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César’s demeanour finally regained its usual composure at both compliments: the first about his boots, and the second made evident by the redness tinting Jakob’s cheeks. Still, the latter’s unwavering devotion to his father rang in his ears. Ask him about it, and see what he says, César wanted to say. Besides, you’ll figure it out eventually. He opened his mouth, set on speaking exactly those words, and stopped when he caught the light in Jakob’s eyes.

“And your boots are… your boots,” he stated instead, which was César’s way of saying he liked them on Jakob.

He stared at the other student for a moment longer, expecting him to go on. But Jakob only stopped altogether, seeming a little unnerved by his words. César lifted a brow. “Sure,” he replied contemptuously, as if there was nothing uncanny about the promise at all, before his face assumed a glowering look. “Besides, you and I are not done with each other.” He gestured towards the traces of pixie dust on his otherwise immaculate white pants, using the opportunity to wave the chalk-stained sleeves of his blazer before Jakob’s opal eyes. “You’re responsible for this, so you at least owe me laundry.”

@ethereal - Jakob

@LunaticLeviTheSecond + @Littlefeets | The cockroaches are heading your way ~

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>> literature, cameron

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“As I’ll ever be.” Their tardiness did earn them a somewhat stern look from the teacher, but she said nothing as Cam dragged Bay to two empty seats. The room looked exactly the same, though the people were quite different. Bay couldn’t help but stare a bit at all the new, interesting faces. She was curious and excited to get to know her new set of classmates. “There’s so many new people.” She voiced her thoughts out loud, tearing her eyes away from the new students to focus on Cam.

orp >> @acorn06 ALL YOUR POSTS ARE GREAT AND I STAND BY THAT! Would you like for them to continue talking during class, etc? or would you like to end it here, and they pay attention? 100% good either way!

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[CrazyCaliope]

“That you are, I’ve noticed,”* Kieran responded to Danko’s comment and Danko only gave him on pathetic nod before spoke about everyone liked everyone. Though Kieran didn’t agree and shook his head, “I’ll have to disagree with you there. You’d still get hurt, people cannot be trusted. Just think about it, you seem like you’d use some action in your life” He smirked.
“But if we all liked everyone and they liked us, what is there to lie about? Why would there be lying if we all got along and appreciated everyone?” Danko tugged on the edges of his uniform jacket, wishing that he’d worn his leather one instead. He always felt more confident in it, not just because Quillian like it (that was a bonus) but symbolism he had associated with it and the emotions he gave himself when he did. “Action?” That smirk again. “I could use action. Do I really look that sheltered?” He was but does anyone ever really admit to it?

@CerealKiller - Kieran

[CrazyCaliope]

“That’s good,” Caspian whimpered. “Students to links with death?”
Syrus nodded back at her but did little else. “Yes. Students who are similar to me. No, not similar to me, not really, they will have mush more experience and be much better. Similar in parentage, I meant, students whose parents are also connected to death in differing ways. Like Hades, his children are here at this school.”

@Venus - Caspian - Yeah, he did, 'cause she was being nice. … Sorry it’s shorter this time, just thought it might be easier to reply and since they’ve only got one topic, I didn’t need to add a lot of filler text.

[CerealKiller]

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“But if we all liked everyone and they liked us, what is there to lie about? Why would there be lying if we all got along and appreciated everyone?”
”Because people have darkness in them, all people. The fact that you like someone doesn’t mean you’d be good to them, not you but in general” he told him, which was in fact something he sort of believed, though liking people was a bit of a controversy for him, Kieran had always been a lone wolf, people in his life were mostly just something used to passed the time, or wanting to get something or intrigue his mind, simply means to an end. There was never any real connection there, a family, real friends, love, and never having it, at this point in his life he just didn’t find it necessary as he seemed to survive great on his own.

