Realistic or Modern Green Coast University (Accepting)

[Meek]

Four shrill bells ring out across the Green Coast campus. It can be heard from the main entrance, alerting everyone that the school has opened. This is also the bell declaring that parents should be clearing out the campus. It's a warm day in August, and the usually empty parking lot is packed with parents, students, and shiny black rental cars. It's Sunday morning, the day before the school year begins. This day is reserved for students to gather their bearings and get a real feel for the campus by themselves. Teachers are roaming the school grounds in bright purple shirts, busy sending students in the right direction or collecting last minute signatures.


All facilities on campus are open and running, even the pool. Leaving campus is off limits to students until the next weekend. Classes will begin Monday morning, students should bring all materials they may need for their lessons.


((These colored posts from me will mostly be updates on school status, such as terms ending/starting or upcoming events. Just to help keep a general track of time.))

 

[insanitea]

FREYA ADELE MASON

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"Alright, bye. I love you, dad." Freya spoke softly as she hugged her father for one last time before she would enter Green Coast University. They were standing together in the parking lot, not wanting to let go. She shut her eyes as she rested her head in her father's shoulder. Pulling away, they said their last goodbyes. The two smiled at each other as he stepped inside of the car. The engine revved, and he backed up, rolling down the window and waving at her as he did so. Freya waved back, small droplets of tears forming in her eyes.


She let out a calming breath and gathered her boxes and luggage, beginning to make her way to the sign in front of the large school. She knew where she was going, considering the fact that she studied the map online until her eyes burned with exhaustion the previous night. Her heart fluttered as she arrived on the beautiful campus. Oak trees were scattered along the side of the building and in the massive area of grass that several students were sitting on. The warmth of the August air surrounded her while she walked to her dormitory. Nerves were gathering in her stomach as she came closer to her building.


Once she entered, Freya found her way to her room, Room Three, and unlocked the door before having to push it open with the side of her body because of the boxes she was holding. No one was inside yet, so she placed her belongings on the bed farthest to the wall in the corner. It was a nice room, and it smelled like peaches. She sat down on her bed, chewing her lip. Freya decided she was going to wait for her roommate before unpacking, and then she would make her way to the dance studio to check things out. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the cool wall next to her. This was going to be an interesting day.

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[Meek]

Leigh breathed in the scent of her mothers perfume one last time. She was trying to memorize it, to make a mental note for the times she knew she'd feel homesick. With a weak smile, she pulled away. Next, she looked at her brothers. Standing in a line from shortest to tallest, they looked like a real life time lapse image. She shook her head at their goofy faces.


"Oh, I'm going to miss you idiots so much!" She exclaimed, pulling her oldest brother into a tight embrace. The other four enclosed her in a rowdy group hug, as if they were football players huddling before a big game. Everyone was talking over each other, telling Leigh how much they'd miss her stupid face, or her annoying voice. She loved her brothers more than anything.


After the hug, her eyes were moist. She'd never been away from her family before. And now she'd be living a whole ocean away. They'd already helped her bring her bags to the front doors. They sat behind the large family, ready and waiting. Now all she had to do was let go.


"Okay, I'll turn around. And when I turn back around, you'll be gone." She covered her eyes with her freshly manicured hand and spun on her toes. "One..." She began. There was shuffling behind her. "Two... Three..." Quieter shuffling. "Four..." No more feet on pebbles. "... Five." When she spun around, she could barely make out the figure of her smallest brother in the crowd. He was frantically waving his last goodbye. She craned as high as she could, waving back at him until he disappeared completely.


With a corner of her mouth turned downward, she turned back towards her large rolling luggage. The small, dark green bag contained everything from her laptop to her school supplies. The Lighter green bag held her clothes and toiletries. It weighed almost as much as her and stood up to her chest. Lastly, a small white, faux leather book bag. This contained personal items such as photos and notes from her friends back in the states. With a huff, she lugged all the bags through the dorm entrance. As far as she knew, she was rooming alone. She didn't know if she liked it that way yet. Maybe another presence would keep her from feeling lonely.


As she entered the empty room, she noticed a girl had entered the room next to hers. She hoped the girl would be a good neighbor. Leigh dropped her bags on the floor beside the bed farthest from the door. As soon as the pressure released, her arms gave an angry protesting ache. She rubbed her arms as she thought her next move out carefully. Then, with quiet feet, she left her room to knock on door 3.


