21 Studio [ performing arts school ] semi-lit, open

[excalibur.]

[ okay. we can start! We'll start with everyone entering the school and going to the auditorium ready for a small assembly and then head master explaining about what would happen. Okay, d o g. do you want to start as I am doing something at the moment. ]

[| valhalla |]

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ｗｉｔｈ everyone ｗｈｅｒｅ The school ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ nervous

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✐As she clipped her suitcase closed, Ava let out an excited sigh - stomach churning with nerves. She was currently in her room at her Grandparent's house - ready to leave for the Performing Arts School. Ready to leave and decide her future. A creak in the floorboards and Ava looked up from the floor to see her Granddad's warm and affectionate. He hugged her and Ava felt herself welling up as she climbed into the car; this was it, it was time. After the exhausting flight and a four hour journey, Ava stepped out into the grounds of the school. Her and her Grandparents shed a few more tears before they departed. She stood with the others for a while before they were herded in to a big hall. This was it. Hard work, tears and determination had all come down to this. This was what she'd trained for and she knew she was ready. She hope, anyway.

[Komaniac]

Ａｄａｍ Ｒａｎｄａｌ Ｙｏｕｎｇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs I ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ...

Adam closed his suitcase once he finished packing. The shy introverted guy sighed, raking a hand through his brown hair. Today was the day. He would leave to go to the Performing Arts School. He had dreamt of this day, or well, when he was able to fall asleep. The guy was an insomniac and often awake until 4 AM. Adam walked downstairs with his suitcase and looked at his uncle and cousin, soon walking up to them to give them a nice, big hug. He was going to miss them. Once Adam had said goodbye, he left the house.

After a few hours of travelling, Adam arrived at his new school. He held his guitar case in one hand, his suitcase in the other. He looked at the building, just taking it in for a moment. Here he was, at his new school. The guy was excited, even though nobody could notice it. He followed the group, feeling a bit insecure.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Aʟʟɪɢᴀᴛᴏʀ Sᴋʏ?

[astral.]

Rebecca "Snow" Corvey

I searched my room for any small objects that might be hidden away. I had gotten a bursary to go to the performing art school. My whole life I had been sent from household to household and back to foster care, all because I wasn't able to look after myself properly yet. My biological parents didn't exactly leave me with much other choice though. Being here, all the memories of friends coming and going. Nothing stable to hold onto. I let out a faint sigh as I put a small locket into my pocket and shut the now empty drawer. Today was my day. The auditions were merely a thing of the past. I was going to be a somebody. Maybe my parents would recognise me? Maybe they'd actually want me once they knew who I was? I start walking, pillow in arm and all my belongings in nothing more then a backpack and a suitcase on wheels...

I get closer to this new place with each step I take. My breath grows thin and a oang of nerves tinged with excitement coarse through my very veins. I see it. The building. It looks more magnificent in person! There are others passing through the entrance. A young boy with brown hair catches my eye as I come up beside him.. His physical appearance has me shying away. Gaze on the floor. "He's far too good looking for a low-class nothing like yourself Snow. Why on earth would he even think of talking to you. Let alone look at you", I hear my mind telling me and notice how plain I look in comparison to the other girls..

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[Sonder.]

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∞ ѕℓσαиє α∂αιя αυѕмιυм ∞
Taggedxno onexxAtxthe schoolxxFeelingxanxious

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I fluctuated in locations of my room, throwing this and that in there. I held my acceptance letter and plane ticket with a stoic expression, peering down at it with brisk eyes before folding it up as it was and returning to my packing. Once I snapped the locks shut in my luggage, I lifted the heavy item off of my bed and began to roll it towards the hall. Its roaring sound along the smooth wood flooring began to stress me, fearing my Mom would wake up. I paused eerily and glimpsed around the corner into the living room as I heard snoring. It was her. I swallowed hesitantly and lifted up the straps of my luggage, carrying it like a book bag now. It hurt like all to be damned, but I bit through it. Once I passed her by, my eyes cause sight of a little tangerine colored prescription bottle. She'd taken her sleeping pills. And by sleeping pills, I meant elephant tranquilizers. I blew out a breath of relief, realizing now that I didn't have to fear her awakening.

I exited the front door, locking it up behind me with a swift lock of my key, pacing towards the airport at a leisure pace. My mother was a prescription pill addict. She was always sleeping or completely out of it. I watched my father die in a hospital bed at age 10 from lung cancer, and she couldn't even be there for that. She was never there. Through all of my depression and trials, she was never there. I had to mend my own afflictions. My own emotions. Because she was never there. And when she was, it was always about her. About how I should worry about the people with real problems, like Mommy dearest. Some nights when she went too far, I had to revive her or take her shoes off and ravel her in a blanket if she'd fallen asleep. A part of me worried for her. A bigger part of me hated how selfish I was. But the smallest part of me knew she'd be okay.

Long story short, I was at the airport in no time. I walked for about an hour, but it felt like 15 minutes. I boarded my plane with ease, enjoying the flight through my noise cancelling headphones that blasted any music I chose. My head swayed to the lively tune of Counting Stars by OneRepublic until I fell asleep myself, reaching Australia in little time. A flight attendant had to wake me as we landed, and I reached the school through a separate series of means of traveling. Once I was there, I marveled at the gigantic building. There was no way I would survive here. Why was I accepted again? A burst of anxiety pinned me to the wall, but I breathed through it. I approached the front desk inside with a smile and showed the receptionist my acceptance letter and other curious papers. She handed me a dorm key and gave a variety of directions, pointing down the hall so I knew where to go. "Thanks." I began to roll my bag down the hall and search for my room, puzzled in expression.

