Realistic or Modern ♡ Misfits of Yearwood Academy ♡ | IC |

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A rainy morning was expected by anyone who had lived in Brookridge for any given time. It was wet in the morning and hot during the day, which wasn't entirely unpleasant. Though many of the students at Yearwood complained about it, seeing as they had never had to deal with the rain very much. The early September morning wasn't too cold despite the rain.

Today was special for one reason only, all the students would be coming around and settling into their dorms and meeting their room and house partners. Our group of rag-tag scholarship winners and a lone out-of-place rich kid each were going to their own dorm house, that they would share. The start of term was tomorrow, though it would likely only be introductory classes and so they had to be settled in by then.

The start of term was always an uproar of confusion, even for the rich and wealthy who paid people to settle in for them. This group of normal, not uber-wealthy kids? Disastrous. That was the only word to describe the situation, they were all supposed to be here by 7 am, and here they were an hour later, finally all together.

Most were stuck in the rain or the traffic, and only a few were actually on time. Some were settled on the couches in the living room, some were just coming inside, and some were raiding the kitchen. Most were bleary-eyed and wet still, so they really hadn't taken the time to talk to each other, at least not yet.

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  Otter sat firmly on one of the couches, nestled between two cushions that were higher quality than anything she had seen in her life, and that was only the pillows. It was strange to her, someone who had survived on necessity only, to suddenly be thrust into a fanciful place like Yearwood.
  
  It made her even more uncomfortable than she usually was. Letting out a loud exile of relief at finally getting to her new dorm, her body relaxed and she tugged her semi-responsive legs below her. She was wet, only sprinkled from the stray droplets that fell where there wasn't any cover.
  
  Everyone seemed to think she had to be drier and if she wasn't that she would fall and break her skull open, which in retrospect might be true, but it was still a weird able-bodied person thing to try and help in the most useless ways.
  
  Not that she didn't appreciate it, she did, it kept her and Vixen from smelling like a wet dog because they were slow but it was still really weird. She was still cold though, her whole body was shivering and shaking.
  
  But that didn't matter now, she was soggy and looked like a dead man walking, after all, she had gotten up at 6 am for the ride here, soon as her plane landed she was coming here and settling in.
  
  The important thing was that she was really honestly nervous about this. New people, new problems, the little scared voice in her head would always say. Vixen whined loudly into her lap, curled up in her lap, also wet.
  
  Ugh, she hadn't even looked at the rooming paper pinned to the cork noticeboard in the center of the cozy living room, too nervous to do anything but sit passively.
  
  At least the rain was soothing, even if it did make her soggy, and gross feeling and she wouldn't be able to have a 'quick' shower like her new dorm mates would be able to have.
  
  It was always awkward when your roommate or friend sees a shower chair, so more often than not, she opted for a bath. Supervised by Vixen of course. Her wheelchair was in the corner, it probably would be stuffed into a closet, and her crutches were beside her, as always.
  
  One thing she was not looking forward to was the set of stairs up to their rooms, she didn't know which would be hers and her partner's, and how much walking it took to get there. She didn't even know who these people were or their names, the ones that were here hadn't introduced themselves yet.
  
  Otter assumed they eventually would, seeing as they had to have a partner pairing and introduction time after they all got here.
  
  That was supposed to be an hour ago thought, she huffed about the fact that mother nature decided to make their first day a mess.
  
  Now, she would just have to wait for everyone to settle down around her and break the ice. She wouldn't be the one who did that.
  
  She didn't want to, so she wouldn't, and... She may have been a bit self-conscious around these new people, but she didn't want to admit that.
  
  Otter pouted slightly, if she could see her own face, she would have realized that her signature 'unsure puppy eyes & pout' was settled onto her features.
  
  Something that her mom pointed out a lot, which meant teasing, which meant having a tomato face. Otter really could be read like an open book.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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As the vista of the school came into view, Elenora was practically buzzing with excitement. She loved school and was looking forward to getting the year started off right. Eleonora fussed endlessly with her hair, trying to make sure it was just right for the first day back, she was so engrossed with her own reflection that she nearly jumped out of her skin when her car door was opened for her. She stepped out, smoothing out her skirt, she was not about to be caught dead with wrinkles. Elenora's parents who had accompanied her on the way to the new school went through a pretty standard parent speech. "Be good, don't slack off, etc, etc..." She could tell they were still worried about sending her away for school, but Elenora was absolutely not listening. She was way too eager to get moving. Ellie said her goodbyes and took the two pieces of matching luggage from their trunk. Not even the poor weather slowly ruining the hair she spent so long on this morning was going to ruin her mood.

Just on the quick jaunt to her dorm, Ellie was already enchanted with the school, it looked exactly like she had imagined it would. Even driving through Brookridge, it felt right to her. She supposed as a new student here on a scholarship it would be natural to feel nervous and out of place, or at least that's what her dad said. But Ellie felt none of that.

Ellie breezed into the dorm building, the warmth feeling nice on her damp skin. She practically floated across the room to see the dorm assignments. A roommate. Ellie was so excited to have a roommate. Sure, being an only child had its upsides but she always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling growing up, and this was the closest she was going to get. 'Man, I hope they're not weird...' She thought.

Her gaze drifted to the side, to the person sitting on the couch. Maybe this was Farah? "Hello!" Ellie chirped, holding her hand out to shake. "I'm Eleonora, you don't happen to be Farah, do you?"