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[Tsiwentiio]

"Carry your own stuff" Nathan yelled to Ryan,

Nathan was really excited to be here, of course he would miss his parents, aunt and cousin but he needed to be here. Because Ryan and Nathan were roommates and lived under the same roof for the past 10 years most of their things were just packed in together. He never had to worry about Ryan taking his clothes cause he was a good size or two bigger than Ryan. "My stuff is your too bro" Ryan said as he approached the building where their dorms would be, Ryan was probably just as excited as Nathan was, plus he couldn't picture rooming with anyone else. Nathan's father and mother were both carrying a bin with their shoes and some other random stuff and Ryan's mother and little sister were carrying their suit cases and duffel bag. Once the approached the room with the number 21 on it, Ryan unlocked the door and looked around "Not as terrible as I thought" he said out loud as he walked towards the window, "I call this side" he said placing his book bag on the bed and grabbing the suit case from his mother, who hasn't stopped crying since Ryan found out he was accepted to the school. "This is a nice place boys" Nathan's mother said as she walked into the room, placing the large blue bin on the floor. She looked back to see her husbands expression "Not too small " he said placing the bin next to the other one. Nathan always had a tiny room so to him the room was huge. Nathan's mom started placing the sheets on his bed, Ryan's mom did the same. After a few minutes it was time for them to leave, both Ryan and Nathan's moms were crying but they were able to let go and get into the truck and drive off "well this aught to be fun " Ryan said as he playfully punched his cousins arm, the two turned back and headed back towards the dorms​

 

[AviouslyPTX]

"Maman je serai bien, je le promets. Je t'aime. (Mom I'll be fine, I promise. I love you)." Avril smiled as she pulled away from hugging her mother and looked at her. "I'll call you later," she adds and kisses her cheek before making sure she had her things. She watched as her mother left and took a deep breath before she headed into the building. So far, it was nice. Really nice. She went straight to her room. It was a decent size. Enough for her and a roommate. Placing he guitar on the bed and laying her suitcase down on the floor. Deciding she could explore the building, she smiled and walked out as she began looking around. Placing her headphones in and turning up the music, she began singing along to Lost In Paradise by Evanescence as she looked around a bit more.​

 

[NightSky]

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Alyssa climbs out of the car, even though she was excited to be perusing her dreams this was the moment she had been dreading. She waits for her dad to take out her white and black floral print suitcase, he puts it down on the floor comically as if it is really heavy. Alyssa lets out a little giggle.


"I'm going to miss you squirt." Her dad ruffles her hair smiling but with a hint of sadness in his eyes.


She hugs him trying to hold back her tears. "I'm going to miss you too." She replies as she pulls back hearing the car door shut.


"I know you're going to be amazing." The little voice came from Kylie her younger sister. "You'll have your own wedding dress shop in no time." Alyssa looks at Kylie sadly and hugs her as well, this is the first time they would be apart since Kylie was born.


"I love you both so much." Alyssa says with tears in her eyes as waves to her family gets back into the car and drive off.


She turns to the school and takes a deep breath in a few tears rolling down her cheeks. There's no turning back now. She walks in through the doors to the dormitories with a map in her hand, she follows the route to room 1 and uses her key to get into her new room. She sees a guitar case on one of the beds in the room and guesses her roommate is in music. She wonders who her roommate could be while putting her suitcase onto her bed and opening it. She picks up the photos of her family and puts them on the wall next to her bed, hoping she won't get too homesick.

 

[insanitea]

FREYA ADELE MASON

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Although it felt like Freya had a knot twisted in her stomach from being extremely nervous, she was oddly relaxed sitting on her bed as she waited for her roommate. She placed one of her large duffel bags on the floor to find her pointe shoes in case the studio was empty, and if so, she was going to practice for a bit. After rummaging through the many items in her two dance bags, she finally found her pointe shoes and tossed them on the floor beside her, just as a knock on the door startled her. Freya's hands began to sweat, hoping that she wouldn't be awkward around whoever was behind the door. She let out a deep breath and crept to the door. Freya pulled it open, revealing a small, blonde girl.