“Action? I could use action. Do I really look that sheltered?”
”Maybe.” he told him ”You don’t look sheltered, you talk kind of sheltered. By looks I wouldn’t have necessarily guessed” he added, which was partially true, there was a thing called body language, and from that it was in fact quite visible how sheltered the boy was, but what was the point in telling him that? ”Though you did admit you could use some action, so you might not be as sheltered as you think” he added with a smirk once again

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@CrazyCaliope - Danko

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>> advanced literature, arielle

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She laughed along with him, her light, pretty laugh mixing with his deeper, yet still soft one. She looked down, then smiled at him, “I am a morning person as well!” She replied. Jason grinned-glad and interested they had this in common. “Wow. I don’t meet other morning people often.” He commented, only looking slightly surprised. Most people he met liked sleeping in, and did not like being woken up early. Interesting. “I agree.” She beamed at him, her smile was radiant. “You do?” She looked a bit surprised before asking if he really thought the first day was exciting. He shrugged, “More exciting then the second day of school,” he responded, smiling somewhat earnestly. She shook her head, the loose strands from her bun moving slightly. “Nothing in particular, it’s just…a good day today.” She let her shoulder bump his lightly and he smiled at her-it was a friendly thing to do. “You shouldn’t need a reason,” He thought out loud, still smiling at her.

She tilted her head curiously when he mentioned responsibility. “You have a sibling?” Again, the thought of his sunny younger sister made his smile brighten. “Yeah, I have a sister.” He explained brightly. He thought of protecting his sister as a responsibility-though not an annoying one. Especially since he was older and she was quite gullible. That’s why he’d panicked when he couldn’t find her-who knew what kind of terrible people were at this school. After pausing for a moment, he asked, “Oh! Do you have any siblings?” Arielle asked what Camilla was like, and he smiled, glad for the chance to talk about her. “She’s the best. She’s always in a great mood, loves animals…” Jason made sure to only list Camilla’s best qualities. “She’s super sweet. You’d definitely like her.” He hinted lightly with his last sentence. Arielle seemed awesome and like the perfect friend for Camilla and himself. He always made sure to judge her friends-he didn’t want her to befriend someone that would influence her negatively.

She looked away and coughed lightly, probably to be polite, which Jason appreciated. He nodded slightly as she turned back to him, “Just a little.” Jason sighed-he knew he wasn’t just a little protective. Literally everyone he met noted on it. But he had his reasons. At least Arielle was being nice about it. “It’s more than a little, you can be honest.” “It’s nice, though, that you care for your sister.” He smiled lightly-glad she understood. Most people thought he acted more like a dad than a sister. “Thanks,” He said genuinely. Arielle and him seemed to see eye to eye on a lot of things. “You didn’t, don’t worry about it.” She shook her head, then pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “Good.” Jason said, somewhat entranced by what she was doing with her hair. "

She smiled at his offer, nodding. “Okay, I’ll go grab us a seat.” Jason thanked her with a smile before heading to the coffee machine at the back of the room. The deep, rich smell of coffee became stronger as he reached the table. He first got some for himself, not adding any milk or sugar. He liked it the way it was-black, without anything added. Writing his name on his, he then took another cup, this time adding a good amount of sugar as well as some milk. This one was for Camilla-she rarely had coffee, he didn’t usually allow it. It wasn’t healthy, he didn’t want her to get an addiction. But it was a special occasion. And maybe, just a bit, he wanted to seem like a good brother in front of Arielle. He didn’t write her name, instead drew his best sunshine and rainbow-he wasn’t really an artist-but they were simple doodles. He then got Arielle’s cup ready, hoping he wasn’t taking too long. After he filled the cup, he looked to the sugar and milk. He wasn’t sure what she wanted-though she seemed like a sweet person. Perhaps she’d like some sugar and milk, then. Though, considering how much they had in common, perhaps she’d prefer it plain. The teacher was speaking, so he did listen politely, although he already knew him. Then, he looked to Arielle. She had found them seats. When he got her attention, he pointed to the sugar and milk, with an inquisitive expression on his face-as if to ask if she’d like some.

