.:st ursula's school for the exceptional:. Can you escape?

[Hello.Kittay]

[ Anyone wanna RP with Echo or Eli? ]

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(Haley's open, posted her a couple posts back..)

Tristan stood firm when someone ran into him from behind and looked at the beautiful girl. He smiled warmly at her. "Hey, no harm done. I would be blaming myself if you got hurt from my duffle falling on you, it's full of my weights and things. Could seriously hurt someone." His eyes sparkled handsomely as he smiled. "I'm Tristan, by the way. My friends call me Tris. Who might you be?" His smile was soft and warm, eyes kind.

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{{OOC: Melody and Luca are with Rory for a soccer game/possibly guitar-off, so either of them could join in. Or Avery is just now headed outside, of course she did just run in to Tristan....I'm kind of tied up, but feel free to insert one of your characters anyways.}}

Avery paused mid step, finally looking up at the boy- Tristan. She studied him with her pale green eyes for a moment, and offered a small, hesitant smile. Walk away, Avery, walk away, she scolded herself. These kind of guys are exactly what got you in trouble in the past. "Hi," she replied softly, in her usual manner of voice. "Nice to meet you. I'm Avery." She crossed her right foot behind her left, twirling her pale pink hair with one finger. She felt a familiar feeling in her gut, but pushed the feeling aside. After all, no one said that this guy couldn't be different.

[Banter.]

Rory let out a long, quiet sigh. She looked over at Melody and raised her hand up to her mouth, chewing on her thumbnail. She didn't know what to do. "Um...I don't really have a preference either, but I'm wondering what Luca would do if we played guitar. I don't want to leave him out," She said mildly, "Before anything, though, I need to go grab my backpack. I'm dying of thirst here. I guess you guys can figure out what to do while I'm gone." She smiled at Luca and Melody.

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Tristan smiled at Avery and balanced his duffle bag across his shoulders as he offered her a small wave. "Nice to meet you Avery. Happen to know where any of the rooms are? Hopefully they're more interesting then this bland decor." He said, looking around the old building. His warm gaze once again fell upon Avery. "Not that it wouldn't be hard to personalize any room."

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"I will make up the lyrics, and be a sort of audience at the same time," Luca announced, wiggling his eyebrows again. He grinned, already crafting some ridiculous lines in his head. "They may not be top notch, but I'm pretty sure I can pair them with whatever you play." He turned to Rory with a flourish. "And I am truly pleased with your concern for my feeling of entertainment and lonesomeness." He grinned again, tossing his head to move his bangs from his face again, his eyes never once leaving hers.

Melody giggled, a high pitched, almost musical sort of laugh. She covered her mouth with her hand, shrugging. "Works for me," she said, turning her gaze over to Rory. "We'll hang out here until you're back; make sure the bench doesn't run away with the guitars. Plus, I've got to tune mine up anyways- it's been packed away for at least three weeks now."

Avery shrugged, turning around to head back inside with him despite all of her raging feelings inside. "The rooms aren't much better," she said slowly. "Think grandiose hotel meets white paint bucket and Picasso." She motioned to a hallway off to the right, "I think those are the guys rooms, and the girls rooms down the hallway across." She turned to point at the left hallway. "If you haven't gotten your schedule or room number, which I'm guessing you haven't, the main office is there. But beware, the secretary is a dragon lady."

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Tristan laighed a soft, handsome laugh at her words. "Dragon lady? What is that supposed to mean? Firey temperment of a dragon perhaps or has one as a pet?'' he teased playfully, staying at Avery's side as they walked.

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Avery laughed, a small, soft laugh. "Definately attitude wise, though I wouldn't be surprised if she also had a pet dragon from whom she inherits her angry personality." She dropped her hand, suddenly aware of her constantly twisting her hair. She allowed her smile to grow a bit, huffing to move her pale pink bangs from her face.

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Tristan smiled at her, looking into her eyes. "You have beautiful eyes, why do you hide them under those bangs?" He said, rather softly, as he set his 3 bags down on the floor. "I'll be back in a moment, let me just get my room number. Watch my things for me?" He smiled and walked into the office without waiting for a reply, right up to the lady. "Tristan Boone, can i have my scedule and room number now?"

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Avery was startled into silence by his words. She chewed on her lip as he walked away, leaning heavily against the wall. No one had ever told her that anything about her was beautiful- even the numerous guys she had been with over the years. She had lived most of her life without a mother, or with a witch of a stepmother who kept emphasizing everything that was wrong about her. A raging ocean of emotions swirled around inside of her, like the sea in the middle of a hurricane. She kept chewing her lip until she tasted blood, and only then did she stop, her thoughts absently directed to the fading red scars hidden by her dark blue hoodie. She averted her gaze to look over at the main office, where Tristan had disappeared inside.