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Cameron
Thursday | 4 AM | Administration Office
Cameron sat in front of the computer reorganizing the graphs in the screen. When they were done, they looked over the list to make sure everything was as specified and when it was thoroughly checked, they logged off the computer and left everything in the desk as it was before they came in. As they left the Administration office, they pulled out their phone and pulled a hoodie over their hair and face.
Burner
It's done. Now what?
Good. Now we wait.
For what?
For the drama to unfold.
Cameron grabbed their backpack and left the school campus to come back a few hours later, blending in with the crowds of students arriving at Brookfield for their first day.
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BlackJack
The All Seeing Eye
D A X T E R
Daxter stared off into the beautiful scenery that was Brookfeild's landscape. He drove quite a speed, this was either going to be the worst 2 years of his life, the same as how it was before...or, which was absolutely not going to happen. Things would go well. But he would keep his mouth shut, like he always did, because no one notices an ant like him. Daxter neared the massive school, this was far bigger then what he was used to. He was used to a shabby small school with about 11 hallways and a football field and that was about it. Full of hillbillies and country folk who seem to all want to go in the army. Well, that was his school. But this felt far more scary, but also relaxing. A place where he can disappear in the crowds and blend in. A place where he could hide, a little fish in a big sea to be exact. Dax sighed and rubbed his head. Dang, this was scary, exciting and relaxing all at the time, a huge oxymoron. The situations ran through his head, like he had OCD or something, he kept thinking of the worst as he neared the school. If he was a kid he probably would turn and run, but he had to grow up and deal with life. It was just questionable how much longer he could deal with life, people had no idea what was wrong with him. And they probably would end up hurting him, or worse. Hiding things was easy, but how long can they stay hidden.
Because Dax was never a normal kid, and not the Cliche mastermind. No he was in an accident. Something he can't remember, but he hides a thick gash with his hair, move his hair the right way and you will see it. People think his stuttering is normal, like a nervous reaction. But that will be explained once someone finds out. Dax parked in the parking lot and opened the door and got out of his older car. It was nothing special, his parents were rich but they honestly could care less about him so his Aunt and Uncle gave it to him. So it was a little beat up, but it was sentimental. "T-this place is a-amazing...." Daxter mumbles to himself. He looked at the shear size of the campus, he went directly from the smallest school to one of the largest. And best in the nation. He may have felt like he was not smart enough but he was actually a mastermind, hence why he got in. He was not rich and paid them off. No, he had been smart all his life and even a head injury was not going to change that. But it made him act different then others. And he tinkers with things even when he does not want to. And sometimes he does not even realize he is changing an object. He could subconsciously change a pen to explode when the pen is clicked and leave it in a spot where he knows someone he hates will pick it up. But he does not notice he is doing it. But others notice.
Dax seemed to be one of the first to arrive, however he lived in New York so he got to get there far earlier then the others. He probably would have to check in so he grabbed his mass amount of stuff and closed his door and hiked his way inside. Seeing how it was his first day he had no idea what he was doing so this was going to be so fun. He walked to the admissions office to be greeted by a welcoming committee they almost made him throw his stuff, he was not expecting to be noticed but it was just a committee so he took a breath and tried to sneak past them of course. Which would obviously fail.
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Scorpio Retrograde
One Thousand Club
Molly heard the alarm to her phone, she sat up and looked at it seeing the time 4:26. "Ugh" she threw her head back she was at a near by town staying in a hotel, she slipped into some slippers grabbing some clothes and going to take a shower. After washing her body with some soap, she washed her hair she washed off everything, She stepped out the shower, then dried her body. Molly put her outfit on putting her old on in a duffle bag, she sat on the bed scrolling on twitter than putting on some music before seeing the time 5:24 she began with her hair just tossing it in a bun before starting on her make-up she looked back down at her phone 5:42. She was making good timing as she slipped on her shoes and some jewelry, grabbing everything she need before heading down to the Lobby. At the Lobby Molly checked out. Molly got into her car placing her bags next to her. she waited for her car to cool down before she started driving to her other car that had her luggage and was parked at a Starbucks nearby the school.
Molly pulled up to Starbucks seeing her driver that is going to take the car she was driving back home. She handed over the keys before going to inside the Coffee shop, she order her usual, Short green eye drink before paying and waiting. She went and sat down at a near by table, she logged on to twitter, twitting some people back.
She finally got her order, and headed to her car, she sat in it as she plugged her phone into the speakers she took a picture putting it on Twitter. she than began driving listening to Round2Crew.
when Molly pulled up to the school around 6:27. She stayed in her car for a bit, before getting out she left her bags in the trunk to go get a trolley for her suitcases. She went back to her car putting everything on the trolley, she whistle somebody over, "250$ is you follow me with this" she said patting to the trolley, the male agreed as they headed to the Admissions office. She checked in, than went to where her room was the male followed her all the way to her room, "Here if you 315" she counted and handed for him she unlocked the door to the dorm. she began unpacking her bags from the trolley than putting it off to the side, she opened a couple bags setting up a desk claiming it She walked in the closet setting up a small part not wanting to upset her new roommates. She put two bags on the bottom right bed, which was also the corner.
Molly pulled up to Starbucks seeing her driver that is going to take the car she was driving back home. She handed over the keys before going to inside the Coffee shop, she order her usual, Short green eye drink before paying and waiting. She went and sat down at a near by table, she logged on to twitter, twitting some people back.
She finally got her order, and headed to her car, she sat in it as she plugged her phone into the speakers she took a picture putting it on Twitter. she than began driving listening to Round2Crew.
when Molly pulled up to the school around 6:27. She stayed in her car for a bit, before getting out she left her bags in the trunk to go get a trolley for her suitcases. She went back to her car putting everything on the trolley, she whistle somebody over, "250$ is you follow me with this" she said patting to the trolley, the male agreed as they headed to the Admissions office. She checked in, than went to where her room was the male followed her all the way to her room, "Here if you 315" she counted and handed for him she unlocked the door to the dorm. she began unpacking her bags from the trolley than putting it off to the side, she opened a couple bags setting up a desk claiming it She walked in the closet setting up a small part not wanting to upset her new roommates. She put two bags on the bottom right bed, which was also the corner.
EvilFishy
*glub*
It was no wonder that students were starting to swarm in at the administration building. It was the beginning of a new school year and everyone was excited to get their rooming assignment and class schedule. Jillian Daye just so happened to be among those waiting to receive her paperwork. While the others appeared to be laughing and catching up with their friends, she wasn’t doing the same. Though it was her second year at Brookfield Academy, she didn’t have many, if any, friends to speak of. It was her own fault, really. She typically kept to herself and was rather odd in comparison to the other girls at school. The latter, however inhibiting, was not something that could be readily helped.
She glanced momentarily at the revealing summer clothing around her and tugged somewhat self-consciously at her own. Though her grandparents’ were paying for her to attend such a prestigious school, they didn’t really help her in other departments. There wasn’t a whole lot of money to the Daye family name. But, she wasn’t ever really bothered by such material perks. She longed for, and only at some really bleak and lonely times, the social position that those perks could afford.
