Tristan "Strawberry" Westergaard
| Town || Porcelain “Silver” Elanor Snow |
He raised an eyebrow right back. He was actually familiar with the style, she wasn’t exactly unique in that regard. “It’s not like it’s some hidden style or something. Plenty of clothing stores sell goth items. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s not a statement. A statement would be not wearing any animal products because you don’t believe in animal cruelty,” he spoke to her as though she was a child. Not understanding such basic things that even a nitwit like him knew. “Really,” he asked, “because you seemed pretty darn upset when I called you blonde.” Porcelain didn’t press any further on the matter, and Tristan appreciated it. Even though he didn’t say anything.
Tristan rolled his eyes at her sad comeback. “Is that really all you could come up with? You really are a child,” he mumbled the last part under his breath. He had, in fact, brushed his teeth that morning. Much like he comber his hair. After all, he wasn’t a miscreant. “No, it was not like that! Not a half bad idea, though. I was thinking more along the lines of not getting caught without the uniform on.” He mocked a hurt expression on his face as she claimed that he hadn’t been glowing, “Damm-t, my face cream lied to me!”
The weak, meek, and bleak cashier sad nothing as he kept on firing insult after insult, which only made him want to mock her further. Porcelain grabbed some of the bags, and agreed to leave. He held open the door for her as he said one last thing. Just loud enough for her to hear, “Coward.” It wasn’t some huge assault or anything, Tristan simply said it to inculcate her. He walked out into the fresh air, taking a deep breath. “Ah, that was exhilarating, I haven’t done that in months,” he cried out in joy. After the… public display he had made at Isaiah’s coronation, Tristan had been quarantined. The sun was shining brightly, hitting Silver’s face at just the right angle. Maybe it was just him, but she didn’t appear as angry as she once had. He focused on some of the civilians going on with their daily lives. All of this… this was the life he had to look forward too once Isaiah inevitably banished him from the kingdom, that was if he hadn’t become the King of another kingdom or hadn’t killed his brother by then. The life of a commoner was what he’d be living if everything went wrong… except he’d be alone. After a moment of looking around, he spoke, “I guess we should change, then?” Jerking his head towards some bathrooms.
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ORP: Look who opened up a Thesaurus
Mei Fa
| Basic Mathematics || Hilda Kýr & Ms. Galarza Rossum |
Mei took a seat when Ms. Galarza instructed her to, looking to Hilda in pity as they were not so lucky in dismissing the teachers wrath. She removed her brown, leather bag from her back as Ms. Galarza continued scolding Hilda. There was nothing Mei could do about it. Though, she did feel rather bad. She removed a white notebook with a red string to mark the page, a smaller pink bag that held her pens, pencils, erasers, highlighters, and bookmarks, and finally Mei removed another notebook that held her math notes from the previous grade. Hilda sat down next to her, and starting talking. “Next time, we’ll just have to remember to not be late,” Mei spoke in a hushed voice, trying to not invoke her teacher once more. “Worry about being respected,” she quoted, “never worry about being liked because that’s the trap,” she smiled sweetly towards Hilda.
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Isaiah Westergaard
| Advanced Literature, Ashton, come on, we all know you shadown’t be here || Ashton Shadow & Teacher(?) |
It was fine, this was fine. Nothing to worry about. Not like good old Bob was doing anything stupid. Such as allowing this kid to disrespect him. Isaiah was honestly losing more and more respect for him as the conversation continued. He could have done a better job. To be fair, Isaiah could have done a better job at a lot things. But this teacher, if that’s even what he was, because he was becoming more of a doormat every passing second. Of course this dude liked Bob Marley. Isaiah was starting to see where the kid’s disdain for this teacher came from.
He placed his hands in his lap, seriously trying to stop himself from getting angry. He was ACTUALLY trying, okay? But Isaiah was not going to admit that he was wrong, no way. Not to this insolent child. “Are you saying that you’ll clean the desk when class ends?” He tilted his head in mock curiosity. He won either way. Either he got the kid to clean the desk, ultimately getting him to do what he wanted him to in the first place. Or his assumption was correct, meaning Isaiah would once again be right.
He closed his eyes when the kid once again called him glasses, then swore loud enough for the ineffective by stander teacher to hear. Personally, Isaiah still had no idea why this kid was so dead set on getting detention - not like he really cared either. “You know what, I’ll take it,” Isaiah muttered, barely loud enough for the kid to hear, when he called him ‘Izzy.’ It could have been worse, way worse. His cheeks turned slightly red as the kid guessed that he had already read all of the books, he hadn’t actually. He hadn’t even thought of it, which was why he was currently kicking himself for not thinking of doing this. He bit the inside of his cheek, causing the blush to dissipate. “I actually didn’t have time,” he lied, “and who’s making assumptions, now?” Isaiah asked, in an almost pointless attempt to change the subject.
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@ethereal - Raca