"Hi." Freya greeted her while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, giving the girl a gentle smile.

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[Meek]

Leigh smiled as the door opened to a friendly face. She quickly took in Freya's appearance. Pretty, in shape. She could be an actress maybe, or even a dancer like herself.


"Hey," She replied to the girl. "Um, I'm Rileigh, or Leigh, "She added in the nickname quickly. "I saw you come in before I did. I'm staying right next door and I just wanted to break the ice." She informed the girl. She gave her another shy smile as she continued. "Thought it'd be a good idea to get to know the people I'll be living with for the next few years."


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[insanitea]

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"I'm Freya. You can call me Frey if you want, and it's nice to meet you." she beamed. "What are you majoring in?" Thank god, she thought. She wasn't stuttering, which was surprising. Maybe making friends here wouldn't be as hard as she thought it would be. Freya chewed her lip thoughtfully.


"Oh, and um, do you know if there's going to be an orientation or something today?" she asked, hoping the answer was no. She wanted to make friends, but was anxious in front of a lot of people, especially those she didn't know.

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[Meek]

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." Leigh replied. "I'm majoring in dance. Contemporary." She did a small Plié as if to reinforce her statement. She gave a chuckle. "So I hope you don't mind classical music. What about you?" Leigh hoped they'd have something in common, that was always the easiest way to make friends. Her old school was small, and she'd grown up with the same friends. There was rarely ever a situation in her life where she'd been alone.


"I haven't heard anything about an orientation. Let's hope not, though. That would be a major snores-ville." She used the word her youngest brother called anything that was school related.


(( @insanitea ))

 

[insanitea]

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"Oh my god, I'm majoring in ballet!" Freya exclaimed, happy to know that they shared a common interest; dancing. "And classical is one of my favorite genres of music." She pliéd back to Leigh, laughing a bit. She rose up from her position and folded her arms against her chest. A few other students passed by her door, laughing and chattering about. She watched them walk down the hallway and then turned back to Leigh.


"It's so nice to know another dancer here." Freya happily smiled at her. She was overly excited about having another dancer across the room, and she hoped that they would become friends.

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[Jecklyn]

Moe ignroed the bumps and jostles of the bus as she rode towards her new school, miles away from home. she had already said all her goodbyes a couple days before, as she left from the airport. she looked up as the name of the town rang out, seeing the sea beyond the buildings. she sighed, a smile across her lips as she gathered her messenger bag and stuffed backpack. She still had to catch a taxi to the actual school, as she still didn't feel confident enough around the town, even through she glanced at it through google street view. Grabbing her suitcase from under the bus, she waved to the driver, grinning broadly.


"See you on the way home!" she called, though she doubted they could hear her. it was a quick taxi ride to the front gates of the school, where Moe clutched her sketchbook close to her chest, her suitcase behind her. taking a deep breath, she opened the book with one hand, where she found the map she had stuck between the pages. following it, she made her way to the dorms, passing students and teachers alike. she grinned to each person, nodding a hello.


"Lets see... room, three? was it?" she paused, seeing two girls talking in a doorway. She glanced to the closed door beside her- room two. "Um, excuse me? is this room three?" she questioned the girls, fearful to break up their conversation.

 

[Meek]

Leigh raised her perfectly drawn eyebrows at Frey, excitement on her face. "Oh my gosh, that's so cool!" She said, laughing as Frey replied with her own plié. Suddenly she wondered just how many people had got into the university for dancing. The student body was supposed to be smaller than most, but that said nothing about a class size. "If you're not busy unpacking, we should totally go look around. This school is huge, I bet their studio is to die for."


Suddenly, there was another girl there beside them, she was holding a sketchbook. Leigh took a step back as the girl asked the room number. She was allowing her room to enter. "Hello," She said sweetly to the girl who looked a little shy.


