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Post by Schailor on Oct 26, 2014 21:23:01 GMT -10
Rhydian only shook his head at Sam's response. That was a stupid way to change the subject. Make half of your friends uncomfortable for the sake of one? And even that one, everyone knew Julianna stressed bout her future enough. Had Sam had a memory lapse and forgot who his friends are? Or maybe he just didn't feel like being a good friend. Usually Rhydian was the one making everyone awkward and uncomfortable being a "bad friend" though he was really trying to be a good one. Regardless, Rhydian decided to stop silently judging him and caught Julianna's remark on the two outside eating their food, "Jasper inhaled his food, and I saw Veronique eat as soon as it came, though she hadn't seemed to finish."
As his question about going out was answered he finished off his own food and looked around. He hoped Jasper wouldn't pull anymore crap and would go peacefully. Of course as he was looking around Veronique reappeared, Jasper not too far behind. They were probably wherever they were together. But Rhydian wasn't going to comment on it. As they both rejoined, Rhydian spoke up, looking at Jasper mostly, "We think it would be best if we called it a night. I am sure we had our share of excitement."
Jasper rolled his eyes at his brother but gave a shrug. He wouldn't argue this time. They had the whole year to do that over Jasper's life choices. So once everyone was finished eating, they paid, hopped in the limo and headed back to the dorms. Jasper put the key in and opened the door, "Ah, crap.
Standing there like a dad catching his kid sneaking in was Prof. Greene. Watching them as they filed in he tapped his foot impatiently. "Do you kids know what time it is?" Jasper quickly interjected, "Well, school hadn't officially started and--" Prof. Greene held up a hand to cut him off before pointing at the clock on the wall, "Midnight. It is officially school." Giving a sigh he shook his head going on, "You will all wake up and meet here in the morning. Get to bed for now." Leaving the dorm with a slight door slam Jasper mocked the door, "What a wanker."
Rhydian sighed, "Shut up Jasper. I'm going to bed... Good night everyone." It was abrupt, but Rhydian had to get away. They were in trouble already, he was upset. Jasper on the othr hand looked around the room, "Don't worry too much about it guys. I'll head to bed too. Princess Juju, My beauty queen, my little art ave." As he stated their names, he kissed Julianna on the forehead, Veronique on the cheek, and Avery on the top of her head. Putting a hand on Sam's shoulder he gave a look that was mesnt to be reassuring, before heading to the guys side to bed.
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Post by Sasil on Oct 28, 2014 8:06:07 GMT -10
Avery sighed nodding her head. “While I am aware that I shouldn’t forget about the future,” she paused taking the last swig of her drink before continuing, “I don’t think it’s something to be brought up when it disrupts a good part of the group.” Sighing she shook her head letting the subject drop before listening to Jules go on about her Royal Ballet classes. Don’t get Avery wrong, she liked her friend but sometimes she found her kinda dull with the talk of ballet. Perhaps it was a twinge of jealousy. But who would want to open that can of worms in this group of friends.
“Sounds like you will have your hands right full. Either way, you work bloody harder then anyone else I know so you rightfully deserve that position.” She commented giving her friend a smirk of reassurance.
“Hey your back. Catch a man like you wanted?” Avery said taking a quick scan over Veronique, who looked more chilly then pleased. She was probably hiding outside, not that I blame the girl. Deciding not to comment on it any longer then she had too turned her attention back to the group was deciding what to do for the rest of the night. It seemed like the group was in fact going to head back. Everyone favoured it. Even Jasper said nothing on the subject. Sadly, Avery didn’t really want to go back but she had no choice did she?
Soon the limo was filled with school home bodies and Avery sighed leaning her head against the window seeing all the familiar sights that lead to her jail cell. Even with the feeling of utter dread, she dreaded what lied after this school more then what was going to meet them.
And sure enough, what lied to meet them came in the same sight that Avery had grown to dread more then anything. “Aw fuck.” She swore earning a frown from Prof. Greene. He lectured, like normal. All she heard again was ‘blah blah, technically it was school know, blah blah midnight.’ It was a droning that caused a dead shiver through her spine. “Fine, we are late but you can’t just blame us for wanting to have fun before the jail sentence starts.” She mumbled to him before shaking her head and running a hand threw her hair.
