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Hi. Mind if I add two characters to this RP? If what I’m about to write doesn’t make sense what’s happening, please forgive me. Lol.
Evania
The dance was that night. Evania had only been going to the school for two weeks and the only person she knew there was her younger sister Alina, who arrived at the school with her and had no interest in any dance, so what was the point of trying to go?
She enjoyed the tranquility anyway, even though her sister would annoyingly correct her on a wrong answer every five minutes while she studied.
Evania had decided with almost everything in her that math was something she would never grasp, even if she tried for a thousand years.
Alina
“You just have to…” Alina sat on her sister’s bed in the dorm and started scribbling things on the page, numbers and symbols that she knew her sister couldn’t care less about.
“I’m going to fail…” Evania said hopelessly, then added on with all the drama in her heart, “And never get a job then suffer for never knowing these concepts!”
“You’re so dramatic, lady.” Alina muttered. “And you’re loud. Like we agreed, we wouldn’t be.”
Her sister carried on with her dramatic state.
“Maybe we should try to talk to people tomorrow. At least we wouldn’t suffer alone.”Â
Alina let out a laugh. The things a few hard math problems made her sister say were hysterical.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
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Calligripho
“Human.”
After his unconvincing explanation, Calligripho nodded, still watching him. He had been going to say something else…
And why was everyone talking about “stalking”?
He cleared his throat. “Well, as I have nothing better to do, and I would like to meet the boy you dropped, I shall come.” He shut his book and tucked it under his arm, adjusting his glasses with the opposite hand.
He actually has light pink hair đ
Marcel
âHey, kiddo.â
âHuh?â Marcel slipped off his hood, eyes painted with sea glass and incredulousness.
The shop clerk put his fists on the counter. His mustache bounced as he took in a deep breath. The name tag on his chest spelled out Samuel.
âLook, Iâve been really nice with you. I gave you that solid student discount, I let you explore the back freezer, I listened to your life story, I gave you unicorn sprinkles and flamingo sprinkles on the same gelato bowl.â
He shook his head. âBut you just keep coming back for more.â
Marcel crossed his legs on the stool, and leaned back with a rare smile. âThatâs what I do when I find something good.â
Samuel rolled his eyes, beginning to clean up the table. âIsnât thereâŚsomewhere you should be?â
âNo.â Marcelâs smile weakened. âNo, not really.â
âAnyone youâre meeting with?â
Through the front shop windows, along his left shoulder, families and individuals walked past along the sidewalk, occasionally glancing at him – as if he were a display of sweet-derived pleasure. The light swept into the shop, across the front counter, multiple tables and the cases of ice cream and desserts.
The temporarily normal boy sighed, and stirred the straw around in his glass. âIn my world, they have a saying. Nebula looks like cotton candy, but it is not.â
In other words, no. No one was going to spend time with him.
He slapped some money on his table, but Samuel had turned at the jingling of the door bell and immediately paled. âNot another one.â
Another hooded, depressed boy sat down.
Marcel leaned to one side in his seat to get a better look.
The kid had a hopeless expression, black hair, and tended to hide his face much more than Marcel would in a public area. And that was saying something. He radiated sad energy.
Samuel approached the new boy. “Can I get you anything? Unless it’s marshmallow fudge.”
He glanced pointedly at his other young customer.
âEverything is a mountainâ
Hi!! Welcome! đ All we’re doing is shopping for a school dance\sending charries to lunch
âEverything is a mountainâ
Chase Duke
“I-I-I” He stuttered. His black eyes quickly glanced up, then down again. “N-n-not u-unless.” Chase shook his head, dropping his face into his hands again.
"You need French Toast."
Hi! Thanks! And thanks for letting me know, I wasn’t totally sure what was happening. Lol.
I’ll re write what I wrote so it’ll make sense then. Lol.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
Dante
Dante smirked at Calligraphoâs unnecessarily formal response. His new friend was definitely a bit strange, not that he minded.
âYeah, Iâll tag along.â
The three headed towards Sixteenth Street. The streets were as noisy and crowded as they had been all day.
As they walked, Dante hung back just a bit. He brushed past someone in the crowd and slipped something into his pocket without checking what it was. Hopefully it was money. Pickpocketing was risky while with two companions, but he had realized today was probably the best chance he would get with all the distracted crowds of students. He needed food, new clothes, and transport off of the planet hopefully within the next few days. He brushed past yet another student. These were boarding school kids. They could probably spare a bit of change.
Ahead, the other two boys turned towards the soda fountain shop. Dante followed.
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
He actually has light pink hair đ
Hehe⌠whoopsâŚ
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
Hehe⌠whoopsâŚ
Buuuuuut it could change depending on how old he is, so picturing his hair in a different shade is fine đ
You don’t need to rewrite it! It still fits, and they can stay in their dorm or leave, up to you.
