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[gizmo,]

|| wip for Jasmine and Gaston c: ||

Ⓒ of the form goes to me
Ⓒ of idea of the format to indefinite,
Ⓒ of pictures to their rightful owners
Ⓒ of this character to me

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♥♥ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ. sᴛɪʟʟ ɪs.

| j a s m i n e | - | s e v e n t e e n | - | the i n d i v i d u a l one |

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;
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"You want my name, hmm? Well I hope you have a good reason. It's Jasmine, if you must know."
☞ Jasmine Leigh Rhodes is the name, but she definitely does not want you to wear it out. The name comes from her Indian heritage, one that she is quite proud of. The name Leigh, like lay, doesn't really have an origin or meaning, at least to her or her family. The name just kind of popped up, and her parents thought it went well with Jasmine. Now, Jasmine herself doesn't necessarily like it so not many people know of it. Only a lucky few get the privilege of hearing her speak it. The last name Rhodes isn't exactly Indian, though her father is Indian, do no fret; Jasmine isn't really sure where that name came to be, but she doesn't often question it for there is no reason. It's her last name, and will be until she marries, which shall be a long while. Who needs a man, after all?

ᴀɢᴇ ;;
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"Isn't bad luck to ask a lady hr age, or at least rude?
☞ At the age of 17, Jasmine is the prime age of independence. Born on June 5th, 1995, to her overprotective, demanding parents. There's not much to say about her birthday; what, do you want to know how it happened?

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;;
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"Are you serious? Why don't you just look for yourself. No, you mouse-brain, I was just kidding."
☞ Jasmine is, in fact, a girl. This is actually quite obvious, for she is known as being feminist. She is very independent and definitely does not want a guy to do things for her, so it is quite known that she is very feminine and girly. All of this aside, it's also quite obvious by what she wears and looks like. Kind of hard to miss.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ;;
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"Just look at me. Do I really need to explain?"
☞ Black hair. Tan skin. Blue eyes. All prominent features of Jasmine's, all enviable. Starting from the top and going down: Black hair cascades down her back, almost to her lower back. It's usually in waves, only sometimes will wip

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ;;
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"I have piercings, yes, and a little secret tattoo."
☞ Though her parents despise this, she does have some piercings. Her ears are double pierced and she does have her left cartilage pierced. They also despise her belly button ring, but they've come to terms with of all these. She did originally want her nose pierced, but they were highly against this, so she finally settled for these. Unbeknownst to them, she has a small tattoo on her right hip. It's a little indian symbol, one that she adores. They are unaware of this, for they would probably blow a gasket. This is when you learn to keep secrets.

sᴛʏʟᴇ ;;
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"I dress how I want."
☞ Jasmine, as said before, is very feminine. She likes dresses and skirts, along with pretty blouses, etc. Sometimes, and only sometimes, will you see her in ripped jeans or t-shirts. Never will you see her in sweats. Ever. She is very picky about what she wears, since it does have to match her personality, at least for her. wip

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;
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"If you really want to know, then just meet me."
☞ here

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ғᴀᴄᴛ ;;
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"I love singing....and clothes."
☞ Since Jasmine is very picky about what she wears and what not, she has come to love clothes and designing her own. Almost everyone knows this, so it's not that random. What is random is that she loves to sing. No one knows this, unless they're really close to Jasmine. It's not common knowledge, and she'd like to keep it this way.

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ;;
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"My family is so demanding. It's tiring."
☞ Having strict parents isn't the only family figure Jasmine has to deal with. Her grandmother thinks Jasmine needs her input as well, and it's even worse than her parents. Being an only child, you would think that would make life easier. Well, it doesn't. With no one else for their attention to be on, it's all focused on Jasmine and her flaws.

sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ;;
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"Single and not ready to mingle."
☞ Though she is single, guys here are just too predictable and demanding. They think all girls are helpless and think they're needed for everything. Well, not her. If a guy can prove to Jasmine that they don't think she's helpless and let her be herself, she might then consider them. People all think she's uptight and a feminist, but to her this is al truth. She doesn't want ot feel as if she can't do anything herself. Call it pride, if you will.

