gαкυεη нεтαℓια {Closed!}

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Luna

Wow. You really are stupid." He ran a hand through his hair before once more locking his eyes on her. "Wot on earth have I done to make you think that? I don't think your a freak. I think Francis is a freak. I think Ivan is a freak. Plus why on earth would I care about your love of music? I think it's great to have a interest. I mean, as long as you don't get annoying about it like Alfred does." He took in a deep breath, wishing he was better at comforting people. "I will always love you, got that?"

[yatty]

( Austria's kinda open now Uprise ^w^ )
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Roderich Edelstein [ Austria ]
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The brunette let the siblings settle their emotional argument, finding that it would be best for them both. Violet eyes followed the blonde brit as he stormed down the hallways, cracking open an old dusty closet that was probably filled with cleaning agents. The Austrian decided that he wanted the siblings to be on good terms, only because he heard strangled sobs echo down the empty halls. They both must be distressed over the fact, and he also believed that Arthur should be there for his sister, Jasmine as he said. Inhaling a breath, the musician decided it would only be polite to wait for them, so he sat on top of one of his luggage packs, brooding on what to do next, hopeful that the brother and sister would come to terms.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American smiled widely, shutting the door after his classmate had received her book back. He resumed to putting unwashed tees, sweatpants, hoodies, and bright-colored shorts into his part of the clothing bins. He held up a pair of ripped jeans, shrugging as he tossed it into the laundry basket. "Score!" He fist pumped, seeing as he had successfully thrown it into the container. The dirty wild haired teen turned back to his roommates innocent smile, looking down to see he had already put away all what was worth of his coats into the drawer. And along with a collection of assorted scarfs. Alfred glanced back to Ivan. You could never tell what the Russian was thinking, or planning for that manner, except past that happy clever smile. "Sure! Sounds good, I wonder what clubs they have," Jones' said enthusiastically, pulling up his dark brown shearling bomber jacket and dusting off the starry pin. Alfred's clear eyes caught sight of the wrapped bandages over Ivan's neck, red stitched marks covering one side. A look of surprise and tension flashed in his eyes. Was this why Ivan always wore scarves? Dismissing the question worriedly, Alfred knew it was better not to discuss this with Ivan, knowing how scary he could get in certain situations. Alfred flashed a thumbs up, tying his sneakers as he did. "Ready to go?"

[Zoe-Underland]

Zoe let out a soft sigh, "ok. So there is black magic club, cooking club, the newspaper club, gardening" she mumbled. She she patted princes head as said dragon let it a soft purr. Nuzzling ito her hand.

[~ mew ~]

((I've got Luna and Prussia open for anyone ^^ ))

Luna shrugged and used her free hand to wave bye, while the other was occupied by her milk cup. She smiled as well, before grabbing the cookie in her mouth and taking a bite of it. The girl finished to cookie and downed the milk in the cup before setting it down and wiping her mouth on a napkin. Wondering what to do now that she had met her roommate, she decided to go check out the clubs. After a note had been scribbled hastily and sloppily on a piece of paper- merely stating "Checking out the clubs. Be back later,"- she grabbed a satchel packed with some paper and other things she usually kept with her and left, locking the door behind her.

[EllaAniMine]

((What's Prussia doing? I could have Ella bump into him... Chat him up... Reminisce...))

[bluebearr]

Lancashire walked besides her brother, feeling slightly embaressed, as her height made her look like a 13 year-old compared to him. They hadn't said a word to eachother since arriving at the school, and still remained silent. She rolled up the sleeves of her white long-sleeved shirt, and flicked her hair to the side. Her oddly coloured gaze shifted around the room and studied posters on the walls, and the occasional person walking past. Her black shoes softly scuffed against the carpet as she shrugged her satchel to a more comfortable position on her shoulder. "What do you think we should do now?" she asked Yorkshire, decided to speak to her acquainted sibling.

Yorkshire sighed and stuffed one hand in his pocket, whilst fixing his hair with the other. As he ran a hand through his hair, the blonde locks simply sprang backup and stood on end like a cockatoo's crest. He craned his neck and walked in a hunched position, which looked uncomfortable, but York didn't seem to mind as he treked along besides Lancashire. The dorm keys rattled against the few pence that remained in his pocket as he walked, creating an uneven jingle everytime his right foot struck the floor. Hearing Lancashire's mumbled voice, his attention was drawn to her, and pulled his line of sight to focus slightly more in her direction. "I dunno." he bluntly replied, with little emotion in his voice, "Wha'ever you wanna do. Go 'n 'ave a gander at some clubs, just faff about, I dun' care." he shrugged, the T's in his sentence appearing to be non-existent, which drove Lancashire up the wall.

[SorrelleFinley]

"But I'm worse than Alfred..." Harper knotted her fingers together, "And I'm so different from anyone else in our family... I dye my hair so it's colourful, for starters. And no one else in our family can really sing--believe me, I've heard all of you... And I'm just... One of the weird kids." She shrugged, "That's all. I'm weird and you're all normal." Quickly burying her face in her arm, she sneezed, "We really should leave though... Before we both suffocate from all this dust."

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Luna

"Oh please, know body is worse than him." He reassured, resting what he hoped to be a comforting hand on her back. "All of the Kirklands are different. Take Jack, the stupid Australian, for example." His way of comforting seemed to be insulting anyone but the person at hand. "Yea, we should. It is stuffy in here. And Roderich is probably waiting. You know, I couldn't help but notice that you were checking him out." He teased as he stood, offering a hand to help her up.

[Zoe-Underland]

Gender: Female
Age: 16
Crush: Ivan

Zoe nodded "yea, i think the black Magic club, is more well suited for my tastes" she said softly, she rubbed prince under the chin as she turned around. "Now... comes to my main question, i should really ask around. Because i have got no clue where this club is being held" she said softly. Rubbing the back of her head, "nor do i know where anything is actually" she mumbled. She shifted her bag up closer onto her back and headed off down a hallway.

[SorrelleFinley]

"Jack's cool on occasion... And I was not!" Harper swatted his arm, "All I noticed was that he has to be a musician--piano or violin, probably..." She pouted, "And... Maybe his eyes?" She shrugged, "So what if I was!? It's allowed."