❥▐ cupid's brew

♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔
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Mary never replied, and through the rest of rehearsal, Oliver was quiet and unsociable. When he was finished with his part, he stacked the tickets up and left them beside Pierce.

❝When you're done, put these in a manila folder and give them to Julius. Nice meeting you, Sophie.❞

When that was finished, he threw away his pretzels, grabbed his bag and left the copy room with a friendly wave towards both girls.

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The commute back home was a quiet one. He was in a pretty sour mood, but he was trying not to let it get the best of him. He was home before rehearsal would be ended for everyone else, and made himself a small meal [ spaghetti and pasta sauce ], pulling out some books to study with and hoping his room mate Reed wouldn't be home too soon.

They had been best friends in middle school, and though they drifted, managed to reconnect at the beginning of their first quarter at Fortissmo. He was barely ever home for very long periods of time, but tended to pop in at random points in the day. Besides school, Oliver had no idea where he spent all of his time, but he enjoyed the solitude ... sometimes.

A quick sign in online confirmed that Mary was 'away', though he was pretty sure she was just avoiding him. He couldn't lie. It hurt, a bit, and when he was hurt, he just kind of got really upset with things.

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Later that night, he took a shower and hopped into bed, turning his phone on the maximum volume setting and pondering whether or not he'd feel like attending rehearsal tomorrow afternoon. It took a bit of time to get to sleep, but once he did, it was a deep and peaceful one.

 

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Location: Her Room {} Mood: Sad/Pissed(?) {} OOC: :c​

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After a somewhat of a letdown performance (she really didn't do anything. Her part didn't come up this performance practice), she made her way to her room, shivering a bit on the way as she forgot to bring her jacket. Not that she really cared for the practice since they acted as if she wasn't really there. Making her way to her room, she noticed her door unlocked...and broken from its hinges. It was somewhat normal. Every once in a while, the same group who picks on her breaks into her room and fool around. Sometimes harmless. Sometimes pissing her off a lot. Last time, they stole her rare collection of figures and sold them online. She bought them back and even hacked their accounts to steal their money which gave her a good laugh since they never found out who did it. She hoped it wasn't gonna be too bad this time.​

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Entering her room, it didn't look bad. They left her room as it is (a while back, they covered her walls in graffiti. It caused a fuss over the supervisors) and everything seems to be there...all except her brand new desktop she got on her birthday last year. Shaking her head and sighing, she tossed her books and headphones she brought to he theater on the empty desk as she flipped on the lights. This was gonna cut into her own money a lot. Her computer costed a good chunk of money as well as fixing the door since the council will assume she did it. ​

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Sitting on her bed, she looked around her room. Covered in posters on video games, anime, cartoons, and others, it wold be enough to keep normal people away. No one else on this campus really respected her hobby. Everyone here was serious and focused on music. Sure she too loved music, but she loved other things as well. She stared at her violin on her stand with an ugly gash on it. A normal person would scold her for having such an instrument damaged, but it meant a lot to her. It brought many memories, mostly bad ones. ​

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She curled up on her bed and stared at her wall, not bothering to change into her sleewear. She never showed it, but she longed for someone to understand what she went through. She sighed and closed her eyes. Maybe one day...one day, someone will look at me and lik-love me for who I am. Just because of what I do and like...She then had a flashback to the part where she found the Cupid's Brew website. She buried her face into her pillow. If love is forced, nothing good comes out of it. I want it genuine and true, not through some outside force. Maybe I am asking for too much. Maybe I deserve this? She eventually dozed off to sleep, her head full of doubt and sad memories​

 

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⎝ DAY 1┊5/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 19TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOME ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊CONTENT / WORRIED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊19% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Bryan had got in a little later than usual, even after rehearsal was over. there were other things he had to do and other people he had to see about this and that and some of those. It was mostly Harley's fault that he kind of bailed on rehearsal a little early, but his job coincided with Sophie's and the orchestra hadn't been in today, so it really didn't matter.

Noëlle hadn't been at rehearsal, but when he got home and walked towards the house, apparently she was right behind him. He didn't say anything to her. When they both got in, their mom had asked where Noëlle was right before she had followed in after him. He kind of wanted to know, too, but when his sister mentioned that rehearsal had been fun . . . Well, for her sake, he decided to play along.