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;;
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"I'm straight as a ruler."
☞ Jasmine is indeed, straight. She doesn't have anything against homosexuals or bisexuals, she just is straight herself. She likes guys, when they're not trying to feel like a helpless little girl.

ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏɴs & ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғғs ;;
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"I hate it when guys try to do everything for girls, thinking they're helpless."
☞ here

♐♐ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ.

| k a d e | - | e i g h t e e n | - | the a r r o g a n t one |

Kade Martin Evans. Cool name, isn't it? That's what he thinks, especially when girls comment on it. His parents, Harold and Rebecca Evans, knew from the beginning that he would be a character, so he needed an unforgettable name. The name Kade just so happens to be unusual, so it works. When you hear the name Kade Evans, it usually makes you want to run. His parents didn't exactly mean for this to happen, but it's how their only child turned out to be. The name Martin came from his grandfather on his mother's side -n a name Kade is proud of. The reason why? His grandfather was exactly like him. Sad, I know. No one really knows why she named her son this, if she knew her father was like that, but it could be that she didn't know. When Kade tries to ask, he is usually met with a glare and her stalking away. Not exactly something he wants to deal with, what with his mother being scary when mad.

here

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With Kade being the arrogant jerk everyone hates, he surprisingly does have a love life. He has quite a few exes, many assume they broke up with him. He is basically the arrogant jerk that everyone wants to hate, but somehow can't. He's irresistible in a way, and continues to have his way. Kade isn't the type to really have a crush; he mostly just flirts with every girl that suits his preferences. Sad, I know, but this is who Kade is. He sees women as objects, and he wants to make them his, and if this does work at first, it doesn't last long. Basically, yes Kade has exes, but no one really knows how he got them to date him. Well, actually, it's not really dating, more like one night stand or just for the week. It's hard for him to take any of the girls seriously.

Ⓒ of the form goes to me
Ⓒ of the idea goes to shay&&&
Ⓒ of the pictures go to their rightful owners
Ⓒ of this character goes to me

[- serendipity]

see pg. eight c:

[carrie dee.]

{ Some announcements:

1)The dorm rooms have been posted; tell me if there are any problems/changes you'd like to make. If someone in your room isn't taken yet, just say that they're a late arrival to the school.

2) I added a friends & enemies section on the character list; check it out. Any questions? Please, I encourage you to PM me. ^-^

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Thanks guys! Happy posting. }

[baestille]

Daniel had already emptied himself into the school, his face was simply, smirked, ready to comeback at any comment. Daniel was used to this. Summer was interesting. It went by like a breeze. The girls, the parties, the fun. It was fun. It always was. During times, though, he was soft, lazy and just chill. He would relax and just hang with his friends. Yet now school was back. It was back in session, and quite frankly he wanted the bell to ring. He wanted to get moving again. He wanted to mess with people. He wanted to have even more fun that last year.

He was a burnout, and he didnt really care. In his opinion, this school was great. It gave him a place to go out on himself, and be himself. It was as if he was at home. This was his home. The young man had shaken the thoughts out of his head. His friends, weren't here yet, just like him, they were lazy. Sometimes. They all had different opinions, but they stuck with them. No girls to sas, and no completely over dramatic guys either. It was good. Almost perfect.


The boy may be in the bottom 'group' at the school but he was still looked up upon. His mischievous-ness, has gotten him into to trouble sometimes, but his smart mind got him out of it. Literally. He would work himself out trouble. Like a prince or something. He never would want to a prince though. In his head, to prissy and sh*t. By the time Daniel cleared his thoughts, he had to run a hand through his hair. He must be here early, because he only could see October, a girl who he put up with, because she wasn't all that, April, who was okay, but she and her friends can get on his nerves, but him and his friends got on theirs, Evangeline, who was fine in his thoughts, but because she'd put up with him sometimes, Will, who was sorta, a hot tempered guy, but is chill when your on his good side, and James, whos a total, good guy, with the adventurous and sometimes hilarious attitude, and Daniel is fine with him, especially because, James just as fine with him or so he thinks, and Isabelle, who sorta quiet and doesn't really bother Daniel. Again caught up in his thought Daniel found himself a dorm room which he'd call him own, and claimed a bottom bunk, throwing his suit case onto it with a thunk.