orp >> @katabasis SORRY I FEEL LIKE THIS IS HIGHKEY A MESS + STILL NEED TO REACT

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[Skyler2]

Tristan "Strawberry" Westergaard

| Town || Porcelain “Silver” Elanor Snow|

He looked at her in a condescending way. “How… is that a statement?” Tristan asked her as she had replied with saying that she liked wearing tattered clothes. It wasn’t a statement, a statement would have been that she didn’t like her privilege to proper clothes and believed in equality. At least he thought that’s what it was. “I didn’t wear the uniform, but I am fully open to admitting the fact that I want attention.” He glared as she continued in a slow voice. “I already get talked like that-” he stopped in his tracks, he hadn’t thought before he spoke, almost accidentally releasing the fact that his father treated him the same way. “Never mind,” he added very quickly, hoping that the argument could end.

Porcelain looked guilty, and he felt bad. It wasn’t really his fault - or hers. He looked away for a moment, he was still kind of hurt, but her half apology definitely made him feel better. His hand wavered as he considered giving her a hug. However, he didn’t want to make things more awkward, so he refrained and spoke nothing in return. His spark returned as she accepted his dare, “Outside the dorms. Thirty minutes after curfew,” he didn’t say it, but his thought process was that security would see them in the dorm before they left.

He looked down at his jeans. Granted, they were supposed to show off a little bit. He was proud of the effort and exercise he did every morning to keep that thing in shape. Not like Porcelain would have known anything about that. “Yes, actually, that was my exact thought process and I refuse to take any crap about my appearance from some random girl that can’t even be bothered to brush her hair - let alone wear a dress that doesn’t look like a family of moths used to live in it,” his tone was much like hers when she warned him to not do it again. It wasn’t mean, simply firm, much like his -ss.

Wow, of course. Not only did the girl that he was taking shopping not like him, but the cashier wasn’t very fond of him either. He didn’t glare, he just looked very unimpressed. With himself, with her, with this whole damn place! No wonder his father had sent him here, no one was interested in his antics! He looked over at Porcelain when the cashier addressed her, curious about what her reaction would be. Then the very slow gears started turning in his brain… “Nooooo,” he whispered under his breathe. Was… was Porcelain a lesbian? He had met a few, not surprising as he basically flirted with every girl, and most of them had the same reactions - for the most part. They either ignored him or were more bro-y. He stared at her for a little longer, the blush was imminent on her face. He let out a low “hmm,” of anger. He started tapping his foot in impatience and biting his cheek. “Can I pay now? You know, like basically do your job?” He asked with a tone. He wasn’t really mad at the cashier, more at Silver for stringing him alone. “Or you can just keep flirting, I mean, whatever, right? Who cares about commission checks, am I right?”

ORP: @ethereal - Porcelain
hes angery okay
it took him too long to realize
which he should have done a while ago
says me
well he should have guessed earlier
Could you also take a quick look at what I wrote about the orientation papers down below, I just want to make sure that it’s somewhat correct

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Isaiah Westergaard

| Advanced Literature || Ashton “Ash” Shadow |

Isaiah was still thinking about his conversation with Laurie. He was really glad that he had such a nice, understanding, and intelligent guy as a roommate. It was going to make this year a lot easier. Sort of a grace period before he was going to inherit the throne. Seeing as the Northern Isles didn’t wait until the previous ruler died, merely waited until the successor was of age. In the case of a ruler dying before the heir is of age, the kingdom would be run by councils and trusted advisors until the child was old enough. Basically, what Isaiah was thinking, was that he was so glad he didn’t have a roommate similar to the kid that just walked into the classroom.

