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[OhNoMan]

((Ooc: VeryDengar and I are free! Sorry, we've been here, there, and everywhere today)

Leon Harvey-Moreau, 16

Leon furrowed his brow as he finally pulled up his hoodie's hood. Hey, school day was over and no one could tell him not to. And he wasn't particularly looking to pick a fight with someone. He pulled his clarinet out of his locker and paused to look around for anyone he knew. Good, didn't look like anyone, he could slip back into his dorm and practice for a few hours before whoever his roommates were got back. His roommates last year had been rather complain-y about that, so he'd ended up hiding places around the school to practice. That got inconvenient fast.

He slid his hood down quickly as an administrator walked past him, and then pulled it back the moment his back was turned.

Can't be too cautious.

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Luca Austin Warner | 17 | Senior
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Luca emerged from the locker rooms, his clothes and hair damp and smelling strongly of chlorine as always. He shook the water out of his ear and ran a towel through his hair before he passed through the lifeguard station and grabbed his clipboard and whistle for work. He headed toward the cafeteria, glancing at the time every now and then. He had about a half hour before his coaching shift began. Just enough time to grab a bite to eat.

[VeryDengar]

Noel Harvey-Moreau, 16

Noel strutted cheerfully down the hall, not really doing a great job of noticing and avoiding the people in her way, but seeming to be in a pretty good mood. She adjusted the bag she had slung loosely over her shoulder and looked around for anyone of note she might talk to today. The most notable candidate this time just so happened to be her brother, so she shifted her course to very deliberately run into him.

"Hey dork," she said, slinging an arm around his shoulder in a way that was sure to annoy him. "Guess which favorite sister of yours just got a solo in choir."

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Luca Austin Warner | 17 | Senior
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Luca scanned the cafeteria for someone he knew. As usual, however, it was pretty empty. Luca didn't get off of practice until 7:00 p.m. and by then the only people lurking around the dining hall are late-night studiers who had the munchies. Luca sighed and grabbed a tray, doling himself out some hefty portions of salmon, fried rice, salad, and edamame beans. He fixed himself a glass of chocolate milk to assist his recovery process from training and sat down at a table, digging into his food without hesitation.

[OhNoMan]

Leon Harvey-Moreau, 16

Leon visibly winced as he was MAN HANDLED by someone. He scrunched his shoulders up and put on his best displeased face behind his hood before he turned his head. His look of maximum displeasure turned to one of great annoyance. "I have no idea. Because my sister isn't the huggy type. Also, don't touch me. Weirdo."

He bumped his sister with his shoulder and side-stepped. "But really, which favorite sister of mine? Because last time I checked, I didn't have a favorite sister."

[VeryDengar]

Noel Harvey-Moreau, 16

Noel gave a high, exaggerated laugh of the sort that she knew Leon found obnoxious and threw both of her arms around his neck this time.

"Oh, Leon, you joker," she said, dramatically throwing most of her body weight at him so he would have to more or less drag her. "It's me, silly. Your favorite sister, Noel. But really, dorkus, I'm starving. Stop doing your weird hoodie thing and let's go get something to eat," she added, releasing him and shoving him lightly away from her as was the actual proper protocol for sibling interactions.

[OhNoMan]

Leon Harvey-Moreau, 16

Leon clunked heavily into a locker as his sister threw her weight against him, yelping in surprise and pain. "GAH! Y'know, maybe you shouldn't eat so much, you weigh like a million pounds." He gave a wounded look, as though he were a baby sea lion in the process of getting clubbed, and stepped a few steps forward to avoid any more of this sibling-touching thing. "I was just going to go practice clarinet...I was in the band room all evening, but I'd rather practice in the dorms. It's more comfortable there..."

[VeryDengar]

Noel Harvey-Moreau, 16

"Watch it, ferret face," Noel narrowed her eyes and frowned at the comment on her weight. "And doesn't the music department have practice rooms? Or are you too weird to actually go into the director's office to sign up for one? If you really want I can get you one. Just food first. If your sister can knock you over with her perfectly petite figure then you're not eating enough," she continued, stressing the last bit with a little huff and jerking her head off sharply toward the cafeteria.