Daniel started shoving his clothes into the drawer. His pillow, which only he slept on, no other pillow was laid down, and he pushed his suit-case under the bed, and took off his shirt, replacing his bare chest with a plain white t-shirt which stuck to his body delicately, but his hands which streached it a bit, forced it to become, baggy, and his shorts which he wore, were fine, just with a little dirt. His hands grabbed his phone, and sent out a text to his friend, Hayden, who which he was closet with, because their thought were pure evil sometimes, and they were friends, who could think not? You better hurry Hayden, im stuck with girls and a hot head. his fingers pressed the send button, and he slid his phone into his pocket, and walked out of the dorm. Dorm eight to be exact. He walked towards the back door of the school, and found the list of rooms, and the people who was in them. Dorm eight. - -Phillip,Will and himself. Great. Jocky, and hot head. This is going to be a great year. He was fine with his dorm of course, yet it would've been better with a friend or two. Yet the school believes in fair, and if it was like that, it would be very fair.

Daniel only smirked, and his eyes rolled once before he started wondering the school and letting his thoughts flow through once again.

October passed by a smirking Daniel, who gave a look of acceptance, which sorta gave her a good feeling about the beginning of the year. Her back-pack clung to her body which was covered with a orange tank top and a light october red, crop top which fell to her mid stomach, allowing her to move freely, and her skinny black jeans made her look as if she was moving swiftly with grace. She would be wearing shorts and her normal shirt stuff which she was wearing now, but shorts were packed in the suit case which was being pulled behind her with her hand clutching the handle. Before she could just walk into any dorm, she wanted to see who was walking into that dorm with her. Her body turned towards the back door.

Tinkerbell, Isabelle, October, Maleficent. Oh God. No. Maleficent has been such a b*tch to her. Oh god. Just no. Isabelle and Tinker bell weren't really hand on hand so, October would love to see this, yet Isabelle and Tinkerbell, were her friends. It was just her. It always was. Maleficent. Such a brat, a popular little rat. October had to roll her eyes at this. This was fair. They wouldn't of made unfair. That be odd, and unlike the people who worked here, and at least shed get to have a good year with her. Maleficent, being late anyways. Her face was flushed with a white tone and she turned towards dorm four, and shimmed her suit case and her frail body into the door way, and into the sunny room.

The glare from the window was strong and her hands struggled with closing it. The blind shut with a snap. And her face instantly regained her soft tan, and chilling hazel eyes returned to a sharp sunny glare. Her hands threw the suit case onto the bottom bunk which she would now claim as her own, and her hand began taking out the clothes folding them, and placing them in a drawer. Her face was soft and after she was done, her body got up and she started out the door and down the stairs. Travel time. She started for the classroms, letting the memories flood through, and enclose her mind in good, and wretched thoughts. How was she going to last through another school year. All she could think was, someone, ram into me now, and lets get this started. As she flew herself outside into the windy garden, her hair blew gently behind her and she smiled softly, smelling the sweet aroma of strawberries and lemons, which mad it smell like summer, pink lemonade.

Her eyes fluttered open again and her nose took in a deep breath of sweet smelling air, and how much as it reminded her of the smell of the redwood forest which she spent most of her summer camping in. The trees seemed to move with her almost, and she only smiled more. She walked around the garden for a few minutes. Her smile stayed clear and she would stop and stare at the sky as if she was waiting for something, and still she didn't know what. That's when she got hit with a cool breeze, which forced her into reality of the fact that summer was gone. The leaves have started to fall, and the their color was changing, almost back to a dead yet in beautiful simplistic way. She back tracked, and walked back inside, and let her mind continue with the thoughts about the year.

