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✵ Mood: Curious? ✵ Location: Alex's House ✵ Outfit ✵ OOC: ✵ ​

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Even though there were some break between the questions asked, Alex was still bombarded with plenty of questions by his cousin. Fortunately he was spared when he got the email notice on his phone.​

To: All students and faculty​

From: Julius​

Here's your favourite professor with a special announcement!​

The University feels that you kids need to get more social and stuff so they decided to try and get the students more involved in things other than schoolwork! So let us put the power in the hands of the students, for those that wish to reopen some clubs just message me and I'll set up a discussion board. If there are any events just message me as well! Elections for Student Council is also about to start as well so send in your nominations if you want to run for the title of Forissimo godfather. Remember this is all optional and if you want to murder somebody murder the people that are giving me orders....please...​

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Student Council, well he's never really gave it any thought and doubted that anyone would actually nominate him for a position. Still that doesn't mean that he couldn't nominate someone else, the question was who.​

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With a quick glance of his eye, Leon managed to read select parts of the email before Alex closed it. "Are you planning on running for something?" He asked, though in response he got an unsure shrug. It made sense that he would quite know what to do right now, after all he did just find out about this. "At least consider it." Much like the cousin who'd helped Alex get over his stuttering problem, Leon was also willing to help out in any way that he could.​

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"Well then, it was a pleasure to meet you Cel. Once more, I do apologize for our unfortunate run in and I do hope your head feels better. For now though, I must be off to go purchase some milk from the nearest grocery establishment. So if you'd excuse me,"​

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"Pleasure is all mine." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. How odd for a boy to talk that way. She then headed back to the house. She shut the door hard as she went inside. What a day. She sighed, going upstairs to check her head, then taking some pain meds. She lied down. ​

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"I met an odd boy today. He's some rich kid that goes to my school. He acts all funny. Not like, weird funny, like British funny. I'm not sure." She wrote. "He nearly split my head open, the nerve of someone just ramming into someone. Unless he did it on purpose." She laughed. ​

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"Ya right. Anyway, I thought he was a kid and called him a brat, whoops. Oh well, he still looks no older then maybe 17 and a half. I redyed my hair, it looks much better now. I find the pink fades faster then normal." She looked at the calender ​

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"Tomorrow will be the 13th year without dad here, tomorrow is the day he died... What will I do for it? I guess I could go to the grave yard, but his body isn't there it's back in London anyway... Maybe I'll go anyway, or just walk around for the day, get some peace and quiet...." ​

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She finished writing, and then, slowly thinking about her father, she fell asleep. ​

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Whitney didn't do much of the day because of writers personal reasons. At least this time she managed to put herself to bed before her narcolepsy took her to a world of dreams. She grabbed a small snack from downstairs before heading upstairs. It was just a normal peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Upstairs she finished the food then brushed her teeth and stripped herself nude. She got under the covers and just stared at the wall above her/ bunk bed. (That was never decided). She could only think what the people around this place were like. Other than her cousin and Natalie.

After some time passed, she eventually fell into a peaceful drift.

 

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Another day, another night. It had been a fun day. She had barely had any problems with Bianca, so that was always a good sign. It was then that they received Julius's message about student council. The thought intrigued Natalie.

Natalie had fun with chatting about it all with Estelle, and she decided that she'd surprise everyone by running for Student Council. "First man Alex... Yeaaaahhh..." she said with a smile. She curled up in bed and slept, "I just can't wait to be queen..."

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Bianca listened to Natalie in disgust. "Pfft. Queen. How stupid and silly. She'll never win, not as long as I'm running against her."

She went to bed and let down her hair, then brushed it. No use getting it all tangled while she slept, right? Bianca looked over to Whitney and smiled. "Goodnight sister." she whispered before laying in bed and attempting to fall asleep, since her insomnia barely allowed her to sleep a wink.

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[/url] The young man had finished his stroll not too long after his discussion with the Ms. Cel. Walking into the grocery establishment he was able to find the milk and check out rather easily. One such convenience of no soul daring the outside world was that there was no waiting times for lines such as there would usually be. When all was said and done, he had merely exited the establishment and made his way to his humble abode. Once there, he was greeted with quite the ecstatic greeting from his younger sister. She seemed rather jovial that he was in a state of perfect health and showed no signs of being infected by something. Mother dear, however, was quite displeased. She chastised him as to how irresponsible and reckless he had been about the whole situation. He was rather apathetic to the entire situation and merely brushed off her breatement and merely drank a glass of milk.

Once he had finished his class work for the day he had decided to check his email. To his surprise he had received a new message on the status of the school. How interesting it was that they had decided to continue all of the club activities despite such a terrible event happening around them. And how he was excited for the student council election. It was always a pleasant thing to see the students, however superficial it may or may not be, gain some sort of authority over the school and decisions that affect its students. When all was said and done though, he had resigned himself to his bed and fell asleep for the night.

