__ ❝U-um, hallo. You are okay?❞ An accented and melodic voice came from behind her as she stood to leave the dining hall. Eleanora swiveled around to meet the blue eyes of a blonde-haired girl. Her own face flushed a bit and she stepped back to put some distance between her and the stranger. Someone...noticed? ❝Yes, I am. T-Thank you! I just m-managed to bite my tongue.❞ That was another thing. That stutter. It wasn't bad and was only really obvious when she was nervous, but she was planning on hiring someone to help her with that. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. Ah, so much to fix..But that didn't mean that she shouldn't at least be trying. Part of her wanting nothing more than to isolate herself while she was getting better, but she didn't want to be friendless at the end of this whole thing...So she smiled. ❝My name is Eleanora...You're not from here, are you?❞
❝U-um, hallo. You are okay?❞ An accented and melodic voice came from behind her as she stood to leave the dining hall. Eleanora swiveled around to meet the blue eyes of a blonde-haired girl. Her own face flushed a bit and she stepped back to put some distance between her and the stranger. Someone...noticed? ❝Yes, I am. T-Thank you! I just m-managed to bite my tongue.❞ That was another thing. That stutter. It wasn't bad and was only really obvious when she was nervous, but she was planning on hiring someone to help her with that. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. Ah, so much to fix..But that didn't mean that she shouldn't at least be trying. Part of her wanting nothing more than to isolate herself while she was getting better, but she didn't want to be friendless at the end of this whole thing...So she smiled. ❝My name is Eleanora...You're not from here, are you?❞
❝Yes, I am. T-Thank you! I just m-managed to bite my tongue.❞ That was another thing. That stutter. It wasn't bad and was only really obvious when she was nervous, but she was planning on hiring someone to help her with that. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. Ah, so much to fix..But that didn't mean that she shouldn't at least be trying. Part of her wanting nothing more than to isolate herself while she was getting better, but she didn't want to be friendless at the end of this whole thing...So she smiled. ❝My name is Eleanora...You're not from here, are you?❞
❝My name is Eleanora...You're not from here, are you?❞
[/url] ________ Damn, he should have brought more. Of course he had managed to go through the book he had been reading with extreme quickness. Ah, poetry. Too short. What he liked most about it, though, was that it could be about anything and prepared in any way. He didn't exactly consider himself the best poet, but it was enough for him that he could call himself one despite that. Poetry wasn't hard or easy, and it came from a place within. No wrong answers. Regardless, he had finished his book and first period had yet to begin. With a quiet yawn, he pushed himself up from the plush loveseat, shoved his phone into his pocket, picked up his book and coffee and carried his feet along the dark floors and to the the aisles. This library was breathtakingly gorgeous. He was a little bummed that he would probably not be seeing much of it once he was done with high school. As he browsed the first floor's aisles, he caught a glimpse of a tall boy gazing at the books. He seemed a bit stumped as to what to go with...To approach or not to approach. ...Theodore gazed towards the line of books he was considering. Aaaagh. ❝The Girl in Watercolors is a great read.❞ Theodore's voice was leveled as always. He felt a bit awkward chiming in, but he hoped it helped him make his selection. He shrugged his shoulders and began to browse the same aisle for something he hadn't read yet.
Accepted. -- In the future, we all time skip together. I don't know how people got to after school when some people were still at before school while some people were in first period already. Like...what. That is why I asked for the beginning of the RP thread to be read to refresh your memory. That's how it works. I tell you guys when we're at certain points of the day. It's okay this time because we had less time than we would due to the weird time skip, but for the future please...don't do that. lol. It's confusing. Some characters are sleeping and some characters haven't even started class yet. Wat.
THE POWER TO 'DECLARE' HAS BEEN REVOKED.