 

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Pete Morovingian
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The rain was falling at a steady pace, not the heavy soaking drops of a true fall rain, but he fine and persistent rain fall that promised to drench you to the bone if you stood still. The faint and muffled plink and patter roof of the heavier then it should be metallic flecked Roles Royce Ghost was almost soothing. Though this was almost entirely lost on the young man sitting alone in the back of the car as it drove along, gently weaving and moving through the traffic to reach his new school. He knew he was late, he had intentionally done everything to be later, but his parents and 'minders' had done everything that they could to get him here on time.

And so it was at 08:35 am that the car stopped in front of the boarding house was to be his new home for the next several year. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he pushed a cigarillo between them. "Thanks Jimmy." He said with a friendly tone and a nod. Stepping out in the light drizzle Pete hooked his olive green duffle bag over his shoulder and shut the car door with a resolute thud. Walking up the steps to the large double doors, his head seeming to not move as his feet carried him closer to it. His grey eyes scanned the windows, roof line, bushes and steps. With the associates his father kept, it had been beaten into him to be on edge in new areas. Once at the door, rather then knocking, the young man reached out and opened the door as if it was his home and the belonged there and had always lived in this house.

The interior was an older/vintage Victorian design, with built in hardwood fixtures like bookshelves, fireplaces, mahogany crown molding and along the ceiling a picture frame railing from which hung several elder (patrons of the school?) well dressed pompous twats. The Persian rugs on the hardwood floors did a fine job of insulating the room, muffling his steps and hiding the tell-tale creak of the floorboards.

He dropped his one bag near the door and moved to where the provided floorplan had said the fully furnished kitchen was supposed to be. Pete had no urgent need to go make up his room, he knew his Mother had seen to that; she had always taken care that he would be able to settle in no matter where he was. Stepping in the industrial modern kitchen, adorned with all manner of stainless steel, black and white appliances, Pete Morovingian began by making a pot of strong and rich coffee. Then moved with an efficient grace and the experienced speed of a chef to start making an Italian omelette; fresh bsail, antique tomatoes, capers, and onions. Setting a cast iron skillet on the gas range to heat while he started chopping the fresh ingredients. The whole time the cigarillo hung unlit from his lips, being mildly chewed on.

 

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Farah's father had flown out with her for a couple days to take her around town so she could get used to the area before she was left alone. Her mother and sister hadn't bothered, but Farah had sort of expected that. They'd taken her return quite hard. Her mother couldn't stand to see her mute, and had no patience to even learn sign language, which had forced a barrier into their relationship before it could even really begin. Farah supposed she ought to be sad about it, but she was sort of used to it at this point. The woman she thought was her mother for years acted cold towards her, having her real mother do the same felt no different. Especially because be mostly felt like a stranger to her.

Farah's father was different. Gentler. He'd showed compassion and patience with Farah, and had even learned a bit of sign language. He understood it better than he could sign, but that was fine with Farah. At least he was trying, even if he did get frustrated and emotional sometimes. He was emotional today too. She knew he felt guilty leaving her here. And although she was upset, and feeling discarded, she couldn't blame him. In fact, she felt rather sorry for him. After all, shipping her off to this school was her mother's idea, he was just having to deal with the execution.

The day felt as dreary as she did, and she glumly peered out the windows of the rental car her father had chosen. She silently watched the droplets slide down the window and only vaguely listened to him chatter on about how he'd be moving her stuff into her roommate and then he'd be catching his flight and how he loved her and wished that's she would be careful and at least sort of have fun. She supposed it was typical dad stuff, but she felt as if he needn't try that hard.

They pulled up to the school and Farah wrapped her hands around the hilt of her umbrella, then looked up at her father, almost wishing that he would take it all back in that moment and purchase a ticket for her to fly back to Appleton with him so she could hide in the comfort of her room. He didn't though, merely looked at her sadly, then heaved a heavy sigh. "Stay safe, flower child. I'll only be a call away."

It was a sweet sentiment, if she liked phone calls. Still, she gave him a sweet smile anyway, unbuckled her seat belt, and sat up to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. She signed good-bye to him, then opened the door and her umbrella, and away she went. It wasn't long before she made it inside, and she shook off her umbrella at the door, and wiped her feet, before stepping foot on the oh-so-nice flooring. She didn't stop to look around so much, in fact she kept her gaze firmly on the ground so as to keep from making eye contact with anyone. For some reason, so many people thought that was an invitation for conversation.

She made her way to a seat off to the side and made herself busy inspecting the pattern on her skirt. That is, until she heard a voice. She looked up, startled at the greeting, then processed the question. Oh no. A question. Well, at least the girl already knew her name. She nodded, indicating that yes, she was in fact Farah. She then looked at the girls hand and realized what she was wanting. Offering a hesitant smile, Farah reached out and grabbed the girl's hand with her own before giving it a couple semi-firm shakes, then returning her hand to her lap. She could feel the heat rising in her face. Oh hell, what was she supposed to say now? Surely this girl would expect her to keep up with conversation. She opened her mouth helplessly, as if she were going to say something but knowing that she wasn't. A sort of muscle memory. Then she closed it again. Might as well get it over with. After taking a deep breath, Farah smiled again, then raised her hands from her lap to respond. 'Nice to meet you,' she signed.

