Realistic or Modern Manchester Academy for Soulmates

[Dante Verren]

• Jeanne Celice
• Finnabar Mac Canna

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  Mood: Indifferent
  Location: On route to the Gym​
  Jeanne Celice
  Interactions: N/A
  
  Jeanne nodded to Erika and gave her a simple "Later" as the girl left the room heading for the library. With Jeanne being left alone she let out a small sigh and placed her other earbud in. Closing her eyes she let her mind drift away, not really paying attention to what was going on around her anymore. That turned out not to be the smartest choice, and almost caused her to miss the call for orientation. It was only by the luck that she shifted enough to loosen one earbud that she caught what had been said. Standing up from her bed she straightened out her outfit and hat before heading to the door. In one motion she opened and shut the door behind her, the friendly smile of fake Jeanne plastered on her face.
  
  Making her way to the gymnasium fake Jeanne kept up her smile but did not stop to talk to anyone, Her proityy was to get to the gym and claim a nice spot off to one of the side corners. There she wouldn't have to deal with people surrounding her. She was glad that Erika had gone off to the library beforehand that meant that she wouldn't have to keep up any friendly conversation or anything like that and instead focus on preparing herself for whatever pointless icebreakers the school was about to put them through. Once more she glanced at the blue thread around her finger and wondered just what this school actually had planned.
  
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  Mood: Excited and hungry
  Location: On route to the Gym
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  Finnabar Mac Canna
  Interactions: N/A
  
  Finnabar's ears perked up as the announcement for the orientation beginning soon. Standing up and hopping off the bag he stretched his cat body and let out a light meow before transforming back into his human form. With the sudden craving for something to gnaw on he opened up his bag and started digging through it until he found a bag of pork jerky his parents had packed for him. taking one out he began to chew on it as he put the rest away and headed out the door. Once again he pulled out his paper map from his pocket and unfolded it. Looking it over he put it back into his pocket and started jogging to the gym, determined not to be late.
  
  On his way to the gym his mind drifted towards the rumored party later that day. He had never been to a party outside of his village so honestly he had no idea what to expect. Normally his village parties involved a lot of alcohol, a lot of yelling, and a lot of dancing yet he doubted that would be the same here. Either way it promised to be something exciting.
  

 

[Desert_Blossom]

Rosalyn Wilder

Rosalyn's disappointment upon hearing that Nicholai wasn't able to cut threads was short lived, replaced almost instantly by amusement. A laugh escaped the strawberry blonde at the thought of Nicholai attempting to cut a thread but accidentally cutting someone else instead. "Well I guess it's for the best that you aren't a seer then." She replied, not intending to make the ironic pun. Nicholai's comment about her being amazing was sweet, but Rosalyn was terrible at receiving compliments. Resisting the urge to refute his kind words and hide behind her walls again, Rose just carried on talking about threads getting crossed and ignored the flush of Nicholai's cheeks.

Apparently she wasn't the only one who thought perhaps there had been a mix up, as Nicholai began to agree with her about not getting along with their soulmates as well as others. Before he could finish his thought though, an announcement sounded over the intercom, directing the students to head to orientation shortly.

Rosalyn frowned, realizing that she hadn't yet gotten a chance to put her luggage away after all the distractions, but it was Nicholai who voiced her concerns. The young man pointed out that she still had her bags and offered to walk to orientation with her after she dropped them off. Normally, Rosalyn likely would have refused his company. It was hard for her to keep up the charade of always being happy with strangers, and even harder for her to go from being strangers with people to making friends.

However, it had been easy enough to talk with Nicholai so far, and not having to worry about keeping up appearances was a huge relief. Maybe there wasn't any harm in going to orientation with someone else and not insisting on being alone like usual... Besides, if she ran into Arthur again, at least there would be someone there to prevent her from slapping him again.

"Okay, that sounds good." Rosalyn replied, nodding with an unnecessary smile. "I'll just run over to my room real quick and meet you outside, like you said." She agreed, grabbing her bag and starting to wheel it towards the door. "Catch you in a little bit, Nicholai." She called back over her shoulder, before disappearing through the doors. After multiple attempts to get out of the boy's dorm, she'd finally succeeded, but now found herself hurrying just like the others before her who had run out the doors.

Making her way through the mass of students, Rosalyn got to the girl's dorm entrance, only to find that the door handle had been ripped off. Glancing around confused, Rosalyn wondered how a handle of all things could go missing. On the first day, no less. Little did Rosalyn know that her soulmate was in part behind the missing door handle, and had she known, she likely would have been mortified. Because of Arthur, Rosalyn had to instead awkwardly use the hole in the door where the handle should be to to yank it open. Cursing under her breath, Rosalyn got the door open but not without breaking a nail in the process. Great.

Rushed

Boy’s Hallway> Girl’s Dorm

Outfit

interaction- Kiroshiven ; mention- Superfly47

nine lives

 

[mood6]

• remi
• Calista
• aurora
• delilah

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  Okay Remi, you've got this. You are going to be in your element, drinking until all emotions fade away. This is exactly what she needs after finding her....soulmate. Alec. The red haired boy somehow has the capability to make her flustered and annoyed at the same time. Mostly annoyed that she is flustered, but still. She wasn't meant to have a soulmate, especially one that was a knight. He's a fucking knight! He swordfights and shit while she is throwing back shots. How much more different could they be? It only makes it worse that her father would probably approve of the young man. "A knight fit for a princess-" Shut the fuck up stupid voice inside her head mimicking her sperm donor.
  
  What is she doing? The entire point of going here is to forget everything about....she doesn't want to even think his name. Ariel. He shall now be known as Ariel. The entire point of going to this party is to forget Ariel and here she is, standing in the entrance of a party instead of drinking and dancing with some random guy she'll forget in two hours. That's exactly what she must do.
  
  Heading towards one of the sides of the group, Remi scouts out where she may be able to get a drink. Of course, they won't just pass them out, so a bit of flirting is required. It's also obvious that the girl is on the edge of a mental breakdown, so those in her path seem to give her whatever necessary to get her away from them.
  
  Now armed with a beer, Remi heads towards the center of the party, to get her dancing on.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  nine lives

  
  
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  calista piereni

  
  
  
  
  

  MOOD: on edge.
  LOCATION: the school basement
  OUTFIT: petals.
  TAGS: none
  MENTIONS: open / everyone.
  

  A....party. Calista doesn't quite understand the point of this gathering. Sure, they have celebrations back home, but those are typically traditional or celebrating some special event. Who does this honor? The poor souls who have been unable to find a soulmate. Or even worse, those who's soulmates simply don't care they exist, like herself. For the entire day, Calista has been trying to avoid looking at the thread tied to her finger and evaluating what she should do. Over a....phone call her sisters had advised her to just cut the thread and move on, while her father advised her to find her soulmate and show him the....particular skillset she has. Yes, her father suggested that she kill her soulmate.
  
  What her whole family agreed on, however, is that Cal should attend this celebration. So, her sisters had assisted her in putting together an outfit which confirms with current trends. None of them were certain that it worked, but the attempt was heartwarming enough. So, as Calista enters the social gathering, she hopes that she blends in enough. Of course, it's rather difficult with the scar that spreads across her face and the intense look in her eye, but she tried.
  
  The soldier makes her way to one of the corners of the room, leaning against the wall and eying every single person around her. Though she has been thrust into a school situation, she is still a trained fighter. Everyone here is a potential threat, especially herself.
  
  
  
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    school basement
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    her unknown soulmate

    interactions

    Delilah

  yet the menace of the

  years

  Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not

  how

  strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll,

  i

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  master

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  fate

  : I am the captain of my

  soul

  . invictus by william ernest henley

  Today is going to be great. Yes, technically, she hasn't met her soulmate yet, but she probably will now! The Peterson cousins were supposed to come in this morning, but due to a storm they were unable to fly and were just now getting to the school. They were informed of the "secret party" shortly after arriving, and though Aurora typically has very little interest in things like this, she is going to put herself in any situation possible to meet her one and only.
  
  So, like the nerd she is, Aurora agreed to going to this party, but she placed a small book into her bag to bide her time until she finds them. She doesn't want to diminish Delilah's excitement about the party though, so she doesn't mention anything as the two enter the bustling area. Giving her cousin's hand a quick squeeze, Aurora walks to one side of the area, finding a seat. She had recently bought a new mystery book, called A Good Girl's Guide to Murder.
  
  Before opening the book, as she always does, the teen reads the back description, to remind herself of the main plot. However, as she begins to read, she has trouble focusing. The pounding of the music along with the potential of her soulmate being here just makes her blood pump through to her ears.
  
  What if she doesn't have a soulmate? What if she has a black thread? These situations have never been even a potential future for her, so how is she supposed to cope with it right now? Her head is spinning so chaotically that, in her anxiousness, she doesn't notice the red thread that is connected to her finger.

  coded by reveriee.
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  Delilah

  Peterson

  big stress bitch

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  • outfit
  • location

    school basement
  • tags

    here

  https:///www.delilah-peterson.com/awkward-bean

  Fuck this day. So far, Del has had to wait for her plane, fallen into some poor guys lap, and just generally been really awkward and embarrassed herself. And as the cherry on top, today she is supposed to meet her soulmate. The person she is meant to be with forever. Until she messes it up and pisses them off. And, of course, she and her cousin are going to a party. The center for all social embarrassment. Every teen movie that Aurora has made her watch has the most awkward moments occur during a teen party. I mean, she is even saying "teen party"! That proves how much she isn't supposed to be at a party!
  
  Despite her reservations, she still agrees to go though, as her cousin seems to be rather excited about the prospect. Delilah would rather just go to her dorm, awkwardly interact with her roommate, play some among us, and go to bed. But now she is being dragged, however willingly, to a stupid party. Whoo whoo! Fuck this. She doesn't drink, so when she separates from her cousin, the young woman simply heads to find a seat and pulls open her among us app. Sure, technically playing a game at a party is really cringy, but it would be even more so to get a head start on her homework like she really wants to.
  
  Entering the game as a user fuck.my.life, she continues to use a game to avoid real life, purposefully ignoring the red thread that has now appeared on her finger.
  
