Iclyn smiled as the red haired girl introduced herself as Aithne. “It’s nice to meet you too Aithne! And really?! The name rings a bell, so I think you’re right. I hope we can be good friends!” Iclyn said with a wide smile as Aithne held out her hand. Hand shakes weren’t really Iclyn’s thing, so in her typical fashion, she bypassed the girls hand and went straight for a quick hug. “Sorry… I don’t really shake hands, I prefer warm hugs.” Iclyn said as she pulled away to look at her roommate and possible future best friend. “Woah, a Will O’ Wisp? That sounds cool. My dad’s Olaf. He’s a snowman.” Iclyn added, in case Aithne didn’t know who Olaf was.
Aithne smiled when Iclyn said they were indeed roommates. “I hope we can be friends too.” She was startled when Iclyn bypassed her hand, giving her a hug. Aithne simply went with it, hugging her back. She smiled when Iclyn said she liked hugs. When Iclyn said her dad was a snowman, she gulped. “Do you know what a Wisp is?” She asked awkwardly, standing up and stepping back. She then lit her finger on fire, making sure she was a safe distance away. “I promise I’ll be careful around you, ok? Please don’t be afraid…” Aithne said softly.
@Littlefeets - Iclyn
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Daiyu nodded in agreement as Katsu said that they better get going since they were already late to class. Punctuality was important to Daiyu, yet somehow, it always seemed like something got in the way, though, most often that something was Zhenzhen. Though, then Katsu asked if Daiyu knew where the class was. “Yes, we better get there, and yes, I know just where we’re going. Right this way.” She had made certain she knew where each of her classes were ahead of time luckily, so it was simple to make sure her and Katsu got to the right class. “Alright, here we are. Late, but we’re here.”
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“Yes! We definitely should visit each other over a break, see what its like where everyone’s from.” Parvati frowned slightly at Freya’s admission of not having the same class, but as Nyana said, they could still walk to their classes together, clear by Nyana’s liking of her arms with theirs. “If that sounds good to you Freya, I’d like meeting up with both of you over lunch.” Parvati was honestly glad that her roommate was so nice, and willing to help her out with the learning curve that was getting around the school, and she was also glad to have met Freya as well. From what it seemed, it looked like the trio would all be able to be good friends.
@Meekepeek - Nyana
@Acorn06 - Freya
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The next thing to pass out were the posters. “Could I have someone pass these out please?” She asked, facing the students. She waited for someone to raise their hand, then nodded, to signal for them to approach her. She handed them the posters, and smiled. “Thank you.” She then put her hands in her lap, smiling serenely. “As you can see, in a few weeks, we will be throwing our annual back-to-school formal.” She began to speak as the flyers were still being passed out. “I know that those of you who attended last year had a lot of fun. I can assure you, this year will be even more so.” When everyone had a flyer on their desk, she asked, “Does anyone have any questions involving the dance?”
orp - @FTDFam [anyone who is in the literature classroom. whoever calls dibs first can be the one to pass them out! ^-^ ]
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“Now. Let’s discuss our upcoming formal.” Robert grinned as he pulled out a stack of freshly-printed papers from his desk. “The date is Friday, September Twenty-Second. It will start at seven PM, and end at midnight. Though you are welcome to arrive and leave at any time.” He began, removing a single paper from the pile and reading from it. “Since it is a back-to-school celebration, you are asked to show school spirit by wearing our school colors. Burgundy, white, or gold.” Setting down the paper, he smiled at the class in a secretive way. “Though, as long as you paw over your gold coins, you can really wear whatever you want.” After giving them a wink, he walked up the stairs, setting a stack of posters on the desk of every aisle seat. “Please pass these to your left.” He instructed. “Actually, some of you might know 3arl from last year. They’re going to be running the trivia contest with me.”
orp - @FTDFam [anyone who is in the advanced literature classroom]
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She took out the stack of papers she had been given earlier-they were posters for the upcoming back to school formal. She did not feel like talking about them-the students would get all riled up. They were already acting a bit too bratty for her taste-one crying, several late, plenty not even trying with the uniform. She felt they did not deserve this. Though last year’s dance had gone smoothly, the students had left the floor a mess-littered with cups, napkins, food, and plates. But…she really had no choice. “In a few weeks, we will be throwing our annual back-to-school formal. It starts at seven P.M. and ends at midnight.” Using her telepathy to guide a poster into each student’s hands, she continued to speak. “Tickets are thirty-five gold pieces each. If you go as a couple with another student, tickets are sixty gold pieces together. You are to wear white, maroon, or gold to showcase your support for our school.” She didn’t mention this was optional-the dance floor would look best with three main colors. She looked right at the two students she had just argued with. “If you get too many detentions, you might not be allowed to go.” After all of the posters were passed out, she cleared her throat. “I do not want to talk too much about this, we are wasting time. But does anyone have any questions?”
