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cinnabuns

cin like cinnamon !




  • P I O T R
    Location:
    Common Area
    Mood: Calm, which is strange,
    Currently: Tutoring
    Interaction: Kitty
    [ PixieDust PixieDust ]

    [div=position: relative; width: 100%;height: 200px; overflow: hidden; padding: 2px][div=width: 100%; padding-right: 200px; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; color: #3A373F;]Piotr let out a soft sigh he hadn't known he was holding, shifting some of the books he'd laid down in a corner. Honestly, this time of the year was so much more frantic; everyone was running around, cramming, getting the last bit of knowledge in, finally picking up those damn books in the bookstore the professor's been telling you to get for months--oh, whoops. Even Piotr was a little on edge. But it was kind of nice, seeing everyone work together to reach a common goal. Piotr wasn't oblivious - he knew they were all just trying to get to next week, and then, they'd be surprised about the dance that came after. He couldn't blame them. Throwing a party to appreciate the hard work the students had done was a smart move. Especially since they definitely had worked hard.

    A few more students had made their way to the university for him to keep an eye on; Professor Xavier had asked him if he minded, and Piotr was only happy to oblige. Again, he loved seeing new mutants find themselves. He might have preferred it to be at Professor Xavier's, instead of in this place, but Piotr wouldn't actually complain. It was nice, being able to assist them, to be here when they requested him. That was why he was pretty busy; making sure they didn't need anything else, that they weren't driving James wild with their pranks (Jubilee, Molly), or worse, driving him wild with their behavior (Kit). So to be here, in the common area with a bunch of books instead of having to bail one of the formerly mentioned out of trouble, was in itself a break for him. Even if he were tutoring.

    Plus, it helped that it was Kitty. Although she loved to get in on the action when Jubilee and Molly would pull a fast one, here she was, willing to learn. It was kind of relieving that she and a few of the newer mutants around weren't immediately gunning for trouble. Kitty hadn't specified what exactly she'd wanted to study, but for her, he didn't mind carving out some time. She kind of saved him from having to deal with...literally anything else, so Piotr was a little grateful. He turned to the brunette with a smile once she'd arrived. Piotr hadn't had much time to actually play catch up with the freshman mutants, so he took one on one times like these to ask.

    "It's good to see you, Katherine. How are your classes treating you?"
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nymphadora.

𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
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[ outfit ;; kit - with ;; piotr + kitty - tags ;; cinnabuns cinnabuns + PixieDust PixieDust ]

Kit never wanted the sweet release of death until now; the blonde male realising how awful mid-terms were. Empty bottles of vodka, whiskey, and the odd champagne bottle were scattered all around Kit's side of the dorm room, almost like the strange amount of candles the masked guy had in his man cave in Phantom of the Opera. Kit sat at his desk, his hair disheveled and the smell of alcohol and pop tarts radiating off his old clothes while piles of expensive text books, with ripped pages (used to make DIY cigarettes) laying messily around him. The teen wasn't sure what sunlight even feels like, or how long he actually spent in his room (only a day) or how many important life questions he had sent Piotr.

Outside his dorm, Kit could hear chatter from the common room; He pushed himself away from the desk, spinning graceful as he twirled towards his belongings. Kit kicked his swivel chair back to his desk and quickly undressed himself, revealing the healed scars that decorated his chest before dressing himself in Kit standard clean clothes. He strolled out of his dorm and headed to into the common room where he saw what he assumed was half of the school, cramped in the one room. From what Kit could tell, there were two extreme sides of the scale. On one side, friends were laughing their heads off about their anxiety for their upcoming tests while the others were enveloped by stress and studying for their exams. Kit wasn't sure where he was on the scale, but he was desperate for social interaction.

Like a sign from God, himself, Kit saw Piotr and Kitty talking. A boyish smile played at his lips as Kit made his way over towards the Xmen and Xmen trainee.

"Piotr, please help!" Kit dramatically cried, flailing his arms to show his overdramatic plea as he leaned against the tall Russian. "I need Death to be a real person so I can woo her into letting me die." He whined like a little child, not particularly caring who watched; he just needed his wish to be fulfilled and who better than Piotr, Kit's own Russian metal fairy godmother.
 