The “kid” as it were, looked slightly older than Isaiah. However, this wasn’t going to stop him from thinking the “kid” was younger than him. He had darker toned skin and a shaved head. It almost remined Isaiah of someone who was in the military - or a prisoner. Isaiah was absolutely stunned at the way this kid was behaving, drinking the teachers coffee of the desk, storming into the room, addressing the teacher by his first name - granted he had permitted this, but not while the kid was in the room. The Professor was talking to the students that had bothered to show up on time, and wearing the uniform. Isaiah shook his head and looked back down at his orientation papers. This kid reminded him all too much of his brother. Attention seeking, annoying, and overall, a waste of his time. He sighed when he heard the sound of the kid sitting down in the seat beside him.

Isaiah straight up wanted to bang his head against the wall, no one except Tristan had ever talked to him. Maybe that was why King Hans had sent him here. He adjusted his glasses as he looked over to the kid. “Okay, first off, my name is not glasses. It’s Isaiah. I dem-” he paused for a moment, remembering that he was supposed to learn how to address people as equals. “I would appreciate it if you would call me Isaiah, and not by my primary discriminator. Secondly, this is the orientation paper that explains how grades will work. Among other things, such as festivities, class times, excursions, and the book list for this school year. You would know that if you had bothered to show up on time,” he looked back to his paper at the end of his sentence. Too bad that not everyone was going to be like Laurie, a short lived pipe dream of his.

ORP: @benitz786 - Ashton
I’m sorry Isaiah can be very mean
He can get better, just don’t remind him of Tristan and it’s cool

[CrazyCaliope]

Gregorio was sitting in his advanced Literature class ferociously rubbing the knees of his uniform trousers, despite the class having started. Not having long enough to change when up in his dorm, he still wore the patches of dirt from being knocked over yesterday. Though he stopped immediately when a pale, dark-haired boy with hair almost as long as Gregorio’s, came and sat beside to him. What would the boy think of him doing this? Would he think he was doing something else? Gregorio started to slide his hands down his own thighs, slowly and repetitively, trying to get any creases out.
Knowing he should say something, to at least greet him, Gregorio looked over and opened his mouth to speak. Nothing. Nothing escaped his lips. So he reached his left hand into his pocket and came out with a pen, while his right opened the cover of his empty notebook before him. He quickly wrote…
“Hi!”
“Are you as nervous about the start of class as I am?”
Then he slid the book across the table to the boy.

@Ouijaloveletters - Ji-Woo

[Ouijaloveletters]

Mei smiled when Hilda said their mom actually did like them, which made them feel good. What didn’t was how her smile fell when Hilda started talking about s*x. “Uh…sorry. That’s been drilled into my head. I forget it makes people uncomfortable. They couldn’t help but giggle when Mei blushed. When she mentioned class, Hilda gulped. “Well, crap. We should go. Like, now. Come on!” Hilda yelled, grabbing Mei’s hand and racing out of the castleteria. They just hoped the hand holding wasn’t too weird. Oh, who were they kidding…it definitely was.
@Skyler2 - Mei

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“People like you?” Dark gave him a small smile. Dae tilted his head, his gold (yes, real gold) dangly earring swinging slightly. “Yeah, exactly,” He said somewhat cheerfully. His attempts to help Dark feel better seemed to be working-to his surprise. “Though, I don’t think you’ll meet anyone quite like me.” He added boastfully. He hadn’t met a lot of people at the school-though he knew Eun would. She was that way, accepting and friendly towards everyone. She’d was so tolerating, she might even get along with a murderer.

“This time, yes.” Dae chuckled along with him, glad he had agreed. He liked being complimented, and this sort of felt like one. “I don’t remember anything until I am completely in control.” Another thing Dae appreciated-Dark was pretty honest with him about this whole thing-he wasn’t holding back and leaving Dae in the dark (no pun intended). “Oh, I see.” Dae said, taking this information in. “I think in between that sheer panic to regain control, I switched subconsciously for a moment.” He continued to explain. Reaching for his head-almost as if to sturdy himself, he looked back at Dae. Dae nodded at this, not saying anything, as he had already said, “I see.” “Exactly how hard did you hit me?” He looked away for a second, then turned back. “I didn’t hit you… I kicked you. In the face.” He said honestly. Then, getting a bit defensive even though Dark hadn’t accused him of anything, he added, “It was the adrenaline.”

orp >> @meekepeek omg understandable! and yes i am ethie now an oHHHH okay i see i see!! I like that!