⬉⬉__⬉ The oatmeal they served at the Academy of Excellency was positively delicious. Thinking back on it, Eleanora wasn't sure if she had ever actually tasted the hot cereal before now. Berries, brown sugar and butter made for excellent additions and, ultimately, she did not regret her decision to grab breakfast before class. There was a large variety to choose from. Muffins, eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, crepes, french toast, biscuits, hashbrowns...Sure, it was expensive, but ever since finding that mysterious package of cash in her suitcase, lack of money wasn't on her list of concerns. Yes...that much money would do that to a person, wouldn't it? She hadn't hesitated to spend it, though she had not told Shirley about it. Shirley, like her son, was no fool and she was not to be trifled with. Eleanora didn't want another police scare, though this time was she was completely innocent. Mostly, she used the money on a major shopping spree. Her days after Christmas were spent reinventing herself. Thick, messily cut hair was straightened, and childish bangs were parted and styled. She invested in some make-up, as well. Her previous wardrobe of bright colors and frills was given away to a charity upon Shirley's request (though she had wanted very much to burn them), while her spellbooks were donated to the local library. Two days ago had been her birthday, and fifteen-year-old Eleanora was not a witch. She was an orphan suffering from some sort of traumatic memory loss. Regular therapy sessions would start later in the week and she was looking forward to them. During the break she had visited the doctor and was diagnosed with Depression and (upon sharing her set of outbursts) Borderline Personality Disorder. She was promptly prescribed medication and scheduled for future visits. She had to admit...She was afraid. Both of herself and whatever else was lurking beneath the surface. She was also afraid to remember. Who was Simon? Had he existed? What of her parents? Where were her they? How long had she been living in that attic? Had John known...? ❝Ouch!❞ The spoon for her oatmeal fell from her fingers with a clank. Somehow she had managed to bite her tongue. The bitter, metallic taste of blood caused her to crinkle her nose and she washed it down with some water. Luckily, no one in the cafeteria had seemed to notice. Most of them were too distracted by some clearly popular guy. Invisible as always, except it didn't really hurt anymore. The rosary around her neck chimed as she stood and picked up her green tray, disposing of her leftovers and setting the tray on top of the garbage can where others had been left. By the end of the day she was sure that the light backpack she had slung over her shoulder would be much heavier. Sigh.
The oatmeal they served at the Academy of Excellency was positively delicious. Thinking back on it, Eleanora wasn't sure if she had ever actually tasted the hot cereal before now. Berries, brown sugar and butter made for excellent additions and, ultimately, she did not regret her decision to grab breakfast before class. There was a large variety to choose from. Muffins, eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, crepes, french toast, biscuits, hashbrowns...Sure, it was expensive, but ever since finding that mysterious package of cash in her suitcase, lack of money wasn't on her list of concerns. Yes...that much money would do that to a person, wouldn't it? She hadn't hesitated to spend it, though she had not told Shirley about it. Shirley, like her son, was no fool and she was not to be trifled with. Eleanora didn't want another police scare, though this time was she was completely innocent. Mostly, she used the money on a major shopping spree. Her days after Christmas were spent reinventing herself. Thick, messily cut hair was straightened, and childish bangs were parted and styled. She invested in some make-up, as well. Her previous wardrobe of bright colors and frills was given away to a charity upon Shirley's request (though she had wanted very much to burn them), while her spellbooks were donated to the local library. Two days ago had been her birthday, and fifteen-year-old Eleanora was not a witch. She was an orphan suffering from some sort of traumatic memory loss. Regular therapy sessions would start later in the week and she was looking forward to them. During the break she had visited the doctor and was diagnosed with Depression and (upon sharing her set of outbursts) Borderline Personality Disorder. She was promptly prescribed medication and scheduled for future visits. She had to admit...She was afraid. Both of herself and whatever else was lurking beneath the surface. She was also afraid to remember. Who was Simon? Had he existed? What of her parents? Where were her they? How long had she been living in that attic? Had John known...? ❝Ouch!❞ The spoon for her oatmeal fell from her fingers with a clank. Somehow she had managed to bite her tongue. The bitter, metallic taste of blood caused her to crinkle her nose and she washed it down with some water. Luckily, no one in the cafeteria had seemed to notice. Most of them were too distracted by some clearly popular guy. Invisible as always, except it didn't really hurt anymore. The rosary around her neck chimed as she stood and picked up her green tray, disposing of her leftovers and setting the tray on top of the garbage can where others had been left. By the end of the day she was sure that the light backpack she had slung over her shoulder would be much heavier. Sigh.