“Alright! I’m off to bed, don’t give me that look, we all know we will be seeing a lot of each other this year. Enjoy it, it will be the last year.” She smirked before waving good bye to the group and heading into the girl’s room. Once inside she flopped on her bed, which was before realizing she hadn’t unpacked and her suitcase laid on the bed. It drive right into her side. After swearing once more she gathered her clothes and put them into a place were she would find them, also finding her Pjs in the process.
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Post by smartblondie on Oct 28, 2014 10:36:23 GMT -10
Julianna smiled as best she could at the praise from Sam, but shrugged. "No need to congratulate me yet, Sam. I haven't done it yet." she reminded him, running a hand through her hair. She was warmed by Avery and Sam's praise, but she couldn't really take it at face value until this coming season was done. In fact, she ought to get ready to apologize a lot for snapping at them as things got going, as she knew she got crabby as she got stressed. And stress was the buzzword of this year.
Thankfully for all those remaining at the table, Jasper and Veronique presently returned to them. "Welcome back." she said happily enough, glad they hadn't actually run off to cause trouble. She was sure they'd just been trying to not hear her talk about her plans and her life and all that, and she couldn't really blame them. All five of them had probably had their fill of her ballet talk in the first year they'd been together, that by now, it must be...dull. She tried not to bring it up too often in casual conversation these days, but this time it hadn't been her fault! Well, it didn't matter now. It seemed like it was time to scoot, and she was pretty glad. She was tired and full, and she knew tomorrow was going to be a long, exhausting day. Classes and the first big ole dance class in the afternoon. She would be surprised if even half of the senior team had danced over break. Well, at least she could be thankful that she wouldn't be...extra sore after tomorrow. Still mildly sore, of course.
The trip back was cozy enough, with just silly stories about adventures over break (mostly supplied by Jasper, Avery, and Veronique) and giggling fits. Julianna was grateful that none of them were angry drunks, for that case, as everyone wasn't quite trashed, but they were clearly "impaired". Good thing they had this limo.
Of course, her warm fuzzies were gone in a quick flash when they saw Professor Greene. "Oh dear." Julianna murmured, her face flushing with shame as they were scolded. She hung her head, disappointed in herself. She could only pray that her parents didn't find out about this...which meant that her aunt couldn't know. That woman was a notorious gossip, to be sure, but hopefully Greene would operate with with a degree of discretion. "Aw, you guys." she moaned as they went to their dorm room, free of his intimidating presence. Despite her embarrassment, a little bit of her felt bubbly. It was sort of exhilarating, getting in trouble. They were such a team. So even though she was shaking her head, a goofy smile spread across her face. "That's it, you people are no good for me. I need my beauty sleep. I'll see you all in the morning." she giggled quietly at Jasper's kiss, covering her red cheeks with her hands before fleeing to the girls' room.
--ts to the morning--
Julianna was woken by the sound of her alarm, and the groans that accompanied it. The other two girls were slow in getting up, maybe feeling the drinking from the night before, but Julianna jumped from her bed as fast as possible, scrambling to shut off the blaring alarm. The silence ensuing was a sweet sound. She made her bed carefully as she blinked sleep from her eyes, glancing towards her closet. She was glad she had organized yesterday, as now she didn't have to search for anything. "I'm hitting the shower, just give me 20 minutes." she said softly to the other girls, in case they needed it too. She wasn't worried, as typically she was one of the earliest risers in their dorm, and she was careful to steal the bathroom before anyone else had a chance to. Sharing a bathroom with so many people, and then before that, living with her brother, Julianna had learned how to shower fast. She felt refreshed and more focused when she emerged again, a towel perched on her head.