RI.a

"愛を知りたいのです."
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[div=font-size:0.8em;opacity:0.5;]Location: Common Room | Interacting with: Gansey ( nymphadora. nymphadora. ) | Mentions: Theo ( invidia invidia ), Ginny, Mercy ( cinnabuns cinnabuns )[/div][/div]
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The exam concept was similar to what future Tony Stark put her and her friends through in the compound. He would teach and then give tests from time to time. Which Terra hates. She much preferred to be assessed by her skills in a fight, but unfortunately that won't work. She does enjoy learning. She's just not very good at retaining all that information.

Entering the common room, her blue eyes scanned for an empty seat. Instead, she found Gansey glaring down a girl. The poor thing. She stalked towards his direction and dumped the expensive textbooks on the table, "Gansey! How's my favourite uncle doing?" Terra called him, happy to see him here, studying too no less. She grabbed a seat and pulled it up so she sat beside him. "Could you do your loving niece a favour? Could you erm-" She patted the books on the table, "Help me?" The girl asked, a guilty, nervous look on her. She hadn't done much studying and she was definitely not ready for any tests.

"Please?"
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cinnabuns

cin like cinnamon !




  • L A C E Y
    Location:
    Outside
    Mood:
    A little relieved
    Currently:
    Walking to the dorms
    Interaction:
    None

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    The last Bunsen burner was turned off. Lacey had finished cleaning the tables off in the chemistry lab, and was checking to make sure none of the students had broken any of the burners while they were working on their experiments. She went through her mental checklist; all of the used glass had been washed, dried, and put in their respective cabinets, and the tables were clean...no one had left anything behind, the lab coats were all hung up, and all of the glasses were--oh.

    Lacey bit her lip as she tentatively raised her own protective glasses off her face, placing it neatly in the bin with the others. Now, they were all put away. Everything else seemed in order, as well. There was nothing the professor would have to worry about, which was a bit relieving. Lacey liked easy work like this; make sure things that are taken out are put back. Very simple to get behind.

    It had been a month since she decided to do something unexpected and go to university. Lacey's blue eyes looked over the lab a final time as she thought about the friends she'd left behind in her haste to try something new. They had been supportive...well, mostly. A few of them had been irritated, angry she hadn't told them earlier. They'd thought it be a bad idea.

    Oh, well. There was nothing she could do about that, now. Now it was time to get out of the lab and head back home. Lacey looked through the closet, making sure, once again, that the lab coats were in order before turning off the light in the lab. Finally, she could take a moment to herself before she'd need to start studying again for the upcoming midterms.

    Lacey sighed. She'd been pretty good at controlling her stress levels, and it helped, seeing the older X-Men and reminding herself what she was striving to work towards. But even they were stressed, which meant Lacey was understood a bit better. It was hard trying to pretend she wasn't in any way affected by things like academia.

    Lacey went out the exit of the building, making her way back to the dorms. If she were lucky, she'd be able to grab something warm to drink before having to crack open another book. Now that sounded heavenly during a time like this.
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Robin
Location: Dorm room to common room Mood: Slightly weary With: Teen Titans ( nymphadora. nymphadora. RI.a RI.a cinnabuns cinnabuns k o r o l k o r o l )

In one of the dormitory rooms in the facility, a particular room in which two friends and former teammates shared, any noise that was being emitted at all in the room was at the moment being rather intentionally overshadowed and overpowered by the blasting of loud music, which was turned up enough to maybe even be heard in any of the rooms next door. The sound of rustling through papers and rather loudly flipping through pages could possibly be faintly heard over the music, if one listened carefully enough. The music that was being played was rather wild in nature, with a heavy beat and vocals, and had obviously been chosen to be played for this reason. The loud and rather grating noise originated from a desk that was in one corner of the room, one of the inhabitants sitting at it as he unapologetically played it. This dorm room in particular could be considered quite an odd spectacle indeed, due to the wildly contrasting nature of its interior. While some parts of it were as almost as clean and neat as a pin, almost rather bare looking in their strict orderliness without any embellishment or personality whatsoever, other areas were quite the opposite, on both fronts. It was pretty obvious with even a first glance that the room was occupied by two individuals with extremely different standards of cleanliness or how a room should be kept.