  The entire concept of soulmates actually interests her, like who is it that is arranging these? And can a person technically be your soulmate if you grow apart, or were they never really soulmates to begin with? Whatever the answer to those psychological questions are, Delilah is certain that she is going to mess up her soulmate relationship in some way. Only, little does she know, it isn't her that messed it up this time.

  coded by reveriee.
  
  

 

[Dante Verren]

• Jeanne Celice
• Finnabar Mac Canna

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  Jeanne Celice
  Location: The school Basement
  Interactions: None
  Mentioned: Aurora/Delilah ( Mood )
  
  Unaware of the true intentions of the party Jeanne had decided to attend. She had merely heard news of a party going on later that day and despite really not wanting to go she figured it was probably best to show herself at an earlier social gathering. Make sure that people get familiar with fake Jeanne so that it would be easier to keep up the front later on. Plus she had told herself she did not need to stay for too long, just long enough to do some limited socializing and so on. So after the rather boring and uninteresting introduction ceremony into the school she had returned to her room and changed into a nicer outfit outside of the school uniform, done up her hair a bit and set off to join the party.
  
  Upon reaching the location of the party she made it right behind two other girls, one who had rather pretty pink hair. The two separated and each went to find their own seat. With Fake Jeanne's smile on her face she took a page from their book and went to find a seat off on the side. While she was still here to be social and present Fake Jeanne to the general public, she did not want to actively start any interactions of her own. That seemed rather pointless too her. So instead she took her seat with a proper posture and began to observe the people present at the party.
  
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  Finnabar Mac Canna
  Location: The school Basement
  Interactions: None
  Current Form: Irish Terrier
  
  Today so far was not going the way he had pictured it, but that was fine. Sometimes things didn't go your way and when that happens you keep you chin up and keep going. That is what his parents had always told him. So he wasn't going to let the rather uneventful day bring him down. Plus he had heard some ramblings of a party. He wasn't sure what parties were like outside of his home village, but if they were even close to anything back home then it meant some good old kegs were about to be split open. It wasn't going to be just a little booze but a lot of it too.
  
  Prancing into the party in his terrier form, the little dog would be looking back and forth his tail wagging to match his excited mood. Lowering his head he started to search and sniff around trying to see if he could catch any sent of booze in the air. While not catching sent of any booze hanging in the air he did however catch sent of food, and so the little terrier followed his sense of smell to the snack bar. Sitting down on his rear legs he looked up at the snack bar above him and began to debate whether or not it was worth it to transform back into human form to get the snacks or find a way to do it in his dog form.
  

 

[Desert_Blossom]

Rosalyn Wilder

As Rosalyn made her way down into the school's basement, she reflected on all the events that had led to her decision to attend the secret party. Her brows furrowed with regret when she recalled the plans she had made the night before to run away before she could be sent to Manchester, only to chicken out at the last moment. If only she'd had the courage to break free of her parent's expectations then. Instead, she'd allowed herself to be carted to the school where she'd had the displeasure to not only learn she had a soulmate, but to meet him as well.

Rosalyn's gaze reflexively flitted to her arm, where Arthur's first words to her were etched onto her arm in small print to fit his lengthy comment. Wow, seems like the people at Manchester Academy know what they’re doing. Without the context of their strained encounter, the words might almost be sweet... but Rosalyn clenched her hand a little when she remembered the slap she'd given Arthur only minutes into knowing one another. Usually she was able to keep it together, hide behind the mask of compliant perfection, but he'd cracked her patience so easily.

Letting out a sigh, Rosalyn arrived at the entrance to the party, and glanced around, trying to figure out where to even begin. She scanned the crowd for a moment, trying to see if she could spot any of the few people she'd met. Arthur was nowhere to be seen yet, so Rosalyn could let her guard down for now. She then searched for Nicolai. He'd been one of the only good things to happen today, even if they had gotten off to a rough start - literally. Rose wondered for a moment if Nicolai would even come to a dance, since it would be a bit of a chaotic atmosphere for someone who couldn't see, but a girl could hope. Not seeing him, she glanced around for her roommate Alexis as well, but didn't see her either.

After the school's orientation, the strawberry blonde had briefly met her roommate back in the dorms. While the two seemed to be quite opposite, Alexis seemed pleasant and at least had not caused Rosalyn as much grief as meeting Arthur had. Though, with Alexis in the room, Rosalyn had used the girl's bathroom as a place to let out her pent up emotions. It was just a quick cry, the kind that Rosalyn was used to letting out when in private.

Unfortunately, the girl's bathroom at a school wasn't quite as private as she was used to, and another student had heard her. After telling the complete stranger about how soulmates can't be real or that her thread was mixed up, the girl had mentioned the secret party at the school where threads could sometimes be cut. And this news was the final event that led Rosalyn to now find herself amongst dancing and drinking students.

The red thread tied around Rosalyn's finger weighed heavy on her mind. And while she never thought herself to be someone who would cut a thread of fate, especially without the consent of her soulmate, what choice did she have? Part of the pinkette wondered if she should give Arthur another chance, maybe he was just nervous... while the other part worried this dance might be her only opportunity if it wasn’t a fluke. Every time guilt started to creep in, Rosalyn reminded herself that this would probably be the best for Arthur's sake too. At least his safety. The trick now was to find a seer who could help. How was she supposed to do that though?

As she tried to think of a plan, Rose walked over to the snack table so she wasn't caught just lingering. She frowned a little, noticing a dog beneath it, and glanced around wondering where his owner was. It could be any number of students currently out on the dance floor. Sighing, Rosalyn shrugged, deciding she had enough problems of her own already. "You wouldn't by chance be able to sniff out a seer, would you?" She sarcastically asked the dog as she turned back to the snack table, selecting a pink cupcake. If only it was that easy!

Desperate

Basement

Outfit

Interaction Dante Verren || Mentions Superfly47 SpeedHunters73 Kiroshiven

nine lives

 

[Kiroshiven]

• Nicolai
• Thalia
• Shane

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  Pounding music? Check. The wretched stench of alcohol and lust? Check. No signs of any adults to calm this down before it becomes unbearable? Check. It's definitely a party. Nicolai grumbled internally. How on Earth did he get convinced into coming into this? He remembered meeting up with Rosalyn and going through the whole orientation. He definitely enjoyed her company, and it honestly had made him, mostly, forget about his interaction with his soulmate. The thought of which had once again brought a frown to his face. "Ugh." Afterwards he met his, eccentric roommate from overseas and then there was a bit of sporadic interactions and then he was brought along. Yeah, Nicolai still had no idea why he was here. But now he was and he was as miserable as anyone would be. Without one sense he'd learned to rely on sound, smell and touch to be his guide. Well, now two of those senses were being overpowered as hell while he managed to hide in a corner away from people. "I just want to leave." He mumbled to himself, really wishing more than anything that he could've just worked on some improvised music in the safety of his room.
  
  Just as he was mulling over his misfortune, the unfortunate happened to him. Someone kicked his walking stick away in the middle of everything. Yup. I'm screwed. His thoughts were cursing his luck with every fiber of his being at that exact moment. Stranded in a sea of sounds and smells without his walking stick. It's going to be a long night. He sighed to himself as he started to shuffle along the wall, not realizing that he was heading deeper into the room away from the stairs.
  Mentions: Dante Verren Desert_Blossom PaperGhosts
  
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  The minute Thalia had heard there was a party. She was stoked to go. It had been a while since the woman had last let loose and had some fun. However, if it was going to be a party, there was no way she was going to go in her usual drab clothes. No, she was going to draw eyes to her and let the little boys know that she was out of their league. She'd gone back to her room and acquired an outfit that her father didn't know about. Not that he needed to know about it anyway. She'd only worn it twice, and both times, let's just say some boys tried to get a bit too hands on. They were left in the corner with a couple of broken ribs and a sprained wrist. A few girls she'd met during the orientation tagged along and Thalia looked over her shoulder at them. "Alright ladies, let's have one hell of a night." She quickly acquired herself a drink and worked her way into the crowd. Her hips swaying as she danced with nobody in particular. Just enjoying the crowd to its fullest.
  
  The young cyan haired woman's eyes gazed across the room as she took a swig from her cup. The familiar burn of alcohol mixed with the innate bitterness of beer filled her mouth. Yeah, this beat dealing with that pipsqueak from earlier. He walked up all confident as if she was just going to fall into his arms like some kind of damsel in distress. "Yeah right. That's about as likely as me choosing to be a stay at home mom." She rolled her eyes as she downed the rest of the cup in one swig. Her desire to forget the shapeshifting weirdo taking her over as she let the music start to guide her. Her movements growing far more......sensual and flashy than before. She could feel some eyes going towards her and she could feel that power coursing through her. Whether or not someone realized WHY she was dancing that way, that was still up in the air. All she cared about in that moment, WAS the moment.
  
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  Shane looked at his phone once more. He couldn't believe that he'd actually added a number beyond his gender identifier, the meatbag that birthed him, his dance instructor, or any of his suppliers. Julia was definitely someone far more reserved than what he was used to in a person, but it was nice to have a somewhat "normal" conversation, or at least, Shane presumed it was normal. And the fact of his family heritage, wealth, and status never once came up had made it all the better. She had no idea who he was or that he had money enough to provide the alcohol for tonight. "Hey Shane, great party man, thanks for giving me the deets." Someone called out to him. It was the guy that had supplied him with the booze. "Frankie! Thanks, as always, for providing the booze." They shared a high-five and a hug before looking out at the party goers. One girl was definitely there to let loose. She was already on the floor and holding the spotlight, so to speak. The dress, her vibrant hair color, and just her overall presence that screamed, "try to dance with me, I dare you." It all screamed of someone that wanted to forget something. Which was partially what the thing was about.
  
  Shane grabbed a drink for him and Frank, and as his friend took the drink, Shane saw something that drained the color from his face. A bright red thread was there wrapped around his ring finger. "Holy shit. Frankie, I have one." Frankie tilted his head, but then saw where Shane was looking before bursting out laughing. Shane shook his head in disbelief before downing an entire cup and grabbing a second. "I'll deal with that later. Tonight is a night to party and let go." Frankie raised his cup before the pair clacked the plastic together and knocked them back like the practiced champs they were. "I'm going to need a lot more tonight it seems though." Shane laughed as other people started to approach him, thanking him for being the entrepreneur of tonight's party. Or at least, the one supplying the booze. Frankie, going out of his way to direct all thanks away from himself and onto Shane.
  Mentions: MasterJuann
  

 

[Superfly47]

Arthur
Location: Basement
Interactions: Kiroshiven Desert_Blossom

Arthur enters the basement; he notices his beautiful soulmate at the snack table. Before he could approach her, he noticed a more enticing possibility. A blind boy was struggling along a wall. Arthur came up to him. In a serious tone, Arthur said, “Hey man, what are you doing? The walls were just painted. Now you got blue paint all over both hands. Didn’t you see the fresh paint sign?” At the last line Arthur couldn’t help but start to crack up a little. He started to walk away and then turned back, “you really need to wash your hands right away before they become permanently blue.” He says.

