we'll be forever bonded.. { semi lit+ ~ invite only }

[rose;]

Planning on starting tomorrow whether everyones forms are in or not, considering it will be rather easy to jump in. I don't prefer to do starting posts, but I will for this one, unless someone else really wants to.

[Chaoswolf]

((My forms are finished and I'd be happy to start, but do we start at the open house day? When people move in then tour the building and attend the dinner where the headmaster greets everyone, reminding them of the rules? Or should we jump right in to day one in class?))

[rose;]

Well, since it's a private boarding school, I was thinking no one would be new except our students, so they would be sitting by each other, and have it be the 'back to school' dinner/supper, where, like you said, the headmaster greets everyone and reminds of the rules.
If that's okay ^^

[changed]

((Just telling you all i'm going to bed soon. Meaning if we start, i'll reply when i can. I live in GMT you see...))

[Chaoswolf]

((lol, that does make sense, alright back to school dinner it is. Ahhh, bummer Hush. ))

~Brittany Rosewell~

Brittany had just finished unpacking her room. It was not even a single. If her parents had not already made it clear that this was a punishment for her "disobedience", her failing to live up to their rigid morals, then her not being booked in a single would be further proof of that. But she would make do and be as kind to her roommate as humanly possible. She would not let her situation break her.

She glanced at the clock with her hands on her hips. Ten minutes to make it to the dining hall. With a sigh, she headed to her mirror to comb her hair and fix her make-up. She hoped that a touch of blue above her eyes was not some egregious violation of the dress code. It was her favorite color after all, and she wanted to show the other students what she could look like at her best with spinning silver earrings and flowing brown hair in curls.

Without another thought, she headed downstairs and into the already crowded Dining Hall. She didn't know anyone here of course and the single seats available looked very reserved so she chose the emptiest table she could which was upfront and closer to the front than she would normally like.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Riley Anderson
*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Riley had been unpacked for hours because he didn't have much to be attached to, but he still waited a while before sauntering into the Dining Hall. He was calm and cool as he headed for the nearest table possible. He did have to admit that the Dining Hall looked rather impressive, not at all the cafeteria that he was expecting.

He was usually a good judge of character. The students at the table he was approaching didn't at all strike him as stereotypical. It was a group composed of even genders. The girls appeared to be engaged in a deep but amusing conversation. The boys appeared to be scouting for someone either familiar or new to join them. Apparently the blond did not fit that description, because their first response to his approach was to put their arms around the chair and inform hi. That they were waiting on someone. Riley assessed the looks o. Their faces and judged that they were sincere. They were really waiting on someone.

So he went on table hunting.

[rose;]

The orange is a bit hard to read for me, but it's fine. The blue is fine for me

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Яσƨɛ ˩αи∂α

ғᴏʀ beautiful ʟɪᴘs, sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ praise.
ғᴏʀ beautiful ᴇʏᴇs, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ good ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.
Aɴᴅ ᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏɪsᴇ, ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ confidence ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ alone

Rose leaned against her door, tears streaming down her face. Of course she had been sent here, away from any people that would cause her to sin anymore. Her father had been highly religious, and that's how he viewed it. A sin. Of course, her mom had not viewed it the same way. Rose was still her angel, her little baby that no one could replace... But Chris ha been the one to take the family in when they were about living on the streets, and Rose was teased constantly about her skinniness, her hair being dull and limp because they didn't always have running water, and her tattered clothes from good will. But of course, that had meant changes- Chris's two boys came before her, always. Their sports events were put before hers, their wants before hers. Of course, she was just thankful she was allowed a bed and a hot meal every night, and clothes. There wasn't much you could complain about when you knew what it was like not to have those things.
Until now.

Mechanically, Rose moved to the dresser near her bed, sinking onto the bed before reaching over to unlock the cage of her beautiful chinchilla, Skitter. She drew him out as he chattered, and he clung comfortingly and familiarly to her chest, nuzzling and nipping her neck and shoulder. Rose stroked the animals fur slowly, methodically, calming him down. He was not happy with the new place, not happy at all and she could tell. She left him on the bed to explore as she went to her bag, crouching by her bag of miscellaneous things to pull out a candle- vanilla cupcake. It was what she always burned, a familiar, comforting scent. Her room was very dark brown on one wall, light brown on the other three, with a small but adequate bathroom to the side, but it was very homey and a little comforting.

Drying her tears after she lot her candle, rose let Skitter back into his cage, hearing the bell for dinner. A nervousnous uncoiled in her stomach, so intense it made her near sick, but shaking or not she squared her shoulders and walked out, down the hall and outside. She drew her sweatshirt around her a bit more tightly, met with almost dusk and Brisk, chilly wind. She had no idea how she was going to make friends- she had lived in a small town all her life and never had to move. Everyone there you knew since pre preschool, and now... She knew no one.