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[Skyler2]

Mei Fa

| Castleteria & Corridor || Hilda Kýr |

She paused, once again. Mei was a little unsure of what to say, so far all of the conversations she had had so far were not going as planned. “It’s… it’s not your fault. Like you said, you were raised that way. So it’s cool, at least I think so. Maybe try and refrain from talking to everybody about that kind of stuff,” Mei chuckled at the end of her sentence. “Uh-” she was shocked when Hilda grabbed her hand and starting running. Did they even know where they were going? If it hadn’t been for Mei’s reflexes, she probably would have fell on her butt. It was a bit awkward at first, but she adapted, picking up her pace and readjusting her grip so that it looked like Mei had initiated it. She looked back, giving a sweet smile, when they reached the classroom. Or at least, Mei was pretty sure it was the classroom. She slowed down, as to not cause too much noise. “I think this is it,” Mei spoke nervously. She was trying to stay confident, yet it was hard when she was late on her very first day. “I guess we should go in, huh?”

@Ouijaloveletters - Hilda

[Ouijaloveletters]

Ji-Woo respectfully turned this head when the boy began running his hands down his thighs. He was probably smoothing out his pants, but Ji-Woo didn’t want to eavesdrop if he was doing…something else. He turned when he heard something being slid in front of him. He read the words, looking up. “Hey. Well, that depends. Are you actually excited for class? I am. I love literature, but don’t get to read much.” He explained, smiling at the boy.
@CrazyCaliope - Gregorio

[Ouijaloveletters]

Mei had said something about trying to refrain from talking about you know what, but Hilda didn’t have time to think about that. They felt Mei react to Hilda downright sprinting down the hall, reaching the classroom. They grinned back when Mei smiled at them, heat rising to their cheeks. “Um, Sorry.” Mei suggested they go inside, and Hilda nodded, opening the door and holding it open for Mei.
@Skyler2 - Mei

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>> literature, rory

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He was paying attention less and less. Oh well, it was only the first day, right? “No, you don’t always exaggerate, and when you do, it’s cute, Kellan.” Kellan laughed, smiling cheerily to hide the blush rising to his cheeks. “You haven’t known me for long enough if you’re saying that,” He joked. He supposed it was fine, though he could get very dramatic. Talking to Rory, Kellan felt happy. They got along well, he was super cute and sweet… what wasn’t to like? Rory giggled, his dark eyes seeming to light up when Kellan asked about his map-making. “Yeah, I map out the forest and delivery routes for my mom.” He responded. Kellan’s eyes widened with interest at this-that was really sweet of Rory to do for his mother. Although by now, he expected nothing less. Though he had a question-“Your mom still delivers? Even after…” He trailed off and made a worried face. He didn’t say it out loud, but he was thinking of what had happened with the wolf… She might be traumatized after what happened. Rory pulled his sketchbook out of his camouflage messenger bag, and Kellan folded his hands in his lap, swinging back and forth eagerly. His anticipation only continued to build as Rory flipped through a few pages. “Here, that one isn’t done, and it’s just a draft, but it is still one of my favorites.” Kellan craned his neck to see-it was amazing. “OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SO FREAKING TALENTED!!!” Kellan squealed much too loudly. “I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!” Rory listened without interupting. “They sound pretty awesome, maybe I’ll meet them someday.” Kellan grinned excitedly-“You will. Hopefully sooner than later, Ahh, they’re going to love you!!”