Since her grandparents had issued their personal car to drop her off and their manservant to assist with her belongings, because being completely honest there was no way a scrawny thing like her could have managed on her own without making quite a few trips, all Jillian had on her was her favorite camera around her neck and a messenger bag with any personal items and essentials she might find she needed. The car had already gone up to the dormitory, awaiting further instructions on which room to place her items in. It all made her feel rather awkward and uncomfortable. She hated the idea of people taking orders from her.
As she moved in closer to the administration building, she spied the welcoming committee already enthusiastically harassing the newcomers.
“Looks like some things don’t change,” she said quietly to herself with a small, knowing smile on her face.
She stopped, causing those behind her to have to dodge and go around. She lifted the camera to her eye and aimed it at the male student ensnared. There was something about the way he stood with his arms full and appearing quite caught off guard that made her want to capture the moment. She adjusted the focus then snapped the picture.
Staring down at the small screen to see the captured photograph, she muttered to herself, almost as if she was adding a caption, “Welcome to Brookfield.”
She glanced momentarily at the revealing summer clothing around her and tugged somewhat self-consciously at her own. Though her grandparents’ were paying for her to attend such a prestigious school, they didn’t really help her in other departments. There wasn’t a whole lot of money to the Daye family name. But, she wasn’t ever really bothered by such material perks. She longed for, and only at some really bleak and lonely times, the social position that those perks could afford.
Since her grandparents had issued their personal car to drop her off and their manservant to assist with her belongings, because being completely honest there was no way a scrawny thing like her could have managed on her own without making quite a few trips, all Jillian had on her was her favorite camera around her neck and a messenger bag with any personal items and essentials she might find she needed. The car had already gone up to the dormitory, awaiting further instructions on which room to place her items in. It all made her feel rather awkward and uncomfortable. She hated the idea of people taking orders from her.
As she moved in closer to the administration building, she spied the welcoming committee already enthusiastically harassing the newcomers.
“Looks like some things don’t change,” she said quietly to herself with a small, knowing smile on her face.
She stopped, causing those behind her to have to dodge and go around. She lifted the camera to her eye and aimed it at the male student ensnared. There was something about the way he stood with his arms full and appearing quite caught off guard that made her want to capture the moment. She adjusted the focus then snapped the picture.
Staring down at the small screen to see the captured photograph, she muttered to herself, almost as if she was adding a caption, “Welcome to Brookfield.”
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Strands of her hair kissed her cheek as she drove the car way past the indicated limit speed. Music blasted out of the speakers as Katerina and her friends goofily sang along to some pop songs. Summer had been great. Scratch that, awesome. Her grandmother had allowed her to travel with a couple of friends to Cannes and Monte Carlo, and what beautiful sceneries those cities permanently sketched in her mind. Her uncle had come down to party with the group and every moment was a blast, though most of them may be a bit fuzzy due to exotic alcoholic drinks. The last time she could remember that she had a good vacation like that one was when she traveled to Estonia when she was ten and her grandfather was alive. Though every good thing had an end, and now sadly it was time for school to start up again. The month she spent in France flew by, day and night mixing together, and when the day came that they had to leave, she thought to herself "it can't be over yet". Next thing she was packing her bags and on a plane on her way to Brookfield. Thank god the plane had no turbulence or she would haven't gotten any sleep and would have been cranky with the current back-to-school situation. Or, well, crankier.
When she took a turn to the left in the road, the gates of the school where in plain view. She had almost forgotten about this place during the summer and she felt a sense of dread coming back even though the school itself wasn't so bad. She got along with most of her teachers and had some friends, even her childhood friend was here. Plus the food was actually nice. Katerina shook her head and pronounced her thoughts silly as she drove inside the school campus. This was going to be an awesome year, so why worry about it?
Inside she parked the car near the Student Residence, so it would be easier for all of them to get out their luggage and transfer it to their rooms. The group all joked around and retold anecdotes of the funny moments they had during the summer until they reached the Office of Admissions. They lined up to get their schedules and dorm assignments and split ways since Katerina had to stay for the welcoming committee. Last year she had committed the mistake of being caught in the woods one night. Since it was the last day of school, the principal decided her punishment to be part of the welcoming committee the following year. Not really a punishment, unless having to guide around some brat. Which didn't seem the case as she looked over the person the leader of the welcoming committee had pointed out was who she was to guide. They gave her three basic facts about him (his name, age and grade), his schedule, his dorm room and a map to give him so he could see where everything was. She looked down at herself, her outfit wasn't very welcoming compared to the outfits of the other students. Oh well, she thought as she shrugged her shoulders and walked over to Daxter.
"Hi Daxter and welcome to Brookfield Academy of Young Thinkers!" she greeted and lifted the corners of her mouth into a smile. "My name's Katerina and there's a bunch of stuff I'm supposed to say but I forgot most of them so let's just skip that part." she said as she grabbed one of his bags, since he seemed quite stocked up with them, and began walking towards the direction of the Student Residence "So first we go to your room and drop off all of your stuff. Then, if you want, I give you a small tour around the campus. If you prefer to stay in your room, this is a map of the place so you can guide yourself around." she handed him the map of the campus and continued walking. "Oh, and if you have any questions, just ask away."
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Takuwan
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"
Hyeon! Hyeon, aigoo..
" The voice rumbled on and on as the young woman was shaken, but not disturbed. "
HYEON!
" The voice grew louder, Hyeon So-Ra jerking up as she cursed, "
shi-bal..
" The time? So-Ra had no idea, no care for it at all, but chose to get up. It pained her, getting out of the comfortable premises of the bed, but she knew that she had to accomplish going o a different, more higher class school. Barely able to get her drowsy self to the bathroom to get ready, Hyeon began to trip over her own feet in a state of fatigue. "
Hyeon!
" The aunt shouted again, voice booming louder than ever. So-Ra didn't respond and went on, tugging at her clothing that was messily placed in her closet. Boots, black. Black. Heavy. Thick. She furrowed her brows; unbelievable, the only clothing she had left in her closet was that for the harshest of winters. Off to the rest of her clothing.
As she dug through countless possibilities of clothing, So-Ra went over certain things in her head. Attitude, actions - mainly whether or not she wanted to raise some Hell on the first day. The sun stroked her skin from the window as she pulled out a few articles of clothing perfect for making others keep away from her. Hopefully. She needed to keep up the tough girl act, or else people would know just how fluffy on the inside she was. "
Hyeon.. Hurry up, okay?!
" Her aunts voice made its way closer as it scaled up the stairs of the apartment. "
Yeah, yeah. I know!
" Hyeon So-Ra replied, shouting as she forced herself to change into the clothing she'd taken out. "
Yeah, this is good enough
." She nodded in content and continued on with the common routine for every morning of hers: cleansing the face and washing the hair, eating a small breakfast, and brushing her teeth.
A boring day was about to be turned into something much more exciting.
Hyeon So-Ra, although happy to be somewhere knew, had her doubts. A classy place where the rich hung out was something she'd never imagine herself being in, and this was it. Luckily, it didn't take a large financial crisis on her family. "
Let's go!
" Hyeon So-Ra sang as she lifted her belongings with her, her mouth curved into a smile that she'd practiced doing since most of the time, she always had the resting bitch face. "
Finally!
" The older woman spoke as she help Sso-Ra take her things; So-Ra held onto her backpack and luggage, and her aunt did the easiest one - the duffle bag filled with So-Ra's exercise clothing, wrist wraps, and so on. And.. off they went. Completing So-Ra's longing journey as she waited for Brookfield. "
You excited
?" No reply. So-Ra, so lost in her thoughts, watched as the imagery of the outside flashed before them as they sat in the car. "
So-Ra?
