B E A T R I C E . A N N E . J O N E S
female, seventeen, writer, love interest ___, tags; Arya && Klaus
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Beatrice handed the taxi driver his money after double checking she gave him the right amount. "Thank you" she shouts as she struggles out of the cab, lugging behind her a big black and white striped suitcase with her initials stamped on the front. "Wooooooooooooow" she drags out the word as she stares up in wonder at the tall building that she would call home for the next few years as she hones her skill. Its a lot bigger than I expected it be Bea thinks to herself as she blindly searches her black leather satchel for her iPhone. Once in her hand she unlocks it with her overly complicated password and searches for a name in particular. "Arya, Arya, Arya, no not Anna!" She grumbles till she lands on the name she was searching for. Bea's fingers whiz across the keypad till she is satisfied with her message. Arya! Guess who's here! Me! I am! Where r u at? I'll come find you! Pressing send she grabs ahold of her suitcase and continues to struggle towards the front doors so she can find which dorm room she is located in. After what felt like an hour walk up the stairs to the front entrance Bea gives a dramatic sigh and wipes the sweat from her brow, thankful for her sunglasses shielding her eyes from the suns glare. Her red converse make a dramatic statement against the gray of the concrete. One thing Beatrice always does is stand out amongst a crowd and is easy to spot. Not just because of her bright clothing choice like her sneakers or bright red lipstick, but her personality too. She has an 'idc' attitude that catches peoples attention yet this inviting smile that makes you want to start a conversation with her. You are always left feeling like you'll never be able to figure out just what is going through this girls mind.