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[[OOC: I am so so so so sorry. D: I hadn't meant to disappear for so long, I just found myself tied up in all this work I've had to do this week. I'll try to post more consistently now!]] The strange faced form didn't seem able to cease its compulsion to follow her, it just kept falling to its...

Despite her brisk walk and hurried notions, she'd slowed considerably with a glance slightly cast to the side. Cold felt this strange being following her, like a physical presence that ebbed away at her. If she could place a name for an emotion she'd like to portray, it'd be irritation. Why was...

"Common interest. I care not for your feelings. I will be going." In one ear, out the other, the cold and methodical female form simply slid to the side with a small breeze of chill in the wake of her movement. Despite the obvious appearance of the cold, there were no further dramatics...

Not once did her face so much as flinch in the sign of remorse, or irritation, or anger. She simply watched. The shimmering pink of her lips motionless, and her eyes not so much as blinking. Instead, she opened her mouth at the end of his words with a small exhale of a frosty breath that...

Her own footsteps, repition. They were something of a methodical gait instead of a normal, natural movement; timed in its own essence and unnatural, its methods seemed to bear. Brisk and methodical, her steps carried her down the hallway, seeking and wishing to find to lay to rest the second...

Her steps halted upon not the shimmer of air beside her but, the crickling crack of her icy footprints behind her. If frustration were something she could appropriately convey, it would have shown upon the beautifully crafted features. Yet instead, Cold made an effort within herself to stifle...

(OOC: Yes, my apologies for that. I had made a mistake and went to edit it but somehow could not fix it, so I deleted it with the intention to repost it but, found that I got carted away before I could.)

Yes, I can redo. And don't worry, I wish not to. Though the reason she is attending the school is because she cannot control them. Name: Cold Age: No actual age, but looks to be in her late teens. Gender: Female Year: 3rd Unknown Type: Doll Skills/Powers: Possession of wintry...

The temperature dropped within the main entrance, chill setting in to the point of teeth chattering degree. Where the doors lay closed, a small sheet of dripping frost began to envelop the minsicule crack where the wooden surfaces parted, a crickle and crack like that of hardening ice beginning...

Lovely. It's a great way to start my time on this site.

How quaint. Does one start writing as soon as they're accepted?

Flakes as fluffy as feathers but chilled as ice greeted the area upon only a small, selected spot, the tip of a broken building's crumbling roof. Frost patterned its way along the gravely stone in a faint circle, building up slowly and gingerly until a form similar to that of a human shape began...

Is this place still accepting?