Would she be able to last again, within the crazy happiness, and yet the horrid thoughts that were put into her head. Yet this girl was not going to let anyone get in her way. She was serious. No way. She was going to speak her mind and she already has, to her self at least. She walked over towards the dorms again and found Evaline with her stuff falling down the stairs. "Looks like school starts off amazing again." she said witha chuckle and began to help getting her stuff back. Thats when school really began. When her friends started coming and she could be free again.

"Hey, Evaline, how was summer." October and Evaline have been friends for a year or so, and she said that October herself was like Pocahontas, and she only shook off the thought, and Evaline herself, reminded October of Lady, from the move Lady and the Tramp. How ineresting. How exquisite. How odd.

{{ Out Of Cookies ;; Im sorry this sucks. It'll get better as soon the roleplay starts, and Inde, I think that October is a her not him XD}}

[gizmo,]

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тαɢƨ? ☛ Evangeline, October, April

Summer was perfect. It as carefree, and perfect. Beaches, bikinis, parties, socializing; it had everything Jasmine loved, and more. But then school had to start and ruin it all. Walt D Academy wasn't too bad -after all, there were only like, what? 30-some-odd students? It made people close, and it made people enemies. It was a love/hate relationship for many, including herself. But the school wasn't what she wanted - freedom. With school, Lillian expected so much of them. Lillian was their step mom; Lillian Disney, to be exact. She wasn't exactly a step mother, more likens guardian. But an amazing one at that.

Stepping foot into Walt D. Academy, Jasmine's mind was flooded with memories of her first year there. Of showing up on Lillian's doorstep to the moment the doors opened to this academy. It was brilliant, with vivid colors and exquisite detail. A designer with an eye for detail like herself had to notice this, as she was very meticulous about these things. Coming back to reality, Jasmine found herself standing outside of her dorm room. Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion, for how did she know where her room was? Before she could really step anywhere near her room, she heard voices coming from inside. Perhaps they were her roommates? Eager to find out, she stepped into the doorway, her blue eyes taking in the exchange between obvious friends. Am I interrupting? she asked, a humorous tint to her words. She flashed them a quick smile, before stepping into the room with her bags. She knew who they were: Evangeline and October. They were gorgeous in their own right, everyone knew. They were actually pretty cool, Jasmine knew. At least the weren't part of the Alphas, she always said.

Stepping further into the room, Jasmine evaluated the room. A chandelier was in the center of the ceiling, and the walls were intricately beautiful. Everything here was beautiful. It seemed almost like a movie, with everything as props and they were the toys. Shaking her head slightly, ridding herself of the silly thoughts, she set her stuff down on the floor, unsure which bed she had. Looking to the girls, Which bed is yours? Or are we just waiting till everyone gets here? She asked, gesturing to the two beds and pull out couch. Before she could say anything more, her phone buzzed, alerting her to her new text. Quickly pulling her iPhone out, she read the text and smiled, texting back just as quick. It was a text from April, sent to all of their little group.

to: April<3
i just found my room. apparently rooming with Evie, which is cool meet you and the others in your room? -xxx
from: Jasmine

Slipping her phone into her brown boots, Jasmine, turned to October and Evie and smiled, crossing her arms over her blue dress. So, she began, looking at each of them to let them know this was a question for them both, how was your summer? Standing there, in her blue dress with her brown boots, gold trident earrings and ring, she felt like herself. Summer was amazing, yes, but she truly didn't feel like her until she was back in this building, with all of her besties, dressed to the max in all her favorite designs. It made her confidence boost, knowing her black wavy hair stood out against her turquoise-blue dress and brown accessories. Her tan skin was a perfect match to the color of the dress and blended in slightly with the brown boots that she so adored. All in all, it was a great outfit for the first day back.