" No reply, yet again. But, it was obvious So-Ra was nervous and contemplating. As the young woman bit on her bottom lip, she gripped onto her drumsticks; palms sweaty. "
You're going to be fine. I promise. You're tough, you can handle it
," the aunt spoke again with reassurance as they got closer to the large complex. So many buildings, one So-Ra. Her blank expression turned into a frown as she began to dread it, the only highlight was seeing her friends and significant other - even then, So-Ra was still jittery. "I
'm not as tough as people think
," she replied running her thin fingers through her long, thick hair. "
You got this.
Go.. fuck shit up
." Feeling the warm hand on her leg as they stopped, So-Ra couldn't help but smile once again. Mainly because she heard her aunt, a woman highly against cursing, curse herself. "
Alright.. I will!
"
The two high fived each other with the some what joyous occasion before slipping out of the car, grappling onto the various things So-Ra brought with her.
Clink. Clank. Clink. Clank.
You could hear the clashing of cans as she walked with her backpack. It wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet, either. "
Hyeon.. what's in--
" Cut off by the girl taking her duffel bag and kissing the aunt on the cheek, So-Ra began to scramble away. "
Bye! I'll call you!
" So-Ra yelled back at her aunt as she scurried off to the admissions office.
C l o t h i n g //
[] Not the best, but this will do. []
BlackJack
The All Seeing Eye
D A X T E R
Daxter tried to sneak away, he had no idea where he would have been going but actually talking to people was kind of a new thing for him, other then getting bullied. That was something he was really used to. Daxter in his attempts to escape a girl comes up, and scares him. He jumps and takes a weird defensive stance flailing his arms then stares at her for a while before realizing that she was actually a helper and not someone that was going to like..attack him or something. Daxter quickly took a breather and then turned back to her putting a finger up and quickly whipping out his laptop, she barely noticed him and began walking with his luggage. He began to type extremely quickly while following her, he would occasionally speed up and hover around her and study her then back off and type again which was quite weird. That and throughout the whole entire thing he said absolutely nothing like he could not speak or anything. But in all honesty he was afraid to speak. That and he really sucked at conversations. He was studying her, which again was really weird but he did it anyways. Daxter Flipped his computer closed and it compressed into his bag, it was a homemade laptop so it had some odd abilities. He quickly sped up yet again hiking his way to the dorms with the odd girl. He did not smile nor look at her while they walked. Just looked at the ground with his normal sad look on his face. He was not sad, just nervous.
I mean, first person he had met and all he did was his weird folder thing to her. By that I mean he legit made a folder with her name on it and her looks. He never told anyone why he did this but he always wrote things about them here as well. Or at least what he thought. However his laptop was locked with quite the firewall and each folder was protected thoroughly with a different program and password. Daxter kept catching a glance of the girl but continued to stare at his feet. From what he gathered so far she looked rebellious. Fairly pretty but she seemed to not care about her duties meaning she was more then likely a misfit, troublemaker, or just a stoner. But seeing how she seemed not blazed stoner was out. And he had yet to know her long enough to know if she was one of the last two. But she did forget what she had to say immediately meaning she was never intended to be on the welcoming committee so he leaned towards troublemaker. But so far, by trying to look past the cover she seemed nice. However after what he did he questioned what she would do next. He was practically analyzing her, he wanted to know how to approach the situation, or if he should even say anything at all if she believed he was either mute, or a loner. Dang Dax was thinking this whole thing over way too hard. He looked like about a thousand things were going on in his head as they walked and his hand motions and his silence made him seem awkward. However she had no idea why he did not like talking just yet.
Regal
✯The Victorian♚
Enter: The FuckboyBandit Tommy Kaine
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The music blasted as his motorcycle cruised down the road at a steady pace. He usually sped wherever he had to go, but not today. For once; Tommy wanted to stay out of trouble. 'I better get a text back in the next 5 minutes...' He thought as he started speeding up slightly. He felt sick to his stomach, hangovers were never his cup of tea. Tommy took out his phone after feeling the brisk vibration in his pocket, a small grin on his face.
Tommy was going to make the fucker pay for what he did; but he knew the only way to fix a true issue would be to take care of the problem yourself. He would help her. He 'had' to help her. Such was the life he was meant to lead; one of chaos and bloody rain. He would continue to put a smile on his face; if only to avoid bullshit, and to be the first male in his family to graduate high school. He couldn't afford to live the life of a renegade forever, he was going to have to slow down someday; and high school was his release.
Tommy was carrying a backpack full of multiple different narcotics, him being prepared for the worst. He parked his bike, making his way into the admissions office, the girl giving him a horrid glare. "What's in the bag? Smells good." Rachel said as she continued looking Tommy up-and-down. Tommy smiled and leaned his body on the desk, resting his head on his hands. It was always better to not overreact to dumbfound questions. He gave his unusually cheeky smile he tends to give toward such demanding questions. "Last time I checked, your job was handing me a piece of paper. Not getting up in my shit with bullshit questions that don't concern ya." Tommy tapped his fingers on the desk, his smile slowly fading. The reluctant Rachel handed him his papers and waved her hand violently at him. "Yeah, fuck off then! How did a piece of shit like you even get accepted into this school..." Tommy slowly walked away from the desk, a sinister smile crossing his face. 'I'm just that good...'
Tommy didn't need to be greeted by the blessed welcome girl, this was his 2nd year there after all. He knew the drill, him looking for his room number on the wall next to the exit. He didn't bother looking at who his roommates were, who cared, Tommy sure didn't. He exited the building's entrance and saw a friendly face get greeted away from her aunt. It was his very own Blue Eyed Panda, his 'ride or die'. Tommy usually never trusted women, but she was different. She was the first woman who actually challenged him to a fight; and held her own. She had balls, this exciting Tommy to no end. Tommy lit a cigaret and awaited her to finish her entrance paperwork.
@Fallout Bandit
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The music blasted as his motorcycle cruised down the road at a steady pace. He usually sped wherever he had to go, but not today. For once; Tommy wanted to stay out of trouble. 'I better get a text back in the next 5 minutes...' He thought as he started speeding up slightly. He felt sick to his stomach, hangovers were never his cup of tea. Tommy took out his phone after feeling the brisk vibration in his pocket, a small grin on his face.
Hitta
We got the fucker man!
Ryan Golding?
Yeah! Fking loser got a bloody nose now, but he's still alive.
Bring him to Brookfield <3 I have someone that wants to meet him~ keep him alive, and there will be 50k in it for ya killa.
Tommy was going to make the fucker pay for what he did; but he knew the only way to fix a true issue would be to take care of the problem yourself. He would help her. He 'had' to help her. Such was the life he was meant to lead; one of chaos and bloody rain. He would continue to put a smile on his face; if only to avoid bullshit, and to be the first male in his family to graduate high school. He couldn't afford to live the life of a renegade forever, he was going to have to slow down someday; and high school was his release.
