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@whalekeeper OH COOL!!!! XD!! I think Pax is actually gonna like this…
Paxton
Paxton stared at the cloud-like stair steps, blinking for a moment. He glanced from Calvin’s bright, smiling face to Marcel’s impatient eyes.
“It’s alright, nothing to be nervous about. Trust me, it’s smooth as honey!”
Paxton’s brows furrowed, doubting that, but he slowly stepped forward, climbing up one step.
Surprisingly, it held his weight. Not that he was all that large. He climbed the next ones until he was seated, albeit a bit awkwardly, next to Marcel.
He buried his face into his backpack, eyes a bit wide, staring down at Calvin who was now a few feet below him.
“Marcel, be easy with him. Got it?”
Marcel rolled his eyes, popping what looked to be a piece of candy into his mouth. “Yea, sure.” The boy turned to Paxton, a single brow raised in question. “You ready?”
Paxton slowly nodded, though he wasn’t sure.
The cloud he sat on began to move, making Paxton jump and wheeze in surprise. He shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut.
“It’s not that bad. You can open your eyes. Geez…” Marcel sighed. “You act like you’ve never flown on a cloud before.”
Paxton opened one eye, peering down at the students they passed. Paxton’s gaze widened as he watched, mouth opening slightly.
He gave a small gasp of surprise, suddenly understanding what the phrase “Light as a feather” meant.
Paxton had never flown before…and while he wasn’t sure if this technically counted…
He’d always dreamed of flying…
Like his brothers…
And his mother…
And the rest of his people…
But…how was one supposed to do that when they had no wings? When…when they were nothing more than a waste of space?
A small smile lit Paxton’s face as he leaned over a bit, shoulders relaxing. His fluffy white hair billowed a bit, and he let out a small giggle.
So this was what it was like to fly…
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“Ladies first,” Arthur said holding the door open.
“Thanks…,” I could tell he was avoiding the question, which I found amusing. Obviously, he didn’t want me to know. I decided I would drop it… for now.
I looked around the empty lunch hall, “So what’s for dinner tonight, waiter?”
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-ThorneDo you want to do RP between Ev and Falon walking to their next elective
Falon had P.E. I don’t know what Ev has
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-Thorne@freedomwriter76 @godlyfantasy12 @whalekeeper @smiley @euodia-vision @keilah-h (Is that seriously everybody?) (Cuz I feel like I’m missing someone 🤦🏻♀️)
M’kay. So since there are two elective periods, I’m going to try to split these up to help us stay more organized. If your charrie’s electives are both in the same period, then we can switch stuff around. But I’m going to try to make this fit everyone’s schedules.
First Electives
- PE
- Botany
- Art
- Creative Writing
- Home Ec
- Geology
- Gymnastics
- Anatomy
- Dance/Ballet
- Coding
Second Electives
- Psychology
- Woodworking
- Drama
- Yearbook/Journalism (I’m thinking this may include like a school newspaper or something like that)
- Photography
- Childhood Develoment
- Culinary Arts
- Geography
- Karate/Martial Arts
- Survival Skills
- Band
- Trigonometry
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Looks good!
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Does Clint want to walk Ami to her elective? Because I’m pretty sure Ami and Clint have different electives.
Yeah, I can do that! (And you tagged Euodia instead of me. But it’s ok 😊)
Ev has PE too.
Ev
Ev got up out of his seat and grabbed his bag. “So what’s your first elective?” He asked Falon.
“PE,” she answered, shouldering her bag.
“Oh awesome. I’m doing PE too.” As they headed out of the classroom, Ev pulled out his phone and looked at the school map. “Alright…” he clicked his tongue. “The gym is this way!” He pointed down a hall and started walking that way with Falon following.
She fell in step beside him as other students began walking to the gym as well.
(I can’t remember if the two decided on a color to wear for the dance or not, so I’m gonna just write that.)
“We were talking about what color to wear to the dance before class started. How about red?” Ev suggested. He almost laughed out loud because he was starting to sound like Ami, always planning ahead. To say the least, planning wasn’t his strong suit.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Arthur
Arthur grinned, feeling his faux confidence slip right back into place.
“Whatever you wish! I’m on good terms with the boss of the Lunch hall.” He made his way past the rows of tables and chairs, finally reaching the area where they would order their food, and knocked on the wall. “Hey! Sylvia! You in here?”
“Oy?! Don’t ye know it ain’t lunch time for another-” A younger woman, in her older twenties, young thirties, stepped out from the kitchen, silver and blonde hair in a net, and an apron wrapped around her waist. Her eyes widened at the sight of the blonde young man. “Aye! Arthur! Didn’t recognize your voice!”
“Mind giving me and my new friend a quick snack before class?” He asked, smiling innocently.
The woman, Sylvia, crossed her arms, pursing her lips. “Arthur, ye know I can’t just go handing out food to every hungry student that walks by here!”
“Aww, come on Sylvie! Pleaaaase?” He leaned over the counter, looking like more of a child than the teenager he was. He pouted, batting his Amber-colored eyes. “Not even for your favorite student?”
“I never said ye were my favorite…” a small smile twitched at the woman’s lips. She sighed. “But…I suppose I can part with a bit of today’s leftovers…but don’t let anyone see ya with’em! Headmistress’ll have my hide if she finds out!”
Arthur stood up immediately, placing a hand over his heart. “I’d never!”