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A warm rainy Brookridge day, normally meant for early morning contemplation, today Adam was walking down the trail towards the dorm rooms that’d be his asylum for the next two years. His mom hadn’t enjoyed the comparison too much but what else was he supposed to call being locked into a live in building with a bunch of other similarly affected peers. Yes the illness known as youth spread through all human beings at some point in life and as he trekked towards the dorms he found himself filled with unparalleled charisma and vigor!

“….aaaaah I’m not gonna be able to stall any longer huh?” His ‘walk’ to the dorms had quickly turned into a pacing back and forth just outside the steps. His water proof bags filled with his clothes, assorted knick knacks and gear were off to the side in witness to his panic attack. He didn’t know why he was acting like this honestly, he understood people, hell against better judgement he even liked some of them, but interaction with new people hadn’t ever been something he was a quick study on.

Dropping into a crouch with his hands locked behind his head he gave himself a ten second countdown to breathe and gather his calm before he made his way inside.

The first step he made inside reassured him that things might actually be alright, he swore his nose picked up homemade breakfast upon entry, the interior just like the outside surroundings was beautiful; it was like someone was given a budget to make a fairy tale summerhouse and went all out. Adam spent several minutes taking in the sight of it all, from the colors to how diverse the art and architecture were, he found himself wandering while trailing his hands across the walls.

….until obviously he walked into a room with who were probably his housemates, all in the midst of introduction.

And they were all girls.

No pressure, right?

“Uhhh, Is Nice?” he cracked with his his regular crooked grin, all the while silently dying inside.

Fucking Borat. Really?

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LEON PIERCE

not understanding that youre a horrible person doesnt make you less of

a horrible person

the sinner

fell asleep and forgot to die

the weekend

— mac miller

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"Just, uh, gimme a second man, sorry." As their taxi rolled to a stop in front of their new home, Leon's lungs suddenly felt as though they were collapsing. Thanking the cab driver for offering them a moment of recompose themself, they took in their surroundings. To some, the beyond picturesque aesthetics of the locale might make the situation more appealing, easier to swallow, but it just sent a chill down his spine. Never in their life had they felt so utterly out of place.

His discomfort was only aided by the fact that he had spent the better portion of the last two days in a car with a barely functioning heater. The allegedly nine hour drive from Brooklyn to Brookridge had somehow transformed into a forty-eight hour ordeal. He knew exactly how - Liz needed constant stops to get her fix, use, and come back down enough to feel comfortable driving. So, in the car they moved and in the car they slept.

At least she sorta cared about their safety.

Still, she wasn't here to see him off, having disappeared into the night and announcing her prolonged departure with a note. Whatever, it wasn't the first time so who cared anyways. It stung regardless how much Leon tried to shove it down; the fact that even his mother, with her myriad of flaws, thought keeping him around was too much trouble.

Hopping out after paying the cabbie, they made their way to the trunk of the car and grabbed their bag. They'd only packed a small duffle, figuring they'd either bum off the rich kids or not be here long enough to need to. They watched while some dude paced back and forth, seemingly muttering to himself just outside of the entrance. Brooklyn-living had made Leon comfortable enough around homeless folks, but rich ones that talked to themselves still scared the shit out of him. Instead of heading towards the pacer and the entrance, he fished for a packet of smokes, cupping his lighter to ensure it succeeded in its job. He sought shelter under a nearby tree to finish his cigarette.

In hindsight, this was a terrible idea. It only gave him more time to ponder on the shitiness of his current reality. Admittedly, moving from a studio apartment that could only be described as a traphouse to a fantasy-esque slice of heaven could hardly be considered shitty, but it made them feel shitty, which is what counts.

Watching as the boy he could only assume was his peer finally stepped into the building, he let out a deep exhale as he stood upright. Convincing himself to put the cigarette out and walk towards the door was almost as difficult as convincing himself to actually come out here had been this morning. They somehow did it, immediately overwhelmed by the scent of food.

Once again Leon took a second to fully drink in the space, taking note of the meticulous decor and scattered bodies introducing themselves. The icebreaker from the pacing boy caused his expression to break out into a grin. "Very nice," he said, making his way towards an armchair that was slightly distant from where the girls were sitting. Setting their duffle on the ground in front of them, they laid down across the armchair, legs dangling off the armrest, and closed their eyes. All he could do was hope no one became interested enough in him to prevent him from dozing off.

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Maeve Sheehan

Anxious, wet, cold, tired

Dorm Living room

Everyone and anyone

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Tired was an understatement as Maeve dragged herself out of bed that morning, the excitement of her first trip out of Ireland was now pushed to the side and forgotten under the weight of the jet lag she was now consumed by. 5am was hard enough to get up at on a normal day but after travelling almost 10 hours to get here as well as the time difference.. well it was almost impossible. She was just glad her grandparents had booked her into a hotel the night before starting school.

The thought of her grandparents, brought a whole new wave of emotions over Maeve as she checked her phone to see a goodnight text from them only a few hours before, the time difference was going to be something she had to get used to and she knew that it would cause problems with talking to her friends and family back in Ireland.

Why am I here..?

She sighed as she threw the phone down on her bed in a small moment of anger. Her life was starting to finally be normal and yet here she was once again starting somewhere new.

Maybe they couldn't handle me... maybe they didn't want me either

Maeve quickly brushed the thought out of head as she decided to get ready for her new school, she couldn't go down that rabbit hole, not today. Today was all about first impressions, which she knew as well as anyone were very important and for that she needed to clear her emotions and put back on her mask, nothing was going to upset her, not today, not yet. Her eyes widened as she realised the time and quickly set about getting ready.