To be fair however, the one who tried to enforce standards of orderliness in the room, Robin, didn't always do things to his usual standards of perfection either, at least when it came to the area around the desk. The desk was crammed with papers of all kinds, a high tech laptop nearly buried in the midst of the stacks of them. All around the desk, newspaper clippings and various other papers were pinned all over the walls. It was almost like a bulletin board, and yet pieces of yarn connecting between some of the clippings made it also seem like an investigator's board at the same time. Robin, having been sitting at the desk for quite a while now, was hunched over some of the many papers that were laying atop it. The music still blared, even though the sound of it playing really only seemed to emphasize the teen's sour mood, which would certainly be apparent enough once one got a good enough look at his face. His masked eyes were narrowed to a level in which his expression appeared extremely intense and concentrated, a neutral frown on his face as he studied the papers that he clenched tightly in his gloved hands, sometimes rapidly clicking his pen in silent agitation while doing this, and then would eventually reach to write on them every now and then after some thought.

Whenever the masked teen was in this state, one of intense concentration and both internal and external brooding, it was a pretty clear sign that he wanted to be left alone and not be disturbed, especially by the barking or playing around of his roommate's puppy, even though this seemed like something that was sometimes just unavoidable, much to his vexation at times. His playing loud music while very rapidly clicking the pen was usually his way of silently communicating whenever he was nearing the end of his rope with the things that he had to deal with when it came to his roommate, or at least wasn't in the mood for them. Unfortunately this kind of black mood usually set over Robin during times such as this, though it wasn't only because of the midterm examinations that he was in such a mood and was acting so isolated; in fact, that was only part of the reason. He had already studied most of what he needed to for the exams, and prepared himself the best he could, having stayed up late, late into the nights for nearly the past month in order to diligently do this extra studying. It was rare to ever see Robin sleeping in the first place with all of the work he did, and even then, it was in extremely short intervals.

The other reason was that at the moment he was going over case files and police reports from the city that he and his team had last left when attending this university, a weekly exercise that usually put him in at least an intense mood, to conceal whatever agitation and guilt had filled him during such times. Every so often the masked teen would mutter to himself during his work, his expression very stoic in order to hide a certain strain to it. "Sure hope the police can handle..." These mutterings were usually hard to hear, but were evidence enough in what he was really studying at the moment. Robin remained consumed in this other world, this world that he was missing out on, for some time. He never really could leave being a hero behind, even if for now he was a student. It just didn't feel natural to him, and so he couldn't help but continue to make sure that things were going alright and that his help wasn't needed, which was something that he persisted to do regularly as part of his routine. He always was much more inclined to be a crime fighter than a teenager anyways, even though he was still doing his best to be that too while at this university. Having his friends here alongside him was something that was a great comfort to him, and it did mean a lot to him. Even though it could be little difficult to have Elliot as a roommate at times, he was still very glad to have him as one. It was great to have a teammate, someone he knew and trusted, to share a dorm room with him, rather than a stranger. He was always around to help the other one too, in case there were ever struggles with a test or anything.

As the boy's thoughts absentmindedly turned to his friends in the midst of being occupied by the pounding of the music and countless other thoughts, suddenly the fact that they had been planning to meet to study together for midterms flashed through his occupied mind, and he flipped open the lid of his communicator in order to glance at the time. He was late. Robin gave a start at the very thought of this being so, scrambling to turn off the pounding music and jumping up from the desk. It was a little difficult to tear himself from the thoughts that he had been consumed by, but maybe it was for the best to do so, for now. The teen hero's previously tense and slightly uptight expression relaxed a bit into his usual neutrally stoic one as he quickly snatched up an armful of papers and books, ones for the university rather than the papers that he had been examining a few moments before. He probably ended up grabbing a few of Elliot's papers as well in his rush, just to help out in case the other one had forgotten them. Robin turned his head to look around the room. "Hey, Elliot- we're late to go study with the others." He didn't exactly shout out the words to see whether or not Elliot was there or would respond, but he did speak loudly and clearly enough to be heard, in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. He glanced around a moment in an attempt to spot his roommate, hoping that he hadn't been so out of it that he had even missed the other one leaving, too.

