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-- the lost king --
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r e i
-- the lost king --
Monday, 8 am. It's a start of a new school year at Walt Disney University. Students are starting to show up for the welcoming ceremony and the start of classes! Let's see how this year will pan out.
Like it says, it's the first day of university so your character should either be on the way to the university or be waking up in their dorms. (( moved in during the last few weeks of summer. )) Look at the dorm list that
Aero
so wonderfully had done. Make sure you have the right roommate and everything. Happy RPing!
KingofAesir
drummerboi
TheWaffleLord
. D O V E
Aero
PixieDust
revalia
Bellz
minajesty
Aero
so wonderfully had done. Make sure you have the right roommate and everything. Happy RPing!
KingofAesir
drummerboi
TheWaffleLord
. D O V E
Aero
PixieDust
revalia
Bellz
minajesty
drummerboi
Four Thousand Club
"Now Lucas when you enter this university i want you to have a woman with you. You're at that age when a man is thinking of finding himself a wife. Do you understand me." Lady Tremain ordered as her car stopped just outside the university. "yes mother I'll be sure to find a woman suitable for the Tremain Family" Lucas wondered what this university will be like. Will it be like his home where the people are pretty much douche bags? Or will there be people who are just peasants who can't get to his level of class? He walked out the car before his mother grabbed his arm and said. "Lucas does not fail me or I'll be sure you get the same treatment as Ella is that clear." Lucas nodded.
He walked towards the entrance of the university as he then looked around seeing who's there. once he saw the university he smiled as he thought that the university looked quite good in his point. of view. He walked in as he then asked the receptionist "um excuse me can I have my key to my room please" He said in a very condescending and smug way. He then got his key and started walking to his room. He was expecting a nice room all to himself. But when he saw that room he saw a room with three beds. He gritted his teeth expecting a room for himself of a man of his stature. He got out from his bag with what seems to be tape and taped a third of a room and made sure he had the biggest space of the room.
Wilber Was in the car with Miss roe along with little Kenny. He turned to his side seeing the university as he smiled. But he had to admit he was a little nervous "You'll be fine Will dear. I called your parent's and they should be coming to visit you about next month to check up on you. You know Will taking care of you since you were in school your like a second son to me. Make sure that you have everything packed. Do you have your cookies that i made you" She got what seemed to be a tub and hands it over to him with a smile on her face "Now Will dear of you go? Tamra will be dropped off shortly so you can meet up with her later. Off you go" She pecked him on the cheek as wilber left the car.
He walked in what seemed to be a reception area with a beaming smile on his face. Saying "hello" To every person he passes. He walked to the reception and asked "I was wondering if i could have the key to my room please" He got the key from the receptionist after some details have been done and dusted. He walked into his room and saw a split room two beds as he walked to his side of the room and begun unpacking.
He walked towards the entrance of the university as he then looked around seeing who's there. once he saw the university he smiled as he thought that the university looked quite good in his point. of view. He walked in as he then asked the receptionist "um excuse me can I have my key to my room please" He said in a very condescending and smug way. He then got his key and started walking to his room. He was expecting a nice room all to himself. But when he saw that room he saw a room with three beds. He gritted his teeth expecting a room for himself of a man of his stature. He got out from his bag with what seems to be tape and taped a third of a room and made sure he had the biggest space of the room.
Wilber Was in the car with Miss roe along with little Kenny. He turned to his side seeing the university as he smiled. But he had to admit he was a little nervous "You'll be fine Will dear. I called your parent's and they should be coming to visit you about next month to check up on you. You know Will taking care of you since you were in school your like a second son to me. Make sure that you have everything packed. Do you have your cookies that i made you" She got what seemed to be a tub and hands it over to him with a smile on her face "Now Will dear of you go? Tamra will be dropped off shortly so you can meet up with her later. Off you go" She pecked him on the cheek as wilber left the car.
He walked in what seemed to be a reception area with a beaming smile on his face. Saying "hello" To every person he passes. He walked to the reception and asked "I was wondering if i could have the key to my room please" He got the key from the receptionist after some details have been done and dusted. He walked into his room and saw a split room two beds as he walked to his side of the room and begun unpacking.
KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
Hunter Jones & Pace Parker outfit_
with_ No One (Open)
mood_ Hunter; Pumped
Pace; Anxious
tags_ None
mood_ Hunter; Pumped
Pace; Anxious
tags_ None
Hunter and Pace;
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"One. Two. Three. Four. Five! Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten! You did it!"
Hunter smiled as Pace helped him re-rack the bench press bar. A energetic shout escaped the boy as he jumped up off the bench and pumped his fists in the air in triumph. He'd just beat his previous max of two seventy and bumped it up to two ninety. There was no way he couldn't get it up to at least three ten now. With a leap, Hunter patted Pace excitedly on the chest and jumped up onto the bench, arms thrown wide.
"We will find our way!" Hunter sang, his voice bouncing off the walls of the athletic facility. He and Pace had made up a theme song for themselves back in highschool, an anthem for continuing on. Pace jumped up beside him and wrapped and arm around wide shoulders with a grin as he began to continue the song.
"We can go the distance!" They both jumped off the bench with a shout as they headed towards the doors out of the room, grabbing their towels and water bottles as they went. Pace seemed to not have problem with being outgoing around Hunter, but when it came to other he shrunk into himself. So, as they exited the building, he quieted his singing and let Hunter sing louder than him in a way that almost drowned him out.
"We'll be there someday, if we can be strong!" Hunter flexed his biceps and some random live-in maids walking by did that weird eyelash batting thing that girls do. Hunter didn't notice, he was too busy strutting along the sidewalk, completely oblivious to female admiration. Of course, he had those times when he was set on one girl and one girl only. But, Hunter hadn't had one of those since Sophomore year with Katie Freeman. Pace thought it was kind of dreary that morning, but now that Hunter was in such a good mood and they'd get to escape his father for the school year, it was much brighter.
"Hunter Jones!" Speak of the devil. Hunter visibly grimaced as they approached the steps to the back of the Jones' estate. A man stood in the doorway, white hair falling in perfectly groomed waves to his shoulders, a stoic expression on his face and blue eyes hard. Hunter shoved his hands nervously in his short pockets as he jogged up the steps, Pace close on his heels. "Let's hope you're packed, son. Your mother will have a fit if Timothy has to wait too long." Timothy, their driver, a nice guy with big kind chocolate colored eyes and wavy blonde hair. He wasn't much older than the Jones and Co. heir himself. Hunter nodded, glad he'd packed the night before with the help of Pace. Hunter's bestfriend had taken a liking to just staying at the estate, he practically lived there at this point. Pace's uncle hated his guts and it was easier to just not be there at all.
"I'm packed, Father. Is Timothy ready? Tell him I'm terribly sorry, I thought we were to leave in a few hours." Hunter looked down at himself and sighed. Zane Jones chuckled, a deep chuckle that might echo across a room if they were in one. Hunter had always thought his fathers laugh was just another commanding thing about him. Zane Jones' son had not gotten his fathers commanding presence. The boy, it seemed, had inherited his mothers smile. Hunter's smile could light up a room and have heads turning in a mater of seconds. So, perhaps he was commanding, just not in the booming voice of his father.
"Oh, it's alright, Hunter. Just hurry and freshen up before your mother finds out you're not ready." Pace frowned at Zane's words, if Hunter had been doing anything other than working out or making business deals this is not how Zane would react. If Hunter had been doing something he actually enjoyed, Zane would've had a heart attack. Pace hated Hunter's father.
"Yes, sir." Head down, Hunter grabbed Pace by the arm and yanked him up the steps and into the house. The smaller boy almost slipped on the marbled floor as Hunter dragged him, he couldn't get his feet to move as fast as Hunter was moving. He said nothing though. He never did. And he hated himself for it.
Not but a few minutes later, both Hunter and Pace were closed up in Timothy's car as Zane payed the man and Hunter's mother worried over the both of them through the window. Hunter smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, reassuring her that everything was just fine. Hunter loved his mother. Everybody loved Henrietta Jones, how could you not love those crinkled hazel eyes and bright smile? Hunter looked like his mother more than he did his father. The only thing you could see of Zane in Hunter was his nose and his oddly long fingers. Everything else was his mother.
"Be decent, both of you. Be respectful." Henrietta smiled and smoothed down Pace's hair through the window. At some point over the time Pace had started staying with them, Henrietta had begun treating him like her own. Perhaps it was because she'd always wanted a sibling for Hunter but had never had one due to Zane explaining it was too complicated to divide up his business to more than one child. Pace didn't care, he liked Mamma Jonesy just fine.
"Yes, ma'am." Pace saluted her and earned himself one of those smiles. Man, if Hunter had a sister.... wow.
"Now, off with you!" Zane slapped the top of the car and it revved to life as Timothy turned the key in the ignition. Hunter waved at both of his parents as they pulled out of the circle drive and sunk down into his seat when they were far enough away, pulling at his tie. Hunter hated dressing nice all the time. Absolutely hated it. Pace was the one who pulled off casual fancy, Hunter was not. But he'd have to wear this, at least until they got to the University. Which wasn't very far from here anyway.
