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[Coyoteclaw11]

❦ what's going on ❦
Arriving to School
❦ with ❦
Father
❦ romantic status ❦
Single

Nick peered out the window, swallowing nervously. His stomach was a whole whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't believe he'd even been accepted! So many people applied every year, and he was chosen out of hundreds, maybe thousands of entries. Still, he was nervous that he'd make one wrong move, and they'd realize they'd made a grave mistake. Almost above all, he missed his family. He even missed his father already, even though he right in the car beside him.

"Are you alright?"

He gave a nod. As much as this was all to take in, he wouldn't give it up for anything. If this truly was just a dream, he wanted to make the most of it. He wanted to wake up knowing he'd done his best instead of running back home like the coward he was. And maybe, just maybe, this was all real.

"Are you ready?"

This time he paused before giving a small nod in response. He open the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, swinging one of his bags over his shoulder before going to retrieve the other from the trunk. When he returned, his suitcase rolling after him, he found his father waiting for him beside the car. They stared at each other for a moment before the older man made a move as if to shake his son's hand. Seeming to think better of it, he instead open his arms for a hug, which Nick eagerly took.

"I'll miss you." He murmured into his father's chest.
The man laughed. "Once you get used to it, you'll forget you even had a family. 'Family? What family? You mean my dorm mate?'" He joked.
"I already miss you." Nick said softly, feeling close to tears. His father gently patted his head before breaking the embrace, much to Nick's distaste.
"You want to be here, don't you?"
Nick gave a tearful nod.
His father gave him a gentle smile. "Then, let's see that. Don't worry about us. We'll be right at home, waiting for you. So, go on. Make friends,dance, have fun."
Nick felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips, and his fathers grin grew. He gave his son one last hug, before reminding him to writing, getting into his car, and disappearing down the road.

Nick sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes, a smile still left on his face. Finally, when his father's car could no longer be seen, he turned and made his way toward the front doors of the school. First things first, he had to find his dorm. According to the papers he dug out of the top pocket of his suitcase, the boys' dormitory was in the West wing of the school, he was in dorm 203, and his dormmate was a boy by the name of Jace Alexander. With hopes that he'd get along well with this "Jace," Nick set off on his quest to find his dorm.

((Phew, that took me a while. And I'm super tired. Uuurgh school gimme my energy back. That's miiiiine ;; ))

[prismatic]

pfft everyone's intros made mine look like total rubbish. i had to leave to go shopping so i had little time. :x otherwise they would have been lengthy posts. :p

Dillon Joseph Mathews

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location: dorm- unpacking + talking
mood: just peachy
crush: nobody yet
relationship: single- ready to mingle
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Dillon looked up to see a male walk into the dorm room. Seeing as he had a key when the door had been clearly locked it must have meant he was a dormmate of his. Peachy. A moment passed and he was going to ask for the guy's name but it seemed he had beat Dillon to the punch. The brunette quirked an eyebrow before getting up off his bed to put away his clothes in the dresser located at the foot of his bed. "Dillon." The eighteen year old managed out before tossing a stack of shirts into the top drawer. He had also manged to take a quick glance at Sony- Noting the fact that the blonde was shorter then he was. Hm. Interesting. Generally Dillon was about average height with his friends. Of course that was back home- Not here. Here there were students attending from all across the globe- Who knows what he'd end up seeing. There could be some seven foot tall girl walking the halls later on. That was one thing he was somewhat anxious for- Afternoon classes. Well- Class. They stayed in the same group of students all day- Although they tended to travel around campus depending on what amount of space the learning required. The instructors varied depending on what dance they were learning but there was one adult who lead the group around at all times. Somewhat like a homeroom teacher in grade school. Dillon guessed that today they'd be doing simple stuff- Things like meeting the other students as well as their dance partners. "So. Ready to find out just how vindictive our instructors are?" Dillon mumbled- Absentmindedly running his tongue over his right sided lip piercing. He was sure that either he or she wouldn't be very lenient or fun-loving. At least not whoever was in charge of leading their group around all day. The dance instructors might be a different story as they didn't stick with the same group of students all day. Who knows.

[Coyoteclaw11]

((Just wanted to let you guys know my internet's out and a hurricane's coming bluh))

[stormi.]

(anyone for me to roleplay with?)

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

j e n n i . a n d r e w s

-- thoughts;; dreams are becoming reality... -- actions;; walking up -- location;; the acadamy -- with;; no one yet -- status;; single -- outfit;; this

So many thoughts went through my head as we entered the acadamy's property, and my mom and I gassped at the site of the actual mansion. It was huge, and the little brosures I'd gotten in the mail didn't tell a lie. There was the beautiful, old feeling coming off of it; but the best past is is that you had to be accepted into this school, and only the best got in. I was one of the best. And my dreams were coming true, this very moment. The very moment that I moved my wavey, blonde hair over my shoulder out of boredom, that was the moment that I realized my dreams were coming true that very second. The very moment that I had to beat my eye lashes fastly so that I could keep tears from smudging my eye liner and mascara; that was the moment I realized that my life could be all that I'd dreamed of.