If Elliot was there, Robin would head over towards him on his way out the door. He would reach with one hand to give his roommate a small pat on the back before he left, to make sure that the other one knew that there were no hard feelings or anything, even if he had been in a mood. "You coming?" The masked teen's tone of voice and his expression was much milder and even a little bit gentle, though he was also the slightest bit awkward, since he really had no idea how to express the kind of reassurance he wanted to through words, and so just mainly relied on his little gesture to hopefully suffice. After this, Robin headed out of the room, his steps swift and purposeful as he strode down towards the common room on the first floor, where the Titans had agreed to meet, even though his arms were still pretty full with papers. Once he got to the room, Robin showed no hesitation once he was in the large area, his gaze scanning the room for his friends beneath his mask almost as soon as he had entered. He perhaps was a bit awkward with expressing his feelings and emotions, but he was confident and self assured enough in public, most of the time.

Once his wandering eyes found the little trio, he began to head over to them, his carefully stoic expression relaxing more and more as he neared them. Once he reached his friends, his face practically lit up, a lot of the lines from stress and strain on his face easing, as he managed a friendly, relaxed smile. "Hey!" Robin reached to give Cyborg a friendly high five while passing by the other one, and gave Raven and Starfire a warm smile in greeting. He set down some of the books and papers, carefully putting any that were Elliot's wherever the other one would be sitting. The masked teen soon reached to sheepishly rub the back of his head, making a slightly guilty apology. "Sorry that we're late." Robin's expression lightened a bit as he smiled in a slightly amused way. "But do you mind if we join you?" This question was just a bit of a friendly formality, but he asked anyway in a lighthearted manner as he set down his papers as well. He had studied quite a bit already and felt pretty prepared, but it wouldn't hurt to study more. He struggled to find the patience to work on some of the more tedious subjects that dealt with long equations and working out problems, as well as having to write long things, so it'd be best to work on them more anyway, because of that. Plus, he'd always be around and willing to help any of his friends if they needed it, since he usually made his traditional rounds sooner or later anyway in order to make sure that they were doing alright, and whether or not they might need help with anything study-wise, or with anything else.

Every now and then Robin would briefly reach for a split second to rub at his face with the back of his hand in a slight gesture to attempt to quell his internal stress and tiredness, in mind if not in body. Other then that though, the young hero appeared quite at ease and comfortable while with his friends, content to just gladly listen for whatever they would say next and enjoy his following time with them, which was something that he was extremely grateful to have the chance to have.​
 
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.

Diamond Alexandrite/Tigress​
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It wasn't like her grades were suffering as it was. No, she was getting excellent marks in her classes. On top of her grades as well as her extracurricular activities, no, she couldn't bring herself to care about a few tests. In fact, the girl was in the school's on site gym now, clad in gray sweats and a white tank top, her hair pulled back into a tight high ponytail.

Stepping back from the punching bag, she regarded it carefully. Without warning or as much as a grunt, she roundhouse kicked the bag, her foot hitting it with a satisfying smack. This went on for quite some time; she could get lost in the gym, and not just in front of the punching bag. There were others there, too, but she didn't pay them any mind.

An hour or so passed before she realized the time. It was getting late, and she'd been here almost since getting out of classes earlier. With one last lap around the gym, she headed into the locker room to gather her things. Running her arm over her forehead, she grabbed her water from her gym bag and took a huge swig as she crossed the floor to the double doors leading outside.

Pushing them open, she crossed the quad towards the dorm building, hearing the unmistakable sound of a large group of people coming from the common area. She passed on by, heading upstairs. First thing she did after dropping off her bag was grab her shower things. Some twenty or so minutes later, when she was clean, she considered the common area.

Much as she knew-- again-- that she should be studying, she decided to go down there instead. If anything, just to people watch. So that's how she found herself curled up in a chair, hands holding a book as she pretended to read while growing more and more amused at people's studying habits and antics.