"And then Jan said she didn't want to marry him because he was a douche bag." Pace talked to Hunter animatedly. Hunter laughed, not fazed by the curse word. He didn't like cussing, but Pace liked to use a select few words and Hunter didn't want to take that from him.
"I can't believe that! So your uncle isn't getting married now?" Hunter asked, eyes wide with curiosity. Pace nodded his head enthusiastically, happy he didn't have a wedding to go to now. Hunter chuckled and was about to say something else when Timothy spoke up from the front. They had arrived. Both boys stared at the place from the back seat, memories from the year before filling them. Hunter smiled and Pace let out and happy sigh. "Here's to another year of fun."
Hunter practically threw himself out of the car, thrusting his hands into the air and shouting some odd thing. Pace exited the limo-car-thing like a normal human being and tried to keep Hunter's excitment contained. Timothy stepped out of the car, stretching long legs and running a had through shaggy blonde hair. He strode around to the back where their bags were concealed and began pulling then out to carry them for the boys. Pace hurried around to the back when he noticed this and refused to let Tim carry his bags by plucking them up before Timothy could get to them. The older man shrugged and grabbed Hunter's. Pace turned around and hissed at his bestfriend.
"Hunter. Bags." Hunter visibly jumped.
"Huh? Oh!" The strawberry headed boy bobbed over and stuck his hands out for Timothy to give him his bags. The butler man shook his head and turned away from him. "Tim, man. I got it." Timothy shook his shaggy head and huffed.
"Tut, tut. This is my job Mr. Jones. Lead the way." Hunter sighed and looked at Pace with a shrug and an incline of his head as they started walking toward the building, Timothy in tow.
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"One. Two. Three. Four. Five! Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten! You did it!"
Hunter smiled as Pace helped him re-rack the bench press bar. A energetic shout escaped the boy as he jumped up off the bench and pumped his fists in the air in triumph. He'd just beat his previous max of two seventy and bumped it up to two ninety. There was no way he couldn't get it up to at least three ten now. With a leap, Hunter patted Pace excitedly on the chest and jumped up onto the bench, arms thrown wide.
"We will find our way!" Hunter sang, his voice bouncing off the walls of the athletic facility. He and Pace had made up a theme song for themselves back in highschool, an anthem for continuing on. Pace jumped up beside him and wrapped and arm around wide shoulders with a grin as he began to continue the song.
"We can go the distance!" They both jumped off the bench with a shout as they headed towards the doors out of the room, grabbing their towels and water bottles as they went. Pace seemed to not have problem with being outgoing around Hunter, but when it came to other he shrunk into himself. So, as they exited the building, he quieted his singing and let Hunter sing louder than him in a way that almost drowned him out.
"We'll be there someday, if we can be strong!" Hunter flexed his biceps and some random live-in maids walking by did that weird eyelash batting thing that girls do. Hunter didn't notice, he was too busy strutting along the sidewalk, completely oblivious to female admiration. Of course, he had those times when he was set on one girl and one girl only. But, Hunter hadn't had one of those since Sophomore year with Katie Freeman. Pace thought it was kind of dreary that morning, but now that Hunter was in such a good mood and they'd get to escape his father for the school year, it was much brighter.
"Hunter Jones!" Speak of the devil. Hunter visibly grimaced as they approached the steps to the back of the Jones' estate. A man stood in the doorway, white hair falling in perfectly groomed waves to his shoulders, a stoic expression on his face and blue eyes hard. Hunter shoved his hands nervously in his short pockets as he jogged up the steps, Pace close on his heels. "Let's hope you're packed, son. Your mother will have a fit if Timothy has to wait too long." Timothy, their driver, a nice guy with big kind chocolate colored eyes and wavy blonde hair. He wasn't much older than the Jones and Co. heir himself. Hunter nodded, glad he'd packed the night before with the help of Pace. Hunter's bestfriend had taken a liking to just staying at the estate, he practically lived there at this point. Pace's uncle hated his guts and it was easier to just not be there at all.
"I'm packed, Father. Is Timothy ready? Tell him I'm terribly sorry, I thought we were to leave in a few hours." Hunter looked down at himself and sighed. Zane Jones chuckled, a deep chuckle that might echo across a room if they were in one. Hunter had always thought his fathers laugh was just another commanding thing about him. Zane Jones' son had not gotten his fathers commanding presence. The boy, it seemed, had inherited his mothers smile. Hunter's smile could light up a room and have heads turning in a mater of seconds. So, perhaps he was commanding, just not in the booming voice of his father.
"Oh, it's alright, Hunter. Just hurry and freshen up before your mother finds out you're not ready." Pace frowned at Zane's words, if Hunter had been doing anything other than working out or making business deals this is not how Zane would react. If Hunter had been doing something he actually enjoyed, Zane would've had a heart attack. Pace hated Hunter's father.
"Yes, sir." Head down, Hunter grabbed Pace by the arm and yanked him up the steps and into the house. The smaller boy almost slipped on the marbled floor as Hunter dragged him, he couldn't get his feet to move as fast as Hunter was moving. He said nothing though. He never did. And he hated himself for it.
Not but a few minutes later, both Hunter and Pace were closed up in Timothy's car as Zane payed the man and Hunter's mother worried over the both of them through the window. Hunter smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, reassuring her that everything was just fine. Hunter loved his mother. Everybody loved Henrietta Jones, how could you not love those crinkled hazel eyes and bright smile? Hunter looked like his mother more than he did his father. The only thing you could see of Zane in Hunter was his nose and his oddly long fingers. Everything else was his mother.
"Be decent, both of you. Be respectful." Henrietta smiled and smoothed down Pace's hair through the window. At some point over the time Pace had started staying with them, Henrietta had begun treating him like her own. Perhaps it was because she'd always wanted a sibling for Hunter but had never had one due to Zane explaining it was too complicated to divide up his business to more than one child. Pace didn't care, he liked Mamma Jonesy just fine.
"Yes, ma'am." Pace saluted her and earned himself one of those smiles. Man, if Hunter had a sister.... wow.
"Now, off with you!" Zane slapped the top of the car and it revved to life as Timothy turned the key in the ignition. Hunter waved at both of his parents as they pulled out of the circle drive and sunk down into his seat when they were far enough away, pulling at his tie. Hunter hated dressing nice all the time. Absolutely hated it. Pace was the one who pulled off casual fancy, Hunter was not. But he'd have to wear this, at least until they got to the University. Which wasn't very far from here anyway.
"And then Jan said she didn't want to marry him because he was a douche bag." Pace talked to Hunter animatedly. Hunter laughed, not fazed by the curse word. He didn't like cussing, but Pace liked to use a select few words and Hunter didn't want to take that from him.
"I can't believe that! So your uncle isn't getting married now?" Hunter asked, eyes wide with curiosity. Pace nodded his head enthusiastically, happy he didn't have a wedding to go to now. Hunter chuckled and was about to say something else when Timothy spoke up from the front. They had arrived. Both boys stared at the place from the back seat, memories from the year before filling them. Hunter smiled and Pace let out and happy sigh. "Here's to another year of fun."
Hunter practically threw himself out of the car, thrusting his hands into the air and shouting some odd thing. Pace exited the limo-car-thing like a normal human being and tried to keep Hunter's excitment contained. Timothy stepped out of the car, stretching long legs and running a had through shaggy blonde hair. He strode around to the back where their bags were concealed and began pulling then out to carry them for the boys. Pace hurried around to the back when he noticed this and refused to let Tim carry his bags by plucking them up before Timothy could get to them. The older man shrugged and grabbed Hunter's. Pace turned around and hissed at his bestfriend.
"Hunter. Bags." Hunter visibly jumped.
"Huh? Oh!" The strawberry headed boy bobbed over and stuck his hands out for Timothy to give him his bags. The butler man shook his head and turned away from him. "Tim, man. I got it." Timothy shook his shaggy head and huffed.
"Tut, tut. This is my job Mr. Jones. Lead the way." Hunter sighed and looked at Pace with a shrug and an incline of his head as they started walking toward the building, Timothy in tow.
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KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
Harlow Wesely outfit_
(With her leather jacket.)
with_ No One
mood_ Regretful
tags_ None
(With her leather jacket.)
mood_ Regretful
tags_ None
Harlow;
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Tony didn't like this. He didn't like this at all, and he was making it very clear by the way his voice rose is desperate distress. The Italian man was pacing back and forth in the back room of Il Vagabondo, his hands scratching the bald top of his head and occasionally running through the thick curls on the sides of his head. He was mumbling in Italian something about "not be able to run it by myself" from what she could understand. Harlow stepped forward, opening her mouth to offer him some comfort, but he shushed her with a motion of his and and abruptly stopped his pacing. Tony placed his meaty hands on the nineteen-year-olds shoulders, and smiled at her sadly.