Meanwhile on some other undefined point in the town of Candlewood, Evan had done Evan shenanigans while Torv did Torv shenanigans. After a day of the two of them doing their respective shenanigans, Evan offered his place for Torv to stay at, if he wanted to, for the night and then went to bed himself.

 

After some more talking both Leon and Alex went to take a shower before heading to bed. Elsewhere Shane had had his mind filled with different thought and was as to finally get some sleep, Nathan just did some Internet browfing for no particular reason before heading to bed.

 

Richie stared at Elisa's message intensely, trying to decipher exactly what she meant. She was sincere, of course, but the fact that she suddenly replied for once. She must have done it being Ryder's back, he figured, since he'd probably be upset with her for texting his twin. He wasn't exactly possessive per se, but if Richie had to guess, he'd say that he was more... selfish, in a way, for wanting to spend as much time with her as possible. Maybe that's how he felt whenever Richie and Elisa hung out together...

Looking back to the text, Richie couldn't help but smile slightly. Elisa was returning to the Duvont home with Ryder, so they would get to finally get together! He was still mad at her, but he was excited all the same to see her. His mind mused about what they could do together. They could play Monopoly, or make a video, or just surf Tumblr or YouTube! Whaever they would do, it was sure to be fun... if Ryder didn't try to interfere, that is.

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Richie waved goodbye to his best friend as she departed into Ryder's bedroom with him following close behind. He shot the boy a nasty glare before entering the room and slamming the door. He brushed it off; after the day he spent with Elisa, he didn't really care about anything else at the moment. He slipped into his bedroom and changed into a pair of flannel pajamas. He cuddled up under the covers, and soon fell asleep with, for once, a genuine smile on his face.

 

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[ around the world in eighty days ]​

Aaaaah ...
Fatime hid herself beneath the covers, her hands shaking. What was she doing!! Yes, yes, it was true, she wanted something like this for a while. And the tantalizing barrier that the internet provided kept her safe as she typed up that incessantly silly message! Nonsense, nonsense, you continue to be a right fool, Fatime! She shivered as she read through the message. What an idiot she was! Fool, fool, fool! Who would listen to a quiet little rat like you?! Nobody would come, not even the Professor ...

She shut her laptop after sending the message and slammed her head into her pillows. Her tablet still beeped occasionally, and her e-mails had not been checked.
This was terrible, terrible ... but this was also one of her only chances to get to know everybody else beyond her own perceptions. Agh! She kicked away a few books lying on her bed.

And then she realized. When was the last time she had spoken a word to anybody? No, no, not through computers, or messages, but at best she had only written notes and sent them to people. She tried clearing her throat and picked up a random book on her bed -- "Space Dandy", by Tom McSynkson -- quickly glancing through the pages.

Ah! She would take one of these and her tablet in case they wanted her to speak there ... this was going to be painful.
She placed the book on her bedside table and curled back into her blankets, slowly closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

 

Freya sat on the couch of Erik's apartment, he and Tucker were off in another room editing video. Maria stood opposite her by a window, looking out. "What is your relationship with Tucker?" Asked Freya. Maria turned aside once again and replied "We were friends, but I don't see how that's any if your business." Freya shifted her weight in her seat. ""It's..it's kind of my business, tucker and I are together." Freya half-mumbled. Maria sharply turned toward Freya and narrowed her eyes. "No it most certainly is not. "Your business, is between you and Tucker, not Tucker and I." She almost shouted at Freya, but regained her composure. Freya was now the one avoiding eye contact. As she searched for something less upsetting to look at. "I'm...I'm worried that tucker is ignoring you to spend time with me..I never intended for that. I know you two were such close friends before..." Maria clicked her tongue and turned back to face the window. "I don't need your pity. We wouldn't be spending time together even if he wasn't always with you." Freya looked back at the girl across the room who was rubbing her arm, as if to comfort herself. "Fine.." Freya said as she uncomfortably shifted around in her seat. Maria thought for a moment, staring out the window at some squirrels playing in the snow, Maria thought aloud." I still don't see how a 17-year-old managed to undo everything I spent years working at in a day..." Freya's eyes that were fixated on a small decorative figurine across the room widened for a moment, as she turned to face Maria she asked. "What..was your relationship with Tucker?"

