Interaction: @GoldenSlime @Fatalis
"Nothing a piece of brown gold can't help" she said. "There's got to be a vending machine here or something", she looked around, before turning to Axel as for confirmation. "And does not this place got to have at least a nurse? It's filled with medicated...
Quotes: "May I offer a sarcastic comment on the house?"
Name: Lucas Snow
Alias: Luke
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Zodiac: Awesome
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: straight
Appearance: Standing in on 189cm, this guy's most prominent feature is a constant playful smile. He is not the fittest, but he is...
«holy cow”, Millie mumbled distressed. “Are you okay? Are they?” The last question was to Axel. “Shall I go and find somebody? Or water? Or chocolate? Or ... anything?” What in the heavens was going on?
@GoldenSlime @Fatalis
“Oops”, she said, looking at the mess of limbs and groaning on the floor. “You are too graceful, Axel”. This time she could not help the smile breaking out on her face. It was not a evil one, she just enjoyed simple humour.
@GoldenSlime
She forced herself not to laugh, and camouflaged the outburst as a cough. "First and foremost starving, then Axel? You sound like my kind of guy", she said, trying to keep her voice neutral. "I'm Millie. And I have no clue. I was hoping you knew".
Millie headed out of her room, hoping to detect the smell of food and then follow it. The problem was just that the rehab smelt like... well, a rehab. It was this weird combination of teens and medicine, and certainly not anything edible. As well as having the scent of a rehab, it had the...
Oh well, Millie thought, at least there would be food. She went to her room and put on a white t-shirt and just quickly splashed some water on her face. She liked the careless look, and she liked who little effort and time she had to put in for it. She hoped they had spaghetti for dinner, and...
«How insulting”, I huffed. “Don’t she know we always look our best? Or that rehabs are one of the few places where there one is pjs are expected attire”.
@GoldenSlime
«Millie, or Milliepad if you are my father”, she said, with a slight smile on her lips. “Loving your aesthetics by the way. And I don’t know. That’s actually what I am looking for myself. My life would be empty without snackbreaks”. She tried to see if she remembered anything about Ash, but...
Avalane shrugged. “Oh, I can list up a bunch of things. Risks are good for a second of rush, but that you can get from other things”. She could not help but glance at his fingers, which looked amazingly normal, except their movements. They were rapid, yet elegant. He definitely his way with...
Millie continued her search for a snack and/or somebody who wasn’t having an emotional breakdown. This wasn’t the easiest quest for somebody in a rehab
Form: moon
Name: Avalane McAllister
Age: 17
Sexual orientation: Bi, but leaning towards straight
Department: Music
Club (optional): Tried out for glee-club, but discovered team-singing was not for her
Appearance (realistic/description) : photo attached
Personality/Backstory: Ava has an...
«Sure thing doll», Millie said and shrugged. “Hit me up if you need a hitman or something” She continued her quest for some snack by walking down the hall
“No I did not”, Millie said, wanting to leave the whole thing, yet make sure that the girl was in good hands. “I only suggested a break, for starters”. Dealing with uncomfortable situations was not her forte
@Billie Vehemence
@Nefelibata726
“Wow, that’s the best reaction I have ever gotten for a compliment. I should give them to you more often”, Millie said jokingly, starting to feel a little stressed for that the girl suddenly would just hyperventilate or implode or something that would require knowledge Millie most certainly did...
Millie stepped outside her room, hoping to sneak some food from ... anywhere really. Instead she was greeted with muffled sniffling in the hallway. She looked across and discovered the only possible source of the sound; a teal-haired girl. Millie was no master in comforting, rather the opposite...
Avalane hummed softly on a children's song, staring dreaming into the air and swinging her feet just a few centimetres off the ground. She listened distractedly to Khalil's voice but did not put in any extra effort to distinct the words from each other