Arthur strolls towards Rosalyn with a cocky grin that he gets from messing with people. He gives her a kiss on the cheek, “how are you my dear? I hope you aren’t eating too much, I would hate for you to lose that fine figure you have.” He says and grabs something to snack on. He looks over the dance floor, “some guys have some ugly soulmates. If I had one of those I wouldn’t let myself be seen in public with them, let alone go to a dance with them. Fortunately, I don’t have that problem with you, babe.” Arthur says.

 

[Like-A-Moss]

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Akira excitedly got dressed. Her poor roommates had to deal with her changing multiple times as she tried to find the perfect outfit to party in. She wanted to look cute, especially for her soulmate, but also be able to hold her things without...holding her things. So obviously, pockets were the answer!! She was glad, and also shocked at having two roommates, that they were both so nice. She felt that she'd instantly get along with both of them. She told them about the party, not knowing it's actual meaning, and that she was hoping to see them there. She totally would've invited them along, but also didn't know how their soulmate meetings went, and didn't want to risk upsetting them if it wasn't good. She finally decided on a dress that also had pockets and made sure to patiently wait until she wouldn't show up super early to Jin's dorm. She still couldn't believe that she did have a soulmate and one that was...so good-looking. She tried to ignore the black thread, he wouldn't act like he did if he meant to cut it...right? She wasn't sure and she hoped that somehow it was an accident. But, she wasn't going to ask, not yet. She just wanted to enjoy tonight and get to know some more people.

Finally, she thought that it was enough time to show up fashionably late to the party and walk back towards the boys dorms. She practically had a skip in her step as she weaved through some others that also seemed to be going. She had sent a text that she was on her way, and had a momentary burst of excitment at having her soulmates number. Even with the black thread, this was going so much better than she had ever imagined the meeting would go. She eventually made it to his door, almost walking past it before fixing her clothes and hair and knocking.

Akira Hayes

Like-A-Moss

PaperGhosts

@Uxie
@Uxie

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[MasterJuann]

• Genesis
• Jay
• Julia

• mood6
  character sheet|face claim​
  
  
  
  So, solo-partying was definitely not Gene's thing--in any sense of the phrase. She already knew this, but just as a reminder, she was painfully bored and it's only been a few minutes since her lackluster arrival.
  
  In the first place, attending a party without being invited by a group of friends was out of character. But, so was being in a boarding school, so--yeah. She attended thinking it would be worth her while in a new environment, as a chance to possibly meet some people and make friends. The only person she managed to meet was her soulmate, and their conversation was brief. They hadn't even exchanged numbers, and quite honestly, Gene didn't really intend to have a relationship, so it was a welcomed fact. Her goal right now was to make friends and enjoy her year at school, not a committed a relationship.
  
  Her underwhelmingly casual outfit was a perfect indicator of the lack of fucks Gene gave for this event, still being the same one she had changed into earlier. Despite this, though, she came to the party, so she wasn't going to waste her time. She was going to have fun.
  
  Gene started by moving towards the side of the room with refreshments, pouring herself a drink and looking around to see if anyone would make fun conversation. Before she actually drank the punch, she smelled it and did a quick dip and taste with her finger, unsure if the bowl might've been spiked. After all, this was a student held party, so who knows the wild shit they planned?
  
  She moved towards the center of the basement with the cup in hand, figuring she could meet some people by having some fun, when a can of beer caught her large eyes--actually, multiple. They were probably being passed around from somewhere.
  
  See? She knew alcohol would be involved. How shameful.
  
  She definitely needed one.
  
  The girl closest to her seemed like her best bet at both getting a can of her own and possibly making a good acquaintance; her alternative style gave Gene the impression that they might get along, and most importantly, she didn't see her with anyone else. What better way to make an ally than with someone who was also alone?
  
  Gene moved to tap on her shoulder and lean down a little so they could hear each other better, keeping her voice loud in hopes of speaking over the music.
  
  "Hey, where'd you get-"
  
  That was when she noticed that the girl looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown.
  
  Is she okay? Why does she look like that?
  
  "-the beer?"
  
  She didn't falter despite her worrisome observations. Anyone who looked like they were about to cry at a party was probably trying to get their mind of things or just drunk, and if it was the former, Gene wasn't about to ruin her night if the girl wanted to have some fun. Plus, they were strangers, anyway. Even more of an incentive to have a good time, right?
  
  If so happens that she really did need some emotional support, Gene could give it then.
  
  
• SpeedHunters73
  character sheet|face claim​
  
  
  
  "'scuse me, sorry!"
  
  "Coming through~"
  
  "Watch the petals."
  
  Jay was careful as he navigated through the crowd, a bouquet of flowers in hand and his roommate by his side. It hasn't been long since he arrived at the school, but it looked like he had lived here his whole life.
  
  See, Jay had taken too long going around town in the morning. He had assumed that he had a while before the gates closed, and completely lost track of time--he got an earful from his parents. They were understandably angry. It took way too long for everyone's taste, but he eventually got inside with a warning from admissions, and that's when he arrived at his dorm not even one hour ago. He missed orientation, but was informed pretty well by his roommate--they were buddies now!--who also told him about the party.
  
  Initially, Jay was pretty bummed out, because he thought orientation or whatever other event the school had would be when he met his soulmate. He even bought flowers for her, and then chocolate as a back up just in case she was allergic, so the party was a welcomed second chance. He wanted to meet her as soon as possible, and could hardly contain his excitement--in fact, him arriving late was probably a good thing, because a fun setting like this one would be a much better meet-cute than some boring orientation.
  
  Because he had arrived late, he didn't bother changing, and kept on what he wore that morning: a pair of old sneakers, light blue jeans, a plain, navy blue t-shirt, and his favorite windbreaker. The jacket had blocks of green, navy blue, and red on it, with white hem lining the zipper and pockets. He hadn't put any effort into his hair, but it kind of looked like it was on purpose, because his curls were short enough that bed head seemed like some "casual" style. And, of course, his signature heart-shaped sunglasses resting on top of his head, with a nice red color between the golden rims. He didn't need to have them on his person--the sun had gone down a while ago, and the party was in a damn basement--but he always had his glasses with him, and he wasn't about to stop now.
  
  "Okay man, I'm going to look for my soulmate!" Jay said excitably to Aki as they got past the entrance, nudging his peer's side with a grin. "Wanna come with? I wouldn't wanna ditch you when we just got here."
  
  
• Kiroshiven
  character sheet|face claim​
  
  
  
  This was Julia's first party.
  
  Even in fantasy land, her exposure to high school and hip events and all of that was limited. She's always been more of a fantasy gal, so beyond the classics, she hasn't seen much on life of normal teenagers. She was severely lacking in stats to handle this sort of battle.
  
  Normally, she would have avoided going, especially because she's alone, but her first day at Manchester spurred something new in her. Something that was willing to get a little bit out of her comfort zone.
  
  She had her new friends to thank for that: Akira, who had to be one of the sweetest people on Earth; and Shane, probably the biggest push for her even coming. After her almost breakdown and him reaching out to comfort her, he walked her to her dorm, and then he became her first friend at Manchester--actually, the first friend she's made in a while. He was a little too touchy, but a complete sweetheart, and right after meeting him Julia met Akira. It couldn't be a coincidence; she figured that this place was probably just full of nice people, and she shouldn't be so scared. Initially, part of the comforting aspect of attending a new boarding school all alone was that no matter what, she'd have her soulmate by her side; she had immediately assumed she'd be all alone after learning that she didn't have one, but Shane and Akira so easily washed away some of that lonliness.
  
  Julia couldn't go to the party with Akira because she had already planned on going with her soulmate, but Shane offered to exchange numbers and suggested that they meet up once they both arrived. So, it wouldn't be as if she was going by herself. Even though it was intimidating, Julia was determined to suck up her worries for just one night and have fun.
  
  The party had to be the second most serious quest she's accepted, right after attending Manchester; that meant her equipmen--er, outfit had to be carefully chosen to reflect just that. She wore her favorite light purple, floral patterned skirt, loose and relatively short, (she made it herself to fit her plus sized figure); a fitted, straight neckline, plain white top with long balloon sleeves; and white gladiator-strapped sandals, ending at her ankles. Her makeup was carefully done as well, with the colors kept soft, and her hair was left loose to bounce around as much as she wanted. She was going to make the most out of this night, and intended to look great while doing it!
  
  ...or not.
  
  The party was way more intimidating in person.
  
  Julia stood awkwardly against the wall not too far away from the entrance, looking around and realizing just how big the room was. She knew the event would be a large one if it involved all of the academy's students, but anyone would still feel the pain of a car hitting them at full speed even if they saw it from a mile away. Now anxiously wiggling her toes together, the girl took out her phone from her small purse and began drafting a text to Shane, hoping that he had arrived already.
  
  "Hi! I'm here! Where are you?"
  
  ...did that seem too enthusiastic?
  
  "Hi! I'm here. Where are you?"
  
  "Hi, I'm here! Where are you?"
  
  Maybe she should use an emoji?
  
  "Hi, I'm here Where are you?"
  
  "Hi, I'm here : ) Where are you?"
  
  ...actually, was it even okay for her to ask where he was? Did he maybe suggest they meet up, as in, like, by chance? Plus, what if he hadn't arrived yet? Would that be rude for her to ask his location, then?
  
  Actually, what if he already come with people? Probably, he seemed like a friendly guy--maybe she'd be intruding? Maybe she should just say that she arrived and leave it at that? Or maybe she shouldn't text him at all?? But she didn't come to fiddle around alone, she had totally made the decision to attend based on his invitation--okay, okay. No more stalling. Just send it and don't think! Don't think, don't wait, just press send!
  