Maria gave a groan that seemed exaggerated and turned toward Freay, tilting her head slightly. "Are you really that clueless?" She asked, slowly starting to move toward Freya, who was once again avoiding eye contact, she whimpered out. "I didn't know...I.." Maria snapped back. "Of course you didn't. I bet you don't even really know anything about him." Freya faced Maria with a small amount of determination and retorted. "We talk all of the time! I know about him, his family, his loves, his fears, his favorite foods, his volunteer work, everyth-" She was cut off by Maria. "You know what he wants you to know." She barked, continuing to move toward Freya, who looked off to the side and pondered aloud. "I would think he wants me to know everything, he's supposed to want to share everything with me. It-" Once again, she was cut off by Maria. "It what?" Freya snapped at Maria before immediately pulling back to avoid eye contact. "It nothing! It's supposed to be love, what he and I have..." Maria scoffed at Freya. "Hah! There's no way he could be in love with a kid. Not after what he went through." Freya looked at Maria. "What he went through..?" She seemed puzzled. Maria tilted her head back slightly to look down on Freya. "That's clearly none of your business. If he wanted you to know, he would have told you. Which again, begs the question as to how you managed to reel him in in the first place." Freya was starting to panic. "I-I didn't do anything, we went for coffee one evening and I confessed my feelings for him, he ran off but the next day he showed up at my place and we've been together since. O-obviously he must have had feelings for me, too." Freya thought back to that day, she knew everything she was leaving out, but she felt like Maria wouldn't buy it. "If it was that easy, we would be together, especially after we kissed." Maria retorted. Freya was dumbfounded "I don't..you kissed? When?!" Maria finally stopped a few inches in front of Freya, leaning down a bit she put a finger under Freya's chin and pulled her face up to look directly into her pale red eyes. "About a week before Christmas. I had him after that. We were finally going to be together. I saw the gradual change in him. Right up until that day at the shelter when he passed out in his car." Freya pulled away from Maria's finger and looked down with shame. "You..you really loved him, didn't you?"

Maria stood up straight and looked down menacingly at Freya. "Loved him? Tucker and I have been friends for more years than you've probably known him. We went through a terrible experience together. Witnessed a handful of friends die together. Worked as counselors together even after everything that happened at camp. I'll admit, I didn't always like him as more than a friend, but after what happened in Bentley three years ago, and the way he supported me on the trip back while I was in pain from the giant cut on my side from the ferry sinking, something changed. Even after years of him never looking at me as more than just a friend, I held strong. I continued to do little things here and there until I managed to work up the courage to kiss him -- in which he most definitely kissed back. Leading to him sharing his deepest secret and fear with me, only to have him up and bail a week or so later. You have no idea what I went through that week and the only thing that kept me going was knowing I would have Tucker to turn to for me to share the pain, but no. He changed. I told him it would be better if we didn't stay friends because it would hurt too much. Seeing you with him would hurt too much and the one time I tried to reach out to him afterwards resulted in me being ignored. I deserved it after saying we shouldn't be friends, but I hoped - I hoped that the Tucker I knew was still there, and he wasn't. Did I love him? Sure. I still do, but not this fake version of him that I see with you. I'm glad for this outbreak. It means I don't have to risk seeing this new person on campus all the time. I don't have to hurt every waking moment. I miss my friend more than anything, but we can never be just friends again. We can never be anything and it's all thanks to you. So congratulations, because whatever you did worked a lot faster and more efficiently than anything I ever did over the years. You win. Are you happy? Now you know. Does it make you feel better knowing about our relationship, because there wasn't one." Maria's eyes were welling up with tears as she stared at Freya, waiting for the child who was sobbing in front of her to say something. Her face buried in her hands she mumbled "I can't do this..I can't do this. I didn't mean for this to happen, oh God, what did I do?"

Freya felt a sudden change in the atmosphere and looked up. It was as if time had frozen, or perhaps everything was moving incredibly slow, as if everything that was happening was all happening in an instant, expanded in her mind. Behind Maria stood the figure she had thought had left her, the shadow that tormented her. "Poo̡͘͘r̛ ̵̵ç̢̛ḩ҉ì͞l͜d,̢͜ ̨́I ̴h̷͏ave ̴̶c͟o̷m͜e ̵t̵̕͠ò̕͞ o̢҉f͞f̀́̀e̸r̨͡ ̢my͏̴ ͜s͘e̸̴ŗ͏͠ví͘c҉͟e͘s̶͏͏, ͞͞I̷̕̕ ͏̶̡ha̸̸̕v̶e͝ ̡̨a ṕr͟om̕is̢̢ę ̕to̵ f̵u͜͝ļ̢fil̸l̴,͝ ͟a͏̛͢f̸t͞e͏ŕ ̸a̸͘l̨͡l̸͝.̢̧̛ L̕͡e̸͞t͝҉ ͡m͏é̸ ̵i̸͢n̸̸͡,͡ a͜nd ͏̨I͏̷͞ ͞ç͟͡a̷͡ń͝ ̡̛e͏͏a̢͘͝s̡͡e ̕͝yǫ͢ú͏r ̕b͡u͜rde̷̴ņ̷͠.̧̀͠"Itleered as it put its hands around Maria's shoulders. Freya was in hysterics, she didn't know what to do. Should she trust this obviously vile looking creature, it had given her the strength and encouragement to take matters with Tucker into her own hands. However the situation had so quickly become venomous. However this thing could really be trying to help, and it seemed to know her deeply, it even seemed to care about her. She fought with herself back and forth for what seemed like several minutes before the shadow chimed in, running its fingers around Maria's face that had been frozen in time with a look of combined anger and sadness. "T̕i͡m̸͟e͜͠͝ ̢́i̡͠s͏̵ r̛͢͠ư̷̵nn͢i̢͏͡ņ̶͠g͜ ̴t͝͠ḩin̢,̡ ̴̡͟chi̵̵l̨d͠͏,̡́ ͢m̢a͘k̸ę ͡y̢̧̧où̕r̕͞ ͟͝d̡͏͏e͜͟͡ci̷͢s͏͢í͜o̵n͢.̴́͡" Freya looked at the figure with cold determination, she had to try anything to make this stop. "...Okay." The figure smiled, and everything went black.