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RI.a

"愛を知りたいのです."
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[div=font-size:0.8em;opacity:0.5;]Location: Courtyard | Interacting with: Starfire ( cinnabuns cinnabuns ), Cyborg ( k o r o l k o r o l ), Robin ( MoonLegend101 MoonLegend101 ), Beast Boy ( nymphadora. nymphadora. ) | Mentions: -[/div][/div]
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[div=flex:1;height:40vh;overflow-y:scroll;font-size:0.9em;padding:0.7em;]Raven woke up early as usual, completing her morning routine of meditating, taking a shower, and packing what she needed for the day. Before long, her and Kori would head down to the common room where the teen titans had planned to meet and study for mid terms together. Corvus, her pet raven, followed them silently as he perched himself on her shoulder. Raven filled her free time with reading and studying, she was always on top of things and she was more than confident for the upcoming tests, but it never hurt to look back at the materials now and again. Along with her notes she had for each class she had, she brought two new novels she borrowed from the library. One fiction, the other non-fiction. When they had arrived there, the room wasn't half as packed and Cyborg was already there. A small smile appeared when he waved them over to a round table for the 5 of them. Raven wasted no time and got to revising, already nose deep in her books. Now and then, she would look up and stretch and stroke Corvus, but would dive right back into work.

"Might I inquire what my two friends are doing the studying for?"

Raven peeked up from her notebook and placed her pen down. "I'm recapping some things on psychology." Her voice was a little hoarse when she spoke, realising she must have forgot to hydrate herself. She tend to forget that she needed to when she's so immersed. It was easy to forget the rest of the world. Reading kept her emotions neutral, which she liked. After relieving her parched throat, she took notice of what Kori was studying. "Do you need any help? I've got some time." Raven asked, her tone wasn't mocking her friend nor was it smug. She knew she had the tendencies of keeping her struggled to herself, and she still does from time to time (especially if it involved Trigon). But since meeting the titans, she'd learn to rely on her friends just as they would on her.

A familiar voice of Robin from behind made her turn around to greet him in response. Corvus hopped from her area of the table to where Beast Boy would sit, his beady black eyes peered into his intensely and silently. Raven cocked a brow at his actions, he was always acting strange whenever he was around. Maybe it was because he could morph into animals, or maybe he smelled like food. Raven wasn't sure.
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"Steve!" She cheerfully called out, as if nothing in the world was wrong when she knew she needed to be doing some studying. But she was hungry and bored of revising. "What are you making? Can I have some?" Molly made her intentions as clear as day as she skipped over to the counter, standing opposite him and admiring his knife skills.

"Since we both have so much time, how about we play a game?" She suggested, an excited glint in her eyes. "Why don't we test our strength? In an arm wrestle! Super soldier versus Princess powerful!" Using both their aliases as she waved a hand in the air from left to right, like reading a banner off a wrestling tournament. "Loser has to do what the winner wants. What do you say?" She was already rolling up her sleeve, revealing her thin arm. But they both know her muscle mass didn't affect her strength.

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cinnabuns

cin like cinnamon !




  • J A D E
    Location: Library -> Common Room
    Mood: Surprisingly playful.
    Currently: Bothering her flesh and blood. Fun!
    Interaction: Alex
    [ Goldieloxx Goldieloxx ]

    [div=position: relative; width: 100%;height: 200px; overflow: hidden; padding: 2px][div=width: 100%; padding-right: 200px; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; color: #3A373F;]Jade was certain she didn't need to study any longer.

    Her legs were sore from not moving them all day, since she'd been in the same position, hunched over her books for the past few hours. Jade stretched, letting out a very soft sigh - she didn't want to disturb her fellow patrons. She did, however, want to get out of this dungeon of a library as soon as possible. She was certain she'd turn into stone if she stayed one more minute to study anything else.

    Well, kind of.

    Jade put her belongings back in her bag after she finished stretching, rolling her feet until they both let out cracks from a release of air pressure. Her legs were starting to wake up, which was perfect. Now, the decision was what to do next. Jade was certain she wasn't touching a book for two days (okay, well, maybe a half a day), so she knew her options were simple: be social, or enjoy isolation in her room. She checked the time as she slid on her bag, walking towards the exit of the library. Her roommates might actually be around by now. Ugh.