orp >> @bpalmer

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He heard the door slam, and turned away from the boy he had been talking to to see who had arrived. “Robbie, my old friend.” And there he was. Ashton Shadow. Muscular, intimidating, and with piercing eyes-he was the kind of person who stood out in the crowd-someone who didn’t really look like anyone else. But this wasn’t what made Ashton so memorable to Robert-no. There had been an incident a few years back, something involving stolen books and watermelon-flavored gum. Though, Robert was all for fresh starts. He was sure the books had gone to people who needed them more, and hoped Ashton had enjoyed his gum. He wanted for Ashton to start over, to use his potential, to learn the value of books. That was why he’d signed a petition, one that forced him to attend Once Upon a High. Though, he didn’t really think Ashton was in his class… While he stared, Ashton made his way to Robert’s desk, taking a sip from his coffee, ignoring the full pitcher for students on the back table.

“I always did love your taste in coffee, Robster.” Though he felt a bit disrespected, Robert smiled at the nickname-he did want students to see him as a friend. He listened to Ashron’s coffee advice. “Thank you, Ashton. I will keep that in mind for the future.” He smiled. “You can keep that.” He nodded towards the mostly-full cup of coffee-not bothering to get himself a new one.

orp - @benitz786

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The girl slowly raised her head, brown eyes meeting Lorelai’s darker brown ones. She did not stop crying, though she did focus on Lorelai. Lorelai looked over the girl, surprised to see she was not a human. Instead, she was a living scarecrow-adorable with brown hair, rosy cheeks, and cloth instead of flesh. She could tell this, as the cloth was getting soaked from the tears-not a great look. “I’m…I’m so…I’m sorry Mrs-” She hesitated before completing her sentence, “-Teacher. I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll try to stop.” A small wrinkle formed between her eyebrows-did this girl seriously think she was a teacher? Would a teacher be this hot? Would a teacher wear such an outfit? She supposed these teachers weren’t like public school teachers-though she wasn’t sure scarecrows usually attended them. She didn’t take much offense-‘teacher’ didn’t always mean old or wrinkly. “I’m not a teacher.” Lorelai told her. Her eyes darted to the woman at the front of the classroom. “That rotten woman is. I’m…” She smirked. “Lorelai Pearl. Daughter of Poseidon and Aphrodite. Have you heard of them?” Her tone was haughty as she showed off her parentage-and her status as a goddess. “And don’t apologize to me-apologize to yourself. You don’t need to be crying over…whoever you’re crying about.” She added, sensing this was about a person.

[color=#FF430A]orp >> @crazycaliope i’m so excited!! ^-^[1]

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[ethereal]

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>> entryway, jakob

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Prissiness regained at the compliment, César no longer looked upset. Jakob was still blushing, although it was beginning to fade. He was relieved to feel the warmth leaving his cheeks. César looked like he was about to say something-his expression firm and matter-of-fact as he opened his mouth. But, he seemed to freeze, no words coming out. Jakob looked at him, wondering if he was okay. Eventually, he did say something-though it was slightly unexpected. “And your boots are…your boots.” It wasn’t the rude remark or haughty comment he had expected. Instead it was some sort of compliment-though it could probably be taken as an insult if you looked at it the right way. Jakob decided to take it as the former. He chuckled, “Why thank you. We’ve been together for a while, me and these boots.”

He stared at Jakob as if he was expecting more. “Sure.” He had a sour expression now. “Besides, you and I are not done with each other.” Jakob’s red eyebrows raised, his lips twisting into a smirk. No, they weren’t. And if things went his way, they wouldn’t be done with each other for a while. César gestured to his pixie dust pants angrily, then waved his chalk dust-stained blazer in Jakob’s face. Jakob blinked-although he’d gladly own up to the first, the second wasn’t even his fault. “You’re responsible for this, so you at least owe me laundry.” Jakob shrugged-he was fine with that, each dorm had one anyways. “Alright, fine.” He agreed. “Though you deserve those chalk stains-you’re the one who assaulted me.” He added. Deciding it was time to put phase two into fruition, he began to lazily walk down the halls. “C’mon, pixie-dust-pants.” He said this, as the pants had been brought up again. Plus, the nickname was sure to get César running after him.