The car had stopped when my mom was opening my door, and the only reson I'd known that she'd opened the door for me and we'd stopped was that the windows were tinted, and now the worn out colors of the school were brighter. I scoot out of the car, hopping up in my girly and flouncy outfit to be taller than my mom. Much taller with the shoes I had on, on. I bite my bottem lip first, then I hug my mother - who was the only one that I insisted on coming. "I'm gonna miss you, mom," I admit to her as I squeeze her tighter, then let go so that she can look up to me. "I'm gonna miss you too, Jenn," she finishes off. "I'll text you everything that happens about everything, mom, love you," I say with a final kiss on the forehead as I walk off with my many bags, turning back when I got in front of the school to wave to my mom.

{{ i beleive jenni is :3

[stormi.]

Perfect. Diana is walking on the sidewalk where everyone is getting dropped off.)

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

j e n n i . a n d r e w s

-- thoughts;; new friends yae -- actions;; talking -- location;; the acadamy -- with;; diana -- status;; single -- outfit;; this

I turn around after watching with a blank face drive off, then realize that a tear had roled down my face. I whipe it off, then smile; this was a tear of joy, not sadness. I mean really, who wouldn't want to get just that much closer to reaching her dreams? Deffinatly not me; I want to be a rolemodel for every girl that has ever dreamed of being a professoinal dancer, and I want to acheive my dreams becuase when you're this far to get something, there's no turning back - only going ahead or getting kicked behind, and I'd honestly rather the first option happen. Dancing is my passion and what I want to do all my life, simple as that. Whether it's ballet, hip-hop, jazz, tap, lyrical, leaps and turns, you name it I dance it. But - sorry for going on and on about dance - my all time favorite would have to be lyrical just becuase of my flexability and how skinny I am, which means I can move better.

I start to walk again, then, - hey that rhymed - and I managed to run into another girl; a really pretty brunette. I know I really shouldn't judge people on their looks in this way, but the way that she seemed like a perfect girl made me a little jeolous, and all I am is a blonde with blue eyes that people question all the time. "I'm so sorry," I explain to her, stepping back, being awkwardly tall. I tighten my grip on my bags in my right hand, then my left, then I try, but fail, at trying to get my shoulder bag to be more secure on my shoulder. Instead, it just falls back down to my elbow. I sigh and decide to leave it there with all my other bags, becuase no harm no foul, right?

[stormi.]

Diana
Diana continued to stroll gracefully along the side path. She stopped a few times to let people pass, and gave a small smile, before looking at the ground. She slid her hands in the grey pockets of her pink and grey hoodie, still looking at the uneven path, thinking of random things that made no sense if said out loud.

Diana suddenly lifted her head from staring at the uneven ground. She had walked into a blonde blue haired girl while she was walking. She listened to the blonde haired girl speak before she began to speak "my bad. I'm sorry." she said softly, moving her hair so it rested on her left shoulder.

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

j e n n i . a n d r e w s

-- thoughts;; new friends yae -- actions;; talking -- location;; the acadamy -- with;; diana -- status;; single -- outfit;; this

An unessesary smile popped onto my face then as I looked around for any dropped items, but she'd obviously already gotten settled in, and did't need to unpack anything else. And I had a good grip on each of my bags and suit cases, so like a ninja I didn't drop anything. I shift my weight to my left foot then - a habit of mine - and smile again, this time one that would actually make some sence. "No worries," I say first, looking down at my toes; painted a light pink color with a design on my biggest toe nail that kind of looked like a free-style flower. Like some exotic, hawaian flower. I look up again after about two seconds of examining my toes that badly need a pedicure, then tried to offer my hand to shake, but my bags weighed me down. "I'm Jenni, by the way." I introduce myself, the same smile that I had on earlier set up on my pale face.

I smile, not sure what to do now, so I just wait for something to happen, like for this other girl to say something or just somthing for me to do. Like move my hair out of my face at the least. I look over to the landscape, observing all the plants specially arranged - probably by a very professional landscaper. I turned my attention back to this brunettes, looking her over for the first time, having her pink and grey jacket catch my attention the most becuase of the colors put together and how she wore it. Me, I just had on a floral shirt, some wedges, and some denim shorts. Nothing that I would ever picture this girl wearing.

[apathy,]

[ I'm waiting for Bells to post. xD ]