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тαɢƨ? ☛ wip

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[indefinite,]

{{@huntress; hahaha i know. in lady and the tramp, lady helps to look after the baby named jr, and in this roleplay i'm having him stage as her little brother. its jr who said that october reminded him of pocahontas, and thats where evangeline began to get the idea of the whole disney thing [ don't worry finn. evangeline thinks its stupid that she's even thinking about it and will never guess]. believe me, i knew she was female xD finishing up my post now. }}

[baestille]

{{@huntress; hahaha i know. in lady and the tramp, lady helps to look after the baby named jr, and in this roleplay i'm having him stage as her little brother. its jr who said that october reminded him of pocahontas, and thats where evangeline began to get the idea of the whole disney thing [ don't worry finn. evangeline thinks its stupid that she's even thinking about it and will never guess]. believe me, i knew she was female xD finishing up my post now. }}

Oh okay, I read t wrong sorry xD and I edited my post to go with Evaline dropping her suit case . Lol.

[indefinite,]

{{ oh, huntress xD she was thinking back on the first time she came to the academy and her suitcase broke. she was taking procautions this time to make sure it didnt happen again xD dont go though and edit though, lets just pretend she met her up at her dorm room like your first edit because, well, i dont feel like editing xD }}

тαɢѕ αɴyoɴe? }}. october.

ＥＶＡＮＧＥＬＩＮＥ ＢＲＯＷＮ.----ʷʰᵒ ᶰᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ﹖ ---- ı po˙
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ｃｈａｒｒｉｅ;; lady - lady and the tramp.

ｏｕｔｉｆｔ;; standard outfit. it's just a leather
jacket, jeans, and a floral tshirt.

ｍｏｏｄ;; rather excited, actually. the wide grin
apon her face is surely unmistakably filled with thrill.

ｒｏｏｍ;; dorm room three. her roommates are alice,
jane, and jasmine. she currently only knows jane.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; nobody quite this second. she isnt really
searching though. soon, perhaps.

ｄｏｉｎｇ;; getting reaquainted and unpacked.

i felt like a dog. i've been worked like a dog. but i didnt mind, that being like a dog as well. like a dog having bore pups, my parents were quick to ship me off as soon as i was 'old enough to find a good home'. i didnt quite understand why they thought boarding school was a good home, but i wasnt really willing to agrue with someone who's clamied to have been there and seen everything. at first i didnt really want to go. who would watch over the baby? with mom and dad always taking road trips and everything. i would yet to understand why they let aunt sarah babysit and bring her stupid cats along. jr. couldnt possibly be safe with this pesky siamese twins scrambling about. and my friends, jack and tristy? the two were foolish without me around. but when i pulled into walt d. academy, i'd had this strange hunch that i belonged here.

first year passed with a blur. i couldnt help but laugh at the strange, deja vu i'd been experiencing all year. i couldnt put a finger on it, but everyone at the school reminded me of someone i knew, some people actually. jr. said that the closest of my new found friends, october hewitt, reminded him of pocahontas from the disney movies, but i told him in a profound manner that i didnt see it, when i actually kind of did. i'd even explained to her so, but in the back of my thoughts i figured it was too unreal to exhist. i never did figure it out, and still to this day i cant get over this strange familiarity. oh, this day. the day my second year of my life at the academy begins. i found myself dropped off by the library, which looked like the library from beauty and the beast, walking down the grand staircase, which looked like the one from sleeping beauty, duffelbags swung over my shoulders, suitcase in hand. i decided to carry all my things rather than drag them. the last time my suitcase handle broke and literally, all my things went downhill from there, or in my case, downstairs. i was one to learn from my mistakes, and if that meant my hand cramping up in the process, so be it.