  "Hi, I'm here!"
  
  She sent it.
  
  WAIT, SHE FORGOT THE EMOJI-
  
  

 

[Scythex]

Lucas Anderson

role here

What's this? Lucas willingly attended a party? That's a first. The only parties he's ever been to were birthdays of kids he didn't care about, and that one time he accidentally entered a party with a bunch of college kids. Though, to be fair, he had a reason why he came. And probably because of this one reason only. To cut his thread. Lucas had heard of this after looking for ways to avoid having a soulmate, and it was a perfect opportunity! Better act on it as early as possible, I mean, he didn't wanna be stuck with her for a month before he found a way to cut ties.

This was why he was wearing one of his biggest hoodies, for concealment. He looked at his finger; huh, guess his soulmate isn't here. He looked around, just to be sure. He didn't see her, thankfully, but now he only has a matter of time to do the stunt, well, assuming she was coming, but better safe than sorry. Lucas walks over to a busy area, trying to act casual whilst looking out for seers. He quickly realized that he had no idea what he was looking for, I mean, what do seers even look like? Ugh, Lucas! You pea-brained idiot!

I guess the best thing to do now is to.. ugh, mingle. Maybe he could slip the question in the conversation? He looked to his left, and sees a female fixated on her phone, is she playing a game? She doesn't look up for a convo, but you're already here, and everyone else looks.. well, busier. C'mon Luc, you can't waste this.

Hey there, happen to know any seers? Ugh, maybe too straightforward. Why is it so hard to talk to people when you're not trying to insult them?!

mood

Determined

outfit

An oversized black hoodie that has the word "stupid." at the front, with denim jeans.

interactions

Trying to talk to Delilah.( mood6 )

location

School Basement

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[PaperGhosts]

Jin

Location | His Dorm

Mentions | Like-A-Moss

Mood | Excited

The ping of his phone stirred Jin from his nap, and he rolled over sluggishly to check the time. 'Crap,' he thought, realizing he'd slept too long. Akira's name on the notification would have made him smile if it wasn't for the contents of the text. She was on her way and he was still in his sweats. In a rush, he leapt from the bed and stripped like he was on fire. Dashing towards his freshly organized closet, he grabbed the first pair of jeans he could find and half danced his way into them as his other hand rummaged for a shirt. Once he had adorned a black long sleeve and white graphic tee over top, he snatched his phone from the bed to check the time. Two minutes? Probably a record change time for him. Sweet, now he had a chance for some last minute touches. He procured a one hitter from his dresser, a discrete little thing, and tucked it away into the deepest pocket of his jeans. He made sure to take a little extra for his company. Jin had no idea if Akira was a fan of smoking or not, but it would be rude of him not to share should she wish to partake.

He had just finished brushing his teeth when he heard the knock, making his heart skip a beat. In a rush he snatched up all his hair into a ponytail and hurried towards the door. Just a tad flustered as he swung the door open, Jin's face lit up with a wide grin as it revealed his adorable date. Taking in her outfit, he couldn't help but feel a little underdressed.

"Hi! You look great," he said, looking down at himself before glancing back up at her sheepishly, "Should I change? I might have a nice dress or two somewhere."

Trinity

Location | Basement

Mentions | Superfly47 Kiroshiven

Mood | Sad Drunk

She wasn't drunk. Tipsy, sure. The world was spinning a little, but she could still walk straight...ish. She took that moment to lean back against the wall of the basement and down the last of her beer. Her face scrunched up as she did so. Trinity didn't much enjoy the hoppy flavor, but they'd cut her off after she'd finished two mixed drinks and a shot in under 30 minutes. She'd ignored the recommendation to eat something. Why waste the buzz by soaking it up with carbs? Nah, she rather stay drun--tipsy.

The party was at full volume now. Whether the music was good or not was a mystery to her, but many of the snazzier looking students had taken to the dance floor so she assumed it was decent enough. Certainly it must be loud based on the vibration of the bass and the gesticulations of the crowd. She tried to take another swig of her drink, only to remember with disappointment that it was empty. The single drop of beer was a sour note on her tongue as she turned a sharp gaze upon the center of the room. One girl had taken over the party, all sway of the hips and sensual looks. From Trin's perspective, she was dancing in complete silence as everybody stared and shuffled around her. The humor of that awkward scene actually brought a smile to her face. Not that she didn't look good. Trinity couldn't judge, in any case. She was still wearing the most basic clothes from earlier. After forcing herself to go to orientation, she never actually went back to her dorm. Instead, she found a quiet place to smoke a cigarette and shared a brief encounter with a couple other students. They were the ones to inform her of the party. She mostly came for the booze, but the potential of meeting a seer that could cut threads had motivated her as well.

She had done a lot of thinking. Too much, in fact; hence the craving for alcohol's classic numbness. Despite her efforts, her mind was still full, albeit more sluggish and irrational. Ignoring her own damage, the rest boiled down to guilt. The way she'd reacted to her soulmate was...heartless, at least from his perspective. She couldn't know what he had made of it, but she could guess it wasn't any warm and fuzzy feelings. She had originally contemplated attending the party and cutting their thread, thinking that would be better for him. Although, she had to wonder what that meant for her curse. Then she thought she should speak to him, at least to explain that she didn't want a relationship, and give him the option to cut the thread. She'd eventually chickened out of that, too. So she drank. But honestly, she was just mopey now. Mopey and confused.

Without the prospect of more alcohol, she thought it better to leave. The girl hadn't been to her dorm all day, hadn't even met her roommate, and she was ready to go home and pass out. It was as she was glancing about for the exit that she caught sight of her hand and her heart gave out. The red thread had appeared at some point and she had not noticed. Following it with her eyes, she locked onto the person who'd plagued her thoughts all day. Anxiety squeezed her chest tight. He was walking along the wall closer to the exit. Why would he be wandering around at a party? Did he actually enjoy this chaos? She continued to study him, and came to the conclusion that he was lost. And then she felt her body tilting too far forward, and nearly fell face first.

She gasped and pulled herself up, leaning a warm cheek against the cool wall. But the sight she snapped back to left a sinking feeling in her stomach. Another boy had approached her soulmate...no, Nicolai, and was speaking to him. They were too far away for her to read his lips clearly, but from what she could gather, she didn't like the interaction. It ended abruptly, with the boy appearing to cackle. It struck her as the expression a bully would make. If that was his game, she would be sure to smash her empty beer bottle over his head should she witness it again...however, her hazy mind could only focus on one thing at a time. And she had just realized that Nicolai was missing his stick. 'I'm so dumb,' she thought with a frown.

She sighed rather noisily before slowly making her way closer to the boy. Her heart beat faster with nerves as she approached, unsure what she was even supposed to do to help him. By the time she'd reached speaking distance to him, Trinity rattled around in her brain for a greeting that made sense.

"Where's your walking stick?" She blurted out. Ugh, why was she so bad at this? Would he even hear her over the din, or just stumble into her?

TEMPLATE © BOKEH​

 

[mood6]

mood

tipsy

location

the school basement

outfit

peep my fit!

tags

MasterJuann

remi hart

oh darling, go buy a brain

Remi's dancing is halted by a woman approaching her, but she quickly resumes while still paying attention to her. She wants a beer, huh? Remi herself really should have gotten a shot instead of a simple beer. She needs to get drunk, and fast. "That guy" She gestures to the guy she had gotten her drink from, who is now surrounded by people desperate for his attention. "But you have to flirt and kinda shove yourself in his face to get one, and it doesn't look like you'd be down for that" She chuckles, glancing from the girl to her drink. This may be the opportunity to get herself a new drink, as well as a friend.

"I'm Remi. And we should find some better drinks. I need something stronger to deal with this school" The teen smirks, gesturing to all the couples that seem to be on top of each other around them. Gross.

Grabbing the girl's arm, Remi proceeds to drag her to the nearest guy, who supplies her with the shot she has been looking for. Shit, that's the stuff. Her head begins to feel somewhat fuzzy and warm, but if anything it seems to encourage her. "So," She pauses, taking a minute to take a sip of the forgotten beer. "What's your name and what's going wrong that you ended up here?" She asks, with a small smirk on her face. Anyone sane would have gone with their soulmate and she seems to be alone, so something must be up.

Of course, that may just be Remi projecting her issues but shhhhhhh. Sure, her soulmate is the literal opposite of her. But she doesn't have to think about that now. She can drink, flirt with some single desperate guy and cry later. Crying is reserved for 3AM and later. She doesn't make the rules. If she did, she would have a soulmate by her side.

Alec. Every time she closes her eyes his red hair flashes before her. Fuck. She needs another drink. Nope, nevermind. If she gets another drink then she'll be drunk and she will cling on to this poor girl all night. And no one wants that.

nine lives

 

[Dante Verren]

Finnabar Mac Canna
Location: The school Basement
Interactions: Roselyn Desert_Blossom Arthur Superfly47
Current Form: Manx Cat


Finnabar looked up at the strawberry blonde girl who had approached the snack table. She looked down at him and asked him if he could find a seer. He wasn't sure about what a seer was but she seemed rather distressed. Either way his eyes shifted to the pink looking snack that the girl picked up and his tail wagged bag and forth. He wasn't sure what it was but it looked delicious and there was the hope that the snack was for him. Though it probably wasn't. Instead of getting his snack another figure approached, this one being Arthur the prankster he had met earlier in the day. His ears flattened at the poor attempt at flirting from Arthur towards the girl Finnabar assumed was Arthur's soulmate. While he liked the guy's idea of a prank, even the recluse Irishman knew he had to work on his romantic side.

Seeing as how it was now unlikely he was going to get someone to grab a snack for him, the little terrier ducked under the table and shifted into his cat form, popping out on the other side of the table as his black and white Manx form. With one leap the ball of fluff landed on the other side of the snack table away from the two soulmates. Sitting on his hind legs the cat looked over the selections of snacks, there was a variety of different sweets but he wasn't in the mood for sweets right now, what he was starting to crave was something with meat. Finding what looked like to be some kind of mini sausage on a platter next to a bunch of cheese, he extended his claws and skewered one of the sausages with them. With his snack acquired the cat started to munch on it, the stub of a tail moving back and forth in a happy manner.