orp >> @edelgard HIS COMPLIMENT I DIED alsoo i stopped tagging brookie and levi because we are done with them (for now XD)

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[ethereal]

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>> mathematics, syrus

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He gave Caspian a subtle nod. “Yes. Students who are similar to me.” Her eyes widened further at this-he was one of those students. She knew she should probably act a bit less afraid, as not to offend Syrus. Though she couldn’t help but wonder what being around someone so close to death would entail. “No, not similar to me, not really.” At this, it was a bit easier to relax and looked less scared. “They will have much more experience and be much better.” Much better at what? She wondered to herself, but could not find the courage to ask, remembering the sigh at her last question. “Like Hades, his children are here at this school.” Her eyes were saucers now. “Here? At this school? How do you know?” She asked three questions, forgetting earlier’s thought process.

When she saw the teacher, she froze. She looked neat, though very mean. She had piercing eyes and wore only grey. She let out a small breath-this was the kind of woman she did not want as her teacher.

orp >> @crazycaliope yayyy!! i love that for her xD and noo i totally get it!! don’t worry ;))

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[ethereal]

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>> town, tristan

•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.

“How…is that a statement?” Tristan asked rudely, still staring at the tattered dress. She rolled her eyes, as if she were tired of explaining everything to him. “Haven’t you heard of goth?” She muttered, though loud enough for him to hear. She had said ‘fashion statement’, not just ‘statement’. Wearing these clothes, to her, reflected who she was and what she liked. “I didn’t wear the uniform, but I am fully open to admitting the fact that I want attention.” She looked a bit surprised when he flat-out admitted to seeking attention. After a pause, she shook her head slightly, silver hair flying out of her face. “Well, just another way you and I are different, Strawberry.” She replied somewhat darkly. He began to admit something, that he already got talked to a certain way, but then he paused. “Never mind.” Never mind again? Porcelain was getting annoyed with those, though it made her a hypocrite, as she never confessed to anything. She nodded simply, though her eyes showed slight curiosity.

He looked away from her, and she wondered for a second if he was just going to leave. Instead, he just said nothing, as she had, which she supposed was fitting. He brightened again when she agreed-and she felt better-wait, why did she care? Glad to see he had his spark back, she started to brighten (or return to her usual self).“Outside the dorms. Thirty minutes after curfew.” He stated back. She nodded, making a note of this. “Fine. See you then.”

At her insult, he looked down at his skinny jeans. “Yes, actually, that was my exact thought process.” She raised an eyebrow-giving him a sarcastic look. “and I refuse to take any crap about my appearance from some random girl that can’t even be bothered to brush her hair - let alone wear a dress that doesn’t look like a family of moths used to live in it.” She glared as he went on another rant, though she preferred this to the previous topic. Not so annoying, more of teasing. “Well, aren’t you predictable. I’ll make sure to have an ambulance on speed dial then.” She retorted. She thought moths were cute, and couldn’t deny that her dress was holey. “I brush my hair.” She said defensively-though she actually hadn’t. “And at least I can match my clothes.”

“Noooo,” Porcelain heard him whisper next to her. She glared at him-was he sulking over this rejection as well? Though, he didn’t look too sulky. Instead, he looked like he had realized something. D-mn. Did her blush give it away? Or was he just making an assumption… Whatever, she’d take care of him later. She turned the icy glare to the girl who was smiling sweetly. “Can you do your job instead of flirting with me?” She snapped at her. “For your information, I don’t swing that way. And if I did, you’d be far from my type.” Hopefully, this would get the girl off of her back-she didn’t need any of that, no matter how cute she was. The girl’s smile vanished, and she looked hurt. She looked to Tristan, as if noticing him for the first time. Her eyes widened-and she squeaked out an apology before continuing to scan and bag. Porcelain looked away glumly, trying not to think about what had just happened. The guy next to her growled, “Can I pay now? You know, like basically do your job?” Again, the girl was taken aback at the rudeness. Putting the last item away, she nodded quickly. “Yes, my apologies. Would you like to pay with gold or card?” “Or you can just keep flirting, I mean, whatever, right? Who cares about commission checks, am I right?” Porcelain looked up at him-why was he being so rude to her? It wasn’t like she was competition-unless in his eyes, she was. “I-I wasn’t…” The cashier looked away. “I’m sorry. It was foolish of me to assume you weren’t together.” She said meekly.