Maria wasn't sure what had happened, it wasn't that things had happened so quickly she couldn't understand, but she was so caught off guard by the sudden change. Maria was pinned against the wall next to the couch, Freya's right forearm against her chest. Freya stared intently into Maria's eyes as a smile crept up her cheeks. "It ͜f͡e̡el̶s ģr҉ęa̸t̢.̷". Her grip loosened and Maria fell to the floor as Freya turned toward the room where Erik and Tucker were. "Don't you touch me you little freak." Exclaimed Maria. Freya stopped and looked back over her shoulder at Maria who was standing up. "Yo͏u ̛toųc̴h̢e҉d͢ ҉m̀e͘ ͢f͡i̶rs͢t́." She said with a devilish smile. Freya enters the room where Erik and Tucker were talking and editing video and flashed Tucker a puppy dog stare. "Can we leave, Tucker, I'm not feeling well and just want to go back to bed." Tucker looked up at her and gave her a goofy smile, reassuring her that it'll be alright. He turned to Erik as if to ask if it was alright. Erik, seemingly engrossed in his work took just a moment to look back. 'Drive safe.." Taking Tucker's hand she led him out through the living room, Maria was nowhere to be found. Good.

Tucker and Freya made it back to his apartment, and she dragged him to bed.

 

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With those messages now sent, Julius merely closed his eye and let out a sigh as he leaned back against his chair and stared up at the ceiling of his house. Some many things were occurring, yet here he was just sitting at his house. There was nothing he could really do at the moment, but for some reason he felt that there was something he needed to do and just sitting around was wasting the time he had.

It was truly an annoying feeling and since he just couldn't find the origins to this feelings he couldn't merely shake it off, it just nagged him over and over. Lately he realized all he had been doing lately was just sighing nonstop, thinking about everything that had happened. His mind still thought of Noelle and just couldn't help but think about how well the girl was doing.

Julius let out a loud yawn as he merely took off his shirt and walked over to his bed. Dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants, Julius got into his bed with his final sigh of the day. Seeing the kiddo's might be nice, but dealing with students was never the most happy moments. He was well liked by the students...but he also had a reputation as One-Eyed Devil (originally the Pirate Devil, but Julius put an end to that and merely rose the sense of fear some students felt from him). One thing Julius made sure of was that nobody got away from his wrath. With a chuckle at the thought, Julius closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 

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WEARING⧉ DATE▹ 03/16/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 03 & 1/4​

MOOD▹ DETERMINED ⧉ LOCATION▹ HOME • STORE​

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❝ Are you sure? I can run to the store right now. ❞

❝ Yeah mom. Go rest. You have to be back to work in like three hours. I can go to the store. I'm just glad I got to see you for a couple hours. ❞ Pierce hugged her mom.

Mrs. Mhenjer planted a big kiss on her forehead before pulling away. She held Pierce's shoulders and inspected her daughter at arm's length. The woman licked her cracked dry lips. Her usual flawless appearance was makeup free and tired looking. There were dark bags under her eyes and stains on her scrubs. Her wavy brown locks were a tangled mess pulled back into a ponytail. ❝ I just can't believe you're almost a woman. ❞

❝ Mom! It's really not that big of a deal. It's just a birthday. You know I've never cared about my birthdays before. ❞ she chided the woman.