"Ah, uniforms. How I've missed this." she muttered with a wry smile, tugging at the skirt of her uniform as she glanced over the entire look. She did actually like the girls' blazers, though she was probably one of the few students who did. The sounds of morning fussing were welcome as she erased the signs of eyebags and smudged makeup, hoping Sam had something nice to bring them for breakfast before they left. It wasn't really possible to sneak food to their room every morning, but the first day was always special, and she was dying to get her mug of coffee, two creams, four sugars. She finally unwrapped the towel from her head, her messy hair falling down around her face, smelling like 'fresh market apples' and tickling her cheeks. She glanced nervously at the time before twisting it into a bun atop her head. She stood, content with her appearance despite the few wispy strands that slipped free and tickled her face, grabbing her schoolbag and dance duffel before grinning cheesily at the other girls. In the mornings, there was limited interaction as they all tried to get dressed, but Veronique did supply morning-dance-party music to get them pumped for the day. "I think I'm good, so I'm gonna go sniff out the caffeine and then we need to go see Professor Greene, right? Oh, and all of us are gonna do dinner together, right? We have to do our first-day recap." she said, giggling a bit at this. It was kind of childish, but she sort of liked regrouping with the gang at dinner to catch up. Classes together were spotty, and lunch often ran into other things, so dinner was the best time to be together. "Hurry, hurry, so we can see what he has to say before it gets too late."
After finding her obligatory coffee, Julianna stood near their door, waiting impatiently for the rest of the gang to come. They had to go back and meet Professor Greene before classes, but she liked being early to class. It eliminated the whole running-late stress. But considering the slow rate that some of them moved this early, they'd be lucky to get out the door at all.
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Post by LycanHeart on Oct 28, 2014 14:03:05 GMT -10
Sam had pretty much braced himself for that backlash. While he was considerate for someone's feelings and their needs, he would also at the same time lose focus on those around him. It was not the first time he had riled others while defending someone, and while Sam tends to stay away from most of the other things he could have gotten involved in, the dog gotta chew the dog bone. Silently taking in Avery's criticism, it was not long before Veronique and Jasper came back.
"Yeah, I believe we've had enough for the first night tonight," Sam merely murmured as he finished the complimentary plain water he was given and headed out with the rest.
The journey home was as quiet as ever, especially around Sam, now that he had gone and done that to the others. Looking at his watch, Sam had thought of the worst that could happen tonight - because by the time they reached the Academy and their rooms, it had just hit past midnight. Not wanting to burst anyone else's bubble, Sam just kept that little piece of information to himself. And on cue to his thoughts, Professor Greene was standing at the room welcoming them back. Sam's expression was that of blank but clearly of expectation, and Professor Greene, who noticed that, gave a disapproving frown towards him.
"That sucked balls," Sam sighed under his breath when the professor had left, but just returned a weak smile when Jasper placed a hand on his shoulder. "Welp, we'll have our heads full tomorrow morning. Better get some shuteye," Sam stated before heading towards his bed. "Good night guys," he returned the greeting before chancing into his sleeping trousers and tee before hiding underneath the bedsheets, cuddling Mr Tibbers as he slowly drifted into sleep.
------the next morning------
Sam would have woken up earlier than the rest of the gang as usual, but the mead and beer made his slightly groggy, though when he got up, the other two guys were still asleep. Sam had left some breakfast of just scrambled eggs and pre-cooked sausages and ham slices, and maybe a loaf of sliced white bread in the fridge that they could reheat it in a microwave that Sam brought in to put at the pantry since they have no stove to cook on. He did not understand the reasoning that a dormitory cannot have their own stove. In Malaysia, every dorm has their own little stove for the students to cook their own meals, usually instant noodles, in their bid to save cash on their already dried-up wallets. Okay, maybe the fear of students mishandling the stove or fear of gas leakages that would burn the whole hostel up are present, but still, to Sam, that was an encumbrance.
After a regular wash and a quick cold shower, Sam got dressed in his kitchen jacket as the first class of the day for them senior students are usually demonstration classes for the juniors, as well as advanced cooking techniques. Exiting the room, he saw Julianna standing at the doorway drinking what he presumed to be a cup of coffee. "While we have to catch Mr. Greene, it's still early, maybe grab a sandwich or two, Julie. I have them in the mini-fridge," he said after a "good morning" was said. Taking out the bread, eggs, ham and sausages, Sam quickly popped two sandwiched into the microwave and reheated for a minute. As the food was reheated, the smell of eggs, ham and sausages would have drifted into their rooms, something Sam had used to give incentive for the others to wake up faster.