Tommy was carrying a backpack full of multiple different narcotics, him being prepared for the worst. He parked his bike, making his way into the admissions office, the girl giving him a horrid glare. "What's in the bag? Smells good." Rachel said as she continued looking Tommy up-and-down. Tommy smiled and leaned his body on the desk, resting his head on his hands. It was always better to not overreact to dumbfound questions. He gave his unusually cheeky smile he tends to give toward such demanding questions. "Last time I checked, your job was handing me a piece of paper. Not getting up in my shit with bullshit questions that don't concern ya." Tommy tapped his fingers on the desk, his smile slowly fading. The reluctant Rachel handed him his papers and waved her hand violently at him. "Yeah, fuck off then! How did a piece of shit like you even get accepted into this school..." Tommy slowly walked away from the desk, a sinister smile crossing his face. 'I'm just that good...'
Tommy didn't need to be greeted by the blessed welcome girl, this was his 2nd year there after all. He knew the drill, him looking for his room number on the wall next to the exit. He didn't bother looking at who his roommates were, who cared, Tommy sure didn't. He exited the building's entrance and saw a friendly face get greeted away from her aunt. It was his very own Blue Eyed Panda, his 'ride or die'. Tommy usually never trusted women, but she was different. She was the first woman who actually challenged him to a fight; and held her own. She had balls, this exciting Tommy to no end. Tommy lit a cigaret and awaited her to finish her entrance paperwork.
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Gasa Bellsica
Coffee Monster
CHARMANE WALTER
"Do not embarrass me, Charmane. You are a Walter, and you should always remember that a Walter always stands perfect. Do you understand? Charmane, do you understand?"
A shiny, black Ford car, with its door open and a suited man standing by it with luggages on his hand, parked in front of the gates of one of the best schools called Brookfield Academy of Young Thinkers. There, the blonde Walter sat quietly as she made an effort to absorb every single word her father said, who sat just right beside him with his prideful, gray-haired look. No, there was no need to, actually. Her father had said the very same line repeatedly over the course of her life that it only played in her mind like a broken record. Those words she didn't wish to remember by heart were stuck inside her brain. To finally end the continuous blabbering of her egoistic father, she nodded her head and gave her father a smile. "Yes, Papa," she responded before he dismissed her with a flick of his wrist. With that, she stepped out of the car and took her bags from the suited driver. She whispered a word of gratitude, then walked through the open gates of her school. Right after she passed the entrance, she heard the car drive away and the sound slowly faded as it distanced from the school. And then, she burst in joy.
"Yeees! I'm finally at Brookfield A!" she squealed, "Brookfield A, I am back!"
Charmane Walters hopped on her feet, completely dropping her bags and even slipping of her high sandals. She squealed. She cheered. She laughed and all such out of joy. Summer had finally ended, and it means finally leaving the Walter residence to live in Brookfield Academy's dormitory. Living away from home meant living far, far away from the strict rules and regulations of her father. He wasn't any softer at the last days of her summer. It was that bad. But, Charmane had finally stepped in Brookfield Academy's territory and it almost felt like her father was completely powerless inside.
When she finally came to her senses, Charmane realized that her small yet exaggerated rejoice attracted some attention. She flushed in embarrassment and stopped jumping - instead, she scratched her blonde head in shame before slipping back to her heels and bags. Well, it was actually quite a miracle that she didn't break a foot from jumping on her heels. She took a glance at her phone to check the time, and when the arrow pointing at the time hit her, her face transition to dread before throwing in her phone straight to her pocket and dragged her bag along. "No time to waste, Charry!" she told herself, "Off to the Admissions!" If she didn't remembered correctly, she'd know who she would be staying for the rest of the school year with at the office, as well as her class schedule. She could've received them at an earlier date, only that the past few days after she enrolled again in the school, her father had his eyes on her. It was a little too hard to sneak away from his lessons just to grab a copy of her room assignment and class schedule.
What's there to be excited about a simple room assignment and class schedule? Well, of course! New school year meant new opportunities to make up from her freshman year of being only friends with her fellow science laboratory partners. What better way to start making friends with her roommates and soon-to-be classmates?
"This is going to be the best year. Guaranteed!"
Alice Ivy Macintyre
Far away from here
Ambrosia
Ambrosia sat behind the school, a thin joint dangling lazily from her fingers. She was already stoned and couldn't be bothered to join the rest of her peers quite yet.
She hated the way they looked at her. They knew how broken she was. How used and dirty she was after.... After it.
She couldn't even think the damn word.
Ambrosia took a panicked drag from the joint, and let out a sigh, releasing a cloud of grey smoke along with it.
She curled up into her self, and let out a quiet sob, the joint falling from her fingers and onto the cold cement.
Ambrosia couldn't do this. But she had to. She had to live through another year with that bitch on Twitter.
Takuwan
moved to acc: 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Upon entering, Hyeon's eyes widened. The brilliance in the design of the interior wowed her. Admissions office? More like family housing. The young woman bit on her lip, giving her name as she went for the scheduling and other such paperwork. And after the short period, she received all she needed - So-Ra just needed to figure out the whole layout of the school, which wouldn't be so hard if she walked around instead of following a map. Inhaling deeply as she stuffed the papers in the inside pocket of her best, Hyeon So-Ra took her leave, away from the Admissions. Although the whole place looked complicated, she had the feeling it wouldn't be so.. Difficult to follow. With her brilliant mind, Hyeon So-Ra yearned to do things with out any assistance until she admitted.
Mumbling to herself as she kept walking, So-Ra began to imagine the many wonders of the school. It, surely, was a lot to take in, but not too much. It was like AP stuff, hard to work around, but easy once you begin to know it a bit better. "Brookfield. Why are you so.. Cool?" Hyeon puffed out her cheeks, her brows furrowed as she kept walking on; her pair of boots scooting against the concrete below her. Pulling her vision away from the surroundings, So-Ra smiled - vision fixated on her Fuckboy that she just so happened to have feelings for. She began to feel giddy, bouncy as she ran toward him. A large, genuine smile was plastered on her face as she got closer.
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Mumbling to herself as she kept walking, So-Ra began to imagine the many wonders of the school. It, surely, was a lot to take in, but not too much. It was like AP stuff, hard to work around, but easy once you begin to know it a bit better. "Brookfield. Why are you so.. Cool?" Hyeon puffed out her cheeks, her brows furrowed as she kept walking on; her pair of boots scooting against the concrete below her. Pulling her vision away from the surroundings, So-Ra smiled - vision fixated on her Fuckboy that she just so happened to have feelings for. She began to feel giddy, bouncy as she ran toward him. A large, genuine smile was plastered on her face as she got closer.
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Tommy Kaine
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Tommy smiled cutely and out reached his arms in loving embrace. It was time to be Tommy, not Kaine. "Hey Beppi! Get over here you beautiful creature." He embraced her, giving her a brisk-but-lustful kiss on the lips. He quickly moved his hands to slightly cover her ears. "You ready for your first day of school?! It's gonna be good boo, got any questions?" He wasn't no welcoming committee; but he would definitely help out one of his homies. His phone buzzed in his pocket again, him slightly reaching to grab it; holding it behind So-Ra so she wouldn't glance on it.
@Fallout Bandit
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Tommy smiled cutely and out reached his arms in loving embrace. It was time to be Tommy, not Kaine. "Hey Beppi! Get over here you beautiful creature." He embraced her, giving her a brisk-but-lustful kiss on the lips. He quickly moved his hands to slightly cover her ears. "You ready for your first day of school?! It's gonna be good boo, got any questions?" He wasn't no welcoming committee; but he would definitely help out one of his homies. His phone buzzed in his pocket again, him slightly reaching to grab it; holding it behind So-Ra so she wouldn't glance on it.