Her mother started to fuss with Pierce's hair. She through her hands up to stop her and there was a small laugh before she grabbed her purse. ❝ I know, I know. It's just -- you're turning eighteen and I feel so bad because I won't be there for you at all. I don't want you to have to spend your birthday alone, especially not after everything that has happened. ❞ She meant Sophie dying and the drinking. ❝ You look better sweetheart. Has that boy been taking care of you? ❞

❝ What?! ❞ Pierce shook her head back and forth. ❝ I don't kno -- ❞

❝ Don't lie to me. I haven't forgotten about him. ❞ Her mother gave her a look, clearly referring to when she came home and found them asleep on the couch. Pierce swallowed. ❝ Is he coming over tomorrow? Pierce, do we need to have the ta -- ❞

❝ God mom! No!! Go to bed. ❞ She took the car keys and practically sprinted out the door.

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She walked down the isles of the grocery with a shopping list in her hand. Pierce licked her lips and ran her finger down the list. She still needed to text Oliver. She had been trying to work up the courage to do so. It was a little terrifying. Her mom wouldn't be back for a couple days which was why she had taken the time to come home when she did. Oliver said he would stay with her if she wanted. It was just -- she swallowed. What would happen? Every time she started to imagine the possibilities that would take place tomorrow, it got her heart racing and her whole body would start to tingle. Deep breaths. She couldn't get too worked up. Deep breaths -- it was her mantra at the moment.​

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She threw a package of steak into the basket. She was going to cook -- that would be interesting. Pierce wasn't the best at cooking. It usually resulted in setting off the smoke alarms, but she was determined today. Tomorrow she would turn eighteen. She would be an adult. She was going to ask a boy to stay the night at her house. Big steps. Big, big steps. Okay. Pierce took another deep breath and pulled out her phone.​

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To: Oliver​

Do you wanna stay over tomorrow?​

Pierce pressed send before she could back out. There. It switched from sending to sent and her breathing hitched in her throat. She really did it. She felt like she might faint, but that wouldn't do any good in the grocery store. Right now she needed to finish shopping and get home before her mom woke up and needed the car to get to work. She made her way down the cereal isle to pick out some breakfast food and put her phone away.​

 

[/url] Oh what a dreaful morning this was. How was a man to have an enjoyable breakfast when such a problem vexed him. How careless had he been the day before to not notice such an obvious fact. Where he had noticed the shortage of his dairy beverage and even took the initiative to acquire such a beverage, he had completely and utterly neglected to take notice of how low their stock on victuelles were. How was a man to live on such meager scraps that were left in his abode. He would have to personally rectify this shortcoming immediately. Though he had to be quite intelligent on how he was going to manage such a task. As things stood, Mother looked upon his strolls and good deeds with contempt and disapproval. Furthermore he was going to have to acquire funding from her if he were to partake in such a grandiose purchasing task. Though with no such luck, he had decided to take the direct approach and confront Mother on his standpoint. He marched himself off to the room where Mother had been sleeping. With a knock on the door the young sir entered in and simply asked, "Mother, I shall be making a journey to our local grocery establishment once more. However this could only be possible if you were to provide proper funding for the task. So, I simply ask if I could have some currency?"

Mother had not even turned to face the boy for whatever reason. Instead it appeared to him that she was wriggling underneath her covers until she pulled one of her arms from the alluring blanket. Her arm haphazardly searched around for something until it landed upon a wallet on her nightstand. Shoving it over to him, groaning a bit and said, "don't get yourself hit by a car or someth- someth-" her groggy voice trailed away as the sound of her light snoring had returned. Well that was rather easy. With that ordeal out of the way he merely put on the proper footwear and left the house with wallet in pocket. He had decided not to take his umbrella this time as it would only hamper his carrying capabilities.

The stroll to the grocery establishment had been rather uneventful and as such, there was nothing to comment on. Once in there he had begun rummaging through the isles he had found great luck in finding the food and beverages he had been searching for. Stuffing the food into his basket and carrying a package of water bottles, he had nearly finished the errand rather easily. However there was one thing that fate had thrown into his menial task. As he was going to get the last item on the list, chocolate cereal, he had run into a young woman whose sheer presence made the world stop for a brief moment. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on. Her long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes had only complimented her already perfect figure. Oh how he had admired the woman. His initial reaction was to simply turn the other way and leave her be, confronting her would come one of these days, but today should not be that day. However, his soaring heart had yelled loud enough that he had no choice but to answer the call. He approached the young woman and said, "Good morning Ms. Mhenjer. How is it fairing you?" To start off with a proper greeting was all he could manage at the moment.