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Maeve stood back from the mirror as she checked her reflection, a light coverage of makeup lit up her face as her long ginger hair fell in natural waves down her back. She did a small twirl as she took in her outfit, a smile playing on her lips as she sat down to pull on her black heeled boots. As she stood up the hotel room phone rang confirming that her taxi had arrived. Maeve pulled on her black leather jacket as she grabbed her bags and made her way out to the taxi.

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What Maeve hadn't taken into account when deciding her outfit the night before was the weather and now here she was exhausted, cold and looking like a drowned rat as she walked from the taxi towards her dorm building in the rain. Her eyes darted around the campus as she walked as she tried to take in the general vibe of her new home. After all, if she was going to rule this school like her last then she needed to do it right. Maeve watched as two boys entered the dorm building and stopped slightly back from the door, she felt her chest tighten and the knot always present in her throat began to twist and grow. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath, pushing the bubbling anxiety beneath the surface. So she was soaking and didn't look her best, she could make this work.

Everything is going to be ok

Feeling herself to be back in control of her emotions, for now anyway, Maeve opened her eyes and made her way over to the dorm building. She stepped inside and looked around, she was used to people noticing her and going silent when she entered a room and so when no-one even looked in her general direction, too busy introducing themselves, Maeve frowned as she moved towards an empty armchair and dropped her bag. She was too tired and cold and wet right now to really care, she would set her power plan into action later on but for now she was just glad to be out of the rain and in somewhere warm.

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Trinity A Grause.

Many students were braving the morning, all except for one — Trinity braved the last night ahead, settled in at her desk and book in hand. Colour tabbed her student's handbook and her books were all colour codded, with various pieces of stickers edging out from the page. Her hands crumpled in exhaustion, toiling down to her elbow and shoulders, already wrecked from the inside. She probably didn’t need to be so thorough, but the night before — oh — the night before, preparation wasn’t the founding pillar of her philosophy. It was caution who aided her and her sharpness, which honed her fingers at her shoddy desk. Time to go, she thought to herself, brushing her blue hair from her neck and standing up. It creaked in response, heralding into the early morning as the last sound she’d ever make in this room. Rusty-coloured walls and damning carpets (damning in the way she thought there was some blood in the corner), she couldn’t tell though. She didn’t want to admit that to herself or him. She instead tossed the rest of the books into her bag and suitcase, alongside what was left of her measly effects. Most students probably hoarded a lot of expensive clothing, but Trinity didn’t have that much to speak of. A couple of sweaters, pants and the necessities — the books took up much of her finances. Luckily for him, though, she didn’t mind crunching her bank account to compensate for his laziness, a couple of shifts here and there sized her up. It padded her pockets to survive what she needed to.

Hollowing out a breath from her lips, Trinity moved on from the cupboard-like room and to the door. She didn’t expect any goodbyes and silence was her reality; oppressive, coating the hallways like a long looming shadow. Her eyes turned over her shoulder, and a fleck of blonde swished over before the blue dominating her vision. What she caught was a sticky note on the door, ‘good luck’ sprawled in faded marker. Probably one of hers she used to death. He didn’t have the courage to send her off but thought to etch the sentiment all the same. Getting choked up over pieces of affection wasn’t her style, and Trinity left the same way; quiet and with a small thud behind her. She didn’t exist to them either.

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Strolling off the bus, Trinity finally made it to the place of her dreams; carved out in the only high she was going to experience, ever. A few more people ambled around her on the streets, bumping against her hips, and the girl scowled back at them, working the glare like ice. It did the trick, when her space became her own again, as she threw her hood up against the drizzle. Fat glossy drops of glass didn’t deter her; nothing was going to prevent Trinity from marching in and owning everything — competition — the leaderboard and exams. She ascended the steps to her dormitory, carrying her suitcase and bag on her shoulder, hunched what little warmth she scrapped together. It seemed some housemates, or maybe all of them, were already lining the couches. The atmosphere felt tight, like trying to shove a block through a sieve, and nobody appeared to be cooperating on the social scale. At least the impression she got from hurling herself through the door, shaking the hood from her wetted tresses. She expelled the last of her energy, rolling her suitcase inside what she thought to be the communal lounge. Decently decorated and spacious, what she counted as spacious. Looked nicer than her old room by miles — she didn’t see any nasty splodges or questionable coloured specks.

“Please, don’t talk all at once,” Trinity said something herself, breaking the silence and stretching her shoulders. “Let’s get this out here, I am crushing you all academically and I'm going to thrive because of it. Done.” She amended further to her comment, voice hiking up with sarcasm, but a brutal edge which unveiled itself as the ground she was going to use. The ground she’d be using to saunter herself to greater heights and maybe break some backs along the way. Brokering peace should have been the first step, but Trinity was a lady of undulating truth, and the truth she spoke was her confidence. It knitted into her shoulders and provided her spine with the means to straighten up if anyone looked at her. Great start for her.

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  Chunhwa couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that she was about to head off for the dorms.College dorms. Could you imagine? Her relatives couldn’t.
  
  “Legit thought you’d be Rapunzel your whole life,” said her cousin, who handed her the last of her suitcases. “Welcome to the outside world, princess. How long’s it been? Decades?”
  
  She laughed. It sure did feel like it. Most of her life was spent inside, (not that her father was jailing her or anything.) It was more so that her life was either spent in study or online. Which was, admittedly, alright then. But ever since she found out about Fae’s plans, things have changed. Things would have changed even without her father’s approval, because there was no way she was going to miss the opportunity to go to school with a friend!
  
