🄼🄴🄻🄰🄽🄸🄴 🅈🄰🄽🄶-🄷🄸🄻🄻 - Craftsman
At home
”Melanie, I swear to god if you don’t get up right this instant I’m going to-”
”Going to do what?”
Melanie opened her bedroom door just hastily enough to give her step-mother Deborah a slight nudge that forced her to take a couple of steps back. Melanie preferred it that way. She had a habit of getting up in Melanie’s face way too often. Today obviously wasn’t an exception. Deborah and Melanie’s dad Harry had gone on and on about how very important it was that Wendy got to her first day of school in time. Melanie had nodded and promised to get her there in time. She had promised at 2 PM, when she came home from hanging out with Kira and Isolde, she had promised again at 5 PM, when they were having dinner, she had promised at 8 PM, when Deborah came in when she was watching Netflix, and she had promised at 11 PM, when she was brushing her teeth. Harry and I need to get to work early, she had said all those times, not everyone can lay around in their PJs and lock themselves in their rooms like you. Melanie had stopped trying to respond to her insults many years ago. It just wasn’t worth the chaos that usually erupted afterwards.
”Oh …”
Melanie seemed to have caught Deborah off guard. She seemed to completely lose her footing.
”Uh, well, good! I have to hurry off to work now. Remember that she has to-”
”That she has to be there at exactly 8 AM? Yes, I remember”
Melanie tried her best to smile genuinely, to not appear threatening. Anything avoid her dad’s usual if you were only nicer to Deborah, we would be a happy family, you scare her-spiel. It seemed to have a lukewarm effect on Deborah. She nodded, suddenly looking at her feet, instead of looking at Melanie. She cleared her throat.
”Wendy? Mommy is leaving now! Have a good first day of school!”
Melanie’s tiny half-sister emerged from her bedroom, dressed in a purple dress with her blonde hair put up in two lopsided pigtails. She gave her mother a hug and a peck on the cheek before placing her hand near Melanie’s, eager for her to hold it. Melanie did, but mostly to annoy Deborah, who pressed her lips together in an unimpressed expression before running out the front door.
”Well, I guess we better get moving if we’re gonna make it in time” Melanie muttered, quickly letting go of Wendy’s hand.
OOC: Mentioned: @Yomama, @idiot.exe
🄹🄰🄲🄾🄱 🄼🄰🅁🅂🅄🄳🄸- Forager
At school
Jacob was one of the first people who showed up to Glimmerbrook High. His mom and grandmother had wanted to drive him there, to make sure he was really on time. Which wasn’t really needed, since Jacob was always on time, no matter the circumstance. He didn’t even miss a second of his classes the time he broke his foot on the way to school in sixth grade. Strangely, he had actually liked that day. People had stopped him to ask what had happened, and had wanted to sign his cast. It had felt a bit weird to be getting all of that attention, and it wasn’t necessarily something he wanted to become a part of his everyday life. It had just been nice to see what school was like for the more extroverted kids. The ones who had to drag two tables together at lunch, so their whole clique could sit together.
He put his feet up on the bench he was sitting on, so he could rest his head on his knees. There weren’t many students here yet. Only teachers whose quick steps on the concrete could be heard from miles away. Especially the female teachers who for some reason felt obligated to wear heels everyday. Jacob had never understood that mindset. He always chose comfort over style. He had never worn a pair of heels, but his mom and grandmother whined about how uncomfortable they were whenever they wore them. He wondered who the teachers were trying to impress. People could be so shallow sometimes.
OOC: Approachable!
🄰🄻🄴🅂🅂🄰🄽🄳🅁🄾 🄵🄴🄽🄳🄴🅁🅂🄾🄽- Protector
On the way to school
Alessandro woke up to the sound of Starboy by The Weeknd - the song he always had as his alarm. He felt it put him in the right mindset. It was, however, unusual that his alarm wasn’t met by at least nine voices yelling at him to turn it off. His parents and siblings had left yesterday to go to his aunt Sylvia’s wedding. Alessandro han’t really seen the point in going with them. It was Sylvias fifth marriage and she was getting married on a Monday. It sounded like a recipe for both boredom and disaster, somehow. His parents had agreed with him, and let him stay behind to watch the house while they were gone. Little did they know, he was planning to throw a party either tonight or tomorrow night and then just call in sick to school the day after. He was sure it was going to be awesome. His parties generally always were. To set the mood for the next couple of days, Alessandro turned up the volume on his phone as far as it could go, and started going through his closet to find something to wear. It was the first day of school, after all, and he wanted to look his best, just in case there were any new hot freshmen around. He was getting tired of the girls in town. He had gone through them all, whether it was just in his head or in reality. They were old news at this point. Alessandro was not the type to go in for seconds. Not unless the girl was really something special. But no one really was.
After getting dressed, eating quick breakfast and working his way through about ten different hairstyles before deciding on his signature look, he was on his way - with The Weeknd still blaring in his headphones. This was going to be a good year, he could feel it.
OOC: Approachable!