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[karkadorr]

{- - -D e l l a v a g u e
" Try not to be deceived by my eyes. "

♬ ♪ ѕιηgℓє | ρℓєαѕє∂| яι∂ιηg ѕнα∂σωℓєѕѕ | ιη∂σσя αяєηα ♪ ♬

- - - → The indoor arena was quiet except for the soft pound of hoofbeats on the sand. If someone looked through one of the windows or opened the doors to the arena, they would've seen a charcoal black gelding trotting rhythmically, his neck round; his hindquarters engaged and supple. The rider atop the horse would have been observed to have flowing brown hair that bounced with every stride the horse took and the rider posted. She was wearing maroon breeches with suede knees, and a ruffle-top in the color black. Her gloves were a conservative dark leather brown, and her helmet was roughed and scratched; obviously just for practicing. If they had actually walked in and looked straight into the 13-year old's eyes, they would have seen a serious look intertwined with vibrant colors of green and blue.
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Dellavague looked in between Shadowless' ears as they made their way across the arena, the only sound in her ears was a thrumming and the quiet pound of her horse's hoofbeats. As they reached a corner, she signaled him to canter, and he flowed smoothly into the transition, starting off on the wrong lead and then, Dellavague, bringing him back to trot, made him canter again, this time on the right lead. They swooped across the diagonal, executing a good, but hesitant flying lead change. Glancing up at the wall clock, she brought him back to a walk, and dismounted. For 5 minutes, she cooled him off while walking him around the arena. When she was done, she brought him back to his stable, cleaned him up, and checked his stall for anything that was off. All was good. Taking her helmet off, she placed it in the organized, glossy wooden trunk with Shadowless' name printed on a brass plate. Closing the trunk, she kissed Shadowless goodbye and walked back to Hawthorne, wondering if her roommate had arrived yet. Checking her time on her phone, she jogged up to the dorm, nodding and smiling a hello to Blair as she walked past her office. She opened her room door, surveying the still empty-looking room. Walking to the bathroom, she took ten minutes to wash up and change, into darkwash skinny jeans, a slightly off-the-shoulder t-shirt with purple and gray horizontal stripes, and a black tank top underneath. She left her outfit's boots by the door: dark chocolate brown slouchy boots with a slight heel. She sat on the bed she had chosen, willing her roommate to come faster so she could meet her.







{- - -D a v o n
" Don't talk to me if you're only going to be rude. "

۰•● ѕιηgℓє | ωαям | ∂яιηкιηg нσт ¢нσ¢σℓαтє | ѕωєєт ѕнσρρє ●•۰

- - - → The boy glanced outside the window, his sharp eyes tracing the small frosty designs on the window as he gazed out at the now-familiar campus. He had been at Canterwood for 1 year now; this was his second. The campus now felt like home, as opposed to scary and ominous, when he had first arrived. Now it was fall again, and the trees were already red, yellow and orange, and the sidewalk was swept daily to keep the beautiful leaves from cluttering it up.
Looking back down into his hot chocolate, he turned the spoon, mixing up the steaming liquid. The white marshmallows contrasted with the dark color of the drink. He sipped it, careful not to burn his tongue as he relished in its warmth. It was a cold day; the chills were coming earlier this year, he observed.
His tousled dark brown hair made his golden-flecked green eyes stand out. He was wearing a warm jacket with a popular brand, along with jeans and converse sneakers. His long eyelashes moved slightly as he blinked, looking at the welcoming decorations in the Sweet Shoppe. It had a blue and white theme, and the baristas at the counter worked among the displays and shelves of pastries, drinks, and food. It was a favorite hang-out place for the students at Canterwood.
Checking the time on his watch, he stood up, leaving his now empty mug on the table and walked out the door, flinching a bit as a frosty breeze swept across, blowing his hair a bit. Davon walked along the sidewalk, heading towards Birnam Hall. Cameron would be holding a Dorm Orientation soon, he reckoned. He walked a bit faster, hoping that it wouldn't start for another hour or so.

[karkadorr]

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[burnham]

-I knew I was probably missing something. Put Ocala in stall 8 and Cobra in stall 3.

[karkadorr]

{ I'll do it now (: The rest of you: everyone can start roleplaying! }

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The thirteen year old girl landed a dainty kiss on her horses velvet cheek. Giving the horse, Albertan Snowfall, a lop-sided grin, she flung herself around and plucked a brush off her carefully packed box. Effel admired the gleaming wooden box before spinning back to her horse. Aleberta jutted her muzzle towards Eff, after rubbing the muzzel with a gentle touch, she began to pass the brush threw the soft hair that covered the horse head to tail. Eyeing the scattered grey specks that enveloped her pelt. Finally, the task was over with and Eff chucked the brush in the direction of the wooden box. Which would soon be messy as a pig sty. "Bye, flake, make this your home like you did last year!" She told her horse, a excited, yet nervous tone to her voice. Reluctantly, the girl left the stall and jogged down the crowded space that was chocked full with fellow riders chatting and gossiping, as well as showing others they're marvoulous horses. The bruntette peered at some of the most gorgous horses and jogged on, muttering a quick "Hello," to her friends. Emerging into the dazzling daylight, a smile appeared on her lip-glossed lips. Eff saw a couple guys walk past, npoting that they seemed thirteen as well. She waved in a quiet manner before heading on to her destination, her room, number three in Hawthorne.

Effel passed the dorm moniters office, the moniter was out currently, most likely helping some newbies. Eff swerved around the many clusters of friends, some of whom were hers. You see, it was her second year, and she was ex-roommates with one of the confident and popular girls, so she had numerous friends. After what seemed like forever of squeezing through the endless crowds, she reached her room. Nervously, she decided whether to knock, her roommate could be waiting inside, but it was her soon-to-be room. After a few moments of tossing the thoughts around, she plucked her striped key from her pocket, se had got it costumed so that it was had a multi-colored, zebra striped exterior. Slipping the key flawlessly into the shiny lock, she turned it slowly and peeked around the door. She spotted her room buddie sitting impatiently on the the bed, Eff siled evily, hiding her face so the roommate didn't see. She stalked into the room, slamming the door violently behind her. "Excuse me," she told her in a lengthened, prissy voice, "But you rudely took my bed," she concluded in the same tone, ponting a finger at the girl sitting on the bed.

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мσσ∂ » Nervous, yet mischouvous. + ωιтн » "Ma' new room mate." + ωнєяє » "In my plain new room."

[peppermintleo]

>.< I can't write paragraphs anymore. I've lost my creative spirits in RPing. I can do a paragraph, but not two.. sorry. I'll try my best!)

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x - Place here
x - With here
x - Single
Pringle
x - Dead Silence
x - Mood here

{ Wip, no mue right now. }}

[karkadorr]

>.< I can't write paragraphs anymore. I've lost my creative spirits in RPing. I can do a paragraph, but not two.. sorry. I'll try my best!)

{ LOL, it's fine. The rules say just at least 2-3 lines, relax, haha. (; One paragraph is more than enough. }

[karkadorr]

{ @summer; I appreciate your semi-lit roleplaying and the amount you wrote. Just a heads up, Dellavague's a second year person at Canterwood as well. (; I'll reply later. }