 

[Desert_Blossom]

Rosalyn Wilder

Rosalyn was just about to take a bite of the pink frosted cupcake that was calling her name, when Arthur's arrival derailed her. Unused to displays of affection, even simple ones such as a peck on the cheek, Rose jumped a little and turned towards her assailant with wide eyes. Seeing that it was Arthur though, the strawberry blonde's eyes narrowed immediately.

Strike One.

"I was doing okay, but we'll see how long that lasts..." The pinkette replied to Arthur's question about her wellbeing. Her blood was already starting to boil from his lack of boundaries, but she told herself to just stay calm. A dance was no place to cause a scene. Though her resolve quickly began to diminish when Arthur's comment about Rose not eating too much made his backhanded compliment fall flat and elicited a scowl.

Strike Two.

Gripping the cupcake a little tighter, Rosalyn bit her tongue to keep from saying something sarcastic. She'd already learned that sarcasm was lost on her soulmate, and that he'd likely take whatever she said literally. Arthur chose a snack for himself from the table, and glanced over to the dance floor. Before Rose even had a chance to try to think of a safer topic of conversation, Arthur made an off color comment about thinking some girls at the party were ugly.

And Strike Three!

One second the cupcake was safely in Rosalyn's hand, and the next it was being smashed into Arthur's face. The prankster's perfect storm of comments had bested Rose's patience, again, and had earned him a mouthful of pink frosting and cake. Pulling her hand back and flicking some of the mess off of it, Rosalyn looked at Arthur incredulously. Her intent had been to try to shut him up by occupying his mouth, but the act of smearing cake on his face was also satisfying. Not as satisfying as a slap would have been, but close...

"Are you actively trying to make me mad, or does that just come naturally to you?" Rose asked bluntly, amazed by how quickly Arthur could get a rise out of her. She typically was well trained at keeping her cool, but she doubted even a saint could put up with Arthur's rude remarks. She wasn't about to just let him objectify her or other girls, and especially wouldn't put up with the person she was supposedly "meant to be with" calling other women ugly.

"And I'll eat whatever I want to eat, thank you very much." Rosalyn announced, grabbing another cupcake from the snack table. The pinkette turned to Arthur and took a huge bite of the dessert, just to show him that she didn't care about "losing her fine figure". Even before she swallowed, she turned around to take a second treat out of principle, but stopped spotting a cat on the table.

Already in a bad mood, her immediate instincts were to shoo the feline away from the food. However, Rosalyn caught herself before doing so, realizing that it would be cruel to take her annoyance out on the cat. Letting out a slow breath, Rosalyn grabbed a napkin instead, and wiped the rest of the frosting off her hand. She then grabbed a small plate and put a few of the mini sausages on it for the cat.

"Here, so you don't get in trouble..." She said simply, setting the plate off to the side so the cat wouldn't look like it was in danger of contaminating the food. "I'd watch out though, there was a dog running around here earlier..." Rose added, before turning back to Arthur. Feeling a little guilty for her rash action, she offered him a napkin to help clean up.

"Maybe you should try thinking about what you're going to say before you say it... And I'll try not to waste anymore cupcakes." Rose suggested, trying to make some kind of peace with Arthur.

Annoyed

Basement

Outfit

Superfly47 Dante Verren

nine lives

 

[Kiroshiven]

• Nicolai
• Tetsuya
• Thalia
• Shane

• 
  The music was getting louder, the smells were getting worse, and Nicolai felt completely helpless without his walking stick. I should have just stayed in my room. He sighed to himself while continuing to walk along the wall. That is until some guy that thought he'd be funny walked up. “Hey man, what are you doing? The walls were just painted. Now you got blue paint all over both hands. Didn’t you see the fresh paint sign?” Nicolai rolled his eyes but smirked. "Sorry. Everything just slides off my skin, so I can't tell." He shook his head as there was no response. Must've walked off. He shrugged before continuing to make his way along the wall. However, he didn't get too far before a voice stopped him in his tracks.
  
  "Where's your walking stick?" The voice of his soulmate stopped him dead in his tracks. She'd ran off before but now here she was approaching him and asking something that hinted at concern for him. How mixed of signals can you send? He shook himself trying to gather his thoughts. Focus. Don't get her all scared again. "To be honest, I don't know. My one from earlier is currently missing, and my spare was kicked about the room. So, I'm a bit lost and just trying to leave." He sighed. "I know I'm not exactly the person you wanted to see, but can you help me get out of this hell hole?"
  PaperGhosts Superfly47
  
• 
  The party had been going full swing for a little bit and yet one man, whom had been so outgoing all morning and afternoon, stood against a wall. Despite being dressed to impress, he just didn't seem into it. The kitsune's eyes were glued to one thing, the bright red thread wrapped around his finger. Normally, Tets would've been on the floor dancing with the girl that had garnered the attention of everyone, but his interactions with Jin and Akira earlier had left him........puzzled. Could he have a relationship like that? What would it be like? Would his soulmate even look at him now? She'd have to have figured he was avoiding her all day. "Yeah. No way that's going to go well." Tets sighed as he looked out to the floor again. His twin tails drooping down to the floor when he was approached by someone.
  
  "Hey man. You seem a little down." Tetsuya looked to the guy and raised an eyebrow out of curiosity and annoyance. "Easy fox-boy, I'm not here to cause problems." The boy smiled as he placed a hand on Tetsuya's shoulder. The boy's green hues shining with pride and mischief. "I'm actually here to offer you something that I think may help. You see, I've noticed you've been staring at the thread on your finger since you got here. It seems that you have a problem with your soulmate. What if I told you that I could snip that thread right here, right now and you wouldn't be plagued by it anymore?" Tetsuay reached up and grabbed the hand of the man. HIs grip quickly turning vice-like as Tetsuya did everything to control his temper at that moment. "Uh, buddy. You're kind of.....hurting me." The male groaned in pain as Tetsuya gave him a cold look before throwing the boy to the floor.
  
  "And what makes you think that I WANT to cut my thread?" Tetsuya's temper was flaring. Sure, he'd avoided his soulmate, but that was for different reasons. It's not that he didn't WANT a soulmate, but Kitsune could live long lives and there were traditions and customs that would mean hurting a soulmate as well as himself. Soulmates were something that he respected, he just wasn't ready for all that it entailed. "I'll have you know that a soulmate thread is more important than you seem to realize you little shit. It is a bond that means the world to kitsune and their people. So how about before you offer something to someone, you've done your research and know what it exactly IS that you're offering." Tetsuya's voice started to actually become louder than the music. "And if you so much as THINK about asking me or anyone to cut their thread in my presence again, I'll see to it that you regret it for the rest of ETERNITY!" At the last words, two small purple flames appeared at the end of Tetsuya's tails. The fox fires shining like lanterns as he approached the young man. "Got it?" And with that Tetsuya stormed off towards the exit, pushing people out of his way. He didn't want to be at the party anymore.
  
• 
  The rhythms were booming, her body was flowing and she felt alive. However, her world of wonder was interrupted by someone creating quite a large scene off to the side. A kitsune boy was railing into someone about offering to cut his soulmate thread. "Wait, that can be done?" Thalia's interest was piqued as she wandered over to the guy on the ground and helped him to his feet. "Is it true? That you can cut a soulmate thread?" Thalia's voice was shaky and uncertain. It was a new sensation to her and not one that she enjoyed. The boy simply looked to the woman and nodded. "And what do you gain out of it? Nothing comes free."
  
  "For you hun? I'd just accept a dance." The boy playfully winked and Thalia frowned before stepping on his foot with her heel. He cringed and squirmed as she removed it. "Yeesh. It's a joke woman. I'm doing this free of charge because people sometimes just don't feel they're ready for the soulmate thing. Plus it's great drama to watch it all unfold." He chuckled as Thalia seemed to contemplate her options. She wanted her thread cut that was for certain. She was in charge of her destiny, not some little piece of string attached to her finger. However, that also meant she was making a choice for someone else. That little pipsqueak didn't back down after she threatened him. Heck even after she knocked him on his ass, he was still fighting. She scrunched her eyebrows as her thoughts ran around. "Well my dear? Do you want me to cut the thread or not? There are people waiting." He smiled as Thalia looked behind her to see a few others starting to gather round.
  
  "I...." Her words stuck in her throat as the seer took her hand. He pulled out some scissors, which felt a bit anticlimactic considering the nature of the threads, and as he reached forward, she pulled her hand back. "I can't." She shook her head. "I hate this thread and everything it stands for, but without consulting the pipsqueak on the other end, I can't do it." She turned away from the gentleman. "No matter how badly I want to." She then began to walk out the door, the party was over for her.
  
• 
  Considering how many people were glad to have the booze, and he was glad to let loose and just thrive in the wildness of a party. As his phone vibrated, Shane walked off to the side. Julia had texted him, letting him know she was here. He couldn't help but put on a more normal smile. "Frankie, I'm going to look for someone." He waved to his friend before moving along the outskirts of the crowd, knowing that Julia wouldn't likely go to the dance floor with her apprehension towards being touched. It didn't take the red head long to find the girl. "Hey Julia! I'm glad you came." He smiled and before he could hug her he stopped himself and pulled back. "Right, no touching." He turned to the crowd of people dancing with a smile. "So, what do you think?" He asked, and as if to just ruin the timing, a fight, well, more of a one sided beatdown happened on the other side of the room. The context of which easily went over the crowd and music. "Oof. I heard a rumor about seers offering to cut threads, but didn't think it was real." Shane scratched the back of his head before looking at his own hand. The red thread that hadn't been there all morning annoying him. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a band before tying his hair up into a ponytail. "Well, I guess you can't blame someone for getting offended about having someone offering to cut their thread. Especially if it's part of their culture."
  MasterJuann
  

 

[Superfly47]

Arthur
Location: School Basement
Interactions: Desert_Blossom
Mentions: Dante Verren

Arthur was stunned when Rosalyn smashed a cupcake on his face. “You really need to work on your anger issues.” He said as he took a napkin from her and started to clean his face. “If you weren’t so pretty, your anger wouldn’t be worth putting up with. Fortunately for you, your looks make up for your bad behavior.” He said reassuringly.

A cat was walking around the table. Arthur figured that cat was going to create a mess. He couldn’t think of a prank involving a cat at that moment, so he turned his attention back to his soulmate.