Her habits had been getting more worse by the day, and he didn't know what to do. He was with her when he could be, but after their mom had had a . . . talk to him about how close they were . . . And when Harley had entered the picture, things shot into the fast lane.

Their mom had left him both in the kitchen and Bryan stared at Noëlle. "Where where you today?" he asked her, giving her the stern look he always did whenever he wanted her to be honest.

"Home. I tried to call and let you know."

With a frown, Bryan pulled out his phone and looked at his missed calls. He clicked his tongue. "I see. You haven't been around rehearsals, much. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just tired. I'll come tomorrow."

It was obvious that he didn't believe her, but she had her reasons for lying, no matter how silly they were. He grabbed a bite to eat, held a mostly one-sided conversation with her, and then retreated to his room to check through his phone at the messages he had gotten after having left the university.

The sheer number of people that always wanted to talk to Bryan was rising, and it was overwhelming because he was still pretty much the cheerful, sort of awkward kid he used to be growing up, but at the same time, he got that people liked talking to him. Harley said it was something about being charismatic, but . . .

Oh, right. Bryan began to look around his room for his private things and . . . Huh. That's strange. I don't remember leaving that there. He glanced down at one of his smaller notebooks that was usually for writing notes about school and stuff. Then he noticed his lamp shade was tilted. And that his closet was cracked open. His clothes were separated awkwardly and some of them weren't even on hangers anymore.

. . .

Hmm.

He immediately went to the place where he kept his private things, and . . . Aw, hell. He scrunched his face up at the missing things. Mom? No. She knew better and generally kept out of her kids' things. The only other person was . . . Bryan fervently shook his head and pulled out his phone again, messaging Harley.

TO: Harley
Dude, someone has been in my stuff!!

FROM: Harley
Dear old ma?

TO: Harley
No, I don't think she'd do that!
Condoms, gone, lube, gone ...

FROM: Harley
Bet it was your sister.
She looks the type.

TO: Harley
Dude, don't say that!!
Noëlle isn't like that, she knows how to mind her own business ...

FROM: Harley
You sure, love? You obviously haven't seen
the way she looks at you sometimes. It honestly looks like
she wants to eat you or something.

TO: Harley
Hahaha, funny. Wise-ass.
This is a real issue though. We don't have any ...

FROM: Harley
Chill out. I've still got some. Well, not condoms, but.
Lube. I'm sure you'll live.

TO: Harley
SIGH. Alright. Tomorrow, then.
Where?
Why do we actually plan this stuff?
It happens randomly anyway ...

FROM: Harley
Not sure. Spontaneity is our friend.
We can't make a mess like last time, though.
My cousin flipped the fuck out, remember?

TO: Harley
Don't remind me!! That was so terrible.
Gotta go now. Bye.

FROM: Harley
Love you, too.

TO: Harley
You're such a dummy.​

Bryan sat down on his bed, slipping his phone back into his jeans and kicking off his shoes. With a sigh, he thought of where his things were. Harley couldn't be right, could he? She wouldn't do that, would she? He shook his head again. No. She wasn't like that -- not to him, anyway. And if there really was a problem, he hoped that she would talk to him about it.

He didn't want to have to force it out of her.

With a sigh, and a bit of a blush at tomorrow, Bryan stripped, showered, and then went to sleep. He would figure it out later.

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Because Saxima spent all her fucks on Bryan's post, we find that Sophie and Quentin went to sleep in their respective sleeping places which Saxima would think of later . . . when she gave more fucks.

 

Ooc: Phone decided to lag and not tell me my battery was at 6%, so I closed out everything and lost my post, and I can't be asked to elaborate on everything nor format, so yeah.

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Sarah cleaned herself up after rehearsal and decided to go see Natalie, who had lost her cheerful and childish demeanor. The youthful an giggly girl was replaced with someone older and quieter, who really just moped a lot.