Slipping into the dining hall unnoticed, she had to stop with an awed gasp. It was amazing... A high arched ceiling and a more rustic look, it was like walking into an old church you could only imagine. She would have to make time to draw this scene if she could... She hoped she would be able to anyway. She approached the only table that looked open to anyone, that seated only one girl so far. She approached, her handshaking, and gripped the back of the chair so hard her knuckles turned white. "I-is this seat open?" she asked, wincing as her voice shook and she stammered.

~~~

Ĵʋℓɛƨ Ɔσℓℓιиƨ

Iᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ uǝʌıƃ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʎɐןd ᴛʜᴇᴍ

Jace walked into his room stiffly, dumping his bags onto his bed, and inviting his dog up next to it. It was a blue and brown eyed husky that was extremely freidnly to him... not so much to anyone else. Not that Jace minded, he didn't really care who his dog liked or didn't like, it wasn't is problem- it was theirs.

Jace had no emotion, he was numb. He felt like a robot, going through the motions of putting his things away, nodding and answering every question correctly as the counselor came to talk to him, but it was all an act. No, he wasn't okay. No, he wasn't doing fine, and no he wasn't going to like it here. At all. If he was going to enjoy it here, they would allow affection for same gender, and they wouldn't think of that as a sin. A disgrace. And whatever else they thought. Jace doubted there would be any other boys like him, making it a very lonely two more years of school, but then.... then he was out. He didn't have to go home again, didn't have to disgrace his family with his 'dirtiness.' He snorted at the thought, patting the head of his dog as he heard the supper bell. He didn't care of he was a little late, didn't care what impression he gave.

Setting a bowl of dog food on the flor, Jace slipped on hhis sunglasses and set off across the lawn, dressed in jeans and a simple black Tshirt. He slipped in the door, noting everyone else was already seated, except for the few like him that were trickling in late. He slid into the seat of a mostly empty table still, flipping his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. He smirked to himself, looking down the table and up at the table of teachers, looking each one. He knew which ones he'd get away with things with, which were strict, and which were pushovers. That was easy to tell...

[careless reality]

Ɯɛ cαи вɛ ℓικɛ ρяιƨσиɛяƨ, ʏɛαн
Δи∂ ωɛ cαи вɛ αℓσиɛ
Ɯɛ cαи мακɛ α мɛƨƨ ℓικɛ иσ σиɛ κиσωƨ
Δи∂ яιƨκ ιт σи σʋя σωи

Ħɛʏ, нɛʏ, ωɛ'ℓℓ вɛ ʏσʋиɢ ғσяɛʌɛя
Ɯɛ'ℓℓ вɛ ʏσʋиɢ ғσяɛʌɛя 'тιℓ ғσяɛʌɛя ƨтσρƨ
Ɯɛ'яɛ ƨιиɢιиɢ
Ħɛʏ нɛʏ ωɛ'ℓℓ вɛ ʏσʋиɢ ғσяɛʌɛя
Ƭσиιɢнт ωιℓℓ ℓαƨт ғσяɛʌɛя 'тιℓ σʋя вσ∂ιɛƨ ∂яσρ
Ɯɛ cαи яʋи тняσʋɢн тнɛ иιɢнт
Ɯяιтɛ σʋя иαмɛ ʋρ ιи тнɛ ƨκʏ
ɢσт тнɛ мʋƨιc σи σʋя ƨι∂ɛ
Διи'т иσ вσ∂ʏ ɢσииα cαтcн ʋƨ ƨιиɢιи'

Harsh light glared down upon her tiny form bundled up a tight ball in the small attic she had managed to slip into the metaphoric night before undetected. She unfolded her body slowly as she arched her back and stretched, she was still laying on her side on the dusty wooden planks that had been her bed for the "night". But seeing as when she struggled up into a sitting position her head nearly collided with the slanted roof that had sheild her from the weather as she slept - which in the small space Bow had found herself sleeping in, had been and extremely hot day. She snatched the discarded shirt that she had used as a pillow last night and pulled it over head covering her slender body once again. She crawled on her knees slowly across the creaking boards toward the window she had used as an entrance to her little attic hideaway. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasnt so stuffy and hot in the small space that seemed to choke her, suffocating the young teen - she wasn't colstophobic or anything but it was just too small of a room for her likings. She placed her sweaty palm against the smudge-y windows glass and pressed against it lightly, the window swung open allowing the cool breeze to carry in the heavy scent of the flowers that had been planted around the house which chased away the musky smell of the attic. Bow slipped a leg out on the slanted roof then slide her body out side ways the only way to get in through the thin space that the window allow for.

That was when everything shattered as her mind was dragged away from the fantasy realm her mind had conjured up for her to cure her of the boredom that held fast to her like a child to his mother's leg as they wandered through the aisles of Walmart. Her russet brown eyes slide open to reveal the dull ceiling above her. She sat up slowly before she was seized by a yawn. The clothing and necessities she had brought with her were stuffed away in their rightful places in the room that would be her home for who knows how long. She stared at the door she had slapped when she first arrived her, not even a day ago yet and thought about the huge fight that had taken place in her family's kitchen that forced Bow to be sent away.

With a soft sigh the girl heaved herself from the bed and ambled down the hall to the dining hall where she was suppose to met the people that were to be her "friends" during her lifetime in the boarding school. From the noise and laughter Bow managed to hear from the hallway, she knew she was going to be an outcast just as she was at any place she ever went. She slipped through the doors into the grandly decorated dining hall and searched the room for an empty table.

