Өยг รtгคภﻮє єyєร (Accepting!)

[Killer_Robot]

--->Drew<---

Location: Dorm
Power: Regenerative Abilities
Mark:Somewhat Visable, on his whole back.
Health: He is fine
Wearing: This.

Drew pushed open the door to his dorm. He knew he was sharing it with some other kid his age. He set his stuff on the couch before he took a look around. Drew whistled and shook his head. "This dorm is better then my room back home." he muttered beneath his breath. He walked around for a moment, not quite sure what to do. Drew decided to set down on the couch. He finally remembered his roommates name, it was Dimitri. 'What a weird name, I wonder if he's from Germany or something.' he thought to himself.

|||Brent|||

Location: Cafetria
Power: Enhanced Senses
Mark: Visible, Near elbow
Wearing: This
Pet: Trent

Brent pushed open the door to his dorm and set his stuff by the door. His puppy Trent had arrived the day before, and Brent could hear his puppy paws running towards him. He grinned and turned around to face the Bull Terrier. "There's my puppy!" he said. He held the squirming puppy in his arms and made his way to the cafeteria. He winced in pain as Trent accidentally scratched him, leaving a tiny mark. There was no blodd, but to Brent it felt like Trent had broke skin. He sighed and walked into the cafeteria. He wanted to get Trent some food, but he wasn't sure if they would have dog food here.

[Mystic]

≈Chase Revlin°
Mood- Curious ~ Where- Office ~ Status- Single ~ With- Anabelle ~ Age- 17

Chase's extraordinary eyes roved over the small girl, sizing her up in one quick glance. She was averaged size for a girl of sixteen, with nicely tanned skin that looked as if it felt like velvet, and chocolate brown hair that fell in waves past her shoulders. Her eyes were a disturbingly bright green, though, somehow, they were starting to become dark, like wilting plants.
Chase didn't want to seem weird, but he had to duck his head to get a good look at her eyes. It was hard to explain, but he swore he could tendrils of vines or plants laced through the emerald green irises.
So, he wasn't the only one with weird eyes.
"You new here?" He asked nonchalantly, as if his face wasn't intruding on personal space.



≈Anabelle Fresco°
Mood- Cornered ~ Where- Office ~ Status- Single ~ With- Chase ~ Age- 16

Anabelle couldn't help but make a face at how close the guy was. She knew why, of course, but even after he stopped studying her eyes he wasn't backing off. She guessed she didn't mind, but it was hard to resist the urge to shove him away. The only thing stopping her from doing so was her own eyes studying him. He was tall, that was the thing she noticed. Maybe around 6,2 or something. He was also nicely built, with broad shoulders and a good posture. His hair was gold against the office lights that beamed down on them.
But his eyes.. a deep ebony with millions of stars dotted within them, really caught her attention. It was hard to look away from his steady gaze.
Shaking herself free of his eyes, she placed a hand on his chest and gave a light shove, telling him to back off.
"Actually, yes. Anabelle." She greeted, her eyes full of suspicion. He seemed like the kind of guy to get a kick out of making girls blush. And, as always, Anabelle's judgement was right. Though he tried nothing on her.

[Aye-Aye Eye]

[[How was your trip? O: I also have a teacher open if anyone wants~]]

‡ Beatrice Elizabeth Buckley ‡
Beatrice slid a cherry red fingernail under the styrofoam of the tray stack to pull two off, handing one to Elian while trying to mask another bubbling laugh. " If we ever get our food, then I will agree to that toast." Edge of the serving bar cleared, tray taken, food line moving a bit faster, a funny companion, all in all not a bad start to school. Bea's relaxed smile popped a bit in surprise at the loud rumble, only tempting her own stomach into disobedience as well. "No need to apologize, but how much more are planning to grow?" She turned to the line just after her smile died into a playful grin. Salad was not going to be enough today, "Do you have anywhere you normally sit here? You probably have someone waiting for you already though." There wasn't a trace of disappointment in her tone but her inner mind was nervous at the lack of any certainty as far as lunch companions. Of course, she could just pass it off as a will to eat outside for once.

[Helreith Brynhildar]

Finna walked through the cafeteria doors, accidentally slamming one, and immediately tripping over a nearby chair. She let out a loud expletive and stood up, trying to find the now-lost page number in the book she'd been carrying.

[Killer_Robot]

(( @Rio For President - Your teacher could show Brent around the cafeteria?))

[Rosalin_Thorn]

Location: Near the Western Tower,

Dimitri/Musica was walking with his sister Violet, who was helping him find his room since he was indeed horrible with directions. "Yea I do, so um sis....where exactly IS my room?" he asked looking down at Violet his soft hazel eyes meeting her bright pink ones. Violet blinked then looked down at the office note she had acquired earlier that had their information on it. "Um well your r-room is on the third floor, room 1 i believe...", she said with a soft voice, and then pointing in the direction of the Western Tower. Dimitri scratched the back of his head in embarrassment before letting out a slight chuckle. "Heh, thank you V" Dimitri gave Violet a small hug before taking his bags and running off to his dorm room.

[Killer_Robot]

--->Drew<---

Location: Dorm
Power: Regenerative Abilities
Mark:Somewhat Visable, on his whole back.
Health: He is fine
Wearing: This.

[size=85]Drew stood up and looked at his watch. He wanted to wait for his roommate before he went to explore the school grounds. He walked over to the dorm door and opened it. Drew looked around and thought he saw a guy about his age down the hall. He had to squint his eyes to see him.He sighed in defeat when he realized he had no idea what his roommate looked like.

[darling lady]

Finna walked through the cafeteria doors, accidentally slamming one, and immediately tripping over a nearby chair. She let out a loud expletive and stood up, trying to find the now-lost page number in the book she'd been carrying.

Um, Helreith, I dont wantto be rude, but could you please post more next time? That didn't meet the requirements of this RP. Thanks.

[Helreith Brynhildar]

Oh! I'm sorry, I just couldn't think of much to do. I'll try for more happenings next time I post, sorry!}}

[Aye-Aye Eye]

(( @Rio For President - Your teacher could show Brent around the cafeteria?))

[[Sure~Let me find Brent's last post and I'll slither in there somehow.]]
Stephen Urban Cynric
Mr. Cynric slipped passed a rather confused looking boy by sliding past him with his nose buried in his book. He moved his thumb to mark the page and turned a straight 90 degrees to face the new student, "Need help?" He pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose absent-mindedly. His eyes drifted down to his button-up shirt, spotted lightly on the pocket by powdered suger, and the prominent creases on his pants from sitting crossed-legged for an hour. He really needed to clean up for class the next day, too much junk food while researching for his lesson plans didn't leave a good impression.