Sarah knew Natalie was feeling lonely (her swollen face indicated she was crying a lot yet again), so she called her mom:

"Mom, I'm staying with Nat tonight. She's... Lonely again. Alright fine I'll do extra stuff tomorrow! God get off my ass! Fine, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

Natalie just looked at her friend. These days it seemed like she couldn't (or wouldn't) smile, but she was thankful that the girl felt like she needed to stay with her. "Thanks Sarah..." She muttered.

"No problem. Just promise you'll come to rehearsal tomorrow, okay? It was boring without you there."

"Fine, I will. So, usual sleep arrangements?" Not that I can sleep...

"Actually, you take the bed tonight. I'll take the floor." Sarah reached under Natalie's bed and pulled out a Sleeping bag then crawled into it. "Night."

Natalie got into her bed. "Goodnight..." And with that the two girls slept the night away.

 

Zachary a marvelous time with Elisa and half joked half meant it when he said she should doll him up again. He really liked the finished product, and even offered to pay for it. Five bucks was missing from his wallet but it was money well spent. He said good night to her and as she headed off and he did the same. He had a stupid grin on his pierced lips as he made his way to bed. It appeared that his meeting with Elisa had turned day into night! What a conversation! He yawned tiredly as he did his nightly routine and fell into a nice, deep, sleep.

 

『WEATHER』 COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/18/2015 - 11:02PM ✖『DAY』 01.2​

Her conversation with Bryan had left her drained and emotional. It was a terrible, terrible thing ... Honestly, she didn't know if she would bother attending rehearsal the next day. What was she, again? The ... Accompaniment, or something? It was tedious, the times she had bothered with it. She just sat there and played when needed, rendered useless when not. It wasn't at all as prominent a position as Bryan's ... She had hoped it would at least inspire her for her project but that hadn't happened, either.

When they were both finished eating, she was pleadingly asked to finish up the dishes as Ms. Chambers had an important call to attend to. It didn't bother her. The warm, soapy water felt nice on her cold fingers, and the task gave her a break from thinking too much.

After putting the dishes up and packing away left over food, Noëlle hopped into the shower and then into bed. The room was dark, save for the glowing of her phone illuminating a small area of her bed. Her fingers tapped and slid through pictures and internet results, and then she found herself on her contacts list. Feeling a strange, mildly ( about 46% ) hysterical compulsion, she found herself tapping on Juilus' name and bringing up the messaging application.

Message To: Professor Julius Hey, would you mind looking out over some compositions of mine tomorrow or Sunday? :)

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Maybe it would be best to get out of the house. She felt anxious and alone, unable to stop herself from messaging someone else.

Message To: Quentin ( email ) Hey, longtime no talk ... How've you been? I've seen you around, in rehearsal, but we've not talked much since ... then. I don't know, I was just thinking about you and remembered I still have your email address. Hopefully you actually check it. :P We should hang out sometime! Get some coffee, or something less generic. Lemme know. I hope you've been well. - Noëlle

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Seeds planted.

Now that she was finished, and felt a bit better, she turned off her phone's display, buried her face into her tobacco scented pillow and fell asleep.

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Pierce nodded at Oliver when he got up to leave. She shoved all the cut tickets into the folder and dumped the paper scraps into the trash. After gathering up the things in the coffee room, she turned to Sophie, saying goodbye, before making her way back to the ticket booth. Pierce put on her jacket and tossed her purse over her shoulder, the manila envelope in side. She made her way through the auditorium until she found the big man wearing an eye patch and stopped in front of him. ❝ Ah-um, Julius... O-Oliver said t-to give this to you. It's ah... the extra tickets-the ones we made... ❞ she rubbed at her arm nervously before turning to leaving.

She walked around town, her boots damp with the moisture on the ground from winter. Pierce shivered as she made her way home. When she got there, her mother was already at work and there was a plate of food wrapped up on the table. She sat down on the bench in the foyer, peeling off her shoes and jacket before entering the kitchen. She set her purse down on The kitchen counter and popped open the microwave, setting the plate inside to heat up the contents. She ate quickly and silently in the dark empty house. It was lonely when her mom had to work nights--she would be working nights the rest of the week. Maybe Sophie would want to come over. the thought of inviting Sophie over was actually rather terrifying. She pushed the food around other plate absently. Inviting the other girl was something that had crossed her mind many a time before, but she figured it would just give her more reason to find Pierce to be 'peculiar' and treat her as if she were some sort of science experiment. It was hard enough the way it was to get Sophie to look at her as if she were a real person.