"Ah, my Vagabondo! My namesake! How will I ever stand-a the people of this town-a without you-a? How will-a they stand me-a?" He spun around and resumed his pacing for a few moments before turning back to her, running over to a box in the corner with his over sized belly flopping, and back over to her. Her folded a wad of cash into her hand. "For-a the cab fee." He explained. Harlow looked down at the little man in astonishment, her eyes wide. This was a lot more than just a cab fee. There was hundreds here. Harlow tried to shove it back at him but he just shook his head and clicked his tongue, folding his hands behind his back.
"But, Tony, this is.... this is like your savings! Weren't you going to use this to buy Angela a new wedding ring?" Tony shook his head again and backed away from her, refusing to take it back. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his nose in the air. He wasn't going to relent, when Tony put his nose in the air, it was final. "Alright, fine. But I owe you." Harlow placed the wad in her jacket pocket. Tony still shook his head at this but let the subject go.
"Now-a bring a nice lady back-a won't you? I'll make-a your favorite." Tony have her his signature cliche Italian move by pressing the tips of his fingers to his lips and making a "mwah" sound. Harlow chuckled, but didn't protest. Besides, she was going to learn not to get girls. She was done being an asshole to every girl she met. Done. A new woman, she was! Tony straightened her jacket and looked at her with a sigh, "You should-a go. Call-a a cab before the roads get-a crazy." He hugged her and started pushing her out the door while wailing, "Ahhh, everyone shall so miss-a your singing!" He laughed as he pushed her through the crowded resturant and wailed this right infront of everyone. Harlow hid her face in her jacket until they were outside. "Give me this-a." Tony took her suitcase, whistled for a cab just as it drove by and shoved it into the trunk with a huff.
"Thank... you." Harlow stared down at her now empty hand. Tony was fast for a big guy. He just nodded and opened the cab door for her. Harlow climbed in and he gave her a few last parting words before shutting the door.
"Don't get in too much trouble, Vagabondo." With a wink and a smile the door was shut behind her and she stared out the window at Tony's retreating form and the cabbie asked for her directions.
"Huh?" She turned to him, not really having heard his question.
"I said where yous going, lady?"
"Oh, um... University." He looked at her, confused with one eyebrow raised. "Sorry, Walt Disney University." The cabbie nodded, and just like that, they were off.
The cab came to a rather harsh stop just in front of the school. Harlow was jolted awake as the cabbie yelled back at her in his barely understandable New York sounding accent. Harlow mumbled a curse word and tossed the fair at him before climbing out of the can and pulling her bag out of the trunk. The cabbie zoomed off the minute she closed the trunk, almost running the curb as he turned.
"Asshole." Harlow placed her hand above her eyes and looked up at the castle like structure. "I'll be damned."
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Tony didn't like this. He didn't like this at all, and he was making it very clear by the way his voice rose is desperate distress. The Italian man was pacing back and forth in the back room of Il Vagabondo, his hands scratching the bald top of his head and occasionally running through the thick curls on the sides of his head. He was mumbling in Italian something about "not be able to run it by myself" from what she could understand. Harlow stepped forward, opening her mouth to offer him some comfort, but he shushed her with a motion of his and and abruptly stopped his pacing. Tony placed his meaty hands on the nineteen-year-olds shoulders, and smiled at her sadly.
"Ah, my Vagabondo! My namesake! How will I ever stand-a the people of this town-a without you-a? How will-a they stand me-a?" He spun around and resumed his pacing for a few moments before turning back to her, running over to a box in the corner with his over sized belly flopping, and back over to her. Her folded a wad of cash into her hand. "For-a the cab fee." He explained. Harlow looked down at the little man in astonishment, her eyes wide. This was a lot more than just a cab fee. There was hundreds here. Harlow tried to shove it back at him but he just shook his head and clicked his tongue, folding his hands behind his back.
"But, Tony, this is.... this is like your savings! Weren't you going to use this to buy Angela a new wedding ring?" Tony shook his head again and backed away from her, refusing to take it back. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his nose in the air. He wasn't going to relent, when Tony put his nose in the air, it was final. "Alright, fine. But I owe you." Harlow placed the wad in her jacket pocket. Tony still shook his head at this but let the subject go.
"Now-a bring a nice lady back-a won't you? I'll make-a your favorite." Tony have her his signature cliche Italian move by pressing the tips of his fingers to his lips and making a "mwah" sound. Harlow chuckled, but didn't protest. Besides, she was going to learn not to get girls. She was done being an asshole to every girl she met. Done. A new woman, she was! Tony straightened her jacket and looked at her with a sigh, "You should-a go. Call-a a cab before the roads get-a crazy." He hugged her and started pushing her out the door while wailing, "Ahhh, everyone shall so miss-a your singing!" He laughed as he pushed her through the crowded resturant and wailed this right infront of everyone. Harlow hid her face in her jacket until they were outside. "Give me this-a." Tony took her suitcase, whistled for a cab just as it drove by and shoved it into the trunk with a huff.
"Thank... you." Harlow stared down at her now empty hand. Tony was fast for a big guy. He just nodded and opened the cab door for her. Harlow climbed in and he gave her a few last parting words before shutting the door.
"Don't get in too much trouble, Vagabondo." With a wink and a smile the door was shut behind her and she stared out the window at Tony's retreating form and the cabbie asked for her directions.
"Huh?" She turned to him, not really having heard his question.
"I said where yous going, lady?"
"Oh, um... University." He looked at her, confused with one eyebrow raised. "Sorry, Walt Disney University." The cabbie nodded, and just like that, they were off.
The cab came to a rather harsh stop just in front of the school. Harlow was jolted awake as the cabbie yelled back at her in his barely understandable New York sounding accent. Harlow mumbled a curse word and tossed the fair at him before climbing out of the can and pulling her bag out of the trunk. The cabbie zoomed off the minute she closed the trunk, almost running the curb as he turned.
"Asshole." Harlow placed her hand above her eyes and looked up at the castle like structure. "I'll be damned."
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minajesty
𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 !
Lorelei CambridgeLocation: Arriving on campus
Mood: Confident, Little Sad, Excited
Interacting with: None
Mentioned: None
The drive to the campus was short. A little too short for Lorelei's liking. All last night she was excited about coming here because she couldn't wait to get the second job she desperately wanted right after cooking. But now that she was almost at the campus, it was becoming so real for her. Her mother must have noticed and sensed her daughter's feelings because she finally broke the silence. "Sweetheart are you alright?"she asked and turned to glimpse at her daughter. "You haven't spoken all morning. Is something wrong?"she asked
At first it seemed like she wasn't going to answer her mother. Just as her mother was about to repeat herself, Lorelei finally spoke up, her voice soft. "Yes im okay, mom. Just a little nervous about it. And plus, I don't want to leave you at home. You've been coming down with a could frequently,"she said and looked over at her mom. "Maybe we should just turn around an-"she had been interrupted by a firm 'no'.
"Lorelei, sweetheart, we are not turning around. You are going to this school. Its your dream, bunny."she said and smiled when Lorelei reacted to her favorite nickname. "Don't throw away everything just because of me. I will be fine. And besides, you can still visit me during your vacations,"she said and pulled into the parking lot. Lorelei's heart began to race but she knew her mother was right.
The dark haired girl tapped her thighs and calmed her breathing as much as possible. You can do this Lorelei. You can do this, she repeated and then smiled to reassure herself. Leaning over, her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek and the rested her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "You do good there, you hear?"she said and smiled. "Now go. Continue making your mama proud,"she said. The words that came out of that woman's mouth always motivated her.
Lorelei nodded and got out of the car. Before shutting the car door, she adjusted her top so it would show her bust and then she grabbed her suitcase out of the backseat of the car. Setting the suitcase on the sidewalk, she leaned into the car and smiled at her mom. "Love you mama. I will see you soon,"she said and the moved, closing the car door behind her.
After they exchanged their final goodbye's, Lorelei huffed and started walking towards the entrance of the school.
r e i
-- the lost king --
Mood: Tired and Numb | Outfit: X | tags:
KingofAesir
PixieDust
Danny blinks her eyes as the morning sun wakes her up from her sleep. She groaned as she tries to cover her face with her blanket but it was no use. She was up and it was time to get up. She looks at her roommates who seemed to be still sleeping as she climbed out of her bed. She yawned as she goes and gets her outfit for the day and walked to the bathroom, closing the door.
20 minutes later, she walked out and goes for her bag and her phone. Already seeing messages from her sister which she ignored and messages from her assistant from her company. She had a meeting at 4 pm today and texted back saying ok while she walked out the door. She walked to the cafe to grab food, and get ready to face people. She wondered if her sister has already arrived at the school, she had sent a driver to pick her up as Danny refused for her to move in during the summer. She was worried about the trouble Blaire would try to get into.
So she kept her safe at home until today. She sighed as she gets to the cafe, and grabs and pays for food. She sits down and starts to eat. Danny looks outside and wonders how the year will go for both her and her sister.
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revalia
#𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖉
"Once in a while, someone awesome comes along. Well ... HERE I AM!"