  Is it sad that she can only count the number of friends she has on one hand? Yes! But that’s why she’s going to this school. She was going to make sure her dorm-mates loved her.
  
  And what better way to do this than by arriving a day early to prepare her party?
  
  

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  So, things have changed. Not for the better, nope.
  
  First, there were some delays with her original flight. Why? Who knows? But she was delayed and had to get a later flight. No biggie, right? She could still make it.
  
  WRONG! She couldn’t. By the time she touched down into the city, it was already the next day, right at the twilight hours. She could make up for it. It’ll be fine, right?
  
  WRONG AGAIN! It was absolutely not fine. Traffic was terrible. The car might as well have been parked with how long she was stuck on the road, forced to listen to that terrible mess of a symphony the drivers outside were honking at.
  
  After hours of that, Chunhwa gave up. She might as well get some sleep because there was no way she had any hopes of ever making it on time, let alone early.
  
  

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  She wasn’t sure what time she had arrived.
  
  When she had woken up, the sky looked as murky as ever, rain still pouring in buckets. (Not that she needed to worry much about that! That’s what maids were for!) No, what she needed to worry about were the ingredients she had brought with her. The party supplies. You know. The ones she had brought for her plan to make people like her.
  
  "Do I look okay?" she asked her long-time maid, Jeannie—practically her family, with how long she’s stayed on. The middle-aged woman smiled, eyes crinkling. “Always.”
  
  "You always say that."
  
  “Because I always mean it.”
  
  "And you’re right! I always look good. Even with my bed hair! Look, look," she said, posing, though doing so carefully as to not tip the umbrella away from them. "Maybe I should model instead! I think it’d work!"
  
  “Or maybe you should study, ha? Only work you should be doing. We’re already here.”
  
  Before them was what would soon be her home away from home. The dorms.
  
  “Looks nice, no?”
  
  "It’s okay. I mean, not that I’m complaining!" She bounced, waving her arms around. "It’s been forever," she said, cheerful, hopeful, even, until the rain started soaking her sleeves. Right. It was still raining. "Okay, maybe I’ll jump for joy inside."
  
  “We should get your stuff into your room, no?”
  
  "Yeah, probs should. Oh, did you know? I’ve got a roommate too!"
  
  Jeannie, who was just about to open the door, turned to her instead, eyebrows scrunched up. “Ha?”
  
  "Yeah, I knoooow. Probs shoulda told Appa. But, like, he might’ve said no, y’know?"
  
  "Look, I’ll, like prove that it’s all good. Their name’s supes cute, too!" And with that, she pushed the door open, smiling as she waved to her future friends.
  
  "Hiya! Sorry I’m late. Traffic. You know. The eush. Anyways, what’d I miss? What’s happening? What’s popping?"
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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Rain. Of course it had to be raining. Why wouldn't it? It's not like Hudson was already nervous as hell. He was late thanks to a) his mom insisting on giving him "just one more!" going-away gift (a charging dock for his phone covered in MLB logo stickers) (which was cool and all, but he was only going thirty minutes down the road), and b) a hydroplaned car on the interstate backing up traffic. Instagram was full of posts from his friends and classmates at his old school. And he was going to Yearwood Academy of all places. Rain was just the cherry on top of the sucky sundae.

It's not that he was resentful. Under all the anxiety and trepidation, Hudson was excited about the new opportunity. But you could hardly blame him if he wasn't. He didn't even know anyone who attended a private school, except the kids from Talley's Catholic school they beat in baseball every year. Would he have to wear a uniform? Wear track pants in P.E.? Take Latin? God, he hoped there was no Latin. English and Spanish were hard enough, and he'd grown up knowing one of those. And the people? Talley prided itself on three things: its champion high school baseball team (courtesy of yours truly), the Vietnamese restaurant downtown that was heralded as one of the best in the nation, and not being a bunch of head-up-their-asses, snooty rich people. Not being Brookridge. And now Hudson was driving right into the belly of the beast.

He took a deep breath, watching the old brick buildings of Yearwood come into view through the windshield of his beater car. Nah, this was fine. Totally fine. It was going to be fiiiiiine. Talley's baseball team was good, but Yearwood's was legendary, their training gyms state of the art. This was the path to his future. He just had to survive everything that came with it.

Following the map he'd printed from one of Yearwood's many, many "we know you're a poor nobody so here's exactly what to do" emails, he parked his car and pulled his suitcases, bat bag, and laptop case from the trunk. He hauled them up the steps to the front entrance, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

Chatter filled his ears as he took in the scene. Kids his age were scattered around the room, some in chairs and couches, others standing. A delicious scent wafted from what must have been a kitchen to his right. Definitely an old-money sort of room, but the people seemed more or less normal.

A girl with pink hair was talking about the traffic, which Hudson took to mean he probably wasn't super late. Cool.

"You too, huh?" he said, slipping his bat bag off his shoulder. "I almost slid off the road like, four times."

Spotting a board in the middle of the room, he stepped closer. A roommate list. He slid his finger down the paper until he found his name, next to another, Pete. Solid name. Okay. Time to make friends. "I'm Hudson," he said to no one in particular, flashing what he hoped was his best smile, his I'm-totally-not-freaking-out one. "Nice to meet you guys."