Pierce cleaned up her plate and made her way to her bedroom to sleep. She changed into her pajamas and curled up. Her eyes wandered to the picture of a man by her bed and could feel the tears ready to explode as they did every night. ❝ Night dad. ❞ She whispered to the image before going to sleep.

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Erik went home after practice and did Erik shit and slept later on.

 

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And so practice had reached it's end and Julius walked off from the auditorium after thanking those still in the auditorium for all their hard work. As Julius walked off he glanced down at a clipboard and reviewed all that was written on the board in order to fully get a better foresight about the play. So far there were many successes and no real problem had occurred so far. Julius was one who thought positive, but at the same time one who never really crossed out the negative. There were still things that threatened the play and Julius prepared himself for it. As Julius started his trek home a text caught his attention and immediately Julius couldn't help but smile when he read the message.

With the text written, Julius smiled and placed away his phone as he walked off into the house he owned and smiled as he walked into the warmth it provided. "would be less lonely in here if I actually had a girlfriend or something....maybe I should get a dog or something..." Julius mummbled to himself as he collapsed on his bed and let out a sigh. "Its been two years...but still...that question still boggles my mind...how did that girl know all those events...whatever..." Julius said silently before drifting off to sleep.

 

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Location: Her Room/On campus {} Mood: Neutral/Annoyed {} Time: 9:01 AM {} OOC: N/A​

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Sasha opened her eyes, sunlight peeking through her window blinds. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, still somewhat sleepy since most of her crappy dreams kept her up a little longer than it should've. Hopping up to her feet, she stretched a bit and decided to check on her e-mail...realizing that he computer was stolen yesterday. Right...they took it...She huffed and opened her door (or what was left of it on the hinges) with a bunch of paper tacked onto her door. Another common appearance around the school. She gets her usual fair share of hate letters tacked onto her door. She just crumpled them up and tossed them into her ever filling trash can full of hate letters and ruined clothes. Not even bothering to change her clothes from yesterday she grabbed her phone and headphones and set out.​

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Normally, she would be enjoying her Saturday morning with a good chunk of questing and loot farming, but without a computer, it would be kinda hard to do. Anyways, looking at her phone, it was around 9 AM. She had plenty of time before practice...but what? Without her computer, what would she do until practice starts? She sighed and sat on a bench near the center of the school. Today was going to be a looooong day. She was almost wishing the group of people would just come so that they could pick on her because she was that bored...or on the other hand beat the crap out of them for taking her computer. ​

 

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Ethan awoke from his slumber. Some bizarre dreams came across him last night. Odd and distasteful. He was riding on a magnificent horse that in which had pure white hair and a beautiful silver mane, all to come to ruin with the horse dying right in front of him by decapitation. Luckily some friendly Indians revived the beast that he come to love. That was all that came running through his mind as he sat their in his dorm room, alone. It was time to move on however. He got out of his comfort bed and made himself a quick cup of coffee. He wished to be outside and run around to do some things early before the rehearsal began for him and his colleagues.

Coming out of the dorm room, the sun glowed brightly. The air was clean and the morning breeze swept past his face giving him a relaxing moment. He walked out to the middle of the school in where he saw someone. A girl in fact. A girl that happened to be in the play with him but working in the back stage works. Her name was Sasha. It had come to be known that she was a stalker, but Ethan knew better than to believe rumors. You can only know the truth by someone themselves instead of others who do not know the individual in truth. Ethan walked over and sat next to her on the bench. "Sasha, I presume. Nice to see someone up so early in the day."

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Xara laid there in bed. She couldn't sleep all night. Her face was engulfed by the large purple pillow she laid on. All she could do was ponder her past and give a reflection to what made her who she was. It didn't matter now, the sun was up and sh knew she was not going to be able to sleep. Slowly reaching for her lightstand, she rose out of her bed wearing nothing, nothing at all. She quickly got dressed. She was going to go see Natalie today. Something told her she needed to. It was still very early however so she just looked around her room dreading in her past.