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Incarnation of
Tigger
Location
Dorm Room > Hallway
Mood
Ecstatic > Playful
Mentions
Potential Room-mates - Christine (
Aero
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Bellz
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Conversing with
Peter (
TheWaffleLord
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Just another day, just another scholastic year. Her second to be exact. It made it no more special than any other day as no matter what Tamara always woke up so early, with a smile on her face ready to bounce her way through the day with more smiles and less frowns. Be it hers or others, which made it much better. That being said, her things had been already in her dorm and so was she, she even woke up there as her things were already set there. However what was bothersome was the fact that she was the only one in her dorm. She hoped that the two empty beds in the room would be filled and soon enough. She was excited to see her new room mates, he was curious if they would be in her year or new years... the latter having more probability than the latter.
Nonetheless she didn't want to wait around an see. It would deem boring. One way or another she would get acquainted with them soon enough, till day's end to say the least. Jumping out of her bed, she didn't even bother to settle it and doing it all nice an presentable. Tam was not really a clean or organised person. Never, quite the contrary to begin with.
Slipping herself in the comfiest, yet first thing that came to her hand from the pile that was by her bed in a box called or formerly known as her suitcase. Slipping in a pair of black leggings and a light grey loose hoodie she stretched and looked at herself in the mirror with a frown. She realised that a situation was going on in her hair, she suffered from a lot of grease in her hair so for that solution a baseball cap always did the trick. They fit her better than beanies in her opinion. She likes to stand out and generally her vivid orange hair is what actually makes her stand out the most, now braided sideways in a loose manner, aside from the fact that she makes herself noted with her hyper activeness.
Her classes didn't require any text books of the sorts so the fact she traveled lightly was a joy. At such an energetic heist she motioned the familiar hallways of university and in the distance she spotted a familiar curly haired male, ginger like her own as a matter of fact. A grin appeared on her face as she saw him going down the hallway. Without a second thought, she set herself in a sprint and lunged onto his back, in a piggy back position. Her arms round his neck and legs round his waist as she laughed at the impact, "Sunshine landed and came to say gooooooood morning! She also wants a free ride!"
It was none other then Peter. Her other ... fuller half, her best friend, her partner in crime. She loved befriending a lot of people but Peter was one of those people whom she spoke and clicked with since day one upon her arrival. Tamara felt herself at ease with him because he had her mentality and didn't set her aside cause of how she is. The both gingers were one in the same but in different genders, however Peter might take his pranks way too far in some certain aspects, nothing that was not entertaining.
Nonetheless she didn't want to wait around an see. It would deem boring. One way or another she would get acquainted with them soon enough, till day's end to say the least. Jumping out of her bed, she didn't even bother to settle it and doing it all nice an presentable. Tam was not really a clean or organised person. Never, quite the contrary to begin with.
Slipping herself in the comfiest, yet first thing that came to her hand from the pile that was by her bed in a box called or formerly known as her suitcase. Slipping in a pair of black leggings and a light grey loose hoodie she stretched and looked at herself in the mirror with a frown. She realised that a situation was going on in her hair, she suffered from a lot of grease in her hair so for that solution a baseball cap always did the trick. They fit her better than beanies in her opinion. She likes to stand out and generally her vivid orange hair is what actually makes her stand out the most, now braided sideways in a loose manner, aside from the fact that she makes herself noted with her hyper activeness.
Her classes didn't require any text books of the sorts so the fact she traveled lightly was a joy. At such an energetic heist she motioned the familiar hallways of university and in the distance she spotted a familiar curly haired male, ginger like her own as a matter of fact. A grin appeared on her face as she saw him going down the hallway. Without a second thought, she set herself in a sprint and lunged onto his back, in a piggy back position. Her arms round his neck and legs round his waist as she laughed at the impact, "Sunshine landed and came to say gooooooood morning! She also wants a free ride!"
It was none other then Peter. Her other ... fuller half, her best friend, her partner in crime. She loved befriending a lot of people but Peter was one of those people whom she spoke and clicked with since day one upon her arrival. Tamara felt herself at ease with him because he had her mentality and didn't set her aside cause of how she is. The both gingers were one in the same but in different genders, however Peter might take his pranks way too far in some certain aspects, nothing that was not entertaining.
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#𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖉
"Sometimes it is better to be alone... No one can hurt you that way."
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Incarnation of
Megara
Location
Dorm
Mood
Lazy
Mentions
Annabelle (
PixieDust
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TheWaffleLord
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Conversing with
N/A
Bzt.... Bzt.... Bzzzttttt!
It was the fifth time in a row that her alarm went off this time round. Megan was in no means and early riser and more importantly not a morning person. A bomb could obliterate the Earth and she would still be slumbering her way out of the only male-free time that she actually has. Oh how peaceful...
This year round, it was different. Something felt different. That chirpy voice... was not heard. A chirpy voice that belonged to her former room-mate and current best friend, Annabelle. The same voice that used to wake her up every morning and drag her rear out of her bed and up to classes first thing in the morning. She could never understand how the girl worked but whatever she did seemed to work with Meg for the major part of it. Her outfit was ready set on the chair in front of her so to be fair it wouldn't take her much to get ready. If only she could leave the comfort out of her duvets and out for classes. She was not ready to interact with other beings and endure hours long of lectures and periods.
Sleeping she stayed, this time noting that in her dorm was an empty bed which used to be Annie's and a bed which belonged to a third year, Adira. She was decent to a certain extent in Meg's eyes. Tolerable to say the least. She did not know if the female was also sleeping but again her surroundings didn't matter so Adira could have thrown a party and Meg would still probably be snoring.
Bzt... Bzt... Bzzzt!!
The sound of her alarm from her phone started vibrating again. This time it caught Meg's attention. After the 7th time ringing. A pale hand emerged out of the covers and blindly fumbled on the bedside table, to switch it off. On the process she hit something, a pencil that might have rolled off and hit the carpeted floor. She ignored it as she took her hand in the warmth of the covers once more and proceeded to try and sleep. She was submerged under her covers, only a big and bright red messy bun was seen from on top.
It was the fifth time in a row that her alarm went off this time round. Megan was in no means and early riser and more importantly not a morning person. A bomb could obliterate the Earth and she would still be slumbering her way out of the only male-free time that she actually has. Oh how peaceful...
This year round, it was different. Something felt different. That chirpy voice... was not heard. A chirpy voice that belonged to her former room-mate and current best friend, Annabelle. The same voice that used to wake her up every morning and drag her rear out of her bed and up to classes first thing in the morning. She could never understand how the girl worked but whatever she did seemed to work with Meg for the major part of it. Her outfit was ready set on the chair in front of her so to be fair it wouldn't take her much to get ready. If only she could leave the comfort out of her duvets and out for classes. She was not ready to interact with other beings and endure hours long of lectures and periods.
Sleeping she stayed, this time noting that in her dorm was an empty bed which used to be Annie's and a bed which belonged to a third year, Adira. She was decent to a certain extent in Meg's eyes. Tolerable to say the least. She did not know if the female was also sleeping but again her surroundings didn't matter so Adira could have thrown a party and Meg would still probably be snoring.
Bzt... Bzt... Bzzzt!!
The sound of her alarm from her phone started vibrating again. This time it caught Meg's attention. After the 7th time ringing. A pale hand emerged out of the covers and blindly fumbled on the bedside table, to switch it off. On the process she hit something, a pencil that might have rolled off and hit the carpeted floor. She ignored it as she took her hand in the warmth of the covers once more and proceeded to try and sleep. She was submerged under her covers, only a big and bright red messy bun was seen from on top.
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revalia
revalia
#𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖉
"Sometimes the right path... isn't the right one."
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Incarnation of
Pocahontas
Location
Bus > Front Gate
Mood
Agitated > Concerned
Mentions
N/A
Conversing with
Clarabella (
Bellz
)
It was a rather nerve-wrecking day for the young Cherokee. It was her first day in university after years and years of savings with her and her three brothers helping her, she managed. It was not a comfortable ride to arrive in campus. A stuffy bus with full of sweaty people mixed with perfumes to those belonging to professionally dressed beings going on their daily work. It was simply a head ache.
Ten minutes... Fifteen minutes...Twenty minutes...Still kept going to almost an hour and thirty minutes. Piper lived in the outskirts with her brothers rather than in the congested city. She preferred the freedom and freshness of nature rather than the traffic infused streets. The un-nerving feelings she gets whenever she rode a vehicle and blockages the only thing she could think of at that point was to hurry and arrive in her destination. That being said she would have ridden her bike but the bike she had was only shared between the siblings and wasn't hers only. It was rather annoying. It was her next funding. Fund-wise she couldn't afford to actually stay in the university so she had to bunk at home. The fact she had to go back and forth was rather exhausting, so a bike she would actually invest on or take theirs. That would be a work-out anyways.
Motioning out of the bus at her stage she let out a large exhale as she inhaled fresh air. The stuffiness was simply too much for Piper. Thank the heavens she loved wearing loose clothing otherwise she would not even have made it in the first place. With that she placed her hands in the pockets of her beige pants and headed along the side walk. Seeing the massive building which was campus she frowned, feeling like a little bug in a big stadium as she was at the gates.