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  Otter squeaked, her figure stiffening at all the now crowded room. Her face was slightly flushed. She sucked in a sharp breath and put a tight smile on her face. Her eyes were wide and panicked at all the sudden words floating around her.
  
  She balled her fists up, forgetting to breathe as she opened and closed her mouth like a fish. Her body sunk in on itself, "I'm..." The single word was all she could get out before clamming up, god people were terrifying.
  
  Vixen made a noise below her and sharply nudged her arm with his nose, the dog suddenly vigilant. Her anxiety was going ham, but she could stop from freaking out. Probably.
  
  The dog climbed up on her chest, and she let out a little huff. Acting like a weighted blanket was one of the things they'd trained Vixen to do. She... She just had to get this over with.
  
  She closed her eyes and sighed, forcing her voice to work, "Im Otter, er- October... It's just Otter, please." Her shaky voice managed, and she peaked her eyes back open. God. That's all she had to do. God, It isn't that hard, Otter. You just have to toughen up and face your fears!
  
  Well, she was still anxious, but enough she could focus on the faces of the people around her. Strangers. Terrifying. Her fingers ran through the fur of her service dog as she pushed him back into her lap. She looked at him and then the group, "...And this is Vixen, my service dog?" She added as if it was a question despite his vest being clear as day.
  
  She smiled as she shifted around, wincing as her crutches slid if the side of the couch she was balancing them on with a thud... She'd pick them up later. Ah... God, what had been said? What questions were asked...?
  
  She didn't even remember her eyes slid from one person to the next, each person as— Holy shit. Her eyes paused, falling on a pink-haired girl and... She malfunctioned. The girl was gorgeous, with a smile as bright as white wisteria and skin that looked as soft as lamb's ear. She wore such fun clothes that Otter could never pull off! And she—
  
  Otter brought her hands over her face. Way to go judging someone by their looks, Otter! For all she knew, the girl could be the meanest person here. She could hate her! Otter's eyes flickered to her legs, and she frowned. She shouldn't make assumptions! But...
  
  Ah, what was Otter kidding? The girl was as enchanting as a vase of pink dahlia. As delicate looking as orchids. As cute and tiny as baby's breath. She could feel the heat of her face under her hands. She could imagine her face being a tomato. Red as a ruby.
  
  Damn it... This was not what first impressions were about. She swallowed her thoughts on the lady and turned her face away. "It... It's nice to meet you all." Her voice trembled.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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"It's nice to meet you too!" Eleonora smiled politely back at the girl now confirmed to be Farrah. She side-eyed the exchange between two of the boys. It made them laugh, but she didn't get the joke. Even without understanding what was funny, she had to admit the relief she felt that people were already feeling a bit chatty. Ellie can talk, sure, but she can appreciate when others do the same, it helps take some of the social pressure off her.

Eleonora's gaze bounced off the girl with blue hair as she spoke about... 'crushing everyone academically? A bit much for a nice to meet you, how do you do conversation,' she thought. Of course, not everyone had the social graces she did, so she figured she'd let it slide. this time. "Oh," she pitched her voice up in surprise, "Well, that's wonderful. You must be pretty excited to start classes."

A few more people trickled into the room. Ela returned her gaze back to the dorm assignment paper and tallied up the names. She surveyed the room again and it seemed like everyone in their new home had arrived. She drank in everyone's appearance, paying special mind to how everyone was dressed, and how they carried themselves. While she loved judging other people, she usually liked to wait at least 3 meetings before making her final verdict. Besides, with first-day nerves, the stress of moving, and the rain she couldn't expect everyone to be on their A-game today.

"So, where are y'all from?" An easy enough starter, she figured. She had to admit, it was nice getting a chance to meet everyone before classes started and everyone became so heavily involved in the semester.

 

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Yearwood Academy

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The fragrant, rich, and nutty aroma from the coffee, reminds Pete of the spice cupboard in the family log cabin in the mountains. He could hear the growing, yet light, banter of the rest of dormmates from the den. Looking down at the pan nodding. "Should be enough..." Turning off the gas stove with a satisfying click with one hand and giving the large skillet an expert flick with the other. Flipping the Italian style frittata omelette, revealing the lightly golden brown egg mixture of bell peppers, onions, and bacon. All seasoned with salt, pepper, oregano, thyme, and a dash of smoked paprika. With a satisfied grin and nod moved the pan to a trivet.

Grabbing the large mug that was next to the coffee pot, he poured the steaming-aromatic black liquid caffeine. Lifting it to just below his nose and breathed in deep, tuning out everything for that first sip of bliss in fluid form. Turning back to the food he served up a slice and moved to the den. Leaning against the door frame, holding the plate and setting the coffee on the counter next to him. 'Seems like most of em have said hi.' Lifting the fork in a nonchalant salute, with a hunk of frittata. "Hey, I'm Pete. And, uh, there's plenty of eggs and coffee if y'all want some." His voice was friendly and and had a confident calm behind the tenor-baritone. The cigarillo was in place behind his ear, still unlit.

This was not his first boarding school, or even first time meeting a group of strangers and being expected to either live with or work closely with them. It was reminding him of the many times his father had taken him to "business" meetings with various "clients and partners and supply chain reps". It was uncomfortable and awkward at first, but eventually everyone would find a groove. He knew he could help with that at least, facilitating generous hospitality and customer service were what his family's business was based on after all. It would be interesting to watch this play out. Smirking a bit as he took a bite, hearing his father talk about how was certainly going to mess up and be either kicked out or flunk out of this school.