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Psychedelia
Lonely Stoner
Anya Sterling
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Having arrived in town early, you would think she would also arrive at the academy early. However, that assumption would be wrong. Apparently staying up all hours of the night with friends and bullshitting on twitter really made you crash hard no matter how hard you tried to fight it. It wasn't until nearly an hour after her alarm went off that Anya woke up that morning. Her eyes opened slowly, instantly making her regret the choice to drink the night before. But, she knew a pretty good trick for this sort of issue. Grabbing her pre-rolled joint off the bedside table and slipping on her robe, she walked to the balcony doors of her hotel room and stepped outside to officially begin her day.
After showering to her heart's desire and slipping into a half-way decent outfit, she finished the rest of her routine and was soon on her way out of the suite and out to her car. It had surprised her, initially, just how much money her parents had given her for the trip here. That is, until she remembered the regulations that came along with going to Brookfield. She supposed it was a fair trade, really. She was supposed to stay out of trouble and, if she did, they would keep sending money to cover for what she was missing out on making back home. So, in other words, as long as she could manage to stay out of the backseat of a cop car for this school year, everything would be peachy keen... Until her next slip up, of course.
By the time she had arrived at BAoYT, she wasn't even paying attention to the time anymore. All she knew was that she was late and, once she was already late, it didn't really matter what time she got there. She only wished she had gotten up early enough to beat her roommates there so she could figure out her bed situation first. Unfortunately, it was unlikely that that was the case, but there was still some hope left in her as she received her papers. Walking out of the building with them and heading for the dorms, Anya's eyes scanned the schedule just to make sure her classes were right, then she continued on her way, shuffling with her bags to her assigned room.
"Charmane..." The young blonde one, right? Okay... "... Brittany..." Fan-fucking-tastic. Just what I needed. "And Ariana." At the very least this should be interesting. Wait until Iris hears about this sh... Opening the door to room 102, Anya poked her head in cautiously before continuing inside rather happily. Hm. Still made it in time. Sweet. Choosing a top bunk, she simply set her things as much out of the way as possible before beginning to unpack little by little. Hopefully there wouldn't be space issues with the other girls as that wasn't something she felt like dealing with this morning. She briefly thought about leaving but, after seeing the list, she felt the need to stay; just to assess who she could trust of her roomies and who she could not, or, rather, would not.
LadyOfSixVillages
Amethyst Maiden
Rhys Kerr
God the retched first day back at Brookfield Academy of Young Thinkers. 'What a mess.'Rhys thought as he watched students, new and old buzz around the office of administration. Groaning a bit thinking about how his boyfriend was right about them leaving early, he squeezed himself into the crowded line of returning students praying he could pick up his and Rick's papers in an efficient amount of time. This was the most droll part about coming back to BAoYT, standing in line and dealing with one of the most bothersome secretaries in all of existence. Hopefully she won't be as annoying this year.
"NEXT! HURRY UP!", well that glimmer of hope died quickly. Glancing from his phone to meet the irritated scowl with one of his own, Rhys shoved the phone in his pocket and strolled quickly over to the secretary having no desire to piss her off even more. "Hello Ms.Woods"Rhys greeted the blonde secretary with plastered on smile stare. "Yeah, yeah. Here's yours and your boyfriend's schedule and dorm assignments just go away." she waved him off after throwing the papers on the desk, and then quickly going back to her only hope of a social life that she called her phone. 'Dumb broad'he thought before snatching the paper off the desk and flipping the bird to the secretary, who just flipped one back without even glancing up from her phone.
"God damn it Rick you were supposed to meet me here."Rhys mumbled, glancing while irritatedly around the resident hall . 'I guess he's having trouble with the luggage.' He forgot that he was supposed to get the papers, while Rick retrieved their luggage. Well he had extra time, might as well check the room assignments before Rick got there. Scrolling quickly over his and Rick's papers he finally found the dorm assignments. Utter disappointment worked it's way in the form of a frown as he saw the room assignments. 'Aw man, I'm losing my chair' He had to keep himself from complaining as he saw Rick's name next to room 203 and his 201. "So not fair"he complained to himself as he sat down in the green grass before juggling through his satchel for the physics book Andrei left him. Once found it he opened to his marked page, and delve into the mathmatics of Einstein and his colleagues.
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Andrei Timurovich
'That was slightly annoying'Andrei stewed over the arguement he had with the security guard about his motorcycle. By the time everything was cleared up, Andrei was annoyed and the guard was apologetic. Snatching the luggage he had with him in out of
his motorcycle compartments, he threw one heavy bag filled with his clothes and other essentials haphazardly over his right shoulder and the other sleek black bag filled to the brim with his electronics he picked up carefully into his free hand
"Darn it Rick was right about being early thing."Andrei muttered to himself as he stared at the crowded office of admission. Sighing he gripped his belonging tighter before walking to the office and the front desk. "Hello, Mr. Timurovich."the crabby secretary said with a single glance from her phone. "H-Hi Ms. Woods. I need my schedule and dorm assgnment."he explained under the harsh glare of the blonde secretary. "Fine, give me one second" Moments later a copy of his schedule and dorm assignment we in his hands and an irritated secretary was commanding him to leave.
"Still scary as ever."Andrei laughed nervously under his breath before making his way to the dorms hoping to catch up to some of his friends. 'I wonder who I'm room with?', taking out the dorm assignments he quickly scrolled down to the dorm number with his name. "Oh cool I have Rhys as a roommate. And this Daxter guy seem cool."but his happy demeanor quick flushed away as he saw the last name on the list. 'Felix. Well the universe has a demented sense of humor.'Andrei chuckled internally, but soon winced when he thought about their interactions on twitter. 'Well hopefully he isn't that annoying in real life'he hoped he was proven right.
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Felix couldn't get much sleep that night. laying on his bed, his mind couldn't stop thinking about this new school. He reached for his phone, It was 5:07 am. With a sigh he stood up, went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Then had his daily morning exercises. Push-ups, sit-ups and squats. He couldn't decide if it was a blessing or a curse that his house is actually only an hour's drive away from BAoYT. It didn't really matter anyway, He'll be living there. As he was leaving he stopped by a portrait of his parents. "You just had to make me promise to finish my education huh? Well this is me making you proud." With that he closed the door to his apartment and carried his bags to his car. It was a 1969 Chevrolet Impala.
It was 6:35 when he arrived at BAoTY, he arrived later than he expected because there was a traffic on the road. What in the hell were people doing out on the streets at 5:30 am? He rushed to the admission office. It was a good thing that he visited BAoYT once before, he knew his way around to the important places. There was quite the crowd at the admission office. It took him some time until he finally received his class schedule and dorm assignment. He laughed when he saw who his roommates are.
"Andy and Rhys... the people who seem to hate me the most so far. and Daxter, Daxter seemed to be a pretty chill dude." Well this should be interesting, he thought as he pulled out his phone. He wondered if Molly made it in time. "Did you make it in time?" was the text he sent her. Then he turned his attention to the crowd around him, Taking in the scene. People has all kinds of expressions on their faces. Some were excited, some nervous, some even scared. Felix realized that he was actually happy, He had spent most of the summer on his own in his apartment and he was glad he'll be able to live among people for a year.