Handing a sandwich to Julie, Sam started to chew on his own sandwich while sipping on a cup of tea, plain Chamomile. That was how he had enjoyed his drinks, no added flavorings.
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Post by Polaris on Oct 28, 2014 22:12:36 GMT -10
They all finally came back and though the ride was rather fun for Veronique, she noticed that some moods were downer than others. She didn’t expect Professor Greene to be there since it wasn’t that much past midnight…was it? But there he was and as he was saying something, Veronique did what she usually does to show that she’s listening when she’s actually not. She made eye contact, spacing out as she did while twirling her hair and somewhat nodded like she knew what he was saying. Honestly, he yaps too much and she really didn’t like getting lectured from the same person all the time. One Rhydian was good enough, thank you very much. As Jasper did his daily good night loving dose, Veronique decided that she was exhausted and if her friends were going to bed, she was going to hit and hide under the covers first.
“Sweet dream, lovelies!” she called out once more before heading to their room.
————Morning——————
Veronique pulled the blanket over the head as she heard Julianna’s alarm, knowing that she was glad Minty wasn’t here to wake her up. She was not a morning person and that girl was way too happy in the morning. Half of her wanted to skip class though she didn’t want to get into anymore trouble. She loved the fact that Julianna went to the shower which gave her a reason to lay in bed and fall back into slumber. Once her alarm went off, Veronique grudgingly got up and rolled into the shower. After finishing and drying her hair, she put on the god awful uniform that she hated so much. It looked pristine on her but she felt like it was a mark of a prisoner. Letting her hair flow naturally, she ran her hand and detangled strands as the blasting music she turned on earlier kept her up. She always had to turn on music, it was one thing that kept her alive when all she wanted to do is sleep some more.
“Dinner it is, Jules, anything for you,” Veronique grinned as the girl rushed everyone else. Well, Veronique can’t be rushed, perfection means time. After finishing her morning routine, she threw her backpack against the sofa in the common room as she plopped down to wait for the others.
Meanwhile, Clementine was running late since she was suppose to check in yesterday night. “Planes and their stupid schedules,” she huffed under her breath as she checked the time on her phone. The taxi finally dropped her off and she was already wearing her school uniform. “Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you. How's Luke? Mon dieu, isn't he just perfection? So sweet,” Clementine was stopped once more by a familiar face. After laughing and discussing how hot and sweet Clara's new boyfriend was, all thanks to this majestic skill of her, Clementine was rushing and huffing now. Texting with one hand and her head down, Clementine was using her other hand to roll her luggage until she slammed into someone by accident. Falling backwards, she automatically did a back flip and manage to be scratch free thanks to her quick martial arts reflex. Smacking the dirt away from her hands, she looked up at the person she bumped into feeling quite apologetic before she noticed that she hasn't seen this person around. The person was standing in front of her dorm though she wasn't sure if he was the new transfer her professors has been telling them about.
"Hi! I'm Clementine," she said scanning up and down. Clementine quickly decided to dismiss the new person and opened the dorms to see Julianna standing there.
"Mes chers! Oh my gosh, I miss you guys!" she squealed, running to hug them. "Hey Sam," she said giving him a pat on the arm as her way of saying hi. "Still not up for a girl? For you, Sammy dear, it's free," she winked. "And for Jasper, an extra charge, of course. It's a bit hard to find a girl who he hasn't slept with, I'd be digging quite deep," she said absentmindedly to nobody really as she decided to sit on Veronique who was on the couch. The girl seemed displeased but it was rather hard to get Clementine off her.
"Oh!" Clemmy said turning around pointing to the new person. "Look who I found!"
"A new toy?" Veronique answered with a laugh at her cousin's choice of words until she saw the person standing there. "Well, what are you standing there for? Are you lost, little lamb?"
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Post by Specter Seren on Oct 29, 2014 6:23:39 GMT -10
“Lior look I know you don’t want to talk to me but...”
