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Ahhhhhh!!!! I can hardly wait! *Sob*
THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!!!
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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This is going to be awesome!
Reúven & Friends
The hall outside the cafeteria reeked of ravioli and broccoli. Reúven wrinkled his nose and considered his choices.
An MRE, or school lunch?
He glanced in the trashcan as they stepped inside.
MRE.
He would rather trust the decapitated enchiladas in his bag than the mystery meat in the ravioli.
They made their way through the crowd and sat down at one of the back tables. This was surprisingly easy, since most kids tended to stay away from the student that comes to school wearing combat boots and a lugging military duffle half his size.
He set his said duffle down beside him and began unpacking his MRE.
“Put it up.” Liora said with some authority.
“Why?” He glanced up from checking if the gum was good or not. She had folded her hands over her large lunch bag and was watching him amusedly.
“Because the heating packet will only make this place stink more, and…”
Viktor gave a hopeful sigh.
“Amma made us cabbage rolls.”
“Yes! Here’s to life and mother’s!” Viktor raised his thermos in a toast.
They laughed and the MRE disappeared back into his bag without further mention.
Alwin
Detention? He sat with his ears ringing as the Headmistress lectured them on respect and discipline.
Detention. He sighed and gave a weak nod of submission, but his heart burned inside him. What did he do to deserve this? He hardly noticed that it was merely a token punishment when compared to Rupert’s. He only had two minutes, but it might as well have been an hour.
He would miss lunch.
Finally, they were dismissed. The two boys followed the teacher out into the hall. There stood a tall man with a binder in his hand.
The man smiled at them and pressed something into Alwin’s hand as they passed. Alwin looked down to see a bright flier stating:
Don’t Forget!
Starting today, every other school day (Tuesday and Thursday) the
PROJECT H CLUB
Will be meeting at 3:00 in Dr. Winton’s office room 257.
There will be FREE FOOD and fun.
(A bus is reserved for the attendants.)
All he saw were the two most beautiful words in the English language: free food.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon UUUGH I LUC ALWIN. AND REÚVEN. AND VIKTOR. AND LIORA. AND WINTON!!! ALL OF UR CHARRIES!!!
@koshka is Almarrin in the college part of the academy, I think you’d already said that but yea XD#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSeb@koshka @elishavet-pidyon @freedomwriter76 OOH YALL….also…
Lyn is about to do some SCHEEEEEMING!!!!
Jocelyn
Lyn sighed, walking down the hall, eyes roving from door to door.
“Lyn…that’s the fourth time you’ve sighed in less then two minutes…” Grimm said, “Calm down.”
“But what if he’s-!”
“Lyn…”
“Or what if-!”
“Jocelyn…”
“And what if-!”
“Lyn!” Grimm grabbed her shoulders, staring into her eyes. “Hey…” Jocelyn blinked tearily, trying to rid herself of all the horrible thoughts and images in her head. Slowly, Grimm pulled her close. “It’s gonna be alright.”
Lyn nodded into his chest, then wiped at her eyes, gazing at the bulletin board next to them.
“He’s just…so…stubborn…” She glanced at her shoes. “He always has been…but…I just…I can tell he’s hurting…can tell that he…he…” She gave a small hiccup, but bit her lip, forcing herself to not cry.
“Lyn…what happened to both of you was…” She felt his grip tighten around her, “Unspeakable.” Grimm released her slowly, backing away to look her in the eyes. “And it’s alright to be worried about him. I understand. But don’t let it take you too much of a toll on you…okay?”
Jocelyn smiled, nodding. She wrapped her arms around Grimm’s neck. “I love you…”
Grimm’s eyes drifted away. “I…I love you too.”
Lyn leaned back onto his chest, eyes glancing at the billeting board once more. Her gaze sharpened, focusing in on a specific flyer.
“Project H Club?” Lyn asked. Grimm followed her gaze. He shrugged as she left his grip to get a better look.
“I…I think I heard about that…It’s being run by the school counselor. Ah…well, he’s practically the counselor.”
“We have a counselor?!” Lyn gasped. “How did I not know this…” She shook her head. “Anyway!” She turned back to the flyer, taking it from the board. “What’s it all about?”
“Probably for…you know…trouble youth? He is a counselor.” Grimm raised a brow as a twinkle danced in Lyn’s eye. “Why? I know that look…that is not a good look…”
Lyn turned to him, flyer clutched to her chest.
“This could solve our problems…” She whispered.
“What? What problems?”
“All of them!” She squealed, as if that helped at all. Grimm stared at her incredulously.
“I’m…not following.”
“Think about it! Who better to help troubled young people…then a counselor!”
“I…just said that?”
“Troubled…like Nyx?”
Grimm’s eyes shot up. He let out a snort. “You think…you think you can get Nyx…to go to a counselor? Lyn…he…he won’t even talk to you…” he said softly.
Lyn smirked, a wicked gleam in her eye. “If we trick him he will!”
Grimm crossed his arms. “Lyn….”
“And he’s not the only one! Though…we won’t have to trick the others…” She tapped her chin, beginning to pace. “Like November…”
“November?!”
