To This Day (Semi-Literate Romance/School RP) Open

[Mr Fox.]

| ugh, I went home sick today, I swear I was dying. Any ways..|

Bailey moved smoothly in to the coffee house, brushing his hair back from his eyes, yanking slightly. This was just too early for him. Bailey just wasn't the type of person who would get up before noon by their own choice. He could happily sleep till three pm, but sadly for him he had work and school to get and get ready for. He adjusted his sweater and walked farther in, seeing Eli. Bailey hadn't worked at Starbuck's for very long, not even long enough to know much about Eli but that didn't really matter to him, all bailey knew was his name, the fact they lived in the same college house, and that Eli was pretty attractive. He wasn't sure if Eli played for his team but he was definantly willing to find out.

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Eli

Eli grinned at Bailey, " Hey!! I really like you're sweater Bro "Eli clapped his hand over his mouth, " I'm sorry" he said, knowing that Bailey was pansexual because of the way he acted )( eli had other pansexual friends and recognized the girl-boy- neutral style of dressing) so Eli didn't know if it was okay to call him a bro, even though Eli called all of his friends/ associates "bros".

[Mr Fox.]

Bailey tried to hide a smile as he rolled his eyes. He found it funny, almost cute, the way Eli reacted when he realized that he had called Bailey, 'bro'. Things like that didn't really ever bother him. It was like saying dude, it was just a habit that formed in people's speech. " calm down." he said, a smile breaking in his lips. " that doesn't really bother me. Thank you for the compliment though." He said smiling. And brushing back the hair from his eyes again, considering it wasn't long enough to stay where he wanted it yet if was long enough to obstruct his vision.

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Eli

Eli smiled back, " Bailey , thanks! And alright, also if the new girl needs help with anything could you help her out? Im going to be in the back making french bread toast." He flashed his bright white smile at both of them once more and washed his hands well, then took off the cute starbucks apron.

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Serena
Serena Marie Sarthway | Female | 17 | Crush; N/A | Feeling; Somewhat frustrated | Wearing; T - UB - S - H | Talking to; No one

Writer's block had been bugging Serena for roughly ten minutes when Augustus texted her. The distraction gave her a chance to relax a little as she picked up the phone and read the text. Deciding her brother probably was having a more interesting time than her, and any words of wisdom on how to survive the school from him would be helpful, it took several seconds for her to stuff her lined refill into her bag and tug on some navy-blue, denim Converses that stopped just above ankle height. She wrapped her headphones up and put them in her bag, too, then threw it over her shoulder and chucked her painkillers and phone into her pocket then glanced over the room. Knowing that Winter would need to go outside eventually to relieve herself, Serena propped open the window enough for the kitten to go through and then quickly made her bed. Winter, thoroughly irritated by this, watched her with evil eyes until she had finished before curling up on Serena's pillow. Uncaring, Serena grabbed the few other necessities from her room she would need then hurried to the bathroom and ran her toothbrush over her teeth. Compulsively, she did it the same way as she always did. First the right top, right bottom, behind those teeth. Then the left top, left bottom, behind. Middle top. Middle bottom. Tongue. Gargle. Spit. Rinse. Spit. Rinse. Spit. Gargle. Spit. The process always thoroughly irritated her, but it was still better than being nervous afterwards feeling as if she had forgotten something completely and utterly and going nuts over it. Serena walked silently downstairs and then quickly left the House of Air, not seeing any of her roommates as she exited. Her bike had been left next to the porch, along with her helmet. Back home she had never needed to lock anything as she trusted everyone enough not to steal her few belongings. She donned the helmet and swung her leg over the bike and set off in the direction Augustus had gestured to when explaining where he was staying.

Augustus
Augustus Jon Sarthway | Male | 21 | Crush; N/A | Feeling; Mildly concerned | Wearing; T - B - S - H | Talking to; No one

Deciding he had some time to go on his laptop for a while, he set it on his lap and sat down on the edge of his bed. Augustus took out his phone and put on the 'Internet Sharing' mode and went on YouTube to check on his subscriptions. Serena hadn't replied to his text and though he was mildly concerned he knew she was probably just getting a bit nervous about going to School of the Arts for the first time. Augustus spotted a video that he hadn't seen yet from one of his favourite uploaders and promptly clicked it, watching the five minute clip with great joy. A few chuckles escaped though by the end he had resumed his calm and uncaring air. Checking the time he felt he had enough left for him to check over his account on one of the more popular social-networking sites. He replied to several of his friends back home and lost himself to the internet for a while, listening to a bit of music as he did but keeping it on a low volume even through his headphones so he could hear his phone if Serena replied.

((Just a side note on Serena's helmet. It's a Hovding(invented by two Swedish women), an 'invisible bike helmet'. It's a collar worn around your neck that automatically inflates upon crash, encasing all but one's face(the rest of their head) in a protective shield))

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( okay thats awesome)

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((Bump. :3 ))

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((Bumpity~ ^-^ ))

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Otto

Otto looked around the kitchen and shrugged, not finding either house-mate, he cleaned the kitchen and then got out his footBall- prep notebook to study some new plays that the couch had. He slummed onto the couch, head bent over and a pen in another. He grinned, devilishly... who would think. Coach Brokson was the countries most inventive and top of the line right out of the highest teaching and football school of the century. Brokson was a kind hearted guy and tended to treat his players a lot like sons and brothers. He was hard on them because he expected them to always do their best. He wasnt one of those awful coaches that pushed his players too far or mentally abused them. Otto sighed, frustrated that he had forgotten to write down if he was supposed to go right or left on the particular play he was looking at. Next he checked his watch, it was 7:50, bout half an hour before he needed to leave for school. His blue shirt was wrinkled, thin and worn, but it was soft and it was one of his favorites. Setting down the notebook into his bag, he checked his phone.

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Serena
Serena Marie Sarthway | Female | 17 | Crush; N/A | Feeling; Uncertain | Wearing; T - UB - S - H | Talking to; No one

The bike ride itself wasn't too bad. Taking it slow the cool breeze allowed Serena to maintain a good temperature and not sweat very much or disrupt her hair or clothing. She stopped every now and again from the peculiar or amazing sights that entranced her and took many photos. By the time she was halfway her memory had been completely filled and she had to go back and select only one image of roughly five to keep of each thing she attempted to capture with her phone. She was just reaching the House of Fire when she noticed a really beautiful bird perched in some branches not too far away. She aimed to take a picture when she checked the time and took a sharp intake of breath. She quickly took the shot and hurried on her way, feeling a bit flustered in the final three minutes she spent peddling like a mad-woman. She hopped off her bike and propped it up against a tree with her helmet then quickly brushed her hair so she appeared presentable to any of Augustus's roommates who say her. With her bag slung over her back, she walked up to the door and went to knock. She paused, wondering for a moment if she should just text Augustus to come and open the door but then decided against it, not wanting to waste her credit. She knocked three times then took a step back, waiting somewhat nervously for her brother to answer the door.