"This is way beyond you, you'll be out of your depth." His father had said, pinching the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. "Those kids are so well endowed and entitled that all you're going to do is piss them off. Pete, son, you'll be much better just getting an online degree." His father had looked into his eyes then, with a warm smile on his face. "Besides you'll be able to stay at home and keep your mother happy. You know how she gets when one of us has to go away." He was referring to the fact that his mother was slightly overprotective of both of them and worried too much. But hearing that same argument, AGAIN, just made it clear that going to Yearwood was exactly what he should do. Because his father did not want him to, and did not think his son would succeed.

 

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The room was starting to fill up around them, Farah could see it in her peripheral, and it spiked her cortisol levels a bit. She wished, for a moment, that she had brought Puck, her emotional support dog, with her. Instead, she had begrudgingly agreed with her father that it would be best for Puck to wait in the room and get used to the new of it all. She didn't really know if he was right about it, but here she was, without her beloved pup to calm her down.

At least her roommate seemed to understand sign. Farah hoped it wasn't a fluke, and couldn't fight the relief that bubbled up inside of her. That would at least make it a little easier to live her. At least in terms of communication. And she had a sweet voice, so perhaps she wouldn't be so terrible to share a space with. Farah did wonder, briefly, if Eleanora liked dogs or not, and she had been about to maybe initiate more of a conversation when another girl spoke up, apparently addressing the room.

Crushing them academically? Was she making some sort of joke... or did she really feel the need to use an intimidation tactic before the term had even started. Farah honestly found that a bit irritating, what purpose did that even serve? Yet Eleanora responded to her gracefully, much more than Farah would have expected out of any one of them. Although, she had to admit she was a little disappointed that no one had called her out on it- as much as Farah hated to witness conflict.

It was then that Farah fully gazed around the room at her housemates. That was when one of the boys introduced himself as Hudson and Farah's gaze sought out the person that had spoken. She could feel heat threatening to fill her cheeks when she saw him and sunk back a little more into her chair in hopes that he wouldn't notice her. He was so-- Farah shook her head, as if to shoo the thought away. Maybe she wouldn't think he was cute if she didn't admit to it. Because that's how thoughts worked...right?

She was grateful for Eleanora's question, which would hopefully defer the conversation-- and her thoughts-- away from the beautiful guy she had just laid eyes on.

She forced herself to look around some more. Might as well become familiar with the faces of those she would be living around and attending classes with. Aside from Eleanora, the annoying blue-haired know-it-all, and the beautiful boy there were six others.

One, who had just made the offer of breakfast, hardly looked the type to prepare it. He seemed a rugged sort, though his demeanor seemed reserved. Still, he sort of put Farah on alert. Another was a boy who seemed to have a permanent smile on his face as he looked from person to person. She couldn't explain why, but she felt less at-ease around him than with the former. Two girls: one with pink hair and one with a dog of her own were over off to the side. They both seemed harmless, although it would still take Farah quite a bit of courage to approach. There was another person in a chair looking a little glum, though maybe they were tired? And then the girl that looked so similar to her older sister. Farah froze for a moment when she laid her eyes on the other girl, and held her breath. Soon, however, she shook herself out of it. Reminding herself to not judge a book by it's cover. Even though the similarities might make her a little uncomfortable.

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  She hugged the box in her hands tighter. Maybe it's not too late, right? Sure, someone already prepped some eggs and coffee, but were those eggs in the shape of a heart? Did the coffee come with some cute latte art? Probably not! (Hopefully.) And that's where her niche will come in.
  
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  "Right? I thought I’d be there forever! I would have walked, but, like, y’know. Rain.” Chunhwa pouted, swishing her dress this way and that for added flourish. Definitely no way she would have walked. She wanted to make a good impression, after all, and that’s kind of hard to do when you look like a wet potato.
  
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  "Nice to meet some of you!” said Chunhwa, bubbly as usual.
  
  Jeannie looked at her, confused. Jeannie always made that face whenever she made a faux-pas. Yikes. She'll have to fix that... If she knew what the faux pas was, that is.
  
  Chunhwa returned the look, just as confused. Nope. More confused. The older woman sighed. "She meant that she doesn't know everyone's names yet. Sorry about her."
  
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  "Absolutely what I meant. Like, what she said. Not that I don't think you all are nice! I really, really meant, like, I don't know everyone else's names yet. And it'd be super cool to know it." And for added emphasis, she added: "Promise."
  
  "Maybe you should introduce me first for your roommate? The one you didn't tell your dad about?" Right! Her roomie! The one with the cute name! Thankfully, she didn't need to look for long because they introduced themselves, preferring Otter, too, which was all the more cuter. And, to top it all off, there's a dog! Chunhwa didn't need any convincing in making her way over there.
  
  "Hi roomie!" She smiled from ear-to-ear, barely contained enthusiasm. If she wasn't still carrying this box, she would have already been giving the dog lots and lots and lots of pets. "I'm Chunhwa," she said, aiming it first at Otter, before turning her attentions to Vixen in a much more cutesy voice. "And I'm Chunhwa, hi there, widdle Vixen!"
  
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[AbenSur]

Adam Mallus​

Mood: Nervous, Excited Mentions: Basically Everyone

‘Is this Gossip Girl or something?’ Adam pondered amused as more and more teenagers came to join everyone in the lobby. As he heard Leon respond to his awful reference he felt his smile grow wider as they sat down to snooze.