After a moment she spotted a table that was only occupied by two girls. This brought a smile to lips - they seemed to be part of the minority that Bow was destined to join in this place. So she decided to sail across the room at a brisk pace to the table, not giving anyone in the room a second glance. A four year old could probably guess what the kids that crowded the room were thinking as Bo speed walked through the sea of tables to the empty one, but she truly didn't want to know what cruel judgemental thoughts that would be shared among the friends about the new girl.

Bow practically threw herself in an empty chair at the table, farthest from the other two girls as possible so her appearance at the table wasn't as awkward. She was sure she'd freak them out if she settled into a seat directly beside them and attacked them with the none stop flow of words that was typical of her. But she remained quiet and muttered thanks into the air for not tripping iver nothing like the oh-so-graceful Bow would normally do in a situation that was as awkward as it was already.

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((Who should i make Faith share with?))

Faith Elizabeth Collingson | Seventeen | Single

I should say goodbye, before I say hello
So darling hold me, closely, tonight
Because if you open your eyes, I'll never let you go
Moving slowly, we'll both sleep tonight
And we'll just be dreaming 'til you wake me up

Faith didn't want to go to the school. She knew her parents felt ashammed, scared about the fact that she liked both genders. She knew that they would feel like this, that was why she didn't want to tell them. But it was worring her, making her feel really bad about herself. So she,well her sister, made her tell them. opened the door to her dorm. To that day, she regreated telling her younger sister, Amy. Why? Because she was the one who made her tell her parents about it. She knew that she wouldn't be able to trust her again, not like the same way she had done before all of this. But when she did tell them, they didn't act like the way like she thought they would do. They acted worse, she thought that she wouldn't be made to move out. But she did. She thought she wouldn't be made to move schools, into a school where teenagers that had 'problems' went. But she was. Best of all, they didn't care about what she thought about it, all she was told that she had to pack her bags, and go.

Faith opened the door to her dorm. She saw another girl in there as she did. so she just walked past her, and put her bag on the free bed. She felt terrified, scared about the new school. She didn't know what the other's would act like towards her. She knew that there was going to be others who where just like her. But she had only met them once, and she couldn't remember them that well. She sighed as she opened her case, and began to unpack her things. The other girl left while she was un packing.

After unpacking, Faith went down to the dinning hall. She saw a table with a few spaces' on it, so she walked over there and sat on one of the free seats. She felt nervous, and a little shy, because she didn't know who or how they would start talking to eachover, and she didn't want to be the one who started it. After all, she felt to shy and nervous to do so anyway. She felt like she should say something thought, to lighten the tention on the table. She could guess that they where all new, and they where the only ones who were."So...."She said, trying to keep the nerves' out of her voice, which was quite already. It didn't help that she was a bit shy."Hi."

"You do know that nobody is perfect don't you. We can't all be straight, blonde or have blue eyes. We are all diffrent, and we have to live with it."

[Chaoswolf]

~Brittany Rosewell~

Brittany took a few moments rot examine the teachers tables. She searched for the ones with casual smiles that were talking animatedly. Though there was no certain way to determine how "cool" a teacher is without individual testing, she could definitely pinpoint the ones with no wiggle room. The quiet ones may be shy, but the ones with silent stony faces that were watching the students as though they were some extreme mutation of the teenage Homo sapien...they were the ones to watch out from. One such woman caught Brittany watching and she offered the woman a kind smile. What she got in return was a disapproving look and a dismissive "hmph" that she could see rather than hear.

She was distracted from her task by the arrival of another girl, with long brown hair and eyes that she couldn't tell if they were steel gray or pale green, or even a really subtle blue. She realized that she took a second too long trying to figure it out and now the situation was becoming awkward. For a moment, Brittany didn't understand the request. She hadn't been listening had to recall the words, like rereading a sentence. Then the blood rushed to her cheeks, slightly darkening her caramel skin tone. "Yes, you may. Sorry about that," she said, unsure if she was apologizing for staring or being so slow to answer. "My name's Brittany Rosewell."