A lot of students were making their way, mainly with suitcases... then there was Piper with nothing but a small backpack on her back to get her through the day. However upon arrival the first thing she noticed was a person collapsing not far from her. Her reflexes Piper ran and tried to catch her so the poor girl won't take a direct hit but she grasped her arms too late, however, enough to not face plant herself and taste the pavement. "Dear god, be careful where you're walking, you could hurt yourself very easily," Piper said with a friendly chuckle, one dimple forming on the right side of her cheek.
She gave a warm smile, a concerned one as well, to the dark brown haired female before aiding her up from her fall, "Are you alright?"
Ten minutes... Fifteen minutes...Twenty minutes...Still kept going to almost an hour and thirty minutes. Piper lived in the outskirts with her brothers rather than in the congested city. She preferred the freedom and freshness of nature rather than the traffic infused streets. The un-nerving feelings she gets whenever she rode a vehicle and blockages the only thing she could think of at that point was to hurry and arrive in her destination. That being said she would have ridden her bike but the bike she had was only shared between the siblings and wasn't hers only. It was rather annoying. It was her next funding. Fund-wise she couldn't afford to actually stay in the university so she had to bunk at home. The fact she had to go back and forth was rather exhausting, so a bike she would actually invest on or take theirs. That would be a work-out anyways.
Motioning out of the bus at her stage she let out a large exhale as she inhaled fresh air. The stuffiness was simply too much for Piper. Thank the heavens she loved wearing loose clothing otherwise she would not even have made it in the first place. With that she placed her hands in the pockets of her beige pants and headed along the side walk. Seeing the massive building which was campus she frowned, feeling like a little bug in a big stadium as she was at the gates.
A lot of students were making their way, mainly with suitcases... then there was Piper with nothing but a small backpack on her back to get her through the day. However upon arrival the first thing she noticed was a person collapsing not far from her. Her reflexes Piper ran and tried to catch her so the poor girl won't take a direct hit but she grasped her arms too late, however, enough to not face plant herself and taste the pavement. "Dear god, be careful where you're walking, you could hurt yourself very easily," Piper said with a friendly chuckle, one dimple forming on the right side of her cheek.
She gave a warm smile, a concerned one as well, to the dark brown haired female before aiding her up from her fall, "Are you alright?"
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TheWaffleLord
OC-Loving Trash
Adira Facilier
A black, convertible Mercedes-Benz was cruising down the road. Past the jewelry store, the boutique, the cafe, and past the pedestrians waiting for a bus that was always late. The one driving said Mercedes-Benz was a young woman. Bronze complexion, long dreadlocks bundled up in a ponytail, and smoky, cat-like eyes. Her name was Adira Facilier.
She was gently bobbing her head, following the beat of the song she was listening to on the radio. She glanced at the tall and perennial French architecture just ahead, a place that she grew very familiar with. It was the most prestigious college in the country; Walt Disney University. Adira was going to be a third year student, starting tomorrow. She had already unpacked her things in her new dorm last month, but stayed at a nearby hotel last night just to treat herself to the luxury of having a room to herself for one more day.
Adira was feeling giddy not because of the new semester, but because she was going to see her two besties again: Ella and Xinthia. After months of staying back at home with her family in New Orleans, she was deprived of their company. The only contact the three of them had was through Skype, phone calls, or text messaging--and that certainly wasn't enough for the notorious trio of F.A.B.
Because of the semester coming up, there was a substantial amount of students walking around the campus, and a lot of vehicles in the parking lot. Throwing dagger eyes at the person who dared even considering going into the empty spot Adira had her sights on first, she smiled to herself in victory as she parked there. She took her keys out of the ignition and dumped them in her purse. The young woman glanced at the rearview mirror, catching her own reflection. She regarded her face with a quick once-over, then reapplied her matte lipstick with ease. Once she was done, she smacked her lips and smiled at herself.
Gorgeous.
Adira flicked the pair of fuzzy dice suspended underneath the rearview mirror before stepping out of her vehicle. Her well-chosen outfit, consisting of accents of dark violet and a vivid magenta, accentuated the curves of her body and her high heels made her look even taller. She closed the car door with her hip and sashayed her way to the main building. Adira hoped to find Ella or Xinthia quick--she couldn't stand being away from them much longer. A redheaded guy on a skateboard nearly crashed into her. Nearly.
"Excuse you! Rude!" she exclaimed at him. The guy--Pierre, Phil, or whatever--glanced over his shoulder and simply shrugged. She thought she saw him smile. Adira rolled her eyes and scoffed. Ugh. Asshole... With that, she continued on her way to the dorms, huffing.
She was gently bobbing her head, following the beat of the song she was listening to on the radio. She glanced at the tall and perennial French architecture just ahead, a place that she grew very familiar with. It was the most prestigious college in the country; Walt Disney University. Adira was going to be a third year student, starting tomorrow. She had already unpacked her things in her new dorm last month, but stayed at a nearby hotel last night just to treat herself to the luxury of having a room to herself for one more day.
Adira was feeling giddy not because of the new semester, but because she was going to see her two besties again: Ella and Xinthia. After months of staying back at home with her family in New Orleans, she was deprived of their company. The only contact the three of them had was through Skype, phone calls, or text messaging--and that certainly wasn't enough for the notorious trio of F.A.B.
Because of the semester coming up, there was a substantial amount of students walking around the campus, and a lot of vehicles in the parking lot. Throwing dagger eyes at the person who dared even considering going into the empty spot Adira had her sights on first, she smiled to herself in victory as she parked there. She took her keys out of the ignition and dumped them in her purse. The young woman glanced at the rearview mirror, catching her own reflection. She regarded her face with a quick once-over, then reapplied her matte lipstick with ease. Once she was done, she smacked her lips and smiled at herself.
Gorgeous.
Adira flicked the pair of fuzzy dice suspended underneath the rearview mirror before stepping out of her vehicle. Her well-chosen outfit, consisting of accents of dark violet and a vivid magenta, accentuated the curves of her body and her high heels made her look even taller. She closed the car door with her hip and sashayed her way to the main building. Adira hoped to find Ella or Xinthia quick--she couldn't stand being away from them much longer. A redheaded guy on a skateboard nearly crashed into her. Nearly.
"Excuse you! Rude!" she exclaimed at him. The guy--Pierre, Phil, or whatever--glanced over his shoulder and simply shrugged. She thought she saw him smile. Adira rolled her eyes and scoffed. Ugh. Asshole... With that, she continued on her way to the dorms, huffing.
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#𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖉
"Well that happened..."
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Incarnation of
Bagheera
Location
Home > Front Gate
Mood
Frustrated
Mentions
N/A
Conversing with
Harlow (
KingofAesir
)
As she was in the midst of preparing herself and getting dressed, Grace, Bethany's adopted mother yelled from the stairs, " Bethany dear, your dad and I won't be able to give you a ride to university, an urgent meeting came up and we need to head off early. So sorry sweetheart!"
Bethany let out a groan and sighed, "Okay Ma... I'll just call a cab."
She was no stranger to such news. Her adoptive parents were both surgeons and that meant most of the time they were on call. When duty calls, it called. Fast. Hence, she was used to such change and deviations in her plans. Especially if she depended so much on her parents' rides. Thankfully she was already dressed and set in some pair of sweats and loose thick strapped tank with a flannel shirt round her hips just in case the air was chilly on the way. She doubted it but better safe than sorry. Her hair, which was surprisingly very long, she kept it hanging, served as a nice coat in the first place.
She lugged her suitcase down the stairs and up to the street, whistling and signalling about six cabs before she actually managed to get in one and get to campus. It was simply the most infuriating and annoying part of it, topping it off with their nice and kind services. That being said she let out a sigh of frustration as the cab dropped her off as she tipped him.
Bethany got out, mumbling angrily to her self as she retrieved her suitcase, "Bloody cab drivers, to h--" and with the level of frustration she proceeded to walk however bumped with another figure who seemed to be in her position, name calling someone however looking up she noted the female figure was looking at campus. Beth took a few steps back and shook her head, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to."
The female was rather colorful compared to Beth. Bethany was rather plain compared to her however she didn't like being so colorful. However the female's eyes, seemed rather... familiar.
Bethany let out a groan and sighed, "Okay Ma... I'll just call a cab."
She was no stranger to such news. Her adoptive parents were both surgeons and that meant most of the time they were on call. When duty calls, it called. Fast. Hence, she was used to such change and deviations in her plans. Especially if she depended so much on her parents' rides. Thankfully she was already dressed and set in some pair of sweats and loose thick strapped tank with a flannel shirt round her hips just in case the air was chilly on the way. She doubted it but better safe than sorry. Her hair, which was surprisingly very long, she kept it hanging, served as a nice coat in the first place.
