Regular people with regular abilities in the 'real world'. All content must be child-friendly.
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Damien chuckled. "Well it will pay good any way." He started walking towards the animal hospital classes. "Well this is where you should be." He said grinning. "Have I been any help?" He asked in a fancy voice.
Kate's eyes widened as she looked around. She couldn't help but squeal, this would be where she would be going to class pretty much every day. Her eyes were full of enthusiasm. She pulled out her phone and took a picture before putting it back in her pocket happily.
Damien laughed. "Excited huh?" He smirked. "Well that will change in a month or so." He said with a sigh. "This place gets old after a while. Only fun there is in the city of a night." He said grinning.
{{ Whoops, forgot their majors xD Moore is majoring in Criminal Justice, Hunter is Music. }}
moore.alix.devandrio
Moore swung into the parking lot, pulling into a space under a fair amount of shade and turning off her vehicle. She slid out of the seat, popping the trunk first. She retrieved her bags, affectionately patting her 2001 Ford Mustang before locking it and walking away. With two backpacks, her skateboard, and a duffel bag nearly as large as Moore herself, Moore approached the looming college building. She figured that she should find her dorm first, but this campus looked confusing as h*ll. Grey eyes roved the surrounding area for life, landing on the retreating figures of a guy and a girl. She shrugged, opting to go off on her own.
hunter.dashell.jeremy.shelshan
Hunter parked his 2006 Chevy Impala a few spaces away from the snazzy-looking Mustang. He got his luggage out of the trunk and locked his car twice. With a backpack, a large duffel bag, and a medium-sized rolling bag in tow, Hunter walked toward the main building. His map was folded up in his pocket, a place his luggage didn't allow him to reach. He rolled his brown eyes, following at a distance the short girl in front of him.
"Yeah, probably. In a month or two I'll come to you and say, 'Damien. This is horrible.'" Kate chuckled. She put her hands in her pockets and took another look around. "Do you have a car?" she asked curiously.