(( @insanitea @Jecklyn ))

 

[delirious]

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Wesley has always been a person who finds a rather calming aura fall over him when he is able to stare aimlessly out a window as it blazes by the blurred greenery of the roadside. The gentle hum of calming acoustics that sounded from his onyx earbuds added to the overall easy vibe that had recently washed over him. It was odd to be in such a mental state, being that he was only minutes away from pulling into a school in which he would be returning to for yet another semester. You see, although the boy was rather athletic, he was not returning to some highly acclaimed boarding school that prided itself in its athletics department. Wesley simply wasn’t a man of sports, and although he felt that this disappointed some people, he simply couldn’t force himself to be someone he isn’t. Instead, the boy, who was rather tall for his age, gracefully ducked his head out of his mother’s suv as it pulled they to a university for the arts. It was a rather casual exchange between himself and his parents. He was never the child they really had to worry about, you see, and this being said, he has pretty much been independent from them since he turned sixteen. The only reason they were driving him now is because that is what normal families do, they drive their children off to expensive schools, and wish them bitter sweet goodbyes. Wesley turned to look at his parents over his shoulder, maybe to offer a faint tug of his lip to imitate a smile, but by the time his china blue eyes settled upon the scenery behind him, the silver suv had already sped down the driveway.


Green Coast University had to be one of his favorite places. Of course he didn’t particularly enjoy the common core school subjects that were included in the experience, it was the sheer focus and appreciation for the arts that really did it for him. He felt so at ease when the thought that he was surrounded by people who share his appreciation for the arts surfaced in his mind. His family simply didn’t understand that art was a huge aspect of his life, and he also often found himself thinking if they even really cared about his interests. Of course they had to at least care a little bit in order to pay for the hefty tuition, for, even with his scholarship that he received for the school, his family barely scraped by as it was, and paying for a boarding school was as impossible of a feat as walking across water. He appreciated the fact that at least his parents contributed what they could to his schooling, knowing that they were often preoccupied with his sister.


The walk to the dorms from the main building wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the moderately heavy bags that Wes had in tow. But there was simply no other way to make his traveling lighter, for he felt it was necessary to bring literally every single art supply he owned. While it wasn’t a lot compared to some other students that he may come across, sketchbooks and markers and pens and paints all add up when they are haphazardly thrown into a bag, and as he was climbing up the steps, he suddenly felt regret for bringing so many things. As the boy strode through the main hallway towards his room, which was at the very end of the hall. He happened upon three girls, one with rather intimidatingly perfect eyebrows and strikingly beautiful eyes, one with vibrant red hair, other with adorable freckles and the most blue eyes Wes had thought he had ever seen in his life. In a rather awkward effort, the boy attempted to nod at the girls, but after being so caught off guard by their presence, the boy found that he was tripping over his own feet. While he managed to keep himself on his feet, his bag of art supplies and the few sketchbooks that he had in his arms flew out of his grasp, exploding in a mass of papers on the hallway floor. Wesley looked down at his sketches of intricately drawn eyes and hyper-realistically drawn portraits strewn across the floor, and looked back up to the girls. He chuckled slightly, reaching his hand up to the back of his neck as he shrugged his shoulders. “Well, this wasn’t exactly how I thought it would go..” He stated matter of factly as he began to kneel down and try to quickly gather his papers. “You three wouldn’t mind helping me, would you?”
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[Tsiwentiio]

Ryan and Nathan

As the cousins were walking back inside to start unpacking, Ryan stopped "Hey let's stay out here, maybe meet some people" He held his arms out trying to persuade his cousin, "Fine" Nathan agreed and decided to walk towards one of the benches, he pulled out his phone, to see if he had any messages, the only ones were from his parents. Ryan sat down next to Nathan and looked at all the people walking into the dorms, "I hope they have parties here" Ryan said, he hadn't been to one in a while but figured that it would be an easier way to meet people.

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[Jecklyn]

Moe leaned over, noticing the little "3" on the door. she grinned, squeezing between the two girls to drop her stuff on the bed not taken up by stuff. she glanced around the room, noticing the shoes beside the other bed.


"Studio? You two are dancers?" she questioned, running her fingers over her sketchbook. she liked drawing people as they passed by on the street, maybe she'd love drawing dancers. if they allowed her, that was.

 

[Meek]

Leigh looks up from the girl with the sketch book, who had placed her stuff inside Freys room, towards a commotion. A charming looking boy had tripped over his own feet and dropped his things near the three. She held back a giggle by pressing her lips together. She knew that he might take it the wrong way. She was only laughing at the situation, not directly at the boy. Growing up with four brothers had taught her how to laugh. And to her mothers annoyance, how to laugh at the wrong time.