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3arl was excited to deliver the next bit to the students-he hoped this would bring about a very positive reaction. It was the back-to-school formal. 3arl had helped with it last year, though he hadn’t been given much to do. “Students, I have an announcement.” He waved the paper in the air slightly. “We are having our first dance this semester-a Back-to-School Formal. It will take place on September Twenty-Second from Seven P.M. to Midnight.” 3arl relayed all of the information as quickly as possible, though being a robot, his words did not slur together. “You are told to wear maroon, gold, and white, though after my experiences from last year, I think you students could ‘get away with’ anything.” He said ‘get away with’ in a slightly higher pitch, as if sharing a secret. After he listed off the rest of the information on the poster, his lips turned upwards and he smiled at the class. “Who would like a poster? I bet you guys are very ecstatic.”
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Being this close to her, Ervic could feel that Coco’s heartbeat matched his own racing one. An ease fell upon him knowing that he was not alone in this feeling, but also fear, for the first time in his life. A fear of the unknown, which made him even more uncomfortable in this feeling.
“Well… I have to say it’s hard to stay cool when we’re always so close together…it’s like science or something,” she said. "I would say I’m pretty experienced in some ways.”
Evric wasn’t knowledgeable in any sciences or any of the other subjects of Earth, so he’d have to take her word on that. At least that meant that she had given him some kind of explanation. Though he nodded when she said she was much more experienced in some ways. “You are.”
A warm, soft hand touched his face, holding it where she wanted it. "Definitely not this,” Coco purred before placing her lips on his. Ervic kissed her back and it felt like he was weilding fire, his power. Except, that power wasn’t in his hand, it burned in his mouth as they met, like a full-strength massage. She pulled away and as his eyes flickered open, she purred, "Bet this isn’t what you’d expect.”
Ervic shook his head, inhaling the fresh air a few times. “No, none of this is, nor did I want it.” Being so close, his nostrils filled with her sweetness. Then he added in the same hushed tone but deeper, “I am to blame. If I hadn’t come over to taunt you yesterday, noe of this would have happened.” Ervic was, much to most people’s surprise, one to think about ‘what ifs’ a lot. The main being what if he hadn’t just watched his mother day and had come out of hiding to help stand against her murderers.
@Chocolate_Mama - Coco
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~~~ Hallway (moving) | Jakob
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The railing was narrow, visibly solid from the numerous rods that linked it back to the floor, but that didn’t stop César from looking absolutely distrustful. And Jakob’s charming smile, though compelling, did not reassure him at all. Nor did the equally charming words. He tightened his grip on the other student’s waist; at least, any bypasser would have been able to tell he didn’t mind that one bit.
Only the moment César opened his mouth to deliver a proper, once-in-a-lifetime compliment, Jakob slid forward. Well, slid was an understatement: he bolted forward, scaling nearly the entire ramp in a magnificent quarter of a second. Time all but stopped César as he felt his only form of safety escape from his fingers, and he tilted to the side -luckily grasping the railing before he could tumble down onto the stairs.
“You’re a horrible, maniacal, sadistic, reckless, careless, petulant little child,” César delivered, replacing absolutely all of his intended words. He could tell from his reflection in the polished ornaments of the wall that he didn’t look nearly as composed as usual, but rather pale and clammy. How was he supposed to think happy thoughts now? Besides, it didn’t help that Jakob had just mentioned his father. The image of the Erlking’s cold expression, seemingly carved in the bark of his skin, surfaced in César’s mind. He sank further into the ramp.
“Indirectly,” he stated, as if expecting Jakob to immediately understand the question he was answering. “I have money from Marc’s doings, money which he gained from all the awful things the Erlking makes him do.”
César lifted his chin, realising how the sentence sounded: like it wasn’t Marc fault. Which was completely wrong. Letting out a contemptuous ‘humpf’, he cast the thoughts away with a derisive laugh. “Well, don’t just stand there,” he pestered, haughty and unruffled. “Happy thoughts aren’t going to come on their own after bringing up that horrible being I have as a father. Since you’re responsible for that question, you should at least come down and help me.” César gracefully extended his hand, allowing his features to relax ever-so-slightly at the sight of Jakob’s goofy grin. “Well? Come on.”