    Maybe being social was a great next step, instead of being stuck inside with Senior Goody. First, however, she'd need to change. Jade reached her arms out to stretch again as she let out a yawn. Maybe a nice hot shower would wake her up and do her some good. So, she found herself back in her dorm, skipping by the "festivities" in the common area. She could even open up that new soap she'd gotten recently to treat herself.

    Around forty-five minutes later, Jade was putting the last touches on her face before she headed downstairs. Her phone flashed as she traced her red lipstick as slowly as possible, not even giving it a second glance when she realized the number was her father's after reading "DOUCHEMASTER" off the screen. There was no point of angering herself with any of his messages. Instead - the corner of Jade's lips went up as the thought came to her mind - she could hang out with another member of her family.

    Jade pressed her lips together, checking out her handiwork with a small smile as she got up. Alex wasn't her biggest fan, but hey. She could admit she'd messed up. But there was no way her ass was going to take a kid with her on the run, away from their parents. She had to stay. Or, that's what Jade kept telling herself. She knew she had to figure out a way to bond with Alex again, before her father tried to get in the way. She wasn't even sure if he knew they were both here, together; he probably did and was watching to see what she'd do next.

    Jade started down the stairs. Well, she could surprise him. He probably thought she'd stay far away from her sister to get her job done, but wasn't the phrase "keep your friends close and your enemies closer"? Although Jade didn't deem Alex her enemy, she knew that their father would consider anyone who left him to be...lesser than him. She wasn't sure if Alex was still working with their father - what if she was also helping him?

    Jade pushed the thought down as she reached the common area, her eyes fixing on her target. She smiled a Cheshire Cat-like grin as she went behind Alex, leaning over her, acting slightly nonchalant as she spoke, knowing she wasn't going to scare her younger sister in the slightest. She'd had good training, after all.

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    [div=position: relative; width: 100%;height: 200px; overflow: hidden; padding: 2px][div=width: 100%; padding-right: 200px; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; color: #3A373F;]...So, this whole 'nice' thing?

    Yeah. It was easier said than done.

    Jinx looked up from her readings as her coffee machine dinged, letting her know her coffee was ready. "Oh, sweet caffeine." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes and getting up from the articles surrounding her to take a break. This place was draining, she thought bitterly as she added sugar to her cup. The whole "public speaking" thing had put a damper on her mood the minute classes had started. Some of the people she'd met were fine, all good. She enjoyed their company.

    But then, there were the assholes who made it really hard for her to pretend to be good. There were multiple times she'd needed to catch herself before implementing her bad luck on whoever had bothered her. There were multiple times were she only caught herself after her eyes had flashed violet, only after someone had tripped, dropped their papers, or their belt had come unloose. God, how did the Teen Titans play out this "goody-goody" shit? How did Raven? It was exhausting!

    Jinx had to admit the aforementioned heroes being around had made it easier for her to stick to her role. They were familiar, and technically, they'd seen her at her worst. After that whole fight against the Brotherhood she did feel closer to them. But damn, she couldn't understand how they handled all of this. It was easier being a villain.

    Jinx picked up a spoon and stirred her coffee, letting out another yawn. Oh well. She'd made some actually good friends here, like Kitty and Ginny. It was worth staying a little longer, at least. Although she was tired of the work, she wasn't tired of actually being on campus. Something new seemed to happen every week, and it was quite entertaining. Jinx took a sip of her coffee with a small smile. Who knew? Maybe she'd get a hang of this time if she gave it a little more time.

    But for now? She had a date with this caffeinated beverage and her work. Sigh.

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Jonathan had stayed up all last night working on a new toxin, and by the afternoon it was finally at a point where it could be tested. Going out for coffee not only meant he got to get some fresh air and take in the delightful decorations as everyone prepped for Halloween, but he also got to look for the perfect person for his experiments. Of course, he already had someone in mind, it was just a matter of finding her.