i found my dorm room easily. bottom floor, third door from the enterance. the place was magnificent, and so i guessed, the longer you stayed at walt d. academy the better treatment you recieved, or was i just under illusion i was being pampered too much? that would be understandable. i had an easy life back home but this was extensive, minus the school work. i guess it was the price to pay when in an academy. the room may have been small, which was understandable, but the furnature was the real eye catcher. the beds were on lifted wood from the main carpet, each pushed into their own little corner. the beds were large, queen sized i guessed, with wide frames and lace curtains dangling down the sides. the looked just like the type you saw in disney princess movies, and i, normally being prone to roll my eyes whenever i saw that in a normal bedroom, became flushed with excitment. i sat on my bed, me being first in the room i decided to wait to unpack before my new roommates arrived. then we could decide who got which bed. i didnt want to make an enemy out of those i was doved to share a room with for the rest of the year. i looked around the room instead of unpacking. in the square of the ceiling held a glass chandelier. it reminded me of the one in beauty and the beast.

thoughts began to unravel within my mind. the bedrooms, the library, the staircase, the whole school. disney themed. wow, the founder of the school must have really been a major disney fan. who would have guessed those animation films would have reached the hearts of both young and old people? i didnt think much of the subject. october suddenly became present within my dorm room, and yet another burst of enlightened feelings swarmed my chest. butterflies, the ones you get before a roller coaster begins. "my, october. you havent changed a bit." i announced, her commentary and voice so familiar i didnt even have to turn around; but i did, anyways. she was still as breathtaking as always. wasnt everybody at this school? her hair was a soft brown, sunkissed skin a darker shade of tan with the chandelier's lighting hitting her. she wore a prized grin. and with the window of the dorm room open, her hair swirled with the light breeze. pocahontas flashed within my mind.

i felt childish, rushing over to extend my arms in a warm embrace. in my head, i figured doing so would make me seem as graceful as they did in the movies, but i knew i looked pathetic. that was the good thing about the academy though. though we were here for talent purposes, we all didnt need to act so much. i looked at her, expression so pitiful i could just image how october would laugh. "exquisite, though i'm thrilled to be back. what about you, toby? anything as remotly interesting?" i threw in the light nickname, feeling my vocabulary was a bit too formal for this light exchange between friends. but change was hard to come by, and therefore, my vocabulary was always of the higher literacy level. odd, but most people seemed to look past it, inspite my willingness to change for their own enjoyment of the conversation. being raised that way, i knew what it was like to be apart of a conversation and have no idea what it was about, by means of the intense verbage.


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тαɢѕ αɴyoɴe? }}. nobody.

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ｃｈａｒｒｉｅ;; beast - beauty and the beast.

ｏｕｔｉｆｔ;; standard outfit. it's just a cotton,
white t-shirt, fawn flannel, and jeans.

ｍｏｏｄ;; actually, he appears to be unamused.
must be his situation.

ｒｏｏｍ;; dorm room eight. his roommates are
phillip and jafar. he currently knows no one.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; nobody quite this second. he isnt really
searching though. soon, perhaps.

ｄｏｉｎｇ;; just getting himself unpacked, exploring
the campus. nothing too interesting.

working on soon. for now i'm just going to leave him blank, have him fumbling around his dorm room because honestly, i havent the slightest idea what to write for him. please, anyone write a post involving him and i'll be happy to reply. i adore this character too much to let him go unused. sorry for the inconveniance.

[shudder]

Hayden Angelis

Hayden entered the room, slightly surprised that no one else was there. Empty beds, no bags, no sound. A burnout made it to the dorm room before two jocks and a new kid? Hayden paused for a moment, thinking about it. Maybe it wasn't all that surprising he beat a new kid. Probably got lost or something. The thought was enough to make him laugh a bit as he claimed one of the bottom bunks and threw his bags down on it. The guy leaned down to unzip his duffel bag, feeling the loose black t-shirt he wore move a little. Pair that with jeans, he really didn't see a need to get all dressed up for the first day. Or any day, for that matter. Not that he left home without something presentable, if the need ever arose. As he pulled out shirt after shirt, the sound of something falling to the ground caught his attention. Finding out what it was only made him roll his eyes. A toy car. You know, the plastic ones you get out of cereal boxes and end up loosing - misplacing, as his sister would call it - or ignoring, since they're not all that interesting anyway. No doubt, one of his younger siblings got into his bag. As usual. That was one of the upsides of school starting back up - getting the hell away from home. Sure, he had friends there, parties, knew the area and people, but being the oldest with multiple younger siblings was something he always wanted a break from.

