Өยг รtгคภﻮє єyєร (Accepting!)

[Helreith Brynhildar]

Okay! Sorry about that. It's just a colloquialism where I live, it's my fault for blondity out. :3}}
I'm allowed to start rping, just not with a power yet, right?}}

[lucky15371]

(i think so)

[Helreith Brynhildar]

Yay! I think I read that somewhere on here, just verifying.}}

Finna sat on th knees of an oak tree, sliding a cheap aluminum ring on and off her forefinger. As a breeze pulled up, she pulled her jacket reciprocally tighter, and stuck out one hand to finger the pages of her book.

[Mystic]

≈Chase Revlin°
Mood- Frustrated ~ Where- Office ~ Status- Single ~ With- Anabelle ~ Age- 17

Tapping his fingers against the marble counter of the office, Chase, annoyed with the office ladies, waited for his schedule. Instead of printing it out, like they were supposed to, they were chatting away like good ole friends. He was late as it is, and they were wasting his time with nonsense. Each click of a key on the keyboard just grated at his nerves even more, until finally the printer was whirring and clicking, producing a small slip of paper with his classes and room number inked in.
"About time.." He muttered belligerently, snatching the paper from the woman's hand and stuffing it into his pocket. He didn't mean to be so agitated, but the woman really was asking for a lecture. She didn't seem to notice, though, as she turned back around in her seat and resumed the conversation with her colleague.



≈Anabelle Fresco°
Mood- Antsy ~ Where- Office ~ Status- Single ~ With- Chase ~ Age- 16

Anabelle, if she hadn't been so irritated, would have been amused at the guy's annoyance. How clipped his words were, how every sentence from his lips seemed to be forced. But, the ladies were getting to be agitating. Tittering hags, really. Like old women at a salon, going over their days to their friends. Anabelle was sure she was about to snap too.
Next in line, she slipped past the golden haired boy with little more than an "Excuse me" and a smug smile. He, in turn, gave her his own dazzling smile, making his ebony eyes shine and explode with light. Though she was sure it was no trick of the light. His eyes really did look like space. It was a little unnerving.
Standing at the desk, she asked the ladies for the schedule, and after minutes of them droning on and on, she finally got her little slip of paper. As she turned, she was stopped by the finely muscled boy, just standing in her path.

[Helreith Brynhildar]

Finna tried to read, but the wind kept leafing the pages- she'd better go inside somewhere. She damped out her cigarette in the dirt and left it under the leaves, standing, and using one finger to mark her place in the book.

[darling lady]

So, I am back from my littletrip.

Madame Finn

As Madame Finn went outside, a small and very rare smile graced her stiff face. Touching her snake’s head delicately, she strode towards the doors to the grounds, quickly going thru them and towards a separate building. Here was her small refuge, built away and outside of the school. Like a second office, but one students had no permission to go to. It was like a solice for her, and she needed a brief moment of relaxation for the coming hectecness that was sure to occur.

Elian Zenith

Beatrice Elizabeth Buckley
Bea made a quick glance behind her before adjusting herself into a more welcoming stance, it was hard to draw her attention away from the boy's eyes. They were just intriguing- As soon as the eyes contact seemed to drop to her shoes, she regained her poise. She meant to say it was fine, but ended up choking a bit on it as it turned into a giggle/snort sound. The joke itself wasn't too entertaining, but the delivery was timed in a perfectly awkward way. "I guess I would prefer my shirt that way too." She formed an agreeing tone once she successfully recovered from her horrid laugh. Her smile suddenly clicked with her eyes, as if realizing they had a job to do now that she could afford a real smile. The line moved up another four people, just a fingerbreadth away from the trays.

He smiled at the snort, as most girls tended to blush and try and cover up such things as that. Plus, he knew what he had said must have been extremely dorky or something, but it wasn’t often he spoke to strangers in the cafeteria line.
“Well, a toast to clean shirts.” He said, moving up in the lineup. Bea was already near the trays, and his stomach growled slightly, almost as if it wanted to participate in the toast. But, more likely, because it simply wanted some toast inside of it. He smiled sheepishly at the sound, “Oh, um, sorry about that. I guess I am just hungry. Growing boys need their food.”
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[LEAVING]

((I'm sorry for never roleplaying, but I have no idea where to jump in, I'm losing faith in my abilities a bit and alot of other stuff.))

[darling lady]

((I'm sorry for never roleplaying, but I have no idea where to jump in, I'm losing faith in my abilities a bit and alot of other stuff.))

Just jump in wherever you would like Aura.

[LEAVING]

((Eh, Where is everyone? What is everyone donig?))

[darling lady]

((Eh, Where is everyone? What is everyone donig?))

Either in:
Rooms, Cafeteria, Hallways, and the Principle is outside.