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 03/16/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 03 & 1/4​

MOOD▹ DETERMINED ⧉ LOCATION▹ STORE​

OOC▹ ✘ ⧉ INTERACTION▹ RIAN​

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Pierce had been heavily debating between Apple Jacks and Frosted Flakes when someone else walked down the cereal aisle. She took a step closer to the wall of boxed cereals to make room for whomever may pass by. She didn't want to get in their way. As soon as she picked out her breakfast cereal, all her shopping would be done for the next week or so. She had just begun to reach forward when the person stopped beside her and spoke.​

❝ Good morning Miss Mhenjer. How is it fairing you? ❞

Pierce squeaked a startled gasp and clutched the basket firmly, as not to drop it. Dropping things was kind of her go to move. She pressed one hand over her heart and breathed out. Her chocolate brown eyes lifted their gaze from the ground and she looked up to see that the person who had entered her cereal aisle was none other than a classmate from school. ❝ Oh, h - hi Rian. G - good. It's a good morning. How are you? I didn't - I didn't expect to see anyone from school to be out. ❞

She brushed her hair out of her face and reached for a box of Frosted Flakes. Why the decision had even been that hard, was beyond her -- Frosted Flakes forever. Pierce dropped the box into her basket and rocked on the heels of her boots. She was all set to go now, but it would be rude to just walk away from Rian immediately after he greeted her. So long as she got home before her mom woke up, that was all that really mattered. A small smile tugged at the corners of her pale lips and she looked up at the slightly older boy cheerfully. Today was going to be a good day, one of the best in a long time and tomorrow would be even better. She wouldn't let anything detract from that.

 

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{ m u s i c }​

[ great expectations ]​

Fatime quietly sipped a cup of coffee to herself as she turned another page of Tom McSynkson's Space Dandy. The cafe today was almost ghost-like, with only a few ragged-looking stragglers sitting down to enjoy the morning snap, and the liveliest thing being the slowly rotating fan above her head. She dangled her stubby legs over the circular chair and occasionally snuck glances out at the window, then to her tablet, then back to her book. Although she was nearly unnoticeable, a mouse in the corner of the fragrant coffee-scented hole in the middle of the city.

She looked out the window again and realized how much the past few months had given her time to think and open up her mind a bit. She stared back at the page and traced a finger along the yellowing crease, her eyes fixated on the words. Her cold, bare hand felt the warm steam emanate from the coffee cup near her. A bird chirped outside and she did not turn her head, not one bit. She was much too busy in her own thoughts.

The silence in the thick steamy air was broken by the sound of a low-tuned radio and the occasional cough that Fatime's ears picked up as the tell-tale beginnings of what could be the virus which had begun such a while ago. What a lamentation she would used to think that the virus had not afflicted her at that very time as she would stay up nights gazing at the giant origami tome that served to house her final memories of the brother she vowed she would think less and less of each month. She turned her cherry, spring-sharpened nose to the cold window again. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Her legs dangled upon the seat. It was for the best that she tried to move on from whatever it was that happened. Sometimes her legs would hurt. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Did she see some movement by the streets? They were empty and barren and rubbed a harsh white from a far-too-late winter that bred dangerous viruses like these. Cough, cough, tick tick, the clock on the corner of the wall chimed and she took a sip of coffee. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Her legs dangled and she read a bit of her book. What a lamentation she would used to think she actually wanted the virus. Cough, cough. That man was getting quite annoying she would have to say! But from her time in the hospital she learned that he certainly wasn't at fault. Did he have the virus? She looked outside the window. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Barren like a graveyard. Was that somebody with a face mask? She read a few more words and flipped the page, leaning her head on the side of the table. The coffee's warmth stung at her bare skin. But Fatime ... don't be silly. Cough cough. Fatime, don't be silly, you were the one who started this and decided to get on with this rational bit of silliness that would make anything in Hamlet look sane when you were very well aware that -- cough, cough, tick, tick -- it was highly unlikely anybody would come here due to the very fact that nobody wanted to exit their homes in the midst of the dangerous virus that could --

cough cough

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Fatime whipped her head towards the side, and a man wearing a dirty felt cap rose and left quickly. Her stern gaze dropped to one of suspicion and nervousness. How dare she suddenly jump on someone like him who may very well be sick with the virus! It was uncertain what kind of virus it was but it was most likely a stepping block for anybody to join her little useless party in the middle of an empty cafe -- Fatime mused and almost burnt her hand on the coffee cup -- oh no! It wasn't in their best interests, was it, Fatime? She felt her hands shiver. Tick, tick, tick. Freaking hecksickles. Fatime continued to read the book. This was nonsense! She should have known that nobody would come dear all that is holy among shakespeare's work fatime you are a right fool for thinking anything would come out of this -- beat, beat, tick, tick --

tap, tap.

Ack! Fatime flew back away from the window, almost knocking away her coffee. She stumbled away and quickly caught it, making sure it did not spill anything on her book. A pigeon sat by the window and stared back at her. Eh?

Fatime brought herself back to an upright position and leaned forward to see the pigeon more closely. What a sweet little bag of garbage!
The pigeon did not tap the glass this time and just stared silently, motionless, back at Fatime, from behind the window.