She lugged her suitcase down the stairs and up to the street, whistling and signalling about six cabs before she actually managed to get in one and get to campus. It was simply the most infuriating and annoying part of it, topping it off with their nice and kind services. That being said she let out a sigh of frustration as the cab dropped her off as she tipped him.
Bethany got out, mumbling angrily to her self as she retrieved her suitcase, "Bloody cab drivers, to h--" and with the level of frustration she proceeded to walk however bumped with another figure who seemed to be in her position, name calling someone however looking up she noted the female figure was looking at campus. Beth took a few steps back and shook her head, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to."
The female was rather colorful compared to Beth. Bethany was rather plain compared to her however she didn't like being so colorful. However the female's eyes, seemed rather... familiar.
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KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
Harlow Wesely outfit_
(With her leather jacket.)
with_ Bethany
revalia
mood_ Confused
tags_ None
(With her leather jacket.)
revalia
mood_ Confused
tags_ None
Harlow;
iHarlow stepped back as someone came crashing into her. She steadied herself before mulling over several select words she could use in that very moment to tell of this random person who wasn't paying attention. But when she straightened herself up and turned toward said person... girl... she stopped short. Any words that Harlow would've uttered in that moment died in her throat. Harlow cocked her head to the side and brought her eyebrows together. This girl she looked familiar. Harlow shook her head and offered up and smile.
"It's alright. Cabbies are assholes." Harlow stuck her free hand in the pocket of her jacket and rocked back in her heels awkwardly. Harlow was attempting to find out why this girl seemed so familiar while simultaneously trying to make her staring not weird. It was silent for a moment while Harlow searched for something to say that wouldn't sound like she had some kind of disability. She scratched her neck and seemed to perk up when she remembered that strangers usually greet eachother with names.
"Ah, I'm Harlow. I got a ride with a cabbie too, he drove off before I could barely get my bag out." She laughed a sort of laugh that made her shoulders shake. "I didn't tip him though." She smiled smugly as if not tipping the cabbie was some great achievement.
iHarlow stepped back as someone came crashing into her. She steadied herself before mulling over several select words she could use in that very moment to tell of this random person who wasn't paying attention. But when she straightened herself up and turned toward said person... girl... she stopped short. Any words that Harlow would've uttered in that moment died in her throat. Harlow cocked her head to the side and brought her eyebrows together. This girl she looked familiar. Harlow shook her head and offered up and smile.
"It's alright. Cabbies are assholes." Harlow stuck her free hand in the pocket of her jacket and rocked back in her heels awkwardly. Harlow was attempting to find out why this girl seemed so familiar while simultaneously trying to make her staring not weird. It was silent for a moment while Harlow searched for something to say that wouldn't sound like she had some kind of disability. She scratched her neck and seemed to perk up when she remembered that strangers usually greet eachother with names.
"Ah, I'm Harlow. I got a ride with a cabbie too, he drove off before I could barely get my bag out." She laughed a sort of laugh that made her shoulders shake. "I didn't tip him though." She smiled smugly as if not tipping the cabbie was some great achievement.
Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Mood-Excited Location- Walking towards dorm Mentions-Adira and Xinthia Tags-
TheWaffleLord
outfit-Ella
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Birb™
Blaire Rockers
tags: Danny:
r e i
June(mentioned):@Aero
Blaire had been waiting for this day ever since she got in Disney University. But despite the fact that she literally couldn't contain her excitement yesterday and ended up texting June all night instead of sleeping, the red head couldn't help but snore loudly on her comfortable bed. From the sound of her rather obnoxious snores, it was clear as a polished glass that Blaire Cossette Rockers forgot about the fact that she's about to move in to the University and start her first day there.
Thankfully, the young woman's family has understanding and patient maids that would constantly knock on her doorstep and urging her to wake up.
"Blaire, are you awake?" one of them called out from behind the door with loud knocks.
The lazy bum slowly arose from her slumber. She stretched both arms and legs while she smacked her lips together and stared at the door groggily. "I've been awake for hours..." she replied with a lie that the people in the Rocker's household had been accustomed to. Blaire plopped back down to her bed and tried to resume her slumber.
"Your sister sent a driver to send you to Disney University. Today's your first day."
As if that was the magic word, the redhead bolted right up with eyes wide open, "Today's the first day!?" she gasped before she quickly hopped off her bed and dashed outside (after thanking her maid) to the bathroom and started getting ready.
It must've took her more than half an hour to get ready and the driver Danny sent her was already dozing off inside the car. Blaire knocked on the car's window and her driver perked up before she entered. She noticed that all her needed stuff weren't in the car. She figured that it must've been already been sent to the dorm she'll be staying at.
The car ride went smoothly. It was mostly filled with Blaire blurting out and keeping their trusty driver entertained with ridiculous first day of school ideas and how she'll be going to the same school as both Danny and June. Blaire felt like she hit the jackpot in this one. But she could have appreciated the dorm way earlier if only Danny let her. Speaking of Danny, Blaire had already sent her a couple of messages and she won't even check it.
To: AaaDannyVersion2 (Blaire's contact name for Danny, has a lot of a's in front so she can access it quickly)
3: 24am : Hi Danny! You wanna go to the school with me tomorrow??? I mean later cuz it's 3am hehe?
3: 41am : Sorry I can't sleep. Are you also up?
6:12am : You're a lifesaver! Thanks for sending the driver for me ; - ;
6: 14am : Are you at the university?
6: 22am : I'm getting ready for school now.
6: 45am : I'm at the car now
6: 52am : =D
6: 52am : sorry spam hehe
7: 24am : IM AT THE UNIIII :' D
7: 25am : the school's huge i think im lost
7: 25am : I'm ok thoo!!! find me when ur here =P
7:26am : no rush!!
7:27am: hehe =3
7:28am : r u gettin my msgs =/ ????
And Blaire was now back in the school ground where she was before. Boy was she sure that she was now lost. But at least she caught glimpse of the beautiful people running about in the school ground!
"For the first time in forever.." she breathed before releasing it into one satisfied sigh.
drummerboi
Four Thousand Club
After Lucas finally finished unpacking he decided to go outside seeing if anyone else apart from him turned up/ He saw what seemed to be three girls hugging in a group. From what he can tell two of them were rich, he had a small smirk on his face as he walked in front of them. He decided to wear on of his outfits. A black blazer with red trimmings, along with a nice black trousers and shoes. "Good evening ladies. Names Lucas, Lucas Tremain at your service. So this is Disney university could be better it didn't even give me my own room... Now enough about me what are your names I intend to get to know everyone here and depending on answers is whether you become my aquatint or not so go ahead" He stood there smirking as if he owned the place. He put his hands behind his back and waited for the girls to answer.
He was still a little mad that he had to share his own room more so with 2 other people. He was glad he put that duck tape on his side of the room when he did otherwise it would have looked like a pig stye if he didn't get to the room first. He continued to ponder on what the future has for him. This is the perfect chance to get a girl, the girl with the braids, not so much but the other two, on the other hand, they seem perfect. One was wearing clothes he hasn't seen before as he asked the girl with the clothes he hasn't seen before "Um excuse me I haven't seen those clothes before did you design them yourself cause well I do a bit of work myself" As he looks at his blazer.
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Bellz
TheWaffleLord
Wilber finally finishing the unpacking. he then started to go outside realising he forgot his cookies, He was going to give out cookies to everyone he could see in the school as a heartwarming introduction. He got what seemed to be a bag filled with what seemed to be smaller bags as he started heading out for his mission. He started with the outside of the college, he walked and saw what seemed to be rainbow clothing and a girl with trainers and long hair. He decided to walk towards them
While he was doing this the bag is very audible the rustling and bustling can be heard by any passers-by. They just stared at Wilber, of course, he didn't mind, he just thought about how many friends he's going to make at the end of this year. As he got towards the girl's his shadow begun to come into view as he said with a bright beaming smile stout as usual. "Hello names Wilber i was wondering if you would like one of my cookies. It's my first year and i would really want to start it with a bang so, i made cookies for everyone. Their honeycomb and chocolate chip, my personal favourite but i do have gluten free if you prefer that" He made sure to put the gluten free cookies in white baskets while the chocolate chip in brown....Or was that white for chocolate chip and brown for gluton free.....
revalia
KingofAesir
He was still a little mad that he had to share his own room more so with 2 other people. He was glad he put that duck tape on his side of the room when he did otherwise it would have looked like a pig stye if he didn't get to the room first. He continued to ponder on what the future has for him. This is the perfect chance to get a girl, the girl with the braids, not so much but the other two, on the other hand, they seem perfect. One was wearing clothes he hasn't seen before as he asked the girl with the clothes he hasn't seen before "Um excuse me I haven't seen those clothes before did you design them yourself cause well I do a bit of work myself" As he looks at his blazer.