Casting a quick glance at the text’s preview was enough for Lior to instantly delete it. Delete the whole thread, despite the fact that that was the only message in it. The number was unknown to them, and yet the sender couldn’t have been clearer. Lior had preprogrammed the numbers of all the people they cared to communicate with. And since texts were so sloppy to begin with, often littered with slang, typos, Auto Correct misappropriations, and the like, and phone calls were practically out of the question, having jumped continents and all, those in Lior’s contact list were very, painfully few indeed. Well, there was a bit of the “old” Lior. They still couldn’t stand technological communication. Granted, at one time or another, a good old fashioned paper, pen, and courier must have also been considered technological “high fashion.” And with good reason. Not being much of a history buff, however, Lior couldn’t say for sure.
Still, interesting. Even after all they had been through, cleanliness was still top priority. Well, of course. One didn’t just shrug off Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Which was what Lior’s therapist was sure that they had. Among other things, which Lior themselves wasn’t so convinced of. Really, if anyone needed to be shuffled off to a therapist it was Mel. Even now, Lior had absolutely no idea how she kept getting their number. This was already their second new phone in the matter of a few months. And her messages were always deleted, her calls always ignored, her steadily growing range of numbers always blocked.
Why couldn’t she take a hint?
Lior knew that she wasn’t the brightest of girls, but still.
They sighed. They didn’t want to have to deal with Melanie anymore. Really, being forced to move countries, they shouldn’t have to. All their other relationships had been ended quite neatly. Perhaps helped by Lior’s lack of any social networking communications, other than their phone. And, well, now Skype. Because Chuldah had insisted, and honestly Lior was feeling rather bad for his cousin, at this point. Besides, Chuldah was the only member of their family not to completely blow things out of proportion. He just continued to be the same, lazy, teasing Chuldah Lior had always known.
But Lior was determined not to muck about thinking about Melanie on their first day at their new school. Also high on their goal list for the day was not to make a scene. The last thing Lior needed was more fuss. That was a plus side for having to come here, at least. No stigmas. Lior could quietly fade into the background and plow through the next two lackluster years. Then what? They didn’t care to think. Right now the focus was on remaining...how had Chuldah put it? Keeping cool. That’s right. It fit Lior; made them feel comfortable like well-tailored pants.
At least pants that they had chosen for themselves to wear.
This caused Lior to look rather disdainfully at the dark grey bottoms they were sporting now. Having to take a red eye flight to London was bad enough. Having to then change into the school uniform in an airport bathroom, since wearing it on the plane would have ensured wrinkles peppered with smell of sweat and cramped quarters, was even worse. But what Lior resented most of all was being told that “he” had to wear this. The “boy’s” uniform. Really. All this to escape such arbitrary gender labels. To escape all labels whatsoever. Only to have them put right smack on top of them again. Like a stamp. Lior was now stamped as male.
Still...what did they expect? It’s not like there was an agendered uniform option. And if there was, it would more likely be pants over a skirt. Lior wasn’t even sure that they would enjoy wearing a skirt. Having a say in the matter would have been nice, at least.
Same with the dorms. Although Lior was supposed to meet with...well...someone upon their relatively late arrival, it appeared as if that meeting had been postponed. Not leaving Lior much time to get to class, especially if the meeting dragged on, as Lior was afraid it might. Theirs was a rather odd situation, after all. After being told this by what appeared to be a secretary, Lior had been given an envelope with a little key and pointed in the direction of their supposed new dormitory. Where they were headed now. Where they would live for the next year. In the “male” portion. Again, that was fair, Lior supposed, but also unfair at the same time.
Years of having things go exactly as planned hadn’t prepared Lior for this sort of life, slapped together so haphazardly at the last minute. But then again, they weren’t exactly that same Lior. Having made the decision to live as agendered, and having certainly paid the price, Lior wasn’t about to “reneg.” They were just going to have to deal with it.
Thinking about all these things they finally made their way to the building. It took them several tries to get the right one. Directions were another check in the “minus” column of Lior’s invisible list. Somehow they had gotten the wrong address from the airport, boosting up the cost of the taxi. How precious. And now they couldn’t even find their own dorm.
Still, Lior had to admit...the campus was much, much nicer than what they had been expecting. It felt posh. Rich. With all the recent turmoil in the family, Lior still wasn’t quite sure how they had even secured the last-minute acceptance. Well, nepotism worked like that, they supposed. Or something along those lines, at least.