 

⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 19TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HOME ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ HOT >> REFRESHED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED !! >> %8 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ MATURE CONTENT WARNING !! ⎠

❝ＯＰＰＲＥＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ！！❞​

Sophie woke up breathing heavily with a warm aching feeling in her lower regions that wouldn't dissipate no matter how much she oppressed it and shoved it away. In her half-asleep state, there wasn't much she could do anyway but toss and turn and squeeze her legs together. She barely paid attention to where here hands were at any given time when she was asleep, and since she often slept nude . . .

After fully waking up, a hot shower was in order, and then Sophie dressed for the day, deciding to wear something a little more brighter than yesterday's outfit. After picking out a pair of shoes to wear ( one of her favorite pairs ) and grabbing a coat from the entrance closet, Sophie set out to the kitchen where her caretaker and primary guardian through childhood was.

❝Good morning, Nico.❞ Lucas greeted, not even having to turn around to know she was there.

❝Good morning, Lucas. Already up? You seem to never dull.❞ Sophie replied, taking a seat at the nearby table and giving a small yawn. She liked Lucas a lot; not only for his caring personality, but for his wit and silly remarks that always made her smile. He usually knew how to make her feel better, even in her worst of moods and when her pride wouldn't allow her to calm down.

❝Will you be going out for rehearsals again?❞

Sophie looked thoughtful. Quentin had reported that the lyrics and music synced well and that there were little to no issues with the final product except for touch-ups and the cast actually singing along with the music. The orchestra hadn't been there yesterday, and they likely wouldn't be there today either, which was no big deal. Now that they were set in things, they needed to make copies of the sheet music and lyrics for everyone who needed them.

❝Mmm . . . I'm thinking of asking Quentin to come to lunch with me today.❞ she finally replied.

❝Again, hmm? Has the little Ice Queen finally had her heart melted?❞

Sophie laughed at the comment and waved it aside. Silly Lucas, he should know better than that. Sophie wasn't the romance/love/relationship type. Speaking of . . .

That brought her back to Pierce -- and that boy she met yesterday. Oliver, was it? Sophie was usually sharp with social cues, so her 'extra' presence in there might not have been completely welcomed -- and if it had, it had been socially awkward for him, and for Pierce when Richie showed up.

A part of her wanted to have some interest in Oliver, but when she thought on it, there was nothing interesting about him. Not that she knew of, anyway. There was a bit of a start with the eye-contact. That had been intriguing. She wondered if he did that for everyone.

❝Nico, do you still intend to hold the party? I am currently in the midst of starting preparations, if so.❞

Lucas, always on top of things. It made her smile.

After a conversation of the party and other things, Sophie set out for the day, deciding to head over to the University for some play business. She briefly considered messaging Quentin.

 

『WEATHER』 CLEAR SKIES, COLD 34°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/19/2015 - 9:20AM ✖『DAY』 02.2​

After a dreamless sleep, Noëlle found herself awake and restless. An irritated glance at her phone confirmed a few things for her. It was only nine in the morning, Julius had replied to her text, and there were no emails from Quentin. Not the worst start to a morning, but it could have been better ...

She sighed softly and rolled onto her stomach, tucking a stray lock or burgundy-hued hair being her ear and pouting at herself in the mirror of her vanity again. There were dark circles forming under her eyes, and her shoulders felt stiff. Man, she needed a vacation! If it weren't for this whole musical thing, she would be using Winter Break for one. Maybe in the Spring ...

With a deep breath that triggered an ache in her chest, she crawled out of bed and began to hum quietly to herself.

A trip to the bathroom left her with a washed face, messy hair bun and a minty mouth. Then she was off to the kitchen, wearing her house shoes and fluffy bath robe, and looking for something quick to make.

She settled for toast, eggs and sausage and left just enough of both for Bryan -- if he wanted anything. Then, she took a seat outside on the patio with a hot cup of tea and a tray of breakfast. Her spine relaxed into the large white swinging chair and her toes slipped from her slippers. Her knees bent and she curled up a bit in the fluff of her blue bathrobe.