“Think about it Grimmy! We’ve been trying so hard to find a way to..to…show November that the way he sees himself…the way he’s treated isn’t right! We have no proof…and he doesn’t see it…this…this could be it!! And…it’s a club setting…he wouldn’t be the wiser as to what it’s really about! He’ll think it’s about his insecurities or something.”
Grimm shook his head, holding out his hands, “Now wait a min-“
Lyn gasped, “And we can show this to Angelina!”
“Angelina?”
Lyn blinked. Ah! Right…Grimm…didn’t know about that.
“Ah…nevermind. I’ll handle that,” she winked.
“Jocelyn this is…”
“Amazing right?! Perfect timing, I know! Ah! Okay, I’ve got to go find start planning now! Cya!” She gave Grimm a kiss on the cheek before zooming off.
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#ProtectSebAhhh Lyn was so fun in that RP!! That one really showed her personality in this AU!
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#ProtectSebYes, I was thinking he was taking a few extra classes while doing training at the same nearby military base as Rúven is taking his.
Plus he’s here looking for a possible tie to his lost sister.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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#ProtectSebAhhhhhh!!!!! She’s hilariously awesome.
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Arabella
“I’m Arabella , by the way,” Ara smiled, offering her hand to the young gentleman who’d brought them food. He graciously took it. “This is November, my best friend.” November waved with his good hand, smiling.
The young man nodded his head, “I am Almarrin. Tis nice to to meet you both.”
“We saw how Aramis tried to push you around. Jerk.” Another young man, sitting near Riker and Leo spoke, eyes directed at Ara. He sat up. “Name’s Erich.”
Ara smiled a greeting, rubbing her arm where Aramis had grabbed her. Other then being just a tad sore, it was fine. Still, November gazed at her worriedly. She shrugged him off.
“How’s your arm?” Leo asked Novemver, brows furrowed.
“H-Huh?” November blinked. “Oh! It…It’s fine…The cast’s pretty uncomfortable…but it doesn’t hurt too terribly…and if it gets too bad the doctor prescribed some meds. Though, they’re back at home.” November quirked his lips, looking away for a moment, face flushing. He turned back with a cough. “Ah…h-how’s Joshua?”
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“Nyx…Nyx…”
He twitched. His hand swatted at an infuriating gnat that buzzed at his ear, incessantly poking him.
“NYX!”
His eyes shot open, revealing Luna, standing above him, finger out and repeatedly touching one of his large ears. He hissed, swatting her away.
“What?!”
“Class is over! Inglor already headed out. I wanna catch up with him, come on!”
Nyx huffed. “Then go.”
“I can’t without you,” she put slipped up the hoodie of her purple and pink Galaxy hoodie. “Jocelyn wouldn’t-“ Nyx rolled his eyes, “Want me to leave you alone.”
Nyx didn’t budge.
Luna groaned. “Come oooonnn!!!” She grabbed his arm, tugging him to his feet. Nyx huffed as she pulled him out the door.
“Aha! He awakes!” Inglor laughed, turning to spot the two.
“Sadly…” Nyx growled under his breath, crossing his arms.
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@koshka. @elishavet-pidyon. @godlyfantasy12. AHHHH!!!!! LOVE IT WITH WINTON!!!!!! ALL MY ABUSED BABIES NEED TO GET IN THEREEEEEE!!!!!!
Reuben (I’m gonna move them to lunch, if you don’t mind!)
They walked into the cafeteria.
Jakob had gone to get Joshua, so Reuben, Wolfgang, and Paxton had hurried to lunch without him.
Reuben glanced around. Now…to only find an empty table.
“Ah, there’s the little Flit.”
Reuben turned to see Aramis, who stood from his seat, eyes shooting daggers at Paxton.
Reuben’s gaze fell, as he had been taught and trained to do, as Aramis walked closer.
“Hey! You leave him alone!” Wolfgang suddenly cried, jumping in front of Paxton.
Aramis raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “And you think that you can stop me?”
“I can and I will.” Wolfgang replied, glaring.
Reuben looked up, heartrate increasing.
But suddenly, footsteps sounded, and someone shoved Aramis aside. “Leave them alone, Aramis. Stop picking on kids younger than you. Fight someone your own size for once.” Ezra snarled, stepping in between Aramis and all three of them. “Go on, guys, go find a table.”
Reuben grabbed Wolfgang’s hand and led both him and Paxton over to an empty table, leaving Ezra to stand eye-t0-eye with Aramis.
Leo
“Ah…h-how’s Joshua?” November asked, face flushed.
Leo smiled faintly. “He…he’s doing pretty well. He has pain medication, and he can still get around, so I think he’s doing pretty well. He seems just as happy and optimistic as ever. We’re all doing alright.” He smiled again, but it was forced.
Riker raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing Leo’s smile. Leo looked down at his lunch tray of disgusting cafeteria food, refusing to meet Riker’s gaze.
Erich turned to Arabella and November. “What’s Aramis’ problem, anyways?”
Asher
Asher slid into a seat, as Jayden sat across from him, staring at the tray in front of him.
It looked absolutely disgusting.
Asher dug into his bag. “Jayden, hey, I totally forgot! My Mama packed extra food in here so you could have some too.”