Hoping that the early morning timing and their own, obstinately stealthy nature would allow them to easily sneak into the quarters, Lior was literally shocked out of their private thoughts by a whirlwind of luggage, casually tossed hair, and a thick French accent.
In the blink of an eye, Lior found themselves sprawled across the dirt in front of their new house, suitcase several feet away. So much for a quiet homecoming.
The thought of dirt now staining the uniform they had been so careful to keep clean made Lior wince, and they were up and carefully brushing any remaining traces of dirt in seconds.
Their assailant had been luckier, performing a neat back-flip to land back steadily on her feet. Well, that was certainly something new. Another check for the “pros.” Lior wondered if, for example, to repay people she had unceremoniously knocked into the dirt, the girl was willing to give lessons.
“Hi! I’m Clementine.”
So the French accent hadn’t been imagined. Somehow that felt nice. While Lior’s own accent was so diluted by bouncing around that they couldn’t even define what it sounded like anymore, they had become accustomed to being one of only ones who even had an accent to begin with. Well, Lior supposed that was yet another check in the London school’s favor. It was international, of course. Even easier for Lior to blend in.
“Hey, I’m-”
But before Lior could even get their name out, she had thrust open the door to what they were sure was also their dorm, her voice trailing from inside the room she hadn’t paused to burst into. Still, detecting no stains on their uniform from the incident, and being able to easily pick up the tiny suitcase, not even large enough to have to “check,” that carried all of Lior’s belongings, they couldn’t declare the incident altogether unpleasant.
Perhaps it was their time in American influencing them, but Lior felt most at home with “Clementine” type people. Always energetic, in a hurry to go places. Lior themself had been more or less that way too, at one point. Though, of course, with a bit more care. Still, sociable people were much easier to get along with than non-sociable people, so getting to live with the jittery girl seemed to be another plus. There, that was a lot of “pluses” now. Lior was no negative nancy.
From the dimming down of the girl’s voice from the inside, Lior thought that it might be time for them to survey the situation. Make an appearance. Obviously, as she had been talking to people inside, their hopes of being the first one to the room that morning were dashed. Oh well. Looking like someone who had ridden the red eye, then done their best to cover up this fact, Lior didn’t think themselves fit for any good first impressions. Then again, they had to get that mindset...well...out of their mind. That’s right. They shouldn’t have to try to make any sort of impression at all. Just be Lior. As daunting as that actually seemed. Besides, they were curious to see what kind of people they would be living in such close proximities to for the next year.
“Oh! Look who I found!”
Perking up at Clementine’s voice again, Lior felt that it was an appropriate time as ever to introduce themselves.
Stepping through the doorway into the room proper, Lior did their best not to shrink against the several gazes gathered there. One of them was a very tall, lean-looking girl, seemingly enjoying a nice morning drink. And that bothered them. Girls shouldn’t be tall. Then again, Lior supposed it was high-time they overcame such boring gender identities. Still. Felt odd, to have a girl towering over them. Next was a guy...well, someone Lior might have to be sharing a room with, then. Other than the fact that he appeared to be Asian, Lior couldn’t sense much more about them. Sizing people up, especially in a single glance, wasn’t exactly one of Lior's strengths. Learning about people took time...learning about the system even more so. But none of that, here.
The last figure in the room, other than the bubbly Clementine, was a bit easier for Lior to place. Especially with the words that came rolling off her tongue, also tinged with French.
“A new toy? Well, what are you standing there for? Are you lost, little lamb?”
With the morning Lior had, flying in, nearly getting lost, and being shoved to the ground by a back-flipping girl, Lior didn’t think that too much else could surprise them.
It wouldn’t be the first time they were wrong.
“Lamb...?” They had to cast another look down at themselves, just to make sure, but they didn’t have any idea where the “lamb” part came from. Despite the fact that their hair had grown out a bit, at this point, it wasn’t exactly fluffy, or white. The two things Lior thought of when they brought to mind a lamb. And they didn’t know if they appreciated being referred to as a “toy.”