@ethereal - Jakob
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~~ outside, Ervic
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For once she couldn’t take her eyes off someone. This feeling of whatever she felt was new and weird to her, but maybe installing some confidence can help out. “You are.” When he agreed that she was experienced enough she couldn’t help but smirk slightly. So that must mean he never has been with someone as close as her,good. She’d personally bake and feed whoever tried to be this close to him. Maybe she was slightly jealous. Hearing his voice after kissing him was all types of a jolt to her heart. Yeah baking and killing other people was fun but being in his arms was another story. “No, none of this is, nor did I want it.” She frowned slightly at his response.”Trust me the last thing I wanted to do was have a princess lifestyle, and run around feeling these feelings.” For once she felt…remorse? Maybe caring, maybe this is what it’s like to really have a crush? Either way she didn’t want him feeling bad. “I am to blame. If I hadn’t come over to taunt you yesterday, noe of this would have happened.” She smirked at him as she placed her hand back on his chest.”Ervic you act like you’re trying to make me a better person, and that’s not true it’s just I enjoy your company. I know we both had other plans, but that doesn’t mean we can’t accomplish it.” For once she had to admit the heat coming from him was making her feel comfortable. She can’t even have the heat on in her own dorm for fear of overheating.”We are playing a reckless game, but if you really regret…this? We can cool off?” She never thought of putting someones needs before her it was weird and new but for him she’ll let it slide this once. People come and go in her life anyways. She tried to keep her voice calm and steady.
orp ~ @CrazyCaliope
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Elliot Little — Cafeteria
Elliot dashed around the corner, coming into a large room, of course being the cafeteria. He’d been trying to see every inch of the school that was allowed before the end of the day. He scanned the large area seeing the normal, people eating, laughing, talking or… watching people eat intensely? He walked over to someone -he couldn’t quite get a great view due to all the people- and found himself staring.
“Oh my gosh, sorry for staring. Umm, my name is Elliot, but my dad and sister call me Ell if you want.” Elliot paused for a second.
“Oh also sorry if I come off as scary cuz of how tall I am, most people do, my dad, who is like, super tall, tells me it’s nothing to be worried about. My sister always says ‘You’ll be mistaken as a tree if you keep growing’ .” Elliot looked down at his hands, “I knew I was forgetting something” Elliot said grabbing his collar, “I seem to be wearing the wrong shirt, this isn’t my uniform shirt if you were wondering. Oh also I forgot… sometimes I become a blabber mouth,” Elliot let a flash of embarrassment cross his face. Looking up he opened his mouth again.
“Hey you have pretty cool hair, sorry super random, umm, maybe do you want to eat with me? I could pay if you wanted, my dad gave me some money before I came. He said something like ‘I’m sure you’ll need it. And if for some reason you don’t, have some fun with your friends.’ hey that gets me thinking, do you wanna be friends? No pressure if you don’t, I don’t have any.” Elliot waited a good three seconds before adding, “Did I ever get your name? I’m Elliot if I forgot to add, oh wait, I think I did tell you that.” Elliot said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“So, how 'bout it?”
@Acorn06 ~ Onyx
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Katsu followed Daiyu to the calls received that she knew where they were going. Being on time was important to Katsu bit they simply hadn’t had time when they came in last night to find their classes in advance. Though knowing it was the first day they assumed teachers would be lenient on students being a little late. “Thank you for helping me find class.” Katsu remarked as they looked for a seat in the class and quietly set down trying to jump right into what was happening in class.
@Littlefeets we can continue if you want or not just let me know.
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COLM MCCANN
“You’ll be grand, I’ll lend a hand if you need one, sure.” Colm said, shrugging. He was in normal Lit, but there was no harm in a little extra, especially if he was gonna be bored witless all night, every night.
“I might have to take you up on that offer. I mean I am up pretty often and yeah your right they can be pretty boring when everyone else is asleep Im used to being alone though that might just change.”
“It’s up to you, of course. Personally, I’m gonna miss being up to all hours in a pub; so any company will be better than none.” Colm began playing with Brook’s hair absentmindedly. It was very different to his own, slightly shorter and straight, compared to his curls.
@bpalmer - Brooks - I would have them say more, but I can’t think of much rn 
ONYX - Cafeteria
Onyx scanned the room intently. The weird guy had gotten up an left as soon as Onyx refused to, which they could feel relief running through their veins at. Despite not wanting to back down, Onyx didn’t want to get in a fight with anyone either. There were far too many people here. Any one of them could be a thief, potential attacker or worse. Onyx and to be on their guard and ready for anything at all times. they couldn’t allow themselves to be distracted… but it smells so good.