orp >> @skyler2 omg im sorry bruh but she aint lesbian okkk sjdkfkfk omg no its hard to tell and it will be harder now and omg ofc i will take a look! hope you enjoyed this post!

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[benitz786]

“Thank you, Ashton. I will keep that in mind for the future.”

So that’s how dear old professor Rob-A-Roonie was going to take it huh? Niceties? sigh Perhaps Ashton did have his work… slightly cut out for him. Though Ashton had to physically hide the shock filling his body with the man’s next sentiment about keeping the coffee that he had… ceaselessly taken off his desk. “You know, Roberto, I’m more of a tea guy myself,” Ashton stated; throwing the full cup of coffee in the trash right in front of the man. If the first… 15 indiscretions Ashton made - including but not limited to 1. not wearing his uniform, 2. slamming the door, 3. interrupting Ronaldo, 4. drinking his coffee - didn’t do it, he was hoping by the end of class; Ashton could at least get on the man’s nerves enough to frustrate the hell out of him. “You know Bobby… I could actually get you those beans from Aruba directly if you just…” Ashton started, indicating the bracelet on his wrist which was currently set to limit all power. Apparently, the dean thought it would be best to start him off with nothing and make him work his way up to teleporting on school grounds.

Though apparently; the day simply had just… so much fun set out for him as he sat down next to someone that was the epitome of one of those spoiled… slightly bratty kids he was talking about before. You know… the ones that made Ashton rip up his first invitation to this horrid school in the first place. Taking a seat; Ashton had leaned into his chair and propped his legs up on the desk; attempting to obtain maximum comfort… and maximum teacher annoyance. The boy next to him was easy to read. The way the man moved his glasses at the simple mention of them. This was going to be easy. So when he corrected Ashton about his name, Ash sent a loose grin in the man’s direction. “Whatever you say, Glasses” Ashton repeated; not even making an effort to introduce himself. After all; what was the point. This 1. wasn’t his class, and 2. he wouldn’t be here… in this school… for too much longer if he had anything to say about it.

A soft laugh met the man’s lips as the man went on… and on… and on about the school work. Honestly; Ash didn’t care. He was just asking to ask. So instead of fully listening, Ash closed his eyes and allowed his hands to prop his head as he spread his body. “Oh… was I late? I didn’t even notice,” Ashton mentioned though, he opened one eye as he looked over at the boy. “Want to know a secret. I’m not even in this class… so I guess that makes me very late for whatever class I actually have doesn’t it?” Ashton questioned the man. “Oh well. Let me guess, Old Bobby here put about 30 books on the syllabus? Not surprised. He does have an obsession with those things.” In retrospect, in an odd way (even if the man would never admit it), Ashton did respect Professor Bisson. Well, rather, he respected a love of books. Growing up himself; Ashton had to learn more than one thing by himself but books did… sometimes help pass the time. Perhaps that’s why he had shown up in the man’s realm in the first place. There was… a certain book he was looking for on dark magic. Selling some of the other ones he found was just some fun; but the book he stole… well that one, in particular, was one of the many magical artifacts he had collected. And one of the ones he found a way to sneak into the school in his one suitcase.

@Skyler2 - Glasses wiill PREVAIL as his name
@ethereal - I mean… which name should I say. Rob-a-touille