He walked up to Rosalyn, “perhaps you should work on some breathing techniques to help calm you down.” Arthur said as he puts an arm around her waist and his hand rests on her diaphragm. “Breath in deeply through your noise for five seconds, then slowly breath the air out through your mouth. Think you can handle that Babe?” Arthur said.

 

[Dante Verren]

Finnabar Mac Canna
Location: The school Basement
Interactions: Roselyn ( Desert_Blossom Arthur ( Superfly47 )
Mentions: Thalia ( Kiroshiven )
Current Form: Manx Cat


Still happily gouging himself with mini sausages that he pretended were fish swimming on a platter for him, the cat's paw striked out and speared another one on his claws, bringing it up to his face and munching it down quickly. Taking a quick glance over to the couple they seemed to be having a bit of a rough spot, so much so that the blonde had shoved a cupcake in the jokesters face. Good for her, Arthur seemed like he deserved it. While the guy definitely seemed intelligent to come up with some interesting pranks, apparently that intelligence did not extended to relationships. He intended to return to his feast but the plan changed when the blonde got a plate and loaded it up for with the food. His attention was fixed on her as she set the plate to the side for him. What a nice lass she was. She even gave him a warning about a dog running around, she really was a nice lady. He would have to look out for that dog, maybe it would be a shape shifter like him. A shape shifting friend would be fun to have

As he moved over to the plate, his stump of a tail swishing back and forth in joy at the new food he realized the joy was short to last. Glancing up at his surroundings he caught sight of the new focus of his joy, his soulmate as radiant as ever heading through the crowd. by the looks of it she was leaving the party. That wasn't good, he had to catch up. Doing the classic cat back stretch he readied himself to give chase, but stopped. His feline body was wracked with a physical cringe as he looked over to the interaction a mere few feet away from him. How could Arthur be this dumb! His feline head swung back and forth between the angry and uncomfortable looking blonde trapped with Arthur, and his soulmate who was walking out of the party. Sighing he turned his head back to the plate of food the blonde had got him. This wasn't his business but she was nice to him and if he didn't do anything he wasn't going to be able to look his soulmate or his mam in the eye again.

Pouncing on the food plate he rapidly devoured the entire plate worth of food as quickly as he could, feeling his stomach become unsettled by the large amount of food he just consumed in a matter of seconds, he rolled over onto his back and began to squirm around rapidly shaking up his stomach even more. After a brief moment of this he could feel the sickining weight press down on his poor body. This was gonna be gross, but the dumb oaf of a lad deserved it. Standing up on his four legs he hopped down from the table and dashed over to the couple. First the cat ran up to the blonde's side that didn't have Arthur, and doing as cats do he walked past her brushing up against her leg with a purr. After that he quickly looped around so he was on the side of Arthur that the blonde wasn't. At this point he could feel his gagging reflexes kick in as the upset stomach demanded to empty it's contents and free itself from this sickening feeling. Now that he was next to Arthur with no real way of hitting the blonde, he opened his mouth and aimed straight at Arthur's lower pant leg and shoe, hoping to hit him with as much of the disgusting cat vomit as he could. The things you do to repay good deeds.

 

[Like-A-Moss]

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  Akira rocked back and forth on her feet as she waiting for the door to open, which wasn't very long at all-thank goodness, otherwise she'd probably start to get more nervous than she already was. She smiled at Jin and immediately noticed that it was pulled up, she hadn't thought that she could get more attracted to him, but the pony tail totally just added to it. "Oh thanks! I like this one cuz it has pockets!!" she said the last part excitedly as she stuck her hands back into her pockets to show him. "And I think you look great!" she smiled, "I wasn't sure what everyone else would wear, but this is one of the few outfits that easily holds my phone and stuff so I don't really need to worry about it," she explained and laughed softly.
  
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  Evie walked out of the office building and went to find her dorm room. Her flight in had been late due to terrible weather, but she had been able to get a different flight to an airport that was just an hours drive from here. It still wasn't a fun flight, the turbulance almost making her sick-which has never happened to her before. She had spent about 30 minutes at the baggage claim, waiting for her bag before she figured that she whould probably go ask about it-as it had all of her important things. Such as clothes, school things, and even some of her plants that she did not want to leave back home. She figured out that her bag probably won't come until tomorrow, as it was never transferred over to her new flight. Oh well, her clothes were comfortable now, she could easily sleep in them. It's why she was at the office, as the airport said to talk to them about getting it shipped to her room or not. Luckily, they think it'll be there before classes start, so at least she'll have her notebooks. She probably should've listened to her mom and brought a backpack with a change of clothes, but she just couldn't be bothered to carry anything. Especially when she had to run from one end of the airport to the other, she was incredibly greatful that she didn't have anything besides her phone with her then.
  
  As she was walking, a flash of blue caught her eye as she looked down towards her hand. She let out a small "Oh" as she picked up the thread and looked at it closer. She hadn't thought that she'd have a soulmate, but the universe decided differently apparently. As she was distracted by the blue thread, she almost ran into a group of people walking in a different direction, "Oh, so-" she started before she was cut off by a chipper voice, "Girl, the party is the other way! Where are you goin?" she asked and before Evie would even say she didn't know there was a party, her arms were suddenly linked with hers and another girls and she was practically dragged to a completely different building and into the basement. No sooner that they got there had the group of girls went off and did their own thing. With a small sigh, Evie looked around the room, it honestly seemed like a lot of work to walk back, why not stay for just a bit. It didn't seem like her soulmate was here, but her mom did want her to meet other people anyway.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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[MasterJuann]

• Genesis
• Julia

• mood6
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  Well, this girl was certainly a whirlwind--not that Gene minded.
  
  She had no issues walking and laughing along with her, although on Gene's end it was more smiles and a short chuckle or two. However, as they acquired their alcohol, the girl couldn't help but be hyperaware that Remi definitely was not in the best state of mind--Gene made note to stay mostly sober for her new friend's sake, and to keep some extra food on standby just in case.
  
  "I'm Genesis, but you can just call me whatever," she replied, cracking open the her new can of beer while lightly bobbing to the music. Although Remi suggested taking something stronger, a regular old can was enough for her to enjoy.
  
  "Nothing's going wrong, but I don't think this soulmate stuff will be, uh--ideal right now." She smiled lightheartedly as she spoke, shrugging a bit. It was along explanation. "What about you?"
  
  
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  Julia was frequently looking between her phone screen and the party around her, a bit worried when the "read" sign appeared below her message, but without any sign of him typing. He wasn't ignoring her, was he? Maybe he was busy with his friends? Dammit, maybe it really was a charity invite, and he hadn't expected to really meet up. She got carried away, and now she has absolutely no idea what to-
  
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  She flinched and quickly turned to the familiar voice, never having been more relieved to see someone she barely knew in her entire life. She was freaking out for nothing!
  
  "Hey!" the teen said, a bit more energetically than she anticipated, but maybe it sounded natural because of how loud the whole room was? Either way, Julia quickly placed her phone in her small purse, on complete silence out of consideration for her company. She also really appreciated him holding himself back from the sudden hug, and if Shane had enough perception, he'd probably see it on her now more gentle expression.
  
  Still, her body was obviously stiff in this unfamiliar environment. To be honest, she felt out of place, and a bit awkward--but, Julia was really looking forward to her first exciting experience. Minus the (slight) anxiety-induced nausea...
  
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  Before she could answer Shane's question, the sudden fight that broke out not too far away from them interrupted them. She awkwardly squeezed her hands together and nodded along in agreement to Shane on his commentary, intimidated, but not enough to sage any worry. She glanced up at him as the aggressor left.
  
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  Remi is well aware that her...inhibitions are a bit lowered already. She's a bit of a lightweight, so she is already feeling the effects of her drinks, which is why she is talking to a stranger. In a school she doesn't want to be at. In a country where she doesn't belong. Sometimes, it almost feels as if feeling comfortable doesn't exist, for how could it if she had never experienced it? She dropped this idea quickly though, as it was a rather self-centered one.
  
  As such, with her state, she did not expect her question to be fired back at her. She stands, stunned for a moment, before taking a breath and answering. "Well, my soulmate is a knight with his head up the prince's ass. He's really cute and really obviously wants to be with me, but I can't trust him for shit. So, I need to break it off before it starts without making him feel shitty" She responds, probably unloading a bit more than she should. However, the girl hasn't said her issues aloud yet and it feels kinda good, as does the buzz circulating through her system.
  
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  OUTFIT: petals.
  TAGS: Kiroshiven
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  Calista's eyes are drawn to a conversation between a human and some sort of animal man when it appears to be taking a hostile turn, but her mind whirs into overdrive the second she feels a tug on her hand. This is her soulmate. The one she is meant to be with, for the foreseeable future anyway. And he is...violent. That in itself wouldn't bother her, as she is herself a warrior, but what does is the state of his enemy. He is not an enemy at all. He is a weak, scrawny boy who poses no threat. Her soulmate is not a man of honor. That is for certain.
  
  What also is certain based on the words shouted over the music, is that her soulmate still wants her. He doesn't want to rid them of the bond that plagues the pair. Why not? It causes no pain, simply rids them of a fate that would only end in pain. For, after seeing this man, she knows it would only end in pain. These two would not work. A soldier who follows orders and an angry, chaotic teen who mimics the animal he appears to be. They would never work.
  
  Maybe she can marry someone from her grove? Or at least, bond with and have children. Another soldier maybe, so they could teach them to defend the weak. She would have to write her sisters looking for a match.
  
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  "This isn't a great first impression soulmate." She states, her tone rather unemotional. As she was trained to.
  
  
  code by low fidelity.
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  Calista's eyes are drawn to a conversation between a human and some sort of animal man when it appears to be taking a hostile turn, but her mind whirs into overdrive the second she feels a tug on her hand. This is her soulmate. The one she is meant to be with, for the foreseeable future anyway. And he is...violent. That in itself wouldn't bother her, as she is herself a warrior, but what does is the state of his enemy. He is not an enemy at all. He is a weak, scrawny boy who poses no threat. Her soulmate is not a man of honor. That is for certain.
  
  What also is certain based on the words shouted over the music, is that her soulmate still wants her. He doesn't want to rid them of the bond that plagues the pair. Why not? It causes no pain, simply rids them of a fate that would only end in pain. For, after seeing this man, she knows it would only end in pain. These two would not work. A soldier who follows orders and an angry, chaotic teen who mimics the animal he appears to be. They would never work.
  