Sylvia laughed. “Bah.” She quickly grabbed the two a small snack, made from the leftovers of breakfast that morning, and slipped it to them. “Be off with ya!”
Arthur saluted her, making the woman chuckle once again. He handed Evelyn one of the biscuits he’d been handed, along with a granola bar.
“See? Stick with me. I have connections,” he grinned.
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Alright, here’s Derek’s first RP!
Derek
Shouldering his bag, Derek stood up and winked at the girl he was chatting to before class. “I’ll see you later,” he said, flashing her a smile. She giggled and nodded, then joined her friends. He smirked to himself as he left the classroom. He was irresistible, wasn’t he?
He walked down the hall to his locker to grab his computer and coding textbook.
“Nerd,” someone said with a chuckle, probably catching a glimpse of his book. Derek looked up and saw two winged boys saunter past. He shoved the book his bag and grabbed one boy’s shoulder, turning him around.
“What did you say?”
The boy smirked. “I said, nerd.”
Derek raised his eyebrows. He narrowed his eyes. “Nobody gets away with making fun of me,” he said, lowering his voice and glaring.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Marcel
The kid giggled, looking all for the world like a scruffy little lamb. He patted the cloud with both hands, and streams of mist floated on either side, like race car stripes.
Marcel squinted, concentrating.
The streams turned into curls of rainbow, and cotton candy, glowing within, with sparks of lightning and glitter. Two tiny silver wings encircled Pax, then disappeared with a faint puff.
Pax’s eyes sparkled with tears. He cooed quietly.
Marcel looked away. He pulled his hood on again, and flipped a page in his comic. “Fine. Free tickets for both of you. Don’t push it, or I’ll push you off.”
“Glorious.” Cal gave Marcel a gentle punch in the stomach.
“To change the subject. I want macaroni and cheese.”
“That sounds delicious.”
“With the crunchy bread crumbs on the top, and extra stretchy cheese.”
“Oh my goodness… Stop making my mouth water.”
The cloud slowed to a stop, and Calvin slid off the side, stumbling to the floor next to a classroom door. “See you, punk,” he smiled, before walking in.
“Sooo…” Marcel trailed off, as the cloud floated on down the hall. He hesitated, then stuffed a half dozen taffies into his mouth.
“Everything is a mountain”
Falon
“We were talking about what color to wear to the dance before class started. How about red?” Ev suggested.
“Hmm… I like red,” Truthfully I love any patriotic color. “I don’t wear puffy dresses by the way, Are you wearing a red suit or just a red tie.”
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-ThorneEvelyn
“See? Stick with me. I have connections,” Arthur grinned.
I laughed and then looked at the snack. “So do we split up now so I don’t know what your mystery elective is? because I have art,”
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-ThorneSorry didn’t mean to text you XD I meant to text Esther
Sorry ):
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-Thorne@whalekeeper lol I love Marcel and Calvin as a duo. Also the wings thing was so sweet 😭
Paxton
Paxton scrubbed the small tears from his eyes as Calvin descended off the cloud, leaving the boys with a final wave. Paxton returned it, not near as enthusiastically.
“Sooo…” Marcel stuffed more of the bright-colored substance into his mouth. Candy of some sort was all Paxton could guess. Not that he’d really know.
He couldn’t recall if he’d ever actually had candy before.
Paxton suddenly felt a bit apprehensive, with no one there to talk and keep the conversation going.
He wondered for a moment if it would be so bad to try and use his voice for once…
After all…Wolfie and Lukas and Ara hadn’t seemed to mind it…
But…they were different…
He…He could trust them….
But others?
And if his brothers ever found out he was speaking…he’d really be in for it.
Marcel sighed, the candy now gone. The cloud continued to whizz down the hall. The boy flipped a page in the book he was reading-some sort of picture book, and then turned to Paxton. “So…are you mute or something?”
Paxton blinked, a bit shocked at the forwardness of the question. He shook his head.
“You just choose not to then? Seems kinda boring.” Marcel shrugged, turning back to his book.
A few seconds ticked by.
“You’re kinda strange, you know.” Marcel popped another candy into his mouth.
Paxton nodded slowly. Yea…he already knew that.
“Oh, looks like we’re here. Cool,” The cloud stopped and the stairs appeared once again, allowing Paxton to get off. “Guess I’ll see you inside.”
The boys descended off the cloud and Marcel packed up his things. He headed for the door, but was stopped when Paxton gave him a tiny, shy tap on the shoulder. He raised a brow.
“Th..thank y-y-you…” He whispered, refusing to make eye contact.
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“Hmm… I like red,” Falon replied. “I don’t wear puffy dresses by the way, Are you wearing a red suit or just a red tie?”
“You know,” Ev said, tilting his head. “I really like the idea of a red suit. I’m totally doing that. Don’t know where I’ll find one, though. And don’t worry, it won’t be bright red.” He chuckled. Then smiled hopefully. “Unless you want it to be…?”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Falon
“Bright red? I like it, but that means I’m wearing a bright, glittery dress.” my mind was already filled with ideas of the dresses, I had heard talk of the girls going dress shopping, which sounded sort of fun. Riya would probably be there, and Wanda would come if only to help me pick out a dress.
“So how physical are you? because I’m trying to decide if I want you on my team in P.E.,” I asked with a grin.
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-Thorne
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