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It was 6:35 when he arrived at BAoTY, he arrived later than he expected because there was a traffic on the road. What in the hell were people doing out on the streets at 5:30 am? He rushed to the admission office. It was a good thing that he visited BAoYT once before, he knew his way around to the important places. There was quite the crowd at the admission office. It took him some time until he finally received his class schedule and dorm assignment. He laughed when he saw who his roommates are.
"Andy and Rhys... the people who seem to hate me the most so far. and Daxter, Daxter seemed to be a pretty chill dude." Well this should be interesting, he thought as he pulled out his phone. He wondered if Molly made it in time. "Did you make it in time?" was the text he sent her. Then he turned his attention to the crowd around him, Taking in the scene. People has all kinds of expressions on their faces. Some were excited, some nervous, some even scared. Felix realized that he was actually happy, He had spent most of the summer on his own in his apartment and he was glad he'll be able to live among people for a year.
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Alice Ivy Macintyre
Far away from here
Ambrosia
Ambrosia straightened herself out and stomped her joint into the ground, not caring if anyone saw the remains. She stood up and dug through her tiny black suitcase for her perfume.
In this bag was everything she owned. Her clothing. Her books and writing utensils. Her minimal makeup and her perfume. Her iPod- the one thing other than her own writing and drawings that she actually cared about.
Ambrosia grabbed the tiny silver Nano from her pocket and stared down at it lovingly, before plugging in her head phones and blasting her favourite song.
'My heart is my armour
She's the tear in my heart
She's a carver
She's a butcher with a smile...'
Ambrosia hid her iPod in the many folds of her over-sized sweater and headed into the Admissions Office, already well over an hour late.
She glanced up and grinned slightly at the secretary.
"Dia... Ambrosia Dia."
The secretary's lips moved, her facial expression one of disgust.
"Just give me my fucking stuff," Ambrosia growled, her fingers tightening around the handle of her suitcase.
The secretary pursed her lips before handing her two thin sheets of paper.
Ambrosia nodded at her and grinned, though it was more like a grimace, her pale lips pulling back harshly over her teeth, exposing a flash of her canines.
Ambrosia walked to her dorm, her suitcase dragging noisily behind her. She walked into the room and yawned, not being bothered to see who she would be staying with. She threw her stuff onto a top bunk- which, gladly, wasn't taken yet- and stripped down to just her undergarments.
Ambrosia kicked her stuff to one corner of the bed, and crawled under the blankets.
She would not be going to class today. She couldn't. She would completely break down if she did.
So instead, she drifted off into a hazy, drug-induced dream, a thin smile on her lips as her eyes slipped closed.
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Steely
Stressed College Student
Heinrich
Heinrich gulped down the lump in his throat as the frame of Brookfield Academy's campus grew larger and larger with each second. His hands were already sweaty around the steering wheel of his car, and his stomach felt like if he had swallowed an entire iceberg in one go. It felt all too nostalgic, the feeling of nervousness before a first day at school. A new school, on top of that. It's going to be alright, Heinrich. No need to be this tense. Despite his mental protests, the curly haired boy couldn't get over the million thoughts and doubts bombarding his mind. Would he fit in one of the best academies in the entire country? What would people think of him? Would he do well? Would he make friends?
He snapped out of the incoming self-deprecating thoughts with a light punch on the steering wheel. "You're being a child, Heinrich..." He scolded himself in a low tone of voice, only now noticing that the entrance to the school was a few meters away. It took him a few moments to guide the car to where he assumed to be the parking lot, stopping the vehicle in a very secluded spot in comparison to where the other cars where. He didn't want to be noticed just yet, and for some reason, parking his not-so-special car away from the others seemed to be the perfect strategy to avoid attention. Once Heinrich had it stopped on the lot, he dried his hands on his black hoodie, straightened his rather loose jeans and checked if his shoes were still on. Now, it was time to get over with this.
Summoning all of his courage, he opened the door, grabbed his heavy backpack and slung it over his shoulders. Next, was his luggage. It consisted of only one bag filled to the very brim with all of his clothes, books, his laptop and other necessary objects for survival in a dorm. Thankfully, he could carry them without any kind of discomfort, and as soon as he deemed himself good to go, he closed the doors and locked the car. The nervousness washed over him again, this time with more intensity, as he stared at what he assumed to be the Office of Admissions. Shaky steps led him inside, and he couldn't help but to gawk at the interior design for a moment before his conscience reminded him that he was probably looking like an awestruck idiot.
He searched into his memory to remember the words of his father regarding what he had to do. Go to the Office of Admissions, get his schedules and his dorm assignment, store all his stuff in his assigned bedroom, and get ready for the classes. Sucking in a deep breath, he moved on, apparently suppressing his timidness for a short moment in order to get it all done without much of a fuss. He noticed how the secretary was kind of a no-nonsense woman, and just as the line moved, he made sure to not waste a single split second in order to not incur the wrath of the blonde. No words were needed as his assignments were handed to him just as fast as he moved.
The secretary's gestures to make him move away as fast as possible had him shoving the assignments into his pockets in a hurry, leaving only the provided map out to guide him through the new environment. Off to a great start, Heinrich noted.
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*glub*
It was Jillian’s turn to step up to the secretary.
“Oh, and you are…”
It wasn’t uncommon for people to forget her name or even her existence. She tried her best to remain invisible, anyway. It was better than being bullied, after all. And, she had certainly had her fair share of that before.
“Jillian Daye,” she replied with a small smile on her face.
“Right, here you go. Next!”
Jillian moved aside, glancing down at the paperwork. First thing first, she had to know where she was going to be sleeping for the school year. It appeared that she would be rooming with Ambrosia, Molly, and Hyeon So-Ra. She never had much opinion on the roommate situation, as she tried to be in the room very rarely.
She began the walk back to the dormitories to settle in and unpack. It wasn’t terribly far away, but she enjoyed looking at the scenery during the walk. If there was one impression she could take away from Brookfield, it was that the campus, while quite large, was absolutely beautiful. Throughout the entire summer, she had poured over all of the pictures she had gotten the previous year. She had a feeling she was going to be just as reclusive, occupying her time by searching out the best photo opportunities this year, as well.
The car’s trunk was open and the manservant stood alongside it in anticipation. She bowed her head a little lower as she approached, her carrot-colored hair falling over her face. She was still getting used to her paternal grandparents, and this seemed to be the way they did everything—by throwing money at the situation. It was odd that they had taken such an interest in her since she had never known her biological father.
“This will be my room,” Jillian explained, handing him the piece of paper. “Really, I can manage myself, though.”
The manservant ignored her and began lifting as many bags into his arms as he could. Then he walked off toward the dormitories, leaving her behind. She sighed, watching him go. Then she helped herself to the few bags that remained. There weren’t many, as she had just brought along a sufficient amount of clothes and camera equipment and other personal items she thought might come in handy during the school year. Unfortunately for her, though, the manservant had grabbed the cases with clothes. She had to strain her muscles to carry both a box of books and oddities and a small one with some camera equipment.
Jillian did her best to juggle these heavy boxes and maneuver around the coming and going students. She didn’t seem to be doing a very good job of it. She managed to reach the outer door when the box of books dropped for the first time. It fell on its side, spilling some of its innards. She squatted down to immediately retrieve the fallen books.