. D O V E
Bellz
TheWaffleLord
Wilber finally finishing the unpacking. he then started to go outside realising he forgot his cookies, He was going to give out cookies to everyone he could see in the school as a heartwarming introduction. He got what seemed to be a bag filled with what seemed to be smaller bags as he started heading out for his mission. He started with the outside of the college, he walked and saw what seemed to be rainbow clothing and a girl with trainers and long hair. He decided to walk towards them
While he was doing this the bag is very audible the rustling and bustling can be heard by any passers-by. They just stared at Wilber, of course, he didn't mind, he just thought about how many friends he's going to make at the end of this year. As he got towards the girl's his shadow begun to come into view as he said with a bright beaming smile stout as usual. "Hello names Wilber i was wondering if you would like one of my cookies. It's my first year and i would really want to start it with a bang so, i made cookies for everyone. Their honeycomb and chocolate chip, my personal favourite but i do have gluten free if you prefer that" He made sure to put the gluten free cookies in white baskets while the chocolate chip in brown....Or was that white for chocolate chip and brown for gluton free.....
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KingofAesir
Aero
Fictional Trash
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June Beckett
Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Mood-Alone Location- Front of school Mentions-Xinthia Tags-
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KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
Hunter and Pace;
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Hunter swiveled his head back and forth as he walked, examining the sights before him. His long strides walk putting him ahead of the other to men walking with him. Pace was idling somewhat behind Hunter, shooting the occasional comment about their surroundings. Pace was telling Timothy some history about the schools buildings he'd read on the internet when Hunter gasped and started running. Pace started and jogged after him, only just catching where Hunter was running to. A girl, who seemed to have been run into was picking up her things that had flown all over the place. Hunter had seen her get run into by some bitch of a girl and had immediately started going over.
"Some class in that girl, huh?" Hunter knelt down in front of the girl, plucking up some of her things with a grin. He realised she seemed to be crying and offered a sympathetic look. "It's alright. That's Xinthia, she does that kinda stuff to everyone who's not super rich. I'll make sure she doesn't sink her claws into you." Hunter handed her her things and made a motion with his hands like he had claws.
"Hey! What happened?" Pace came up, hands in his knees. Hunter waved it off as he stood up, dusted himself off, and offered the girl and hand. Pace looked around for a moment and caught site of none other than Xinthia walking away from the scene. He'd be honest, that girl scared him half to death but that was just rude. "Oh. The Queen Bitch herself." Hunter chuckled and nodded before turning back to the girl.
"I'm Hunter. This is my best bro Pace and my awesome butler man, Timothy." Hunter pointed to Timothy as he walked up, not having bothered to run after Pace and Hunter.
"Hi." Pace greeted with a small, sheepish wave.
"Evening." Timothy greeted with an incline of his head.
"And who might you be, chica?" Hunter asked, his signature grin returning.
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Hunter swiveled his head back and forth as he walked, examining the sights before him. His long strides walk putting him ahead of the other to men walking with him. Pace was idling somewhat behind Hunter, shooting the occasional comment about their surroundings. Pace was telling Timothy some history about the schools buildings he'd read on the internet when Hunter gasped and started running. Pace started and jogged after him, only just catching where Hunter was running to. A girl, who seemed to have been run into was picking up her things that had flown all over the place. Hunter had seen her get run into by some bitch of a girl and had immediately started going over.
"Some class in that girl, huh?" Hunter knelt down in front of the girl, plucking up some of her things with a grin. He realised she seemed to be crying and offered a sympathetic look. "It's alright. That's Xinthia, she does that kinda stuff to everyone who's not super rich. I'll make sure she doesn't sink her claws into you." Hunter handed her her things and made a motion with his hands like he had claws.
"Hey! What happened?" Pace came up, hands in his knees. Hunter waved it off as he stood up, dusted himself off, and offered the girl and hand. Pace looked around for a moment and caught site of none other than Xinthia walking away from the scene. He'd be honest, that girl scared him half to death but that was just rude. "Oh. The Queen Bitch herself." Hunter chuckled and nodded before turning back to the girl.
"I'm Hunter. This is my best bro Pace and my awesome butler man, Timothy." Hunter pointed to Timothy as he walked up, not having bothered to run after Pace and Hunter.
"Hi." Pace greeted with a small, sheepish wave.
"Evening." Timothy greeted with an incline of his head.
"And who might you be, chica?" Hunter asked, his signature grin returning.
TheWaffleLord
OC-Loving Trash
Peter Coleman
A young man by the name of Peter Coleman had been riding on his skateboard around the front of the campus for the past fifteen minutes. He woke up in his dorm this morning, feeling a little bored, and decided to kill some time by using one of his most prized possessions: his skateboard.
He was going back and forth, idly practicing some tricks he already knew so well to begin with. His curly mop of auburn hair was peeking from underneath his beanie. He was hoping to run into at least one of friends while he was outside, but alas, he had not. So, he figured he'd try to find one inside. Peter's hazel brown eyes glinted, being struck with an idea when he looked at the rails.
Ah, why the hell not?
He pushed against the ground with his foot to propel himself forward, leaning to get the right angle. He performed an effortless kick flip, landing on his skateboard, balanced--and on the rail, nonetheless. The redhead descended down the rail with his skateboard, breezing past all the new and old students of Walt Disney University. The feel of the wind against his skin refreshed him. For a moment, he almost felt weightless, like he was flying, but not quite. Coming to the end of the rail, Peter even perfected the landing. However, he nearly ran crashed into someone; a young woman who's name he has heard and face he's seen but never really cared about.
"Excuse you!" she shouted after him. "Rude!"
Peter glanced at her over his shoulder, shrugged, then smiled. He heard she was quite the bitch, so he didn't care if she was offended. He slowed to a stop in front of the double doors. He picked up his skateboard and stowed it into his backpack, letting a part of it stick out. With that, he went inside with the intention to get breakfast from the cafeteria.
Lotta new faces around here... Nice.
Peter was looking forward to making new friends. And new victims for his pranks--if any of these new first year students were downright mean. Just then, he felt an unfamiliar weight latch onto his back, a pair of arms and legs wrapping themselves around him. This caught him by surprise and he nearly fell down along with the person, but then a very recognizable voice came from this person--a girl, specifically.
"Sunshine landed and came to say gooooooood morning! She also wants a free ride!"
Peter smiled. It was Tamara Bianchi, one of his best friends. She was a second year, just like him. They came to know each other very well with throughout the previous year. Tamara was a rare type of individual who was always full of energy, and sometimes that was too much for some people, but not Peter. He liked her rambunctious nature. In fact, it bounced right off of his playful and mischievous habits. They were practically partners-in-crime.
Peter gave a sidelong glance at Tamara, smiling. "Well, I was gonna charge you two bucks per step but I'm feelin' generous! You got yourself a free ride, Tam," the young man said. "To the cafeteria!" He supported her weight, hands underneath her legs, before he started running off to the place that smelled of freshly baked bread and delicious breakfast pastries. Now drawing attention to themselves, others briefly watched the two redheads with a sense of confusion, annoyance, or awe. Most would think they were a couple, but they weren't, and that was fine with Peter. He didn't think of Tamara that way to begin with.
The young man had a good amount of stamina, thanks to his participation in the soccer club, so he wasn't exhausted when they finally made it to the cafeteria. He let Tamara down on her feet. Mimicking a robotic voice, Peter said with a grin on his lips, "You have arrived at your destination. Sustenance will be found on the right. Thank you for choosing Coleman Uber."
He was going back and forth, idly practicing some tricks he already knew so well to begin with. His curly mop of auburn hair was peeking from underneath his beanie. He was hoping to run into at least one of friends while he was outside, but alas, he had not. So, he figured he'd try to find one inside. Peter's hazel brown eyes glinted, being struck with an idea when he looked at the rails.
Ah, why the hell not?
He pushed against the ground with his foot to propel himself forward, leaning to get the right angle. He performed an effortless kick flip, landing on his skateboard, balanced--and on the rail, nonetheless. The redhead descended down the rail with his skateboard, breezing past all the new and old students of Walt Disney University. The feel of the wind against his skin refreshed him. For a moment, he almost felt weightless, like he was flying, but not quite. Coming to the end of the rail, Peter even perfected the landing. However, he nearly ran crashed into someone; a young woman who's name he has heard and face he's seen but never really cared about.
"Excuse you!" she shouted after him. "Rude!"
Peter glanced at her over his shoulder, shrugged, then smiled. He heard she was quite the bitch, so he didn't care if she was offended. He slowed to a stop in front of the double doors. He picked up his skateboard and stowed it into his backpack, letting a part of it stick out. With that, he went inside with the intention to get breakfast from the cafeteria.
Lotta new faces around here... Nice.
Peter was looking forward to making new friends. And new victims for his pranks--if any of these new first year students were downright mean. Just then, he felt an unfamiliar weight latch onto his back, a pair of arms and legs wrapping themselves around him. This caught him by surprise and he nearly fell down along with the person, but then a very recognizable voice came from this person--a girl, specifically.
"Sunshine landed and came to say gooooooood morning! She also wants a free ride!"
Peter smiled. It was Tamara Bianchi, one of his best friends. She was a second year, just like him. They came to know each other very well with throughout the previous year. Tamara was a rare type of individual who was always full of energy, and sometimes that was too much for some people, but not Peter. He liked her rambunctious nature. In fact, it bounced right off of his playful and mischievous habits. They were practically partners-in-crime.