D-don't listen to him, he doesn't know what he's talking about... *casually burns your birth certificate*
shake that healthy butt
I am alright. How are you?
Hey, hey. <3 Have you been doing well?
Female School Uniforms from Hyuge; Spring / Summer = http://www.solilor.com/media/catalo...ic_lolita_academic_stylish_lolita_dress_1.jpg Fall / Winter = http://media-cache-ec6.pinterest.com/upload/103793966382480162_wkXS81UY_b.jpg
Kite's is ridiculously beautiful and super talented and has a great fashion sense and is really nice and pretty perfect.
Thank you for your enthusiasm, but please read the thread's rules and such!
Update; Llave has asked for a 2-3 day extension. Kitty will be going with Llave's art.
[/url] ✔________✔ Christmas with Elliot and Olivia was interesting, to say the least. It left him feeling much more comfortable with Elliot and overall more willing and likely to contact him from time to time...It also left him feeling awkward around and almost envious of Olivia, though he remained polite. He would never admit his jealousy but how close they were annoyed him. Sort of sucked the greatness out of Elliot and his semi-reunion. New Year's Eve was uneventful. He spent most of it at the academy, alone. It was sort of nice because there were fireworks and some sweets to eat, but other than that...It was just another day. Now, it seemed he had survived long enough to start school up for the new semester. It had been a tremendously long and tiresome break, but he was still not looking forward to resuming his studies. Pompous, chatty students in typical school uniforms poured once again onto the grounds, filling up all of the abandoned space left by their absence. He hated it. Them paired with the Bellhurst kids...It was terrible. Too noisy. So, this morning he sat in the large library with one of his poetry novels, his cell phone and some coffee. The bell for first period rang but he didn't start school, technically, until second period. He would hang out here for a bit. The time alone was nice. He even had a few moment to roam Tumblr and receive the fan mail from Kallisti. It was dateless so he didn't know how late he was, but he replied anyway.
It's all good. Thanks for letting me know.
time skip Spoiler: doushite it's okay not to be super active all of the time but seems like we lost some steam and uh seizing the opportunity to time skip Spoiler: what now January 3rd is the day we start school. all of the time leading up to this point can easily be expanded upon. important; this is not a school rp. school rping is, on average, really boring and redundant. For you newbies, this is how school days work. Morning Before School (School will start at 8:15am) Lunch Time (Lunch will start 11:20am) After School (School ends at 1:50pm) They're basically complied of time skips. Read towards the beginning of the RP for clarification. Sometimes the day will start at lunch time, sometimes the day will start in the morning or directly after school. If you have something planned for any of that time, tell me before hand so I don't just time skip over your plans. School is mostly void, HOWEVER, I suggest keeping a school schedule handy for consistency and knowing what your classes are and what order they're in . Keep them basic with a couple of interesting electives. Minimum is 6 classes. Maximum is 9 + unlimited number of independent study classes. ask me if you need anymore clarification or have any more questions.
(Story pending). (This will be the best story you've ever heard).
Thank you! Sorry for missing some things. Haven't slept yet and it's almost 4am. ~ n ~ <3 I've been okay. Just perpetually tired! I hope you've...
Hello, Marci. <3 RP Idol will be ongoing. It's been in hiatus for a while now because I am revamping it for the third time due to, as you noticed,...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! *THROWS CONFETTI* *CAKE EVERYWHERE* Have a wonderful one. I LOVE YOU.