“Good start to the school year, Jill,” she said under her breath. “Well, it can only get better from here, I suppose.”
“Oh, and you are…”
It wasn’t uncommon for people to forget her name or even her existence. She tried her best to remain invisible, anyway. It was better than being bullied, after all. And, she had certainly had her fair share of that before.
“Jillian Daye,” she replied with a small smile on her face.
“Right, here you go. Next!”
Jillian moved aside, glancing down at the paperwork. First thing first, she had to know where she was going to be sleeping for the school year. It appeared that she would be rooming with Ambrosia, Molly, and Hyeon So-Ra. She never had much opinion on the roommate situation, as she tried to be in the room very rarely.
She began the walk back to the dormitories to settle in and unpack. It wasn’t terribly far away, but she enjoyed looking at the scenery during the walk. If there was one impression she could take away from Brookfield, it was that the campus, while quite large, was absolutely beautiful. Throughout the entire summer, she had poured over all of the pictures she had gotten the previous year. She had a feeling she was going to be just as reclusive, occupying her time by searching out the best photo opportunities this year, as well.
The car’s trunk was open and the manservant stood alongside it in anticipation. She bowed her head a little lower as she approached, her carrot-colored hair falling over her face. She was still getting used to her paternal grandparents, and this seemed to be the way they did everything—by throwing money at the situation. It was odd that they had taken such an interest in her since she had never known her biological father.
“This will be my room,” Jillian explained, handing him the piece of paper. “Really, I can manage myself, though.”
The manservant ignored her and began lifting as many bags into his arms as he could. Then he walked off toward the dormitories, leaving her behind. She sighed, watching him go. Then she helped herself to the few bags that remained. There weren’t many, as she had just brought along a sufficient amount of clothes and camera equipment and other personal items she thought might come in handy during the school year. Unfortunately for her, though, the manservant had grabbed the cases with clothes. She had to strain her muscles to carry both a box of books and oddities and a small one with some camera equipment.
Jillian did her best to juggle these heavy boxes and maneuver around the coming and going students. She didn’t seem to be doing a very good job of it. She managed to reach the outer door when the box of books dropped for the first time. It fell on its side, spilling some of its innards. She squatted down to immediately retrieve the fallen books.
“Good start to the school year, Jill,” she said under her breath. “Well, it can only get better from here, I suppose.”
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oLyinKingo
QueenOfLies
Eric certainly did not miss waking up early. See, if it was waking up early for something fun like say a roadtrip, it was okay. But for school? A place that teaches you no life skills what so ever? He would fight you on it. He would've laid in bed and been late if it wasn't for his mother calling him at the butt crack of dawn. She was his 'personal morning wake up call' she had said after nagging for fifteen minutes straight. Once he got off the phone with her, he sat in bed for another ten minutes before actually getting up. He wiped his hand across his face as he went to the bathroom to get himself ready for his return. Low-key, he was excited about returning to school. He missed everyone except the 'mysterious' person on Twitter. This year he hoped to steer clear of him or her considering he didn't need any more of secrets to be told to the rest of the world. His life was hectic enough already. He turned on the shower and the radio to get him pumped up about this day. The radio blasted throughout his hotel room as he listened to the muffled sounds of Big Sean's "I Know" through the shower. It was one of those 'contemplating life while I sit here and pretend I'm in a Drake music video' showers, so it was about thirty minutes until he got out. With the towel wrapped around his waist, he did the rest of his morning routine and got dressed. Thankful to his mom for giving him the idea to pack last night so he wouldnt have to in the morning, he gathered his bags and put them in his silver Chevy Malibu and made his way to the school.
The school hadn't changed much since his first two years. He still regretted having to come but decided not to complain about it and just enjoy it. Looking around he saw some familiar faces and some not so familiar. He parked and got out with two thirds of his bags and went to the admissions office. Seeing the admissions lady again, he smiled and she gave him a glare. "Oh come on now! Don't give me that look Rachel. Come on. Say you're glad to see me." The admissions lady gave him a fake smile and handed the flirt his papers. "Of all the people that've come up to me today, I can say that I missed you the least. Goodbye." Eric put his hand over his heart in mock heartbreak and walked away. Looking at his room assignment, he was in room 203. He gave a satisfied look considering these people were actually fun. If he had gotten stuck with boring people, he didn't know what he'd do. He decided to head to his dorm first then go look around for people.
When he headed up there, he could see the freshmen looking around for their rooms and it made him chuckle, considering that was him just two years ago. After much shoving and pushing he made it to his room and claimed a top bunk by putting his stuff up there. It looked like he was the first there so of course he had to play more music from his Mac as he put away his stuff. "Ahh... I'll never get use to these closets."
The school hadn't changed much since his first two years. He still regretted having to come but decided not to complain about it and just enjoy it. Looking around he saw some familiar faces and some not so familiar. He parked and got out with two thirds of his bags and went to the admissions office. Seeing the admissions lady again, he smiled and she gave him a glare. "Oh come on now! Don't give me that look Rachel. Come on. Say you're glad to see me." The admissions lady gave him a fake smile and handed the flirt his papers. "Of all the people that've come up to me today, I can say that I missed you the least. Goodbye." Eric put his hand over his heart in mock heartbreak and walked away. Looking at his room assignment, he was in room 203. He gave a satisfied look considering these people were actually fun. If he had gotten stuck with boring people, he didn't know what he'd do. He decided to head to his dorm first then go look around for people.
When he headed up there, he could see the freshmen looking around for their rooms and it made him chuckle, considering that was him just two years ago. After much shoving and pushing he made it to his room and claimed a top bunk by putting his stuff up there. It looked like he was the first there so of course he had to play more music from his Mac as he put away his stuff. "Ahh... I'll never get use to these closets."
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A twisted little writer
Allison Richardson
Did she really have to suffer this year like the last? Wake up early for breakfast and the damn lessons? Sit through lesson after lesson about things she could just read up on her own and probably learn better than by a teacher, who clearly hated their job, try to explain it to her? And of course, people. People who she didn't like, like Katerina. Thank god there was people there who she liked though. People like Jax, or sweeties like Andrei. Sawyer too for that sake. They hadn't even started out as friends at first, but then Allie couldn't watch a girl with the body of her let herself dress like a boy the way she did. So, she had stepped in, made her change the wardrobe, get some knowledge on makeup, and of course hair, then the tomboy sawyer was history, and in her place was the stunning Sawyer that boys now saw.
Things like that was really how she got through the school year. Clothes, fashion, makeovers. Without them? She would have ended up just watching netflix and gaining too much weight for any of her clothes to fit.
But no, now she had to go into the school and get her papers and deal with that annoying head of admissions.
just too many annoying things to do. With a look in the review mirror she fixed her hair, pulling it from the ponytail se had kept in while driving, and let it down. Fixing her makeup too, the lipgloss shining on her lips and the mascara sitting just fine.
"I can do this" She turned off the engine of her pink Porsche, and walked to the administration, ending up behind a couple others, taping her foot against the floor. Her outfit made up from yellow skinny jeans and a black shirt, was even carfully planned. because the first outfit of the day was a kill or be killed thing.