  Maybe she can marry someone from her grove? Or at least, bond with and have children. Another soldier maybe, so they could teach them to defend the weak. She would have to write her sisters looking for a match.
  
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[Desert_Blossom]

Rosalyn Wilder

Rosalyn watched Arthur as he cleaned the cupcake off his face, resisting the desire to roll her eyes when he commented on her needing to work on her anger issues and her being pretty enough to overlook said issues. "Well, you need to work on how you speak to women." She retorted, trying not to get riled up again. "So I guess we both have things we can improve."

The pinkette wanted to explain to Arthur that he was the one bringing out her anger issues, and that she usually didn't act like this, but a commotion on the other side of the basement diverted her attention. A Kitsune was yelling at a young man who appeared to be a seer about not wanting his soulmate thread cut. Part of Rose was thankful she wasn't the only one to lose their temper tonight, though she and the fox were upset for opposite reasons. While he obviously didn't want his thread cut, that was why Rose had come to the party.

The strawberry blonde glanced down at the string around her finger before back at Arthur as he walked up to her. She opened her mouth to confess her thoughts rather than go behind his back, but the words died on her lips when Arther put his arm around her waist. Perhaps you should work on some breathing techniques to help calm you down. Rosalyn's face flushed, both in embarrassment and indignation, when Arthur rested his hand on her diaphragm, coaching her to breath in and out slowly. The pinkette could hardly stand to be in the same room as the prankster as it was, and now she was just about as close as she could get to him.

"Yeah, I got it..." Rose replied, smiling through gritted teeth in the hopes Arthur would release her if she proved she could breath without his help. Doing everything in her power not to murder her soulmate, Rosalyn tested out the suggested breathing exercise, breathing in for five seconds... Just stay calm Rose, he's a jerk but maybe he's trying to be helpful... And then letting her breath out... But he doesn't seem to be taking any hints...

Before another round of breathing could be attempted, Rose felt something soft brush up against her leg, and she glanced down to see the cat from earlier winding his way around her legs over to Arthur. As if the cat was an angel sent from above, it suddenly vomited onto Arthur's leg out of nowhere, providing Rose just the diversion she needed to escape.

"Oh, my!" Rosalyn cried out a little, taking advantage of Arthur being distracted by the cat's illness to slip out of his arms. "Uhh... I think you are going to need more than a napkin to clean that up." She said, putting her hand over her mouth to hide her amusement. "You'd better go wash that off and change." Rose insisted. "While you do, I'll just be over here practicing my breathing techniques..." She added, gesturing in a general direction as she backed away to take her leave. Before doing so though, she offered the saint of a cat a look of gratitude, thanking him for his help. He was a clever one!

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Outfit

Interactions: Arthur Superfly47 Finn Dante Verren Mentions: Tetsuya Kiroshiven

nine lives

 

[SpeedHunters73]

Kimura, Aki
"Fate...can be so cruel sometimes..."

Spoiler: Mentions

MasterJuann , Superfly47 , Dante Verren , Desert_Blossom

Why was he here again? Why did he exist in the first place? What was his purpose in this life he calls his own? Was it even his own life? To deliver the divine judgment of relationships, to 'play cupid', to guide others to a treasure he could never truly possess, to be the natural war machine the world itself created to only serve those purposes and nothing else. He wasn't here to find love like everyone else, including his slightly obnoxious roommate that called himself 'Jay' that for some reason, refused to leave him alone despite how rude he could be most times. It truly was...a game of torture, and he was torture's playthingy as long as he had these cursed powers to himself. He was here to learn how to control them easier and how to play the cupid role of his purpose, neither of which he needed, but everyone insisted he take so that he could 'find love', which, might as well give up in now. As if he had a chance on the dead thing he called 'love." As far as he's concerned, that word might as well delete itself from his mental dictionary. He looked over at Jay for a moment, looking down at his hand to see the thread he had to himself, to his probably beautiful soulmate on the other side of it.
Lucky guy.
What he had was real. What he had was the universe itself guiding him to the one he could deem 'the one' one of these days. He could never have that. The only option he had as to make this purple 'shit' thread as he liked to call it. What was the point of it? As soon as anyone saw the thread connected to it, they immediately neglected and threw it away like repulsive garbage. It's as if they knew it was the black sheep of the threads and that they knew that its existence was simply made to be to fulfill the desires of some idiot with the power to do so. Then there was the ability to see the world in a different way then others, seeing this complicated bundle of intertwined threads surround him...yet not a single one for him. Way to make him feel even worse about himself, knowing there was no 'the one' for him, yet seeing other people who truly don't deserve their other halves get them regardless. That was the thing he hated the most and as much as he wanted to shut those kind of relationships down, it was too much power in the palms of his hands to handle. He didn't know the full story. What if they were just pretending? What if they had a child, that they now have to share custody of and ruin their childhood become of his stupid mistake? What if one of them was on the verge of cracking and he just finished breaking them by ruining their relationship? There were so many incidents in which he felt like abusing his powers just to see people get what they deserve when they test the divine judgment of a seer.
Well, guess he was an idiot now. Not like he hasn't called himself that before, but this was the first time in a while in which he decided to call himself that. What the hell were these thoughts of his? Cutting threads, screwing other people over, getting depressed over something the world itself decided he would manage instead and never get?
What rubbish. He never asked for this. He never wanted to toy with other people's relationships, or detect who gets paired up with who. But he's stuck with it for now. At least until he could figure out how to remove these powers entirely from his body. If that's even possible to begin with. He just really hopes that isn't the case.
But now, where to even begin with the problems he had with this place? The orientation was long and arguably forgettable, considering most of it was directed to soulmates rather than a balance of seer and soulmate talk. Way to make then seem like afterthoughts. Secondly, there were a lot of simply optimistic, preppy and purely incredibly energetic people all around him. The type of crowd he hated the worse. Well, at least there were a few outliers that he could pinpoint, but not enough for it to cancel out the rather annoying side of the group. And finally, party on day one...yay. Aki was never a party person, much less a social person, yet he found himself getting dragged along by, well, himself and his roomie, who figured he'd finally get to see his soulmate this time around. He rubbed a tiny bit of salt in the wound but whatever. He didn't exactly plan on staying for long, but at the same time, what would he do for the meantime? That he didn't know...for now. "Uh...go on without me. I think I'll just lurk for now." He tried his best to at least sound nice, but it just came out as blunt. Pretty typical for Aki to accidentally do. He was way too used to being naturally blunt because that was the way he had to be growing up. He would wait for a second or two for Jay to bid farewell to Aki before going their separate ways. I think that settles my problem with him. Wouldn't want him to talk my ear off all day. He slipped through the doors and looked around. To be honest, there wasn't anything that looked super special about this party, other than just being a party planned on day one, but there surely had to be some sort of context behind it. Thing is, what it where was said context? Now, what was this party all about? I mean, I only came here to observe everyone else, but...Is it some sort of welcoming party for the new class? I can't really infer much giving the lack of details given when I first heard of its existence... He decided to lay on the wall, continuing to observe the party and it's party go-ers, taking mental notes of everyone that stood out to him. From the first impressions...meh, it was pretty boring, but there was a few people of interest, so perhaps he could talk with them. He'll probably just try to slip out of here unnoticed. He was a pro at that. So that shouldn't be to hard and the only person he knew so far was Jay, and he was probably- then, before he could walk away free, something rather unexpected caught his eye. There were a group of students...some with black threads...a pretty decent amount too...that can't be a coincidence...
B-black threads?! Why are there... They all looked so happy for it too...what the heck was really going on here? Then it clicked. I-i see...my hypothesis is rather grim, but... that might actually be this party's true purpose...for us seers to cancel relationships on day one. I bet Jay and some of the others are oblivious to that fact... imagine if they got caught. What would their partners think? That they were here to axe things immediately? Oh no, this was pretty bad... he worried a little bit, but if anyone looked at him right now, he just looked... neutral. Wait, why was he panicking again? This problem didn't exactly concern him specifically...in fact, it's everyone's fault for not knowing this party's true purpose...most of them perhaps, as he would soon figure out. Oh, what a shame. And I actually kinda felt like staying this tim- huh? His eyes peered over to a rather fair and polite looking girl talking to what, from what he could eavesdrop, sounded like a pillock. God, he was so bad at this, why didn't the girl just walk away?
Good grief, what the hell's this guy doing?
“If you weren’t so pretty, your anger wouldn’t be worth putting up with. Fortunately for you, your looks make up for your bad behavior.” Could he faceplam? Like right now? Good grief, Aki was a better flirt than he was and he was romantically dense!
Is he intentionally trying to get a rise from her? What's weirder is that she hasn't left him in the dust yet! The girl really looked like she wanted to kick him to the ground and leave, but she stuck around for some reason. Come on, girl, it's not that hard...? That's when he noticed it.
Wait, they're soulmates?! This absolute ponce got a soulmate and I didn't? The still rather neutral looking Aki simply shook his head at the sight in sheer disappointment in the world. As literally incompatible as they looked, they were... somehow fated to be together. Well, with a bit of work and an insane amount of luck, It could work... probably...? It wouldn't, no. Geez, I really question the decisions of the universe sometimes. He kinda wanted to step into the conversation and teach this bellend a lesson, but a rather intelligent cat beat him to it. It was actually incredibly satisfying to see that hairball land right on target...Good, that pillock deserves it, though there's a strange...human... dark aura coming out from said cat? Huh...weird. He kinda felt like investigating said cat more, but whatever, he supposes. He actually kinda felt sorry for the woman. She's probably here for the true purpose of the party...to cut that thread of hers. If she wasn't, he'll be kinda surprised actually, but also show mad respect her decision to keep their relationship alive. Really beats most of the party go-ers here by miles. But, eh, what harm could interacting with someone here bring? Depends on the person, but right now, he figured opening up was the best thing to do right now. So that's what he did. "I see the world wasn't super kind to you." He was only observing the disastrous interaction unfold from nearby, so it didn't take much for him to call out to her and walk over, looking slightly eerie in the process with his long cloak looking hoodie trailing down his body and his hoodie covering his face slightly. He was smiling slightly, pretty amused by the outcome of the conversation she just had, before reverting to his normal neutral look. "But at least it gave you better treatment than me..." Not the best conversation starter, but it's better than his previous attempts, so he'll take it. Hopefully this convo would be enough to get his mind off things for now...