Luckily, it wasn't a particularly challenging task. Just as he was returning from his coffee run, he spotted Lucille heading back to the dorms as well. How convenient! Ready to put his plan into place, Jonathan proceeded to slink up beside her, smiling just a little more than he usually did. He was happy to see her, and at the moment it didn’t really matter why.

“Hello, Lacey.Jonathan generally wasn’t the type to call people by nicknames, and he expected the gesture to catch her attention. Hopefully, the fact that he was a bit livelier than usual wouldn’t be too off-putting. What could he say? It’s his favorite time of year.[/div][/div]​
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[div class=textbox][div=height: 100%; width: 107%; overflow-y: auto; padding-right: 20px;]Something different about the moon - was it supposed to spin like that? Marc shielded his eyes as pale light began to pour down like liquid, bathing him in a blinding pool of icy moonlight. This was wrong. The stars were all mixed up, and the sky was too dark. The infinite blackness seemed to pull him in, stretching his body like taffy until he was a strand of spiderweb, dangling in the astral winds. He couldn't look away from that orb in the sky, which began to morph into something different... A face, one that rung with familiarity. Its eyes narrowed as if in judgment, and a hand extended from the stars to point at the earth below. Marc felt ashamed, but didn't know why. He hadn't done anything right; he was a failure.
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Marc woke up with a startled snort. His head rose from the desk where it had been laying, asleep, and a frustrated groan left him. His hand found the mug to his left, which he raised to his lips, but he wrinkled his nose as he tasted the lukewarm tea inside. How long had he been out? He couldn't remember what time he had come down here, but it wasn't like that would help anything, anyway. He had just lost precious hours on beauty sleep, and midterms were only three days away. His first would be Monday afternoon, and that was three days too soon. Marc felt as if he was a studious sort, but he couldn't help but feel anxious. This was senior year, which meant in a semester and a half he would be out of here.
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A shiver ran down Marc's spine as he sat up in his chair, hurriedly wiping a string of spit from his chin. Books were sprawled in front of him like a fortress, and notepaper was sprinkled throughout. Ugh, his head hurt... He began to reorganize his thoughts and notes, creating neat piles out of the mangle that had been his studies. He couldn't wait to burn all of this come spring. He didn't hate college; no, that wasn't it. He found metal working and equations fascinating. It was really Khonshu hat made things difficult. The god in his mind considered this a waste of time and enjoyed making Marc's life more difficult than it should have been.
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Was it really a waste of time? Forgetting that his tea was cold, Marc took another sip, grimacing, then pushed his chair back as he gathered his things. He began stuffing it all into an oversized pack that hung across his shoulder, but paused as he picked up a crumpled-looking piece of paper. It was a drawing, a rather detailed one, of something that looked like him. Only, on his head were two huge, cartoonish ears and a dazed expression in his eyes. Marc growled inwardly - dammit, Khonshu - and threw it into the trashcan beside the desk. The both of them got along fine, but sometimes Khonshu was a tiny bit of a dick.
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[div class=textbox][div=height: 100%; width: 107%; overflow-y: auto; padding-right: 20px;]There was nothing more Maya wanted at that moment than a frappuccino. Things were getting ridiculous to the point of insanity. She ran a hand through her untamed hair and let out a frustrated growl as she looked over her books. Where was it? The one thing she needed, the one text that was vital to midterms survival, was missing. She had combed her room top to bottom, putting everything in order and reorganizing her sock drawer while she was at it, but no science book. Maya's fists curled into balls, and she did a sort of angry-dance around herself as red-hot anger seemed to seep through her veins.
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Alright, cool down, cool down. It can't have just gotten up and left. Where did I put it? Sitting on the edge of her bed, Maya tried to walk through where she had been yesterday, when she knew she had had the book. After class, she... Class! The one place she hadn't looked yet. Was it possible she had left it in the lecture hall? Only one way to find out. She left her room in a flurry of motion, fairly flying down a set of stairs and swinging around a corner to enter the common room. There were a lot of students here, probably doing what she would have been, had she not lost that damn book.
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Wait - the doors would probably be locked. How could she know for sure? Maya bit her lip as she paced toward the exit, trying to think of anyone with lock-picking skills. Would there be alarms? Setting those off would be extremely embarrassing, and it certainly wasn't something she needed to be right now. She was flustered enough as it was.
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Someone caught her eye - Jubilee had entered the common room, and Maya turned in time to see her say she needed her hair cut in exchange for something. Fireworks were nice, but what Maya needed was a favor. Maybe she could help? Maya approached her with thin lips and a straight back. She knew how to cut hair; she had watched her own being cut before. No problem.
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"I'll do it - but I need a favor." Maya's tone was semi-serious, but she tried to lighten up a bit. "Think you can help me get into a lecture hall?"
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-- the lost king --
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Victor woke from his sleep early this morning. As normal, as his internal alarm clock was right on time at 6 am. He began the day like normal. He made sure all of himself was charged and in working order. His body must be in shape and all circuits and wires must be checked. After that, he went into a special mode which allows him to wash and take a shower without short-circuiting himself which wasn't fun and quite a pain to fix. After his shower, he got into his running clothes and went on a run. As he ran around campus, he as normal got strange looks.