Out of her peripheral vision, she saw someone else sit down, but without asking. That was more of what she was expecting. With this being one of the last open tables, she had doubted anyone would bother asking to sit. Even as she glanced back at the first girl, she saw another girl, a rather cute red head, do the same, but that one sat further away. She offered a casual smile to both of them. Even though it wasn't necessary or they may not care, she wanted them to know that they were welcome to the table.

Speaking of which, there was a rather sweet looking blond with messy hair that looked awfully lost wandering along the rows. He wore a rather absent smile, like he didn't particularly care to find a seat any time soon, but Brittany waved him over anyway. "Come sit with us," she said, not too loudly though she could feel that strict teacher glaring daggers at her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Riley Anderson
*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Riley was still seeking out a table. He wasn't in all that much of a hurry, although he was certain that dinner would begin any minute now. He was getting a lot of looks for being up and about so long. Some girls were definitely being flirty with him, though they had no seats to offer. Riley gave them charming smiles, but didn't respond to the fleeting comments. Some students were in their tight knit groups, giggling and laughing at the poor newbie who couldn't make his way to the obvious newb table. While other students, like certain teachers, were outright glaring at him. A student not panicking because he can't find a seat? The nerve of him! Look at how calmly he walks and how politely he asks if certain seats are taken. How he's not offended when the people he asks just stare at him. What audacity! What nerve!

Finally, a voice is heard out in the distance, "Come sit with us."

Riley turns in that direction with a grateful expression as he slowly walks over and gracefully takes a seat. There wasn't much room to sit apart from the rest of the group at this point, so he sat beside Brittany which was one seat from another boy, who was wearing sunglasses, and three seats from a redhead who had come in after him. He gave a slight wave to both, but knew already that this wasn't a fixed group, just a place for the newbies to sit where the teachers and students could observe them. Riley sat back coolly and so that they could see that he had no problem with that.

"Thank you," he told the girl who had invited him over.

[rose;]

Яσƨɛ ˩αи∂α

ғᴏʀ beautiful ʟɪᴘs, sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ praise.
ғᴏʀ beautiful ᴇʏᴇs, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ good ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.
Aɴᴅ ᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏɪsᴇ, ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ confidence ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ alone

Rose found herself looking back at the girl, examining her. She admittedly was cute, but she forced herself not to think of things like that now. No one here was going to be like that, or Chris wouldn't have sent her here. She might as well become a nun for all the fun she was going to have here... She doubted she would even be brave enough to show up at the bofire party they had every month. She'd be too shy, and uneasy going alone.
The brown haired girl grew uneasy under the other girls gaze. It felt like she was undergoing an inspection, seeing if she was good enough, and being so shy, Rose always thought she wouldn' be. She never had been before, so why should she now? The girl had never seen anything in herself- her looks seemed average, she was always having problems with her hair, didn't wear makeup, and refused to dress in skanky clothes like the rest of the girls.

Very surprised, she let out a relieved breath when the girl seemed to become a little flustered before nodding, saying yes. "Thank you," she said with a warm, but shy and small smile. "My name is Rose... I'm new here." Her look turned apologetic, before she averted her eyes, not wanting to stare or make a fool of herself like she seemed to do more than needed. Instead, she peered down the table to the rather muscular and tan boy sitting with his shade's on, staring definatly at some googling girls down a table. The dark haired boy was one that would be seen sitting up on roofs in the summer, shingling, or rock picking to get that tan, and it was one Rose wished she could get. He gave them a meant to be sexy wink, but to Rose, it seemed intimidating, predatory like. She gave him a thin smile when he looked over to her, cocking an eyebrow at her, and she gave a small wave, already very miserable. He grinned and gave a wave back, before looking away again, allowing her to do the same.

Rose fell back into silence, and looked up as the girl in front ofher called someone else over. Another boy, and Rose gave another forced smile. It was something she did often, and these smiles came easily, with no way or anyone else to tell if they were real or not. Only she knew, and she liked to keep it that way.
"Hello," she said sofly, with a small smile, before she went back to just staring at the floor under the table, twisting the sleeves of her sweatshirt around her hands nervously, her heart thundering in her chest. Her vision swam a bit, and her hands shook. I want out, she thought. I shouldn't be here...
Startled, Rose looked up with wide eyes like a frightened deer when yet another person came by, speaking to them. There's too many people, she added to herself. "Hi," she said with another forced smile, and a small wave.