Sorry, itâs short. Chase is justâŚdifficult rn.
No prob.
Marcel
The new boy shook his head and mumbled something.
Samuel seemed surprised at the limited response, but quickly pulled himself together and headed back to his counter.Meanwhile, Marcel putzed around on his phone for a little while, then let his eyes glaze over.
His mental wings drooped.
Something about this school was just depressing. It was unfair to all the interesting people there, but Marcel couldn’t shake the feeling that Destina Tasin brought out the worst of him.
When he protected kids like Paxton, right and wrong, and strength and weakness seemed so clear. But the rest of the time? An absolute mess. And he hadn’t even been there three days.
His instincts tingled.
The new boy, at a table nearby, had his head in his.hands. His hood cast his entire face in shadow.
He was obviously going through something.
And who was going to give him a pick-me-up?
Marcel heaved himself off his stool, and slipped in at the boy’s table, directly across.
He folded his hands together and wore an open gaze. “So, random stranger… You good, dude?”
âEverything is a mountainâ
He let his eyes meet Livâs for a moment, then dropped his gaze back down to his plate.
Awww, I think Lukas has a crush!
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I FREAKED OUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! haha! (i managed to stifle my scream of joy XD)
I’m just waiting for Lukas to work up the courage to ask her….or Fynn (or Xandro!!) to force him into it lol!
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333reposting this cuz something weird happened
Eddie
A little bell jangled over their heads as the girls stepped into the shop. Eddieâs tail swished excitedly as she looked around. She grabbed Ellieâs wrist and dashed immediately towards the extra small section. Then she began grabbing things off the rack and holding them up to her sister.
âSo, you want to wear blue again? What about this one? No, you donât like sequins. Ooo, look this one has roses!â
Ellie stared fixedly at the floor, fidgeting with the seam of her sweater.
âEd⌠Iâm not really up for this.â She gave a small smile. âWhy donât you just pick it out for me? I think Iâm gonna justâŚâ
She paused, gave Eddie a quick side hug, and then started walking towards the front door. Chloe and Eddie watched her head out into the street and disappear back into the crowd.
Eddie turned to Chloe.
âDonât mind her. She just gets like that sometimes. Did you find anything you like?â
Ellie
It took all of Ellieâs self control to walk naturally instead of running as fast she could across the street. She wasnât sure where she was going, but she did not want to go back to the dorms. Her roommates might be there and she might have to introduce herself. Her feet led her to the emptiest restaurant on the street.
There were only currently two customers inside. Ellie actively avoided eye contact and hurried to the stool in the farthest corner. A large mustached man leaned on the counter.
âWhat can I get you?â
âDo you⌠do you have any jelloberry soda?â
The man sighed. She noticed his name tag said âSamuelâ.
âI have raspberry. That alright?â
Eddie nodded and Samuel went to get the drink, muttering something about kids under his breath. As she waited, she took a napkin from its holder and began folding it into a paper crane.
@rae @whalekeeper Ellieâs here now, but you donât have to interact with her at all if you donât want to. I just needed to move her somewhere else. Now itâs a whole party for antisocial teenagers in this shopâ¨âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
Chase Duke
Another boy slid into the seat across from him, but Chase kept his face in his hands.
“So, random stranger⌠You good, dude?â
Chase looked up, his black eyes locking with the boy’s for a few seconds, before looking down again. He set his hands on the table, but rubbed the white scar on the back of his hand. He could try being friendly, right? He reached up, and pulled his hood down off his head like Fynn said made him more approachable. Oh, Fynn. Chase shivered.
“I-I… I… ” Chase shook his head. He really could not string a sentence together, could he? “My n-name is C-Chase. I-I just came from…” His nature screamed to run, but Chase wanted to try being someone normal for a change. The Marshall’s had been so kind to him, Callista, Livia, Lukas…Fynn. They all had been nice to him, something he only had known with his mother. Something that began, and then didn’t seem to end. Unlike with all his other foster families. Why couldn’t he be “normal” like them?
“Nowhere, really.” What to say, what to say. Lulls in the conversation were something “normal” people didn’t apparently let happen. “I-I…I like green.” That had worked once, why not again?
"You need French Toast."
Cool :] *Makes a mental note of her presence*
Marcel
Marcel nodded slowly. “Nice.”
He hesitated, then pulled at a strand of his pink hair. “People always assume what my favorite color is. But I like orange.”
Chase fidgeted a little, which Marcel took to mean he was absorbing the information.
Some machine in the back of the shop buzzed on, and whirred with life.The two boys let the silence breathe.
“Just…” Marcel took a deep breath too. “If you’re lonely, look for other lonely people.”
Chase looked up.
“And give yourself the benefit of the doubt.”
âEverything is a mountainâ
Oh okay! I’m going to keep what I put on there then.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
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