username;;
FakeryTale
kalon name;;
Pipkin
kalon gender;;
Female
extra;;
Art;
Writing;
Last lecture of the day;
Pipkin's gaze was lazily locked on the clock, her eyelids fluttering heavily as she attempted multiple times to pull her gaze down to the lecturer, each time she would fail and her gaze would return to the clock like an instinct. It was 3:25pm on a Friday.
5 more minutes, and your free - at least use this time wisely!
She tried to tell herself, even though she was actively ignoring her mind's own command. Her notebook lay open, and the pen was still in the same place it had been in for the whole of her lecture - in her bag.
The room was warm and muggy with the presence of all the other students, and the room was filled with a orange-golden haze that poured through gaps in the trees outside and into the windows. Looking around the auditorium, she could see that a few others were in the exact same position as her, drowsily staring into space in a mind of their own, which made her feel less guilty. She had been up until 3 that morning just browsing on the internet carelessly - never a good idea when she had to turn up to her classes at 6:30am that same morning. The temptation finally overcame her, and her eyelids slowly closed shut, not quite falling asleep but rather into a dormant state where she remained sat up but at peace.
This is nice.. Just a few minutes, it wont do any harm.
She opened her eyes again. And something about the room felt empty - there was no atmosphere. The walls were tinted red from the sun outside, and there was no longer anyone in the room. She then realised that she had been slumped over the desk, and wiped away the drool that had bean to slide out the corner of her mouth. How long had she been there for? Pipkin's gaze flicked over to the clock and her breath latched in her throat. 5:30pm. She had been asleep for almost 2 hours - and she had her next shift at the coffee shop at 6:00pm. In a frenzy, she plucked up her belongings and almost fell out of her chair, scrambling towards the door and out of the main doors frantically.
[376/500 words]
Round 1 post;;
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Round 2 post;;
[url]xxx[/url]
Round 3 post;;
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Round 4 post;;
xxx
FakeryTale
kalon name;;
Pipkin
kalon gender;;
Female
extra;;
Art;
Writing;
Last lecture of the day;
Pipkin's gaze was lazily locked on the clock, her eyelids fluttering heavily as she attempted multiple times to pull her gaze down to the lecturer, each time she would fail and her gaze would return to the clock like an instinct. It was 3:25pm on a Friday.
5 more minutes, and your free - at least use this time wisely!
She tried to tell herself, even though she was actively ignoring her mind's own command. Her notebook lay open, and the pen was still in the same place it had been in for the whole of her lecture - in her bag.
The room was warm and muggy with the presence of all the other students, and the room was filled with a orange-golden haze that poured through gaps in the trees outside and into the windows. Looking around the auditorium, she could see that a few others were in the exact same position as her, drowsily staring into space in a mind of their own, which made her feel less guilty. She had been up until 3 that morning just browsing on the internet carelessly - never a good idea when she had to turn up to her classes at 6:30am that same morning. The temptation finally overcame her, and her eyelids slowly closed shut, not quite falling asleep but rather into a dormant state where she remained sat up but at peace.
This is nice.. Just a few minutes, it wont do any harm.
She opened her eyes again. And something about the room felt empty - there was no atmosphere. The walls were tinted red from the sun outside, and there was no longer anyone in the room. She then realised that she had been slumped over the desk, and wiped away the drool that had bean to slide out the corner of her mouth. How long had she been there for? Pipkin's gaze flicked over to the clock and her breath latched in her throat. 5:30pm. She had been asleep for almost 2 hours - and she had her next shift at the coffee shop at 6:00pm. In a frenzy, she plucked up her belongings and almost fell out of her chair, scrambling towards the door and out of the main doors frantically.
[376/500 words]
Round 1 post;;
xxx
Round 2 post;;
[url]xxx[/url]
Round 3 post;;
xxx
Round 4 post;;
xxx
