early to find transportation from a home she didn't have in order to arrive at the school on time.
That and she preferred to be early.
It was the sound of voices floating up from the ground below that woke Leah and prompted her to pull her head out from her sleeping bag. The sun was already up, glaring bright (hence hiding in the sleeping bag completely), as if it were threatening her to have a good day. Good day... her stomach was churning. In most of her life, she hadn't had a long-term relationship (i.e. Known a person for more than a few hours) with anyone aside from people who were now dead, and this was the first time in a long, long time that she'd be getting any education beyond what's around the next corner? A decent day would be lucky. But for the sake of being as normal as possible in this situation, Leah would hide those facts. She was rather good at hiding, after all.
And with that mindset, the teen delinquent dragged a dull, worn, grey-and-green duffel within arm's reach in order to dig through it. In the center of the bag was stuffed a computer, its charger, and several portable power blocks with which to charge a phone or laptop. The tech was cushioned by surrounding clothes and basic toiletries.
Leah pulled a dark green jacket and the rest of her outfit from the duffel, changing inside the sleeping bag and stuffing her pajamas in the gap left in the luggage. Sitting on top of the sleeping bag, she pulled her shoes on, and dragged a brush through her wavy, tangly hair. By the time she had wrestled her sleeping bag into its compact case, Leah was more or less fully awake.
With everything packed up and the strap of her duffel over her shoulder and across her chest, Leah began her descent. The doors to the roof of the school building were locked, so rather she scaled down the side of the building using a downspout and nearby window ledges. Upon her feet striking the ground, the girl pivoted on her heels to face the small crowd of other students. She stood several meters away from any one group of students, her eyes darting from person to person. While she was aware that this was by no means an ordinary academy, she was beginning to doubt that she wasn't the only human enrolled. There were at least two winged people, and most other people looked humanoid at most. There was a small cluster of people gravitating over something-- she couldn't see what the center of attention was through all the people, and her sense of smell wasn't heightened, nor had the feline corpse begun to decay enough for her to detect it-- and hung back for several moments.
These were people she didn't know, but that she was expected to get to know.
It had been a long time since she had met any one person twice.
But Leah buried the discontent with an internal shrug. We... are joining the line! We are going to wait in line, and nothing shall stop us, She narrated mentally, with the reluctant but determined tone of 'here goes nothing!'
@ anyone at the back of the line, or whomever wants to notice just about the only human present
That and she preferred to be early.
It was the sound of voices floating up from the ground below that woke Leah and prompted her to pull her head out from her sleeping bag. The sun was already up, glaring bright (hence hiding in the sleeping bag completely), as if it were threatening her to have a good day. Good day... her stomach was churning. In most of her life, she hadn't had a long-term relationship (i.e. Known a person for more than a few hours) with anyone aside from people who were now dead, and this was the first time in a long, long time that she'd be getting any education beyond what's around the next corner? A decent day would be lucky. But for the sake of being as normal as possible in this situation, Leah would hide those facts. She was rather good at hiding, after all.
And with that mindset, the teen delinquent dragged a dull, worn, grey-and-green duffel within arm's reach in order to dig through it. In the center of the bag was stuffed a computer, its charger, and several portable power blocks with which to charge a phone or laptop. The tech was cushioned by surrounding clothes and basic toiletries.
Leah pulled a dark green jacket and the rest of her outfit from the duffel, changing inside the sleeping bag and stuffing her pajamas in the gap left in the luggage. Sitting on top of the sleeping bag, she pulled her shoes on, and dragged a brush through her wavy, tangly hair. By the time she had wrestled her sleeping bag into its compact case, Leah was more or less fully awake.
With everything packed up and the strap of her duffel over her shoulder and across her chest, Leah began her descent. The doors to the roof of the school building were locked, so rather she scaled down the side of the building using a downspout and nearby window ledges. Upon her feet striking the ground, the girl pivoted on her heels to face the small crowd of other students. She stood several meters away from any one group of students, her eyes darting from person to person. While she was aware that this was by no means an ordinary academy, she was beginning to doubt that she wasn't the only human enrolled. There were at least two winged people, and most other people looked humanoid at most. There was a small cluster of people gravitating over something-- she couldn't see what the center of attention was through all the people, and her sense of smell wasn't heightened, nor had the feline corpse begun to decay enough for her to detect it-- and hung back for several moments.
These were people she didn't know, but that she was expected to get to know.
It had been a long time since she had met any one person twice.
But Leah buried the discontent with an internal shrug. We... are joining the line! We are going to wait in line, and nothing shall stop us, She narrated mentally, with the reluctant but determined tone of 'here goes nothing!'
@ anyone at the back of the line, or whomever wants to notice just about the only human present
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