Peter gave a sidelong glance at Tamara, smiling. "Well, I was gonna charge you two bucks per step but I'm feelin' generous! You got yourself a free ride, Tam," the young man said. "To the cafeteria!" He supported her weight, hands underneath her legs, before he started running off to the place that smelled of freshly baked bread and delicious breakfast pastries. Now drawing attention to themselves, others briefly watched the two redheads with a sense of confusion, annoyance, or awe. Most would think they were a couple, but they weren't, and that was fine with Peter. He didn't think of Tamara that way to begin with.
The young man had a good amount of stamina, thanks to his participation in the soccer club, so he wasn't exhausted when they finally made it to the cafeteria. He let Tamara down on her feet. Mimicking a robotic voice, Peter said with a grin on his lips, "You have arrived at your destination. Sustenance will be found on the right. Thank you for choosing Coleman Uber."
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Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Mood-Alone Location- Front of school Mentions-Hunter, Pace, and Timothy.Tags-
KingofAesir
code by pasta
Aero
Fictional Trash
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TheWaffleLord
OC-Loving Trash
Adira Facilier
That redheaded guy had done some damage to Adira's mood, but she had the reunion of F.A.B. to look forward to. Why let one little nobody ruin that for her? Besides...getting angry that often would give a young woman wrinkles earlier in her life. Or so she believed. Me, a twenty-one year old with wrinkles...? Eugh. Adira shivered at the thought.
"Not gonna wait for me? How rude!!"
And just like that, Adira's vexed expression was washed away from her face. She beamed at the sound of that voice. She turned in the direction from where it came, catching glimpse of a redhead she was much happier to see: Ella De Vil. Her bestie had taken off her heels just to run to her side--she was just as happy to see her. Adira was practically squealing with delight. She gladly returned the very tight hug she was given.
"LaLa! Aww, you sweet thing! I've missed you, too!" The utter excitement caused her southern accent to unveil itself in her voice quite a bit. It was something she hardly ever tried to stop because it wasn't noticeable--to her. When they separated from their hug, Adira smiled her gap-toothed smile. She was already enjoying Ella's physical presence. Her fiery red hair, her smile, and her amazing outfit--which she probably sewed together herself. It was refreshing not to behind a screen anymore. Adira chuckled heartily. "Ugh, you look amazing! Girl, tell me all about Italy! Life was so boring without you and Xin!"
She herself wasn't attracted to men, but she just genuinely wanted to listen to Ella and catch-up for hours. Just as Ella asked where their remaining member of F.A.B was, she seemed to approach them as if on cue. "Aw, you fabulous ass bitches!" she said exuberantly. Drawing into a group hug together, Adira was happier than she had been all morning. "I'm sorry that I had to do this awesome hair-do today that's why I'm late."
She regarded Xinthia's hairstyle. "Hon, that...is...perfection." She looped one arm through Ella's and the other through Xinthia's. "It's good to be back with my besties again. Ready to bless these first years with our beauty?"
Adira, Xinthia, and Ella have firmly established a reputation throughout the campus last year. They were feared and admired. They were gorgeous, intelligent, sassy, and of course fabulous. One could say they had Walt Disney University wrapped around their dainty, slender fingers. And as far as the three of them were concerned, it was going to stay that way for another year. Out of the blue, it seemed, a new face approached the trio.
Adira was skeptical of the young man at first, giving him a "can't you see we're having a moment?" look. But then she took a second glance at his outfit. He wasn't dressed horribly at all. He had very good manners and a good sense of style. He introduced himself as Lucas Tremain--she figured he was a first year. Only first years were sometimes brave or stupid enough to approach them. She was surprised but intrigued when he claimed to dabble in a bit of designing clothes--like Ella.
"Oh?" She glanced at her two friends before looking back at Lucas. She gave a vibrant smile. "Well, pleased to make your acquaintance, Lucas Tremain. I'm Adira Facilier." She had to admit, she liked his confident attitude.
"Not gonna wait for me? How rude!!"
And just like that, Adira's vexed expression was washed away from her face. She beamed at the sound of that voice. She turned in the direction from where it came, catching glimpse of a redhead she was much happier to see: Ella De Vil. Her bestie had taken off her heels just to run to her side--she was just as happy to see her. Adira was practically squealing with delight. She gladly returned the very tight hug she was given.
"LaLa! Aww, you sweet thing! I've missed you, too!" The utter excitement caused her southern accent to unveil itself in her voice quite a bit. It was something she hardly ever tried to stop because it wasn't noticeable--to her. When they separated from their hug, Adira smiled her gap-toothed smile. She was already enjoying Ella's physical presence. Her fiery red hair, her smile, and her amazing outfit--which she probably sewed together herself. It was refreshing not to behind a screen anymore. Adira chuckled heartily. "Ugh, you look amazing! Girl, tell me all about Italy! Life was so boring without you and Xin!"
She herself wasn't attracted to men, but she just genuinely wanted to listen to Ella and catch-up for hours. Just as Ella asked where their remaining member of F.A.B was, she seemed to approach them as if on cue. "Aw, you fabulous ass bitches!" she said exuberantly. Drawing into a group hug together, Adira was happier than she had been all morning. "I'm sorry that I had to do this awesome hair-do today that's why I'm late."
She regarded Xinthia's hairstyle. "Hon, that...is...perfection." She looped one arm through Ella's and the other through Xinthia's. "It's good to be back with my besties again. Ready to bless these first years with our beauty?"
Adira, Xinthia, and Ella have firmly established a reputation throughout the campus last year. They were feared and admired. They were gorgeous, intelligent, sassy, and of course fabulous. One could say they had Walt Disney University wrapped around their dainty, slender fingers. And as far as the three of them were concerned, it was going to stay that way for another year. Out of the blue, it seemed, a new face approached the trio.
Adira was skeptical of the young man at first, giving him a "can't you see we're having a moment?" look. But then she took a second glance at his outfit. He wasn't dressed horribly at all. He had very good manners and a good sense of style. He introduced himself as Lucas Tremain--she figured he was a first year. Only first years were sometimes brave or stupid enough to approach them. She was surprised but intrigued when he claimed to dabble in a bit of designing clothes--like Ella.
"Oh?" She glanced at her two friends before looking back at Lucas. She gave a vibrant smile. "Well, pleased to make your acquaintance, Lucas Tremain. I'm Adira Facilier." She had to admit, she liked his confident attitude.
location: main building
(to the dorms)
mood: somewhat curious
with: Ella De Vil, Xinthia Queen, Lucius Tremain
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(to the dorms)
mood: somewhat curious
with: Ella De Vil, Xinthia Queen, Lucius Tremain
tags:
Bellz
. D O V E
drummerboi
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. D O V E
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Xinthia Queen
feeling: sassy & flirty & fabulous
scenario: acquaintance? oh pls
tags: Ella:
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Adira:
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Lucas:
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Xinthia was nothing but happy to finally get the girls back together for another fabulous year.
Despite the fact that her summer had been eventful and successful, she couldn't get rid of the feeling of boredom deep inside her without Adira and Ella around. Xinthia had been travelling almost everywhere due to her modeling career. As much as she wanted people to take pictures of her, try dresses and outfits on and be on every magazine's cover, she also wanted to spend time with her best friends.
Upon the compliment she received for her hair-do from Adira, she perked up a smile before she caressed said hair. "This is perfection." she giggled while adjusting her attention-grabbing tiara on her head. Well, she was named queen, she acts and looks like a queen and so she might as well dress as a queen.
"It's good to be back with my besties again. Ready to bless these first years with our beauty?"
Xinthia chuckled at this before she made a pose, "Puh-please, these first years are gonna be so wrapped around our perfectly manicured fingers like all the others." a winning smirk made it's way to her features.
Ella and Adira are still the same as ever. They are still fabulous and gorgeous. It's no wonder that the trio's squad is called FAB, true to the acronyms actual meaning.
But then somebody had to step up and get in the middle of their reunion drama. It was a brunette man with a cocky smirk. Xinthia's initial thought was that he was going to start flirting with the three of them so she rolled her eyes and scoffed.
Xinthia stepped towards him before tilting her head, a sly smile on her face. "Oh? Is that so?" she gave out a low chuckle, "So mister Lucas here gets to decide things." she teased. Then she brought up a slender finger to trace down Lucas' right cheek, "But you know, I think my worth is more than just for an acquaintance, don't you think so too?" her voice was almost a whisper but she made sure that the guy could still hear it. She's gonna have this guy at the tips of her fingers after this conversation is finished.
She pulled away from Lucas, "I don't know who you're referring to since our clothing are all customized and aren't available in public." the blonde girl finished. Lucas managed to grab her interest with just his introduction and that's a good sign. Xinthia had always dig cocky and elegant-looking boys. Especially boys who love fashion and has a nice sense of style.
Xinthia batted her eyelashes, "My name's Xinthia. Xinthia Queen."
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