by Rena Rouge » Sun Apr 29, 2018 2:29 pm
Bastian Flúhr | 17 | Student | Villain | Location:: Track/School | Tags:: Brianna |
Bastian was a bit surprised at encountering Brianna, she was a familiar face since they were both on the track team and as captain, he made it his responsibility to know all his teammates by name. "Oh! Hey Brianna!" He said brightly, ignoring being bumped by the surprisingly smaller girl. "Yeah, being late isn't really a good-" He started, but was cut off by the ringing of the bell echoing through the slowly emptying hall. "Crap, we're late!" He said nervously, roll call would start soon and he needed to keep a good attendance record. "I'd love to stay and chat, but gotta flash!" He said, sending her a salute with two fingers before ignoring the 'no running in the hallways' rule and darting towards his first period class.
Alois Bourgeois | 16 | Student | Hero | Location:: Class | Tags:: Open |
Alois arrived into class a few minutes before the bell rung and took the seat that he sat in every year in the back. His black hoodie covered his long blonde hair along with his Miraculous, Pollen was hanging out in the baggy left sleeve of the hoodie, being abnormally quiet. It isn't to say that he didn't enjoy it, it was just a bit odd for her. He assumed it was because of school starting, she'd be at a hellish building for seven hours a day. "Pollen, you dead?" He questioned quietly, he felt the Kwami wiggle up his hoodie and rested just behind his hood next to his ear. "I just don't want to be here, let's just go home." She whined, he rolled his eyes. "You whine like my mother, you can't always get what you want." He informed, he heard her huff and go silent again. There was a bit more movement as she made her way to the back of his neck and ducked under his blonde ponytail to settle there. He put his elbow on the desk and rested his head on his hand, his eyes wandering over to the window as the bell rung, Pollen twitched against the back of his neck and it made him flinch a bit at the tickling feeling it made.