After a bite of eggs, she gazed down at her cell phone.

Message To: Professor Julius Yay! What day / time would work better for you?

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⎝ DAY 2┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 19TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOME ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊CONTENT / SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊19% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Bryan woke up with a heavy blush on his face from the night's dream. With a sigh, he got up from the bed and took a shower to wipe away the thin layer of cool sweat that covered his body.

While dressing, his mind traveled to his message conversation with Harley and the case of his missing things. He knew that it was definitely not his mom because she was usually too busy for those kinds of things and trusted him a lot. Since he was twenty-one, there wasn't much reason for her to worry.

Bryan was more willing to lean on the option that he might have actually misplaced those things. He was a little forgetful every now and then, and even at the best of times. He wanted to believe that more than what Harley audaciously suggested.

Tiredly rubbing the back of his neck, Bryan grabbed his bag and headed downstairs to smell breakfast already cooked and wondered if it had been mom. Probably not. He looked to the patio to see Noëlle curled up on one of the hanging chairs with a tray of breakfast and he smiled. He brewed a quick cup of hazelnut coffee and grabbed toast and sausage, joining her outside just minutes later.

Despite his doubts, he smiled. "Good morning," he greeted cheerfully, settling into the other chair. "Already eating? I think I'll make breakfast for us tomorrow, since it's Sunday and mom has to go in early." He took a bite of his toast that was spread with butter and grape jam, eating it with a smile.

"Or . . . Maybe we could go out?" he suggested with a thoughtful face. Since they hadn't been spending much time together lately . . . He couldn't stop thinking about what Harley said, though.

Bryan sighed, but continued to smile at her.

 

He woke up feeling great, Elisa seemed to like his horrid humor and Richie was a cutie pie he could text any time. He did groan at them time though, his brow furrowed as his gaze glared at the red lights that read nine-fifteen. Anything before ten in the morning got the teenaged groan. He slowly pulled himself awake in a snake-like, comical way. Rubbing the wool from his eyes as he made his way into his bathroom he showered, flossed, flushed before clothing himself and bounding out the door.

He got a text in the night from one of his set members and he immediately set a course for it, already assuming the worse as his feet echoed on the fancy Fortissimo college campus floor. The art department was where he was headed so he didn't expect to bump into anyone, which was good, because he wanted no distractions. He lightly used his upper and lower canines to play with one of his hoop like lip piercings. He burst into room 107 on the first floor and was greeted with a surprise! A blurry eyed klutz waited for him at a safe distance while he entered and stood in the enter of the room, inhaling a multitude of appropriate art room scents before he began tapping his foot in quiet impatience. She dramatically pulled a sheet that covered a mysterious figure and he gasped when hid eyes registered with his brain what he was seeing.

It was a wooden, hand cut and made, cow. With a oak finish and beautifully painted cow hide and a realistic saddle carved right atop it, grooves were etched into the side for easy sitting and a wheeled platform was constructed underneath it, allowing stage hands to invisibly pull the creature from one side of the room to the other. He was speechless, until she picked up the saddles reins and snapped them, at which the cow tilted it's head back sang, literally sang out a very low pitched ~moo~. He closed his hanging mouth and took in her tired and worn appearance. He couldn't let her take this thing to the rehearsals without knowing the obvious truth. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, giving the girl a lovely smile as he spoke gently. "Ahem, you did this yourself?" She nodded, he hoped this wouldn't hurt. Much. "It...it's supposed to be a horse. Torvald's steed is supposed to be a horse. You made a heifer..for our lead to ride on."

Cue an hours worth of consoling.