 

[/url] The young lady let out a soft squeeking noise that rung in his head and fluttered to his heart. She exhaled deeply before bringing her gaze off of the ground and up to meet his own. Oh how beautiful and wonderful those eyes looked. He'd make a comparison to them but unfortunately brown was a rather hard color to make compare to something in real life...other than that they were the color of milk chocolate and that was rather delicious...these comparisons were going nowhere decent. ❝ Oh, h - hi Rian. G - good. It's a good morning. How are you? I didn't - I didn't expect to see anyone from school to be out. ❞

Oh her sweet melodic voice, how it sang to him. The stuttering in her voice just as well, it was as if she was an angel of some sort that had descended from heaven. It was at this point he needed to be sure that his next action was a proper one. If he had made a mistake in his move then it would ruin the whole thing and the young lady may break down into some sort of hysterics. He was about to proceed with the conversation when he noticed that a smile started to cross her delicate face. 'Dear God woman, marry me now.' It took immense gentlemanly willpower to not blurt out his thoughts as he saw it happen. Instead he tried to muster his confidence and continue the conversation as he was going to, "I am doing rather fine, thank you for asking. I do rather enjoy my leisurely strolls through town and I was rather low on nourishment this morning. As such I decided to purchase what I was missing." He jostled his basket filled with assorted fairly inexpensive food. Then dropped the basket for a second to grab the Reeses Puff cereal his sister, and himself as well, did enjoy. After putting it away in the basket he lifted the basket back up and continued with his own input. "Do you require any assistance with your current task at hand?"

He was not entirely sure as to what help he could actually provide to her, not at all. She seemed rather complete in her own task, and he seemed to have his own hands full as it was, but it still seemed polite to offer assistance. Especially towards a a young lady who may be in need of it...especially if that lady was Miss Mhenjer. "I-It would be of no trouble to me seeing as I am already finished with my own tasks." Oh how he could see a train wreck in his speech starting to form.

 

OOC: At school, posting for Myst. Will format later when I get access to a PC or get home.

Bianca shook Whitney. "Hey. Whitney. Whitney! Wake up!" She sighed. Her sister wouldn't budge, she was completely passed out. Stupid Narcolepsy... Why couldn't Whitney have insomnia? Well, that wasn't much better...

Bianca looked her sister over. "Hmm..." Normally, she'd be a jerk and pinch her, but she was naked.

Wait, that gave her an idea.

She pulled her sister up by her hair and then gave her a sharp slap to the face. "Whitney! Wake up!"

 

OOC: I need to get someone to make me banners. Onward to post.

Whitney was having a nice relaxing dream. She was walk along the street with people everyone giving her gifts and attention. She wore a black sweater with white shorts and black and white striped leggings. The men stared at her all wishing for what most men would want if they witnessed such beauty walking along. Then, her hair began to defy gravity as well as her body, she was ascending up to the sky at a rapid speed. Right as she managed to grasp the situation, a plane came flying right at her.

She awoke to see her sister grabbing her by the hair and a sharp pain in her cheek. She looked at Bianca with a dark glare. "Even if you are my sister... you don't ever hit me..." She angrily said. With that she punched Bianca in the stomach. "We're even now." She removed Bianca's grip from her hair. After some time she dressed up and sat back on her bed. "So sis, what are our plans for today. Maybe we can get outside for once."


It was a new day and Alex finally arrived. They wanted some flowers for the new place. Alex really wanted someone to bunk with but nobody had taken the spot yet. It couldn't be helped though. Someone would eventually take the spot maybe. It was a long shot but there was hope. Alex didn't really know if it was a good idea to room with someone nonetheless.

Alex opened the door to the flower shop [Where Bianca, Whitney, Estelle, and Nat are]. "Hello? I'm looking for some nice flowers for my new place, can you help me out?" Alex yelled out since no one was there.

 

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Seraphina had been planning for Shane's visit today. Her parents were also preparing, though they would not speak with him just yet. She smiled, looking over at her phone. She texted him. ​

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To: Shane​

From: Sera​

"Hey Shane. I'm so excited for you to meet my parents, will you be coming over soon?"​

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Seraphina sent it off, and then went into her private bathroom. She unlaced herself, and then gracefully stepped into her tub, the hot water calming her many many nerves. As she stepped out, wrapping herself in a silk white robe. ​

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"Mother?" Seraphina said, as she walked back into her room. "Aunt Celia?" She said surprised. ​

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"Your Aunt is here to help my darling Seraphina!" She sang, taking her arm into the dressing room. "I will be teaching you all of the proper things you MUST do tonight. All of the proper Etiquette for a Lady of your status. But first we must pick an outfit for you." She said, opening the closets wide. "Aunt Celia, I'm honored that you're here but I am not in need of your teaches." Seraphina said, as the housemaids sat her down. "Nonsense! Your mother was the one who called me after all. Now, put this on." She said, throwing a dress over to her. She slipped it on, her mother smiled contently. "Now remember, no nagging, bragging, slipping, tripping, slurping, or burping." Her Aunt said strictly. "Stay present in conversation, do not speak unless spoken to. And speak clever, never be at a lost for words. Address your parents as My Lady and Sir." She continued, telling her how to properly sit. ​