 

[Dante Verren]

• Jeanne Celice
• Ivy Hardstone

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  This was definitely a rather unusual party. From her seat on the outskirts of the basement she watched as the very unique students of Manchester came and went. Some were socializing while others were on their own like herself. Through her observations of specific people's behavior and the faint smell in the air there was definitely alcohol at this party. That meant that this was either a very weird school to allow that sort of substance at a party like this, or that this was put in by someone else and the school had no real knowledge of what was happening. Of course there could have been the alternative of individual students sneaking their own booze in past school officials, but the presence of so much of it made that possibility seem very unlikely.
  
  As she looked around, moving in her seat a bit to peer past different people she saw several different events play out. One couple being bothered by what looked like a cat then a hooded man, a boy with fox tails that had been set off on one guy, and then that guy get picked up off the ground by a rather tall and stylish woman who stormed off after words. Apparently that one unlucky guy was the center of much negative attention. She also managed to catch glimpses of a few other groups, one of them being two rather spunky girls, one of which looked already tipsy. Through out all her looking around, she didn't lay eyes on her soul mate, which was both a good and bad thing. Part of her was curious enough to want to know more, but another part of her dreaded the amount of work it was going to take to keep up fake Jeanne in extended conversations with her.
  
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  Location: School Basement
  Interaction: Evie Cook ( Like-A-Moss )
  
  Manchester was a really interesting place, even if she had only been through the opening ceremony Ivy already felt a rush of excitement run through her. She was disappointed she wasn't going to be able to work on the family truck with her dad and brothers since this was a boarding school and all, but the possibilities of what could be lying in wait for her was too exciting to be depressed about the truck. Instead she was fidgeting with excitement from the moment there road trip had begun, all the way through the opening ceremony as she played around with the thread wrapped around her finger. Not content to just let it be, she poked, prodded, and messed with the thread through the entire ceremony. Even though she didn't know who was on the other end since they were soulmates she was sure they wouldn't mind. If they did actually care about it then Ivy would apologize and swear never to mess with it again... but until that moment messing with thread was fair game.
  
  After the ceremony had come to a close she had overheard other students whispering about some kind of party in the basement later that day. The party sounded an equal mix of sketchy and interesting, so Ivy was definitely going to attend. Keeping true to that Ivy did find herself at the party, entering in after another group of girls carrying one by the arms. Almost as soon as the group arrived they ditched the one in the center, how rude! Walking up behind the girl Ivy leaned over to the girl's right. "Excuse me, I'm guessing since that group rudely left you that you are by yourself? Want to hang out with me? I came alone too so it would be nice to have someone to talk to." She said to the black haired girl with a smile. While the girl's outfit was much more appropriate for a party, Ivy hadn't really dressed up. Preferring instead to wear a casual t-shirt underneath her normal work overalls so basically a normal look for herself. She had figured that if it was a hush hush kind of party then there probably wasn't much of a dress code.
  

 

[SpeedHunters73]

Lykan, Alexis
"Do me a favor and try to smile...please. Don't remind me of all the pain..."

Spoiler: Mentions

Desert_Blossom , Dante Verren

As a natural social ghost, disappearing in this type of crowd, despite the obvious uniqueness of her hairstyle and just general style, she always was the one to hide in the shadows, follow others and generally learn not the stick out whatsoever. Since that was the primary reason why her best friend was killed off all those years ago, filling her already brittle heart with angst and agony, she learned to become a nobody, unless she wanted for be seen, heard and/or stand out. Did that ever really happen? Never, really. There wasn't really anyone out there that made her want to speak out for more than Suki, and even then, her voice probably wouldn't have changed much about her fate...nor would it change the fate of her mother either. They may have not looked anything alike, but she was still her mother...so sweet, caring, and as her father puts it, precious and beautiful. Everything that related to Alexis through her mother...had died off with her death. It's not like she felt like a ghost because nobody noticed her existence, but because she genuinely felt like a ghost...dead inside and lurking the world with no one minding her business. But...this blue thread...as ambiguous as it looks to her relationship with her presumed 'lover', Jeanne...from first impressions alone, perhaps she'll be necromanced back to life by her...by the one that the world deemed would be hers...and what the world deemed would be Jeanne's... however, the question is, would it be before or after the 'Soul Reapers' Konsō'd her away? She shook her head. That didn't make sense. She was trying to make a connection to one of her favorite anime in hopes of seeing what the protagonist would do, but it just confused her more about all of this...blue...why couldn't it be red? At least then, she could guarantee that she would actually be hers...at least, that's what she understood from Itsuki's explanation about the threads. Red meant present...White meant past...Blue meant Future...and Black meant... She didn't even want to think of what a black thread meant. The mere thought of having one made her shudder to herself...rejection... something she was so familiar with, yet still despised so damn much...her entire life, she felt like she was never enough, was always rejected or was just generally treated like rubbish. She also almost always lost in the game of love... because she was a girl... anyways..er...she should stop thinking about depressing stuff and move on to the actual school itself. Well, I'm here...I have a soul mate, she seems nice and she's incredibly pretty... I'm finally starting to have hope for once in my life. She looked up at the Scissor Blade replica next to her on the wall. It was from her favorite anime so far... though that might change the more anime she watches. There were a few replicas, but they weren't actually sharp or anything. In fact, they were more like fancy baseball bats rather than swords pretty much. She liked everything so far, but the rest of the students was the problem...she really didn't like rolling with this type of crowd. Well, at least my soulmate's the kind of talkative that appears to be manageable to me. I think... based on first appearances, I think we'll be just fine! She smiled, kinda beaming with joy as she looked down at the words etched in her arm. 'Don't worry about it!' Out of context, it just kinda seemed like a random generic sentence that she'd hear every once in a while, but now...it kinda meant the world for her. Higher than anything she had heard before...these words...were the beginning of something special...and the beginning of an adventure of a lifetime. After a bit of just lounging about, she had finally met her roomie. She seemed like a cute, respectable girl. She was pretty pleasant to talk to...she liked her so far, but not exactly sufficient enough to call her a friend just yet. She was incredibly cautious as to who she called 'friends'. When she thinks of the word friend, or best friend, she thinks of Suki. Kinda like her, but more extroverted and confident and unfortunately, the strawberry blonde that introduced herself as Rosalyn definitely didn't qualify whatsoever. No matter, as long as they both found each other tolerable, it didn't really matter. What did matter, however, was a faint little sound she heard from the bathroom. She heard Rosalyn excuse herself to the bathroom, and she had yet to return from there. Was there something wrong with her...? As she got closer to the restroom, she could hear it clearer...and clearer...the familiar sound of... stifled cries. She definitely was trying to hold back her emotions...she couldn't really tell not too long ago that she was in some sort of pain...then again, Alexis was absolutely horrendous at reading people... however, there was something she could firmly say. She hated hearing girls cry...it made the memory of the pain she suffered through come back...like some sort of painful and repetitive nightmare...she didn't want anyone else to suffer that...or anything worse... but she couldn't do anything else but just hear her cry from the other side of the door. She didn't know the context of her situation, nor did she know her for more than a moment...though She only had one thought at the moment: Save your tears for another day, Rosalyn... please... She had no business in wanting to tell her something...in fact, she also didn't have any business for caring for her. She wasn't even her soulmate...or a friend... just a stranger she wanted to see happy...or just neutral at least... regardless, she should pry herself from this door. Last thing she wanted was the girl opening the door again to find her eavesdropping on her private moment. Also, the school should really make the bathroom a bit more soundproof... would really help Lex not worry so much for others.

Now, how did she get here, to the basement? Well, after Rosalyn had mysteriously disappeared a few minutes after Lex left the door of the bathroom, having not seen her return to the dorm, she got a bit bored. She didn't feel like playing her games...or exercising or drawing either. She just laid there, looking at the blue string of fate as it shifted around just a tiny little bit around her finger. She did leave her soulmate pretty quickly after she arrived, and she was curious to see her again. Her mind wandered a little bit: I wonder where she is... what she's doing...what she thinks about me... Jeanne... eventually, she stopped thinking, and shifted to trying to do something. What to do though? It's not like this string is a super great GPS...well, I can't just give up that easily! I have to at least try...yeah, try... getting up on her feet, swinging the door of the dorm open, she tried her best to navigate through the school, hoping to eventually run into Jeanne like she did when they first met. Yeah, it was embarrassing, she couldn't lie, but she also liked it. A lot. Destiny brought them together, so she hoped destiny was on her side once more... eventually, she stumbled to the basement, the string leading her to what was behind the doors. What was she doing here? What was going on? Well, she wasn't gonna figure out just standing in front of the doors! Time to take...action. Fuck. A party. Her literal Achilles's heel. A bunch of rowdy and and in her opinion, rather chaotic people all in the same room. One of her biggest vices of all time, beyond cute girls. She didn't like this...not one bit, but...the string led here...somewhere here...but that meant navigating through the crowd, pushing past these people in the way. That simply wasn't Alexis...not even a little bit...and thus, that's what brought her here...ghosting around the party, looking down at her thread then back up to see if she could at least see Jeanne. Alas, no luck. There were simply too many people to even see on the other side, so she had to become what she did best...become a 'Ghost.'

 

[Like-A-Moss]

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  Evie looked around at all of the people that were in the basement. Given how...stumbly...people seemed and the smell in the air, there was definitely alcohol at this party. Not one for drinking, she already decided that she's probably not going to stay long. She went to go walk to the side before a girl leaned over on her right, so she turned to look at her instead.
  
  "Oh, no, they forced me here too," she said monotonly before remembering how her mom said to smile. So she did just that and gave the girl a small smile. It wasn't a very...emotional smile, but she didn't want to freak the girl out either, she seemed nice and bubbly. She'd really rather not start her first real interaction with students as blank and bland as she is. "I don't mind, I only just got here because of flight issues," she explained. "I'm Evie Cook," she said and stuck her hand out to shake the girls and letting her introduce herself. "So, what kind of powers and stuff do you have?" she started with one of her typical pleasantries back at her home before realizing that not everyone here is from the same uuh world? She had seen a couple animal-human hybrids. "Uh, if you have them...that is," she trailed off.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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