 

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Location: Middle of School {} Mood: Surprised/Happy/Worried {} OOC: N/A​

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Hearing her name in public was kinda of a rare thing. Usually, only older people would call her, most of the time to complain about the "troubles" she causes on campus. When it comes to students though, it's usually followed by a lot of insults and/or stuff thrown at her. However, it wasn't the case now. A calm, nice voice called out to her. The words strangely stuck in her head. ​

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"Sasha, I presume. Nice to see someone up so early in the day."​

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How long was it since someone actually gave her a real greeting without any objects thrown or names called? Months? Years? She turned her head to the voice that called out to her. It was one of the people she saw at the practice yesterday. What was his name? It wasn't worth recalling. Names meant nothing to her. She gave him a small smile. "O-oh. I would say the same to you..." She tried her best not to make the scene awkward. "Looks like you know me eh? You should leave when you can. I don't want talk about you being with me...You don't want to grab the attention of the people here..."​

 

『WEATHER』 CLEAR SKIES, COLD 34°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/19/2015 - 9:26AM ✖『DAY』 02.2​

The sound of the door opening caught her attention and she lifted her head. Bryan filled her view and she quickly diverted her gaze, pretending at first to be occupied with her phone, before clumsily grabbing her tray and placing it from the glass patio table and into her lap. She pinched a sausage between her lips and chewed down on the half in her mouth, fighting off awkwardness as best as she could.

❝Good morning,❞ he greeted cheerfully. She genuinely smiled, though she felt a bit uneasy. How could he be so bubbly in the morning? It baffled her. ❝Already eating? I think I'll make breakfast for us tomorrow, since it's Sunday and mom has to go in early.❞

That would be nice, she guessed. A warm, homemade breakfast made by Bryan. She wished she had offered to make him something, instead. Maybe she would have, some time ago ... Before things changed. Her fingers reached out for her tea cup and she murmured a soft 'mhm' back in reply.

❝Or . . . Maybe we could go out?❞

Oh, there it was. Her heart swelled, stomach spun, and she softly gasped into the sip of tea she was downing, throwing herself into a mild coughing fit as the liquid traveled down the wrong pipe.

Her eyes were burning by the time she recovered, but she wasn't too concerned about that. The tea cup was dropped ungracefully back onto the table and she shifted and leaned over the arm of the chair she sat in, peering into Bryan's moss green eyes for any hint of retraction. When she found none, her cheeks flushed and her body curled tighter, turquoise gaze redirected out into the cold, hazy streets.

❝Yeah, that sounds fun.❞

Her voice betrayed none of the anxiety and mountains of enthusiasm she had tucked away inside of her, though her aura must have lightened considerable, fingers drumming against her knees to an invisible beat.

Even when she finished eating, she didn't move. She didn't want to. Her feet were tucked under her body and her fingers eventually clutched and played with the string of her bath robe thoughtfully. She wanted to say something to him, but she wasn't sure what. It had been ... so long. They were still close, and all, for the most part, but he had no idea what was going through her head and it bothered her and made her feel ashamed, especially after last night ...

❝Um ... Are you going to rehearsal today?❞

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Than smiled at her. She seemed to not know his name. It was quite obvious that she had tried to avoid the topic. She was quite gorgeous actually. Her hair was glowing and her eyes just radiated like a mysterious blue moon gliding across the sky ever so slowly for you to enjoy every moment for as long as you can. However she seemed insecure about herself. She must have heard the words of others who rumored her to stalk and such. No girl should have to go through sorrow like that. Ethan felt she just needed a friend.

He grabbed her hand and looked at her. His eyes showing no sign of leaving or budging even. Her hand was smooth, her skin soft and small. "I fear not what others say. Words are bent through speech and the wicked can morph any of it in an instant to make others look bad. I don't believe what others say of you. Your word is of the purest light." He stood up, letting go of her hand. He took a slight bow. "I am Ethan Prince. It is a pleasure to meet the true you."

 

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⎝ DAY 2┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 19TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOME ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊11% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Before she answered, Noëlle broke out into a bit of a coughing fit and Bryan leaned forward immediately, his face creased with worry that he was so used to giving her recently.

When she calmed down, Noëlle looked at him with slightly watery eyes and a flushed face. "Yeah, that sounds fun."

Bryan leaned back into his chair and smiled with satisfaction. It wouldn't be like it used to be, but it would be a piece of that. After all, they would never really grow apart unless she wanted it.

"Good. We can go anywhere you want." he told her, "Just make sure you wake up early enough." And he smiled a little teasingly, knowing her habit of liking to sleep in on the weekends.