It wasn't normal yet to see him around. Even though it's been a couple weeks since school started and he went on a run every fucking morning. No, seeing an half-teen and half cyborg was still too fucking much for the kids with a much normal physical body. By the time he finished his run and went back to his dorm. Ignoring his roommate as he hurried and changed. Running to the common room, and finding a table. His team was supposed to meet up for a study group session. More like his family actually, his team was. As normal he was the first one to make it and secure the table. Next was of course Raven. He waved her to their table.

Raven was one of the quiet ones of the family. With Robin being another. She smiled at him and sat next to him. Then it was Starfire who was a beauty and everyone knew it. She turned heads where ever she went, same for Raven actually. Raven and Starfire never even noticed that they did. Which was something he liked about the girls, as they were humble and sweet. He was glad to call them, his sisters and his best friends. He looked up to hear Starfire ask a question "College Math over here. Not hard at all. " Due to his parent's experiments as he was growing up, he was pretty fucking smart due to enhancements. College math seemed too easy for him.

Robin and Beast Boy was the last to arrive. He smiled to Robin as he gave him a high five and fist bumped Beast boy. Him and Beast boy was closer than the others. Their friendship was weird as hell but he loved the little shit head. He nodded to Robin and spoke "Dude I didn't secure a 5 person table for you not to join. Come here and fry your brain like I am. It's wonderful." He smiled and laughed. Feeling relaxed as hell, due to being around people he considers family. He didn't mind the stares as long as he always had the group.

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𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
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Elliot was not in the mood to study.

With loud rock music blasting in his left ear, and Dave's playful yips in his other ear, it just seemed impossible for him to study. A chewed up teddy bear hung loosely in Elliot's grip as he jiggled the toy in front of Dave, teasing him for another game of tug and war. The black pup eagerly jumped around on Elliot's bed, playfully barking and growling loudly over the music.

"Hey, Elliot- we're late to go study with the others."

Mid terms were a bore, Elliot would rather eat paperclips than studying but at least he got to do it with friends. Elliot swung his leg around and leapt off his bed, picking up his bag from the ground and slipping the strap over his right shoulder. As he was about to leave with Robin, Elliot heard a soft whimper from his bed.

please don't leave!

Elliot gazed back and noticed the sad look upon Dave's face, the male quickly glanced behind his shoulder before rushing back into the dorm and hiding Dave inside his bag, zipping it only three quarters of the way so the pup could breathe. "I can't keep sneaking you everywhere, Dave," Elliot sighed before quickly catching up to Robin.

A boyish grin played at Elliot's lips when he noticed the rest of the gang studying, he felt shuffling in his back but ignored it as he gave his robotic bestie - Cyborg - a fist bump. "Yo, yo, yo," Elliot chirped as he sat next to Victor, placing his bag closely next to him and sneaking a small doggy treat through the open zip.

"Why fry your brain when you can fry fries?" Elliot asked quizzically with a shrug and a smirk on his lips, eyeing Raven's aloof crow who was seeming to give Elliot a death stare.
 

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