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This was a bore, but of course it was good advice. "You must remain alluring, mysterious, only smile, nod politely. Do not show your true emotions." Celia said. "Now, we must get you into a corset, lace you up, and THEN try on the dress again." As they laced her, she felt most uncomfortable. "I think she's ready my dear Sister." Her mother said. She now waited at the door, pacing forward and back. She would hope he would understand why she acted so different. Way different. What if he no longer liked her because she acted like a proper Lady in her parents eyes? She prayed that things would work out. She waited at the door, nervously as she took gentle breaths as her Aunt had said. ​

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Her Aunt had always done this. She taught her all the things she needed to know about being a proper lady. It had been over a year, since she was very very busy with work, but she had heard of her being in town with her parents, though just gossip throughout the household. She figured that her Aunt would be at the table along with them. She was a young women, blonde golden hair dripping with curls. She had always been this way, she knew everything about how to act how to dress how to speak. It annoyed her to no end, but if it meant they would let Shane come back, she could let it go. She sighed, looking back over at that door.​

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 03/16/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 03 & 2/4​

MOOD▹ DETERMINED ⧉ LOCATION▹ STORE​

OOC▹INSTALLED OPERA⧉ INTERACTION▹RIAN​

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Pierce waited patiently for Rian to reply. He looked like he was having a hard time trying to decide what to say. Did something bad happen to him? ❝ I am doing rather fine, thank you for asking. ❞ he finally told her.​

❝ That's good, ❞ she replied softly.​

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❝ I do rather enjoy my leisurely strolls through town and I was rather low on nourishment this morning. As such I decided to purchase what I was missing. ❞ Ah. Rian jostled his basket before setting it down. Pierce nodded her head, acknowledging what he said. She watched carefully as he grabbed a box of Reese's Puffs and picked the basket up. Interesting choice. She smiled at the selection and blew a stray lock of hair out of her face. ❝ Do you require any assistance with your current task at hand? I-It would be of no trouble to me seeing as I am already finished with my own tasks. ❞​

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Oh! Her face flushed red briefly and she shifted the basket from one hand to the other. ❝ O-oh, well actually, I'm kinda done too ... ❞ Pierce mashed her lips together and glanced in the direction of the registers. ❝ B-but, if you ah, wanted to walk with me to the registers ... ❞ Her chocolate brown eyes lifted to meet Rian's reddish ones and she gulped. Her hand hand on the basket handle was growing clammy from gripping the metal wire so tightly. ❝ That would be nice -- walking together ... ❞​

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She licked her bottom lip and straightened out before heading in the direction of the registers, Rian at her side. This was the most interaction she had had with anyone other than her mother, Doctor Dan, or Oliver in a long time. It felt weird socializing, but also nice. She gave him a half smile and meandered slowly towards the registers. ❝ So um ... How are the online classes ah, going for you? It's different. ❞​

 

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Estelle heard someone calling from down stairs. "Oh gosh, where are my sisters when you need them." She said to herself, marking her book and then running down stairs, panicking. Then she realized it was a girl, and was perfectly friendly. "Hello Miss what can I help you with today?" She said, jumping over the counter. "Oh, you've just moved here, well, welcome!" She smiled. ​

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"You've come at a um... interesting time." Estelle smiled. "I'm sure you will find this town to be very nice." She said. "Nice? Nice?! Estelle have you hit your head!? There's a plague that I have no doubt was started by the aliens out there, and you say this is NICE?! Hmpf." Vega said, a piece of tin foil wrapped around her jet black hair. ​

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"Sorry, for my sister. Yes there is a bit of a sickness going around, but of course, things like that tend to happen everywhere. Here." She said, taking a mask out from her desk. ​

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"I personality don't see it to be necessary, since it doesn't look like it's airborne, but you should wear this when you go outside, just in case." Estelle smiled, trying to be friendly. "Oh I'm sorry, I go off on my own little ramblings sometimes." She laughed. ​

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"It's been a while since we had a customer, I guess I'm just excited. See I'm shy I don't deal with people at the desk." She laughed. 'Shy? or scared?' ​

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"I'll get you out some flowers." She said, walking into the back room. She stepped out with 3 small pots, 2 in her hand and then one balancing on her head. She set the other two down as she took the last one off. ​

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"I'm such a spaz, but I seem to have good balance when it comes to flowers." She said, showing her the roses, daisies and then the yellow tulips. "If you don't like these, we have others. On us, consider it a gift to welcome you." ​