"No problem." She said to him. She knelt down, one knee on the ground as she started to collect the papers he had dropped. As she picked them up, she couldn't help but turn them so she could view the entire picture.


"Wow," She breathed. "These are really good." Even though her drawing skills where that of fancy stick figures, she knew art when she saw it. She was growing more and more impressed by the students here as the day ticked on.





(( @delirious@Tsiwentiio ))


((Why don't you come join our little group :3))

 

[AviouslyPTX]

Glancing around, Avril skipped around for a little longer before finally heading outside. She had seen the outside of the school for a brief moment before she had to go inside, but she didn't really get to bask in the beauty of it. Still practically belting out song after song, The blonde made her way straight to the lush grass. She knew she could definitely use it to relax. Tucking her phone away and making sure her headphones wouldn't fall out, Avril took a deep breath before starting off with a simple backflip, sticking the landing with only a little wobbling. It had been years since she had done cheerleading, but that didn't mean she couldn't pick it back up again. Besides, the training exercises were rigorous enough to tone her up like she wanted to be. Letting out a small sigh, Avril smiled as she began getting more comfortable with the simple stuff and went to start doing harder things much to her happiness.​

 

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"Definitely, that sounds great." Freya nodded her head in agreement to Leigh's question. A girl with extraordinarily red, curly hair suddenly approached them, asking her the room number.


"Yes, this is room three." Freya tried not to smile too much. She was just overjoyed to be meeting new people and smoothly interacting with them, which was uncommon for her. "You're my roommate!" Freya exclaimed. "I'm Freya, it's nice to meet you. Leigh and I were about to explore the campus, do you wanna come?" she offered to the girl who squeezed in between them to put her belongings away inside of the room. Just as she was about to respond to the girl's question, a beautiful, brown-haired boy with large glasses stumbled into the hallway, spilling papers across the floor. Freya's immediate reaction was to help him, and she bent down to pick up the scattered papers, which seemed to come out of a sketchbook. Insanely detailed sketches fluttered across the pages, and Freya gazed at them in wonder.


"These are, um, absolutely gorgeous, you're so talented." she agreed with Leigh's comment, mentally screaming at herself for stuttering, her face growing red with embarrassment. She stacked a pile of papers and handed them to the boy, giving him a slight smile and hoping it wasn't too weird. "I'm guessing you're an art major?"

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[NightSky]

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Alyssa finishes unpacking and pushes her empty suitcase under her bed and out the way. Feeling a little lonely she gets up and opens the door locking it behind her.


She looks down at her feet when she steps out into the corridor and sees a piece of paper with a drawing of an eye on it. Wow that's such an amazing drawing. She thinks to herself picking it up. Wondering who it belongs to she looks down the corridor to see a group of people around the next room, on the floor is some art supplies, figuring the drawing belonged to whoever dropped the rest of art supplies she walks over.


"Hey, this was on the floor by my room." She says holding out the picture hoping it belonged to someone there and she wasn't making herself look weird.

 

[Jecklyn]

"Did I hear art major?" Moe was in the hallway in a second, grinning broadly, sketchbook in hand. as she glanced over the pages scattered across the floor, her face dropped.


"Oh man, you're so much better than I am." she nearly pouted, quietly. all the same, she dropped to her hands and knees, helping to pick up the markers and pencils as the other girls helped with the drawings.

 

[delirious]