"Next" Ms. Woods called with her oh so boring and annoying voice, which just screamed kill me for she hated being there with all of the teenagers, though she seemed like she believed herself to still be one. Walking over, she smiled that polite smile of her own. "Richardson. Allison." Knowing all those papers went by the alphabeth ad usually surname, she had learned to use surname first. Getting the papers, she waited until she had them in her had. "Next time, add a layer of gloss if you want to look not boring" She said, the plain lipstick the woman wore just making Allie want to push a lipgloss on her.
Walking away, she went back to the car and drove it over to the dorms, and parked her car for while she had to get her luggage in. Her parents had suggested to hire someone to help her with that, or, her mother had suggested so, but she had refused. No, she'd rather get someone she knew to do t.
And well.... She did have someone who had said he would help. So she picked up twitter again, while leaning against her car, and sent a message to Felix. "So... Are you coming around to help me with the luggage?"
@Felix7
Rick Larson
One advantage of having a boyfriend? The shortie could go and get their papers from that quite grumpy woman in the administration. Sure, Rick wasn't scared of her, but if he had the choice of not seeing her, and seeing her? He would chose to not see her.
After parking the truck (which Rhys seemed to hate, without Rick understanding why), he had gotten a trolley, refusing to carry the luggage of both him and Rhys. For hell, Rhys didn't pack just clothes, no he packed his damn library it seemed like.
Balancing everything on each other, and with his guitar behind his back (For not happening anyone else would get to go near it) he steered the trolley towards the residency halls.
Stopping by the green areas there, he saw his blonde boyfriend who he tended to call princess. Why? Because he was German, blonde, and was quite if to use the terms so many others would use "the girl of the relationship" though he didn't consider it like that. Rhys just happened to be the one a little less strong, and a bit more on normal cars, rather than trucks.
"Dude, grab your bags, I want to find my room and put the guitar to safety" He said, and picked up his own bags. Rhys could send the trolley back to where it belonged this time.
@LadyOfSixVillages
Scorpio Retrograde
One Thousand Club
Molly was walking around the dormitories helping some freshman get to there room. She finally made it outside, and helping some more people. She reached out and brought out her phone seeing a text from Felix, wondering what he meant she reached the the admissions office catching on what he said. she text back 'Sure did' she giggled as she typed the next message 'Maybe it was the starbucks' she texted right after the first. She walked around people running around. Molly went to a nearby vending machine she saw it was stocked with her favorite candy skittles, she put in what it needed before grabbing the skittles, then doing it again. She walked around back wondering where Felix was. as she ate her Skittles she looked around sitting on bench which under a tree, she also claimed it hers.
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K A T E R I N A
It was a nice day out for early September. It was sunny, but not extremely hot and there was a breeze that wasn't quite chilly, but helped a person not get too warmed up under the sun. Though it seemed like some students actually felt cold in this weather, judging by the coats they had on. Maybe she just was too used to Siberian weather that she didn't feel cold until the digits hit the below zero mark. Anyway the weather seemed much better than last year. It had been raining and getting all the luggage inside the building dry was mission impossible. Judging from some of the forming grey clouds above, it was either going to rain tonight or early tomorrow.
Katerina enjoyed the weather as she strolled to the Residence Hall and then looked sideways at Daxter. What the actual fuck is he doing? She asked to herself in her head. He had gotten out his computer and was typing away. And he still hadn't said anything until now. Either he was shy or mute, but it didn't bother her much as she didn't enjoy small talk much. When he did put his computer away she was immensely curious about it, she had never seen a computer fold or whatever it was it did to fit in the space of his bag. Katerina wasn't one to be obsessed with new technology, unless it was a new punching bag or a robot that could do your homework, but whenever she saw something new, she thought "hey, that's kinda cool".
When they reached the Residence Hall building, Katerina stopped to point out the two entrances. "So the Residence Hall is divided into boys and girls, obviously. The East Hall" she said as she pointed to the right side of the building "is for girls, boys are not allowed to be there after 9 pm. The West Hall" she now pointed to the left side of the building "is for boys. Same thing, no girls allowed after 9 pm." Katerina assumed he got what she was saying and moved to go inside the building as she continued talking. "Lights out is at 10 pm and every room has four people and... Oh, here we are" She stopped suddenly as they reached room 201. "Well your roommates aren't too bad. You got Rhys, Andrei and Felix. Andrei is also a techie so you will probably get along with him more than the others." Since the door was always unlocked on the first day, she just opened the door and walked inside, dropping the bag near the door and settling herself in one of the desk chairs as she faced him. She pointed to the keys that were hanging in the hanger beside the door. "Each one of those is for one person inside the room, so just grab one and don't lose it or you have to pay for a new one and wait two days for it." When he didn't say anything, or maybe she wasn't listening closely enough, she asked pointedly. "So are you mute or something? And what where you doing in that computer thing you put in your bag?"
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"Ready? Not at all," Hyeon spoke truthfully, her hands going up to hold the other's wrist; then the phone buzzed and she couldn't do so. Standing there as he was on the phone for a short bit, So-Ra took the time to absorb her surroundings a bit better since she wasn't moving from place to place so quickly. "Seems like you're popular," Hyeon commented as the attention went back to the phone. Her lips were pursed, fingers now wrapped tightly around her belongings as she now saw a few more people get into admissions. Not expecting so many kids, Hyeon was taken aback - who knew there were so many.
Again, she looked back over to Tommy, the messy haired King Fuckboy. "I don't have any questions yet, by the way." The words left her lips, answering the question from not too long ago.
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Again, she looked back over to Tommy, the messy haired King Fuckboy. "I don't have any questions yet, by the way." The words left her lips, answering the question from not too long ago.
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LadyOfSixVillages
Amethyst Maiden
Rhys Kerr
Well he heard princess from somewhere so it must be his boyfriend. Pulling his attention away from the world of the quantum physic Rhys glanced up at his musically inclined boyfriend. "Ah liebling. What took you so long?"He teased, closing the book as he got up and walked over to the brunette. "Could you do me a favor and sit down really quick?"He asked, not bothering to acknowledge his boyfriend's request of picking up his horrible heavy bags. Decide his guitar-playing babe wasn't fast enough, he grabbed Rick's hand and use his weight and that of the bags he was carrying to force his boyfriend to sit down with him on the grass. While still being careful as to not bang his boyfriend's guitar on the ground which ensue a fight he didn't need nor wanted at the moment. Before Rick would react Rhys plopped himself in his lap, and leaned his head back on the muscular shoulder. "We're not in the same room. I'm gonna lose my chair."he whined while shoving his boyfriend's papers in his face.
@Nat
Andrei Timurovich
Why does computer equipment have to be so heavy? Andrei almost wanted to collapse in relief as he walked toward the dorms. "I should have grabbed a trolley. "He mumbled before walking out to the grassy area. He spots Rhys and Rick, but decided to talk to them later. Taking out his phone he message Ariana since she has been wanting to meet with him for awhile. "Hey where are you? I'm at the dorms, do to you wanna get together?"grinning he hits the send option on his screen before walking off towards the West Hall.
"Room 200, ah Ro-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw the dormroom door was open wide. He really did want to deal with Felix at the moment, if it was him. However all this equipment was really heavy. Taking a calm breath, he tighten the hold on his bags and walked towards the door. It was too his utter relief and confusion he heard a familiar Russian accent asked "So are you mute or something?"
"Kat?"He called out as he walked through the door and into the room.
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