The smell of food, from breakfast cereal to toast to cooked meat and chips, all of it was washing over Onyx continuously. They watched with avid wonder despite themselves, only just keeping an eye out in case they were attacked. It was a habit that not even food could break. It was for this reason that Onyx noticed a giant of a man staring at them intently.
In a moment, Onyx was tense and wary, the entirety of their gaze and attention switching to this latest incomer. He didn’t have the aura of someone who wanted to attack them, but Onyx had too much experience to trust even the most innocent of creatures.
“Oh my gosh, sorry for staring. Umm, my name is Elliot, but my dad and sister call me Ell if you want.”
Ok, so he was a talker. Onyx filed the information away for later use, retaining their flat stare at the Elliot person, wondering when they were going to attack. His feet were placed in a weak, open position - one for idle conversation, rather than attack. Onyx took a small comfort in that, not allowing themselves to relax too much. They couldn’t trust anyone here.
“Oh also sorry if I come off as scary cuz of how tall I am, most people do, my dad, who is like, super tall, tells me it’s nothing to be worried about. My sister always says ‘You’ll be mistaken as a tree if you keep growing’ .”
That’s an understatement. Onyx felt like some kind of dwarf next to the guy. Being all of 4ft 10", Onyx barely managed to pass from ‘tiny’ into the realms of ‘small’. It was malnourishment’s fault, of course, but it was in moments like these, Onyx wished they had been gifted with Seamus’ height, rather than that of a child. Elliot continued on to describe how he wasn’t wearing uniform, something Onyx could clearly see, and that he was a bit of a blabbermouth. At both of these things, Onyx rolled their eyes, their wary expression falling into a frown.
“Hey you have pretty cool hair, sorry super random, umm, maybe do you want to eat with me? I could pay if you wanted, my dad gave me some money before I came. He said something like ‘I’m sure you’ll need it. And if for some reason you don’t, have some fun with your friends.’ hey that gets me thinking, do you wanna be friends? No pressure if you don’t, I don’t have any.”
Onyx was stumped at this. Majority of the people who had wanted to ‘eat’ with them in the past had most certainly wanted something very different, but they weren’t on the streets anymore. This was a school, and this Elliot guy was far too ‘nice’ looking to be any harm. He wanted a friend for gods’ sake. No sly person asks that. Unless he’s trying to fool them into letting their guard down and then being trapped. Onyx was hungry though. Maybe it’d be better to use Elliot to get food - keeping him at arm’s length, of course, and figure out how to survive in this wretched place. Standing, Onyx considered their words carefully, their feet automatically shifting into a position that allowed them to dart out of the way, should Elliot make an attack.
“My name is… Onyx,” They said, deciding it would be better to go with the truth here. “And sure, whatever. I’ll eat with you, but only if you’re paying. I have no money.” Onyx stated each fact simply. Unlike Elliot, they were not a talker. You really need to be nicer if you want him to help you. Onyx considered for a moment. With people like Elliot, they had learned it was better to get them rambling on about something or other, otherwise they would continue asking questions until they ran your head off.
“Are you new to the school?” Onyx asked at last, hoping that he wasn’t. They flicked some hair out of their eyes, straightening slightly, before spinning and walking towards the canteen ladies, glancing behind to make sure Elliot followed.
@eunoia - Elliot
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”It’s complicated, I can’t explain people’s intentions to you. It’s like trying to explain the human race in a sentence, it’s not that easy,” Kieran shrugged with the answer he gave. Danko, however, was still feeling at a loss for words, simply nodding to the comment. So Kieran continued on with answering Danko’s question about how he acted so daring and experienced. "I just do. For starters, I don’t care what other people think of me, I take care of myself and do what I want and not what I’m expected. If you don’t listen to other people who try to make you insecure, you have nothing to be insecure about.”
Danko did care what people think of him, expecially what one person thought of him, and he wasn’t sure that he could change that. Then Danko’s eyes shot up at a certain word used, staring directly at Kieran, with almost an anger behind them. It wasn’t the word being used, as it had been used before, in this conversation nonetheless. It was how it was being used. The word was insecure and the way it was used was as if it was being directed at Danko, saying he was. Though he was, it only reminded him of all the times Quillian had used it as an insult or threat when he thought he appeared weak.
“I’m not,” Danko snapped in a louder, sulky whisper. “I’m not insecure, I’ll have you know, I’m not.”
"Think about it,” Kieran told him. "Who are you? What are your dreams? Passions? What are things you’ve always wanted to do but never have? If you got a wish, anything you could possibly wish for, what would it be?”