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Wesley found himself to be rather overwhelmed by the presence of so many strangers as his drawings seemed to flutter in slow motion towards the ground. The girls he had initially dropped his supplies in front of seemed eager enough to help him, to which he was grateful. One of the girls, the one with the defined eyebrows, commented on one of his sketches, to which Wes felt a pang of anxiety strike him. On a normal occasion, he would lash back at a person who even dared look at his drawings. Wes was a very personal guy, and as every other artist would understand, the pieces that are created in sketch books are kind of like diary entries. For the artist’s eyes only. But he watched in horror as several of the girls who had taken notice of his clumsiness flipped through the miscellaneous images that were strewn across the floor. Biting back a rude remark, Wesley attempted to take a deep breath as he gathered the papers in front of him. “Thank you. You’re too kind.” He offered respectfully in return. He gave a soft smile, which seemed to calm him a bit, as he shoved the papers he had gathered back into a random sketchbook. He must have looked like a lunatic with all the papers and the disorganization about him. He wondered if the girls that were around him currently were weirded out by him. The girl with the bright eyes and freckles agreed with the other girl’s remark, to which he bit his lip. Wes wasn’t accustomed to all the compliments and attention, and so he wasn’t quite sure how to react. Deciding that it couldn’t be worse than not reacting at all, Wes flashed a smile at the girl, making eye contact with her gorgeous sea green eyes. It was then that he accidentally brushed his own masculine hand against her small, soft feminine one, and immediately he retracted from the contact. “S-sorry.” He chuckled, continuing to look towards the ground as he began gathering his pens from the ground. The girl seemed to think nothing of it, asking in reassurance if he was indeed an art major. “No actually, I’m a dance major.” He stated solemnly, before giving a laugh and shaking his head. “Yes, I’m an art major, if you couldn’t tell by the disorganization or the lack of coordination.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he placed all of his pens in a pencil case.


A girl who he assumed had not been there for the initial spill of supplies snuck up behind him, uttering out a question of who’s drawing landed by her door. Wes turned to look over his shoulder and raised his hand, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a mess of the hallway. “That was me. Sorry ‘bout that. Won’t happen again.” He stated as he offered for her to place it in the neat pile of sketchbooks that lay beside him. Even as he assumed that no other people could possibly be willing to get involved in the mess, the girl with fiery red hair he had seen earlier commented on how he was better than her, to which he replied, “Oh, if you got into this school, I’m sure you couldn’t be that bad.” He offered reassuringly. He didn’t want to mention that these were only sketches that these girls were being exposed to. His actual pieces, that he had put effort in, had all been sold in order to help pay for tuition. Wes seemed to have gathered everything that he had clumsily mishandled, as he got to his feet. “Well ladies, I’m Wesley, and as you can see, I am a bit of a mess right now..” He stated, heaving his bag over his shoulder. “Now that you have all seen that I'm an art major, I feel it’s only fair that i know what all of you are majoring in.” He suggested friendly conversation, and he continued shoving pens and papers into his other backpack.

 

[NightSky]

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Alyssa smiles warmly. "Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I could help." She says as she crouches down to place the beautiful artwork in the pile of sketchbooks by his feet. She stands back up brushing her jeans.


"Nice to meet you Wesley." She says smiling. "I'm Alyssa, you can call me Aly if you want too," She pauses. "and I'm majoring in textiles." She adds a little quieter feeling slightly intimidated by the talent she had just seen, thinking hers was no where near the same standard.

 

[Jecklyn]

Moe grinned, bringing her sketchbook beside her head.


"art as well, though I'm more of a cartoony style." she explained, looking between the other three girls. "What about you guys? I'm assuming you two are dance majors, by those beautifully sculpted muscles, and those shoes by the bed, and your talk of what I'm guessing was a dance studio." she said it in one breath, before blinking, screwing up her mouth. she needed to stop running her mouth off. She was glad when the other girl spoke.


"Yes! Names! I'm Moe! Nice to meet!" again, she screwed her lips up, pausing before continuing. "Textiles? like, sculpting?"

 

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Freya and the others were cleaning up the papers in silence, when the boy accidentally brushed his hand against hers as they were sorting the art supplies messily scattered below them. Freya pulled away softly, and her hands became sweaty with anxiety. "It's okay." Freya nodded in response to his apology. She quickly became nervous and hoped that it wasn't noticeable. As the three continued to organize the sketches into a neat pile separate from the rest, Freya's roommate, who she had yet to learn the name of, popped out of their bedroom and asked about the boy being an art major. Freya laughed quietly at his sarcastic response. Once the papers were finally sorted, the boy introduced himself and asked about their majors.


"I'm Freya, and I'm a ballet major. I'm absolutely horrid at any other form of dance." she smiled gently at Wesley as he stood up, an action that Freya soon followed. Freya noticed that her British accent was shining through, which was something that she tried to avoid. Even though she resided in England, her parents were both American. As a child she caught onto their accent instead, although a British accent occasionally wove its way into some words. She brushed her hands against her jeans and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She observed those around her, becoming more relaxed as they continued their conversation.

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