Hayden picked up the toy and threw it towards the trash can, just barely making it in. He snorted. Never said he was a basketball player, right? He had just finished putting away all his things before his phone buzzed. You better hurry Hayden, im stuck with girls and a hot head. Hayden laughed, almost ignoring the text to let Daniel suffer in silence (it'd make a funny story, he figured) but finally decided not to leave him hanging. How long had he been here, anyway? Hayden never saw him when he walked in. Then again, he hadn't seen many people, friends or otherwise. More than likely everyone else had already made it to their rooms by the time he got here. Hm. A little bit of a downer, but whatever. Sorry, princess. He rolled his eyes, suppressing a joking smile while the text sent. He'd find a way to make that nickname stick one day. Hayden shoved his phone in his pocket, zipping his bag up and kicking it under his bed.

It wasn't all that bad. Hayden didn't have anything against jocks, seeing as they typically weren't as cunning as a burnout and therefor no competition. At the same time, they were pretty funny, and everyone could use the entertainment now and then. Plus, he was rooming with two of them. Might as well find a way to get along. This new kid situation was interesting, though. Hayden wasn't expecting to see some muscled soon-to-be jock with a basketball under one arm and an attractive girl hanging onto the other. He didn't like to give people the benefit of the doubt or get his hopes up. Hayden pictured some tiny scared kid stumbling in. If he came at all. Smirking a little, he figured the new guy would just be one more person he could get something out of at one point or another. After all, what's mine is mine and what's your's is mind if I can take it, right?

Hayden walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He already knew the majority of his new roommates and wasn't worried about anyone moving his stuff or taking anything. It wasn't as if this was their first year again. The last one went by pretty fast, now that he thought about it. Everyone kind of found their little group and stuck with it like their lives depended on it. Chaos probably would ensue if everyone left their cliques. Hayden ran a hand through his hair, looking around the hallways that were oddly devoid of familiar faces. A little havoc could do this place good. As if he were having an actual conversation, he found himself nodding at his own thought.

"And how are you on this fine morning?" Hayden teased rather loudly, spotting Daniel down the hallway. Hayden didn't really have any shame when it came to embarrassing friends, but figured there was no one in the hallway to see them anyway. Unless he was just oblivious. Eh, it'd been done. It was getting kind of boring around here anyway.

[posing for Esmerelda soon.]

[carrie dee.]

__➽ ʲᵃᶰᵉ-•-ᵉˡᶤᶻᵃᵇᵉᵗʰ⁻ˡᵒᶰᵈᵒᶰ-•-ᵖᵃʳᶜᵉˡ_________ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ / ᵉᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᵉᶰ / ˢᶤᶰᵍˡᵉ / ᵒᵘᵗᶠᶤᵗ___

__❝ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵃˡ ᶤᶰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒᶰᵉˑ ❞_____ᵗᵘᶰᵃᵍᵉ : ʰᵃˡˡᵉˡᵘʲᵃʰ ⁻ ʳᵘᶠᵘˢ ʷᵃᶤᶰʷʳᶤᵍʰᵗ_____

__→ ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ : ᵈᵃᶰᶤᵉˡ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵃʸᵈᵉᶰ_____ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ : ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ____

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__❝ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖʳᶤᶜᵉˑ ❞_______ᵗᵘᶰᵃᵍᵉ : ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵉᵃᶰ ⁻ ᵐᵃᵗᶜʰᵇᵒˣ ₂₀___

__→ ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ : ᶰᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵃˢ ᵒᶠ ᶰᵒʷ_______ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ : ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ__

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