"Um . . . Are you going to rehearsal today?"

Bryan peered up at her. "Yeah, but only for a little while." he told her. "I'm not sure how long I'll be staying, thought." It wasn't like Bryan to lie, so he told the truth . . . without all the details. Were he honest, it wasn't really any of Noëlle's business what he did when he wasn't around her, but that was his more spiteful side talking.

. . . Which seemed to be more present as of late.

He looked out at the foggy morning thoughtfully. "What about you?" he asked her, looking at her without turning his head, "Do you plan to skip again?" It was more gentle than he intended, but he could never really say anything to her with cool conviction. Her bad habits, though . . .

 

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Location: Middle of School {} Mood: Overjoyed/Doubtful(?) {} OOC: O:​

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Sasha gasped as he grabbed her hand and spoke words that she would never thought of ever hearing. Woulds that could make any girl fall and swoon. Especially with a face to go with it. He was handsome now that she actually looked up at him. It would've looked strange for him. Compared to his eyes full of compassion, hers while glowing and luminous, radiated sadness and doubt. She wanted to believe in what he said to her, but a small part in her told her to not believe. Whatever the thought she blushed slightly and made a small bowing gesture back at him. "Ethan...It's a pleasure meeting you out here. I'm Sasha, but you already know that. Thank you for those words of encouragement and kindness."​

 

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✿ OUTFIT | MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ CONTENT ✿​

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✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME/SCHOOL ✖​

An alarming tune woke the princess form her lumber, it traveled across her room for a moment as the teenager blinked open her heavy eyelids. A small groan came from her as she rolled over from lying on her back to her stomach, closed her eyes again and wrapped herself up in her thick blankets. However, the song playing from her phone kept screaming at her which meant she had to get up to turn it off.

Another groan escapes her as her tired, blue eyes fell on her buzzing phone on her desk. She pushed herself up from the bed, sitting on her heels as she reached for her phone. Scrunching her lips together as she angrily looked at her phone, she shut off the alarm labeled:

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Get your bum to rehearsals !!​

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Tempted to lie back down, she hops off of her bed instead and sluggishly walked out of her room to do her usual morning routine with her phone in her hand. She grabbed some breakfast after greeting her parents a good morning, went back to her room to put together an outfit, showered and changed into said outfit then used the internet before she had to go. She also managed to send a quick text message to her best friend, Richie.

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To: Richie bby​

Good morning Richie! Sorry I couldn't respond to you last night, I fell asleep right after updating my blog hehehe I'm sorry! u A u;; Anyway, see you in rehearsals soon! I'm going to come early since my mom has work today. If you're not too busy we should definitely hang out! ​

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While pulling the hems of the sleeves on her grey sweater up to her knuckles, she sat down on her chair and flipped open her laptop. She checked her blog which she updated the night before with her outfit (which people responded positively to) and checked on the video she and Richie had worked on the week before. The editing process for it had been slow due to rehearsals. She sighed as she looked at the open movie editing program and ignored it for now, she was too lazy to finish editing it and she had to leave soon - but still needed to put on her make up!

Realizing she had taken too much of her sweet time unlike yesterday, she quickly grabbed her make up bag and quickly began applying some products. She was scared her mother would call for her to leave soon. Nothing much today, a quick layer of press powder just to get her skin tone even, layers of mascara (this was her favorite beauty product) and some lip tint.

"Elisa honey, let's get going!"

Perfect! A smirk appeared on her lips as she congratulated herself on her morning victory. Elisa : 1, Mom : 0. She snickered then got up, brushing down the black maxi skirt she wore and shuffling her black oxfords before stuffing her make up into her bag and heading out the door as she yelled, "Coming!"

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With her mother's perfect punctuality in her job, Elisa arrived at the school in no time. Sometimes, she wished she could drive herself to school. She was old enough to drive, just saying she could was another story… She waved a small good bye before walking into the school. The sun was shining brightly and the skies were clear as she walked. It was nice to feel some warmth from the sun even though it was pretty chilly. She pulled out her phone and put all her attention on it as she walked. Richie still hadn't replied to her. She wondered why.