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NEVAEH RUSSO
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✘nevaeh looked up at the large and marvelous building in front of her that was already bustling with people, sighing as she realized that this was not as she had planned. she had planned for the college to be empty so she could settle in with no people around to watch her or to bother her by talking to her, but clearly others thought the same. she began to take a few steps forward as a kid ran into her, knocking the unsteady nevaeh to the ground with no notice as her bag full of clothes flew across the parking lot. wow, great first impression she thought as she began to quickly pick her things up and tuck them back into the bag slung across her shoulders. she just hoped everyone here wouldn't be so rude.
she had taken a train here, as this college wasn't close by at all where she lived. thats one of the reasons why she chose it; far away from her home. the thin black haired twenty-year old walked forward as all her things were gathered, her beanie neatly tucked onto her hair as she walked around the building in search of maybe a help center. she pushed her hair out of her face so her illuminating hazel eyes could be seen, looking at the details and structure of this place. she looked back down after a moment, one bag over her shoulder and one bag rolling on the floors as she dug her schedule out of her hoodie's pocket, reading her dorms number; 221. well, that was easy enough to remember. she walked forward but stopped herself, realizing she had no idea where anything could be found here, and also having another sudden realization: who would help her? she had no friends, and definitely wasn't the most positive person to be around. she sighed i guess i'll have to find it myself she thought with a shrug of her delicate shoulders as she went around in circles, hoping she'd get there someday.
she had taken a train here, as this college wasn't close by at all where she lived. thats one of the reasons why she chose it; far away from her home. the thin black haired twenty-year old walked forward as all her things were gathered, her beanie neatly tucked onto her hair as she walked around the building in search of maybe a help center. she pushed her hair out of her face so her illuminating hazel eyes could be seen, looking at the details and structure of this place. she looked back down after a moment, one bag over her shoulder and one bag rolling on the floors as she dug her schedule out of her hoodie's pocket, reading her dorms number; 221. well, that was easy enough to remember. she walked forward but stopped herself, realizing she had no idea where anything could be found here, and also having another sudden realization: who would help her? she had no friends, and definitely wasn't the most positive person to be around. she sighed i guess i'll have to find it myself she thought with a shrug of her delicate shoulders as she went around in circles, hoping she'd get there someday.
- merci daz. is anyone open for nevaeh? c:
oh, yes, by the way.. as i couldn't put a picture of her tattoo in the form as well as her other picture, i will have to give you all a visual here; there you go
oh, yes, by the way.. as i couldn't put a picture of her tattoo in the form as well as her other picture, i will have to give you all a visual here; there you go