A few seconds slipped by. “I don’t know, I don’t have any,” Danko sulked, yanking his head back to face the front of class. “I just want to get through school.”
@CerealKiller - Kieran
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He placed one hand on his hip and checked his wrist on his other. Is it time to leave yet?, he thought to himself. Nope. I’m being annoyed. He threw his head back in annoyance when the oddly robotic-looking teacher looked at Nikki and said, “That is a very interesting contraption. Though I do not know if you are allowed to use it in the hallways.”
“Why?”, Nikko retorted. “Don’t you think I got permission to do so? 'Course I did, the Grimm guy said it was fine if I did. Don’t you worry about me.”
A tubby girl entered behind him, who Nikko didn’t bother paying any attention to. She didn’t reply out loud to the teacher, simply smiled before finding her seat.
Niko gave the teacher a wink. “If you want one,” he was talking about his broom. “You can find one in any good storage cupboard in the school, I’m sure.”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - For Serena, was it? - The first post was here.
@ethereal - Mentions Adv. Maths teacher
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“Oh, are you in the wrong class?”, the boy asked. “Yeah…it really can. Are you ok?”
Gregorio shook his head. “No, I’m not in the wrong class, I don’t think I am.” He opened up his right hand to read his palm, where he’d written his first four classes. “Advanced Literature, Mathematics, Chemythstry, Villain History & Skills,” Gregorio read aloud. “I’m- I’m okay, I’m just not looking ofrward to this year of school.”
@Ouijaloveletters - Ji-Woo
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Cafeteria
Elliot watched for a second, soaking in his victory. He’d never really met, or talked to anyone for that matter, to the people outside of Sherwood Forest.
“Onyx,” Elliot whispered to himself before catching up with the new peer.
“This is my first year, but I’ve been reading up on it and been trying to explore the school head-to-toe. I If you wanted you could join me.”
Elliot walked around a group of students, carefully finding his way back.
“Sometimes it’s nice to be tall. I could spot you very easily. But then again, everyone else can see see me. But I’m not quite as tall as my dad, I’m only 5’11 and he’s 6’3.” Elliot waited a second, thinking it seemed.
“If we go around those students we might make it before the group ahead of us” Elliot walked that way before he even had time to process.
“Get whatever you’d like. Say, what’s are your favorite food? I suppose mine would be some kind of venison, we have that a lot where I live.” Elliot sighed, “we hunt a lot in Sherwood Forest, well, I don’t. Yeah.” Elliot fumbled with his hands, then shoved them in his pocked. “You should order, I lost my appetite a little. But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to get something to drink.” Elliot said, turning his face from Onyx.
@Acorn06 ~ Onyx
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✦ literature, rory ✦
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Their hands seemed to fit together perfectly-or maybe it was just Kellan’s imagination-which was running wild. He was getting excited now, almost getting lost in daydreams and thoughts about Rory. Still, Rory’s smile kept him on the ground, he wanted to stay in this moment. As Rory thought of what to write, Kellan reluctantly tore his eyes off of him to look at Ms. Lim. He didn’t want to show that he was not paying attention at all, though it was pretty obvious. When Rory finished writing, he turned his attention back to the paper, smiling eagerly. His eyes widened and he looked up at Rory with a mixture of surprise and doubt. ‘let’s call it a date’, Rory had written. Kellan knew that was a saying, but there was also the possibility it was… well, a different kind of date. Sounds good with me! :) He replied, adding a little smiley face. Could I maybe just meet you at your dorm? I want a bit of time to change and stuff! Kellan asked, hoping Rory wouldn’t mind. But if this was going to be a date, he wasn’t going to wear his uniform.
orp ✦ @bpalmer ^-^ it’s a date~
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She was still fidgeting with her and practising with her middle finger, when Lorelai told her, “Hey, daddy’s not here. You don’t have to pretend you don’t know or anything.”
Peckerhead stopped, looking at Lorelai with a look of honest confusion, her hand frozen mid-flip. “What? Why would he care about me asking what it means? He loves when I ask questions. I don’t get it. Should I not know what it means?”
“No. Have you never been flipped off before? Or at least seen someone get flipped off?”, Lorelai asked, clasping her hand to her mouth and laughing.
Shaking her head, Peckerhead replied, “I haven’t. Is that what it’s called?” She swivelled in her seat so that she was now flipping Lorelai off. “I thought it was just a middle finger, does it have a different name where you’re from? Does it mean something special?”
@ethereal - Lorelai
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