Jayden’s eyes widened and lit up behind his glasses. “R-really?”
Asher nodded and gave his best friend a warm smile. “Really.”
His parents had both seemed very concerned when Asher talked about how Jayden was being bullied and never had food to bring to school. So, his Mama made and packed food for Asher and Jayden.
“Here you go, Jay.” Asher said with another smile, handing Jayden some of the food his Mama had made.
Jayden stared at it before taking it. “T-thank you…” He whispered softly.
Joshua
He couldn’t stop thinking about the flier.
It would be perfect. For his brothers, Paxton, and whoever else needed it.
And he was so glad to hear that someone in the school actually cared. Because it seemed like most of them didn’t.
“Jakob, it will be great for Leo, Reuben, Wolfgang, and even you.”
Jakob shook his head. “You know we’d get in trouble for it, and Leo won’t talk about any of it. I don’t know if Reuben would either. Leo…has always kept it a secret because our stepmother told us to keep it that way.”
“But this…it could help them both open up. Especially Leo.”
Jakob sighed. “I don’t know if anything could help him open up…and Wolfgang…does he even know it’s abuse?”
Joshua bit his lip.
He wasn’t really…sure. He was pretty sure Wolfgang knew, but then again…did he?
Angelina
Angelina walked down the hall towards cafeteria, side by side with Iris.
She had seen the flier.
But…she wouldn’t be able to convince Riker. He was set on keeping it a secret. From everyone.
But Angelina had already told Jocelyn, and she kept looking over at Iris.
Iris cared a lot about Riker…and she was one of the few people who knew about his grades. She was his tutor, after all. They were…more than that, actually. Angelina knew they were. Even if they didn’t admit it.
And Iris…she would understand…right?
“Oh, here we are.” Iris said, walking into cafeteria. Angelina followed her to a table, since they both already had home lunches.
“Excuse me,” Iris asked, “can we sit here?”
Three teens sat at the table. Two boys. One girl.
One of the boys, wearing military boots, smiled.
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Paxton
Paxton looked back at his brother, whose eyes still watched him before returning to Ezra. The two began a…very heated conversation.
Paxton winced, pulling closer to Wolfgang and Reuben.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Wolfgang said, a small smile on his lips. Paxton glanced at him, and then gave a small smile in return.
Reuben looked at him.
“What did he call you?” He whispered, voice soft and quiet, just like Paxton would expect from such a…quiet soul.
Paxton frowned, lips trembling slightly.
Wolfgang glared back at Aramis as the three sat down at a table. “It’s stupid. Doesn’t matter.”
Paxton blinked.
Doesn’t…matter?
He looked down at his hands.
It sure seemed to matter to most people…
“Who is that guy, anyway…I…I met one winged person…kinda like him before…” Reuben looked off. “But, he wasn’t that…mean.”
Wolfgang raised a brow, “Ha. Must not have been Edrich then! He’s mean too,” the boy crossed his arms. “Those are Paxton’s brothers.”
Reuben’s eyes shot up. “H-His what?” He looked at the white-haired boy. Paxton flushed.
“Yea, they’re jerks! And bullies. But…apparently they practically run the school…”
Wolfgang looked sadly at Paxton, who was twiddling his thumbs anxiously.
“That’s….” Reuben sucked in a breath. “Okay…that explains everything that happened yesterday…”
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 oh! Joshua should totally approach Paxton with the flyer, I was trying to figure out how he would even like “want” to go or whatever. @koshka @elishavet-pidyon
Jocelyn
Jocelyn peeked her head through the doors of the cafeteria, eyes scanning the crowd. She spotted November and Ara at a table in the back, and nearly hopped over to them, but stopped as she spotted others she needed to speak to first.
“Joshua! Jakoooob!” She cried, waving her hand with the flier in the air. She skipped over to their table.
A few students glanced at her, but most, used to her antics, simply returned to their food.
Jakob and Joshua blinked, staring at her as she approached. She slammed the flier onto the table, a large smile on her face.
“I’m joining a club! And I want you to join with me.”
A small smile came to Joshua’s face, but he shook his head. “I’ve already tried, Lyn…” he whispered. And then his head shot up, “Wait, how…?”
Jakob was staring at her as if she had three heads.
“Oh please, I’m not some dumb blonde….” She sat beside Jakob, rested her head on her hands. “I could…just tell. In your eyes…” she said softly.
Both boys looked away.
“No matter! I want you to come with meee! And the others!”
“Others?” Jakob raised a brow. Lyn smirked.
“I plan on getting some others to join too….” She leaned back slightly, a devilish glint in her eyes. “But you’ll see soon enough! If you come!”
“Jocelyn, I-“ Jakob started.
“Come on…please?” Lyn gripped the boy’s arm, doing her best puppy eyes. “Listen…I…” She sucked in a breath. “I’m going to try to get my brother to come with…but you know that’s going to be difficult….BUT! If some others come along…maybe it won’t be so hard to convince him!”
She looked at Jakob pleadingly. “Besides….We can keep it a secret….we’ll tell everyone in the club…I’m sure whoever shows up will have their own secrets…”
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