Not wanting to be caught standing around he made his way with his things over to an innately carved cushioned rocking chair, he didn’t know what they’d done to get treatment like this but he certainly wasn’t complaining. From there he tried to figure out whichever one of them was Leon, and he hoped it was one of the guys so he didn’t make a fool out of himself.

As for the new arrivals?

“Getting crushed academically is sadly something I’m used to but I’ll try to make a challenge of it for you Mega Mind.” He joked with a wink before turning towards the barrage of introductions no doubt ensuing.

‘Alright Mallus, new people, new place you’ve got this!’

Raising a hand in greeting to Chunhwa and Hudson he addressed them after giving their clothes a look over and patting his own. “Yeah Brookridge has a bit of a problem with spontaneous rain showers, it’s almost like there are clouds flying above us or something, but really once the rain clears it’ll smell like a truck filled with with mints send through a car wash. It’s not too big a problem if you’re a long term resident but it takes a while to get used, In fact if you’re into that kind of thing it’s really brings out the birds to come out from the smell…”

He went on for another half a minute going over the places around town that we’re nice to cloud watch after rain when he realized he’d started talking the room off of both of the new arrivals as well as whoever in the room would listen.

“…sorry I’m Adam, I’ve lived here since I was a kid.” As he realized his error his voice seems to shrink as he’s cheeks darkened beyond his natural shade, though he did manage to turn to everyone and give a wave of greeting.

And then Pete came in offering Breakfast.

“Eggs.Sound.Great!” With more enthusiasm than his embarrassment should allow Adam made his way across the room to pat Pete on the back in thanks before ducking his head and moving into the kitchen to drown himself in eggs.

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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Pete Morovingian​

Yearwood Academy

Location	Den
Action	Eating/Talking
Interactions	My dormmates, Adam AbenSur , Hudson Aelia
Mood	Meh to F@ck it
Outfit	Currently (minus the jacket)

Pete nodded to Adam as he passed, his fork halfway to his mouth. "The plates are in the cupboard to the left, cups in the one to the right and flatware is in a drawer below the plates." Taking the bite, he savored the combination of salty, savory and aromatic flavors.

Leaning against the door frame the young man picked up his coffee and took a slow sip as he continued to watch the awkward interactions of his dorm mates. They all seemed to be unsure of themselves or at least unsure of how to act around strangers. 'Did she really bring a maid, or a servant?' He thought when he saw the older woman standing next to Chunhwa. A small shake of his his head letting that process through.

"Just out of curiosity did anyone read the room assignments? Hudson you here? Come say hi roomie." His semi rough tenor bass voice carried easily across the room. He did not exactly yell, and he did not try to silence anyone, however he had learned early on how to project his voice to be heard in a room filled with loud and obnoxious adults who did not care to listen to a kid.
Even if that kid was the son of their boss.

 

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the sporty one

Hudson continued to take in the group while everyone continued introducing themselves. One person had an adorable dog sticking close to her side. Hudson had the urge to go over and scratch its ears, but as the dog's vest and owner said--Otter, her name was, which should be easy enough to remember--Vixen was a service dog.

"So, where are y'all from?" someone asked.

"Here." Hudson shrugged. Another girl flurried around Otter and the dog, and Hudson nearly cringed on their behalf. "Practically, anyway. Nothing really interesting."

A boy mentioned Brookridge's terrible habits of rain and rain-stink. "Oh my God, you're right," Hudson agreed, wrinkling his nose. "I was never able to name that smell, but that's it."

The other boy went on about clouds, and Hudson was glad he wasn't the only local to end up at Yearwood. He didn't recognize the boy--Adam, he said shyly after a minute--from his old school, but it was a big place, or maybe he was from a different school altogether.

A guy Hudson hadn't seen earlier came in from what must have been the kitchen, holding a plate.
"Hey, I'm Pete. And, uh, there's plenty of eggs and coffee if y'all want some."

Roommate, Hudson realized. He sized the guy up. Short, but built well. And apparently could cook. Hudson was pretty useless in the kitchen, as his mom often reminded him. He could work the microwave, the toaster, and occasionally the blender, and that was the extent of his culinary expertise.

"Just out of curiosity did anyone read the room assignments?" the cook asked. "Hudson you here? Come say hi roomie."

Hudson blinked. There was something about this guy, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He practically bled confidence, which was weird for a high schooler, but whatever. At least Pete seemed like someone he could get along living in the same room with. Especially if there was delicious food involved.

"Yo," Hudson called. He crossed the room and stuck out his hand for a handshake. "That'd be me. Nice to meet you."

Was that a…cigarette behind his ear?

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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Pete Morovingian

Yearwood Academy​

Location	Den
Action	Eating/Talking
Interactions	My roommate Hudson Aelia
Mood	Meh to F@ck it
Outfit	Currently (minus the jacket)

"Yo," Hudson called. He crossed the room and stuck out his hand for a handshake. "That'd be me. Nice to meet you."

 Pete smiled as the young blonde man came across the room, he set down the coffee and grasped the offered hand giving it a firm squeeze and three hearty shakes. It was not meant to be intimidating or threatening show, he has just been taught to present a strong and confident handshake. "Good to meet ya." A knowing smirk played across Pete's lips as he noticed Hudson's eyeline to his ear. "I don't smoke indoors or while I'm cooking."

Reaching up he pulled the cigarillo down and walked it between his fingers before offering it to his new roommate and potential new friend. "You want it? I've got more." His tenor voice rang in friendly manner.