[thingsthatdontexist]

Ashley-Dancer
Ashley smiled, suitcases in hand. She let out a faint smile of relief. She didn't have to be here anymore. She was technically moving out, something she was looking to do for a while now. She didn't want to have to deal with her parents, or her evil brothers anymore. She was honestly debating as she walked outside whether or not to just go without saying goodbye, but her conscience told her to stayand say at leasta quick goodbye. Dropping her suitcases on the doormat. She scurriedin, said bye to her parents, and received a bunch of bad language from her brothers as her farewell. Afterwards, she drove off to the airport with a smile.

She arrived after a few hours, suitcases in hand. She walked down the massive hall, looking around atthe various people. She didn't go glitz and glamour here, whereas most people she saw had. She didn't look shabby, she just kind of looked average. She blendedin, which she supposed wasa good thing. She swallowed hard, following a group of students "So this isit..." She whispered to herself quietly. Everything she had done, all those routines on the street, or in the studios, paid off. And it couldn't have turned out better. This place seemed amazing.

[excalibur.]

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Feeling; confident
Tagged; no-one
Where; the school

Sean's foster mum Debra had taken him to the airport and she said good-bye to him and he was quite upset to leave her after she had done so much for him. He walked into the airport, weighed his luggage and did everything he had to do before going to the boarding. He showed the woman at the desk his passport. She started to talk about his muscle structure and he rolled his eyes, taking his passport back and walking through and sat down on a seat, waiting to board the plane. The flight was called and he went to go and sit down. He sat down and smiled. Sooner or later, the plane took off into the air. Sean was on the plane to Australia and he was smiling and he looked around the whole bird. The boy looked around and sighed, it was a twenty-six hour flight to Sydney and he hated it so much. It's not that he hated planes, it was the girl next to him who was annoying him. "Will you just shut up?" He asked calmly and the girl shook her head. She was around seventeen and quite perky. He didn't know how anyone could live with her she was so annoying. Sean shrugged and then sighed, looking out the window for something to do as all this plane had was a television screen to watch movies and programs on. He decided to plug his earphones in and watch some T.V. Sean was Step Up Revolution, then 21 Jump Street, followed by Big Bang Theory. He sighed and then went to sleep and was asleep for most of the way before waking up with only about two hours to go. He ate breakfast and then sighed. They soon landed and he was out, through custom services and grabbed his suitcase in under half an hour. The boy called a taxi and then was driven to the school. When he got there, he smirked. He was going to be here for four years, he would be twenty-three when he got out unless he was expelled as it might happen with this guy which he would try not to do. He walked in; and to the reception where he got his dorm key. Sean smiled and then walked into the huge room with a smile. The dancer then un-packed his stuff before walking to the auditorium, smiling at Ava as he walked past. 'She's pretty, hopefully she's a dancer. I'd love to be her partner,' he thought to himself. He walked into the auditorium and sat down in a seat.

[| valhalla |]

❝ ａｖａ ｓｏｎｉａ ｓｍｉｔｈ ❞
ｗｉｔｈ Sean ｗｈｅｒｅ The hall ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ nervous

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✐Getting a better hold onto her suitcase, Ava picked it up by the handle and began an arguous trek up the grand marble staircase that would lead to the hall. After walking down several long and unfamiliar corridors, the teen entered the hall. As soon as she'd entered, though, Ava felt someone's eyes resting on her. She turned to see a guy about her age watching her. Ava remained reserved and dismissed it as she looked round at the other pupils. That's what he was doing. She told herself, Looking around and getting familiar with everyone's faces. Sighing she spotted a free seat... but it was next to the boy. After a few moments deliberation, Ava walked over and sat down in the seat; pushing her stuff underneath. An awkward silence followed until she turned to him, "Hi there." she greeted happily.

[excalibur.]

Ｓｅａｎ
Ｄｏｎａｌｄｓｏｎ
Feeling; confident
Tagged; Ava
Where; the school

Sean looked next to him and saw Ava, the girl he saw in the hallway. He smiled lightly and nodded, "hi, I'm Sean." He smiled and listened to some of the music from his phone and then looked back at her, "I'm a dancer, world champion. Street dancer though. Let me guess, dancer? If so, contemporary?" He asked with a smile. Most girls that Sean met who were dancers either did ballet or contemporary. If they did street, it wasn't much. Just hip hop so he didn't find it good. Hopefully, they had an assignment and he hoped that he would be put with Ava. She was absolutely beautiful in his case. Long blonde hair, slim body, beautiful eyes, gorgeous face. Sean wanted to get to know her and he knew how. Just get to know her in dance and then make his move after a couple of dance lessons so he gets to know what she likes and what's her turn-offs.

[| valhalla |]

❝ ａｖａ ｓｏｎｉａ ｓｍｉｔｈ ❞
ｗｉｔｈ Sean ｗｈｅｒｅ The hall ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ Nervous

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✐Smiling, Ava introduced herself, "Nice to meet you Sean. My name is Ava Sonia Smith... but most just call me Ava" she explained, eyes twinkling with excitement and amusement. She fixed her fringe and nodded as he asked about what she did. "How did you guess?" she chuckled slightly before continuing, "I currently dance in the West End and I used to be an esteemed member of the Royal Ballet. World Champ? That's cool." Ava boasted her achievements proudly before shutting up a little. Suddenly her smile faded slightly, "I'm the only Contemporary dancer here - you guys are all Street and Hip hop. It's gonna be hard." Ava sighed and looked at the floor slightly. A few moments passed where she looked up again and popped a mint in her mouth, "Want one?" she asked, holding out one to him.