Still, perhaps it was just this girl’s ways. Her carefully-manicured appearance was something that Lior instantly picked up on and identified with. Plus, Lior had long-ago gotten used to playful teasing in America. Perhaps it was one of those things, then. Though he wasn’t so sure about the French. Still safest to play along.
“Well, if you were planning on making a roast out of me, I’m afraid there’s not much here,” Lior continued, shrugging their shoulders at their rather small frame. And it was true. Lior was almost painfully skinny. Always had been, no matter how many Big Macs they could chow down.
“The name’s Lior. I guess...I’ll be living here this year,” They didn’t really know what to say beyond that. From the comfortable looks of the other teens, they all seemed to be at least somewhat familiar with each other. And then there was Lior. The outsider. Well, that had, after all, been expected. And it was nothing new.
To punctuate this statement Lior flashed a rather sheepish grin. Maybe they were a bit more lamb-like than they would care to admit, after all.
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Post by Schailor on Nov 2, 2014 15:00:17 GMT -10
Rhydian had been awake and studying by the time he had heard Sam stirring from his slumber. This was typical of the male though, which usually caused for question if he ever actually went to sleep in the first place. Usually he had looked as though he hadn't even when he in fact had. Still, he continued his studies even as Sam went about his morning. His brother not stirring from his slumber at all. As the smell and sound of Sam 'cooking' in the microwave filled the room, Rhydian decided it was best to stop studying and get ready for their morning lecture from professor Greene before going to class. So he stood and made his way to the shower, taking a relatively quick one before putting on his neatly pressed uniform and styling his hair neatly combed to the side as usual. If a word had to be chosen to describe him, it would probably be, dapper.
Looking over at his brother, who was still sleeping very soundly, Rhydian only sighed. This was typical. If someone wasn't there to physically wake Jasper up, he would never get up and miss his first few classes. It's been known to happen on days Rhydian leaves to the library or class early. Placing his foot at the side of the bed, Rhydian shook it vigorously until Jasper groaned. Pulling the blanket off his older brother he mentioned, "You need to get up and get ready already." Leaving the room, he was certain Jasper wouldn't simply roll over and go back to sleep.
Emerging from the room, he just caught the new person's introduction, before joining everyone in the common area. This new room mate of the boys looked quite interesting. He wondered what their personality would be like though, hopefully not another wild one. As Rhydian sat on the couch he noticed Clementine had finally joined them as well. "Oh, Clementine. You made it. I wondered where you were." He had thought maybe she had decided to skip the rest of the semester and finish somewhere else, or that her plane was just late. Of course the latter was much more reasonable than having a senior transfer so suddenly.
After a few moments, Jasper made himself known as well. Except, he was not in uniform, his hair was definitely still bed head, and he did not look pleased to be alive at the moment at all. But once he saw everyone, he seemed to regain his usual carefree attitude. Plus it was fun seeing everyone in their uniforms. "Morning everyone.Clem you made it!" He stated noting that the girl had finally arrived. Plopping on a seat he looked at the person still standing and gave a nod of his head, "Yo, new kid. Nice to see ya."
The good mood was short lived for Jasper, as Professor Greene made his way into the common area. Looking over all the freshly cleaned students he started by shaking his head with both hands on his hips. He noted that Clementine had joined them, and the new student that he was told about. So he started with them. "Clementine, Lior, you are allowed to continue getting ready for class. You are not included in this." Looking over the remaining bunch, he gave each one of them a disappointed look directly, though it didn't phase Jasper in the least. Continuing on he crossed his arms over his chest, looking the same way an upset father would. "Look, I know you kids are excited that it is your last year together. But this school has rules and what you did is unacceptable. Now, I do realize that on a technicality, you went out before school rules were in affect, so I won't be too harsh. But I do expect an essay from each one of you, on why we have a curfew rule." Giving a head shake he made for the door, pausing before it, "I expect these essays tomorrow morning. Now get to class on time." And with that he was gone.
Jasper rolled his eyes at the thought of homework on top of homework. That was annoying. Though he supposed it was better than a more severe punishment. Stretching his hands above his head he got comfortable on the couch. Rhydian took it upon himself to announce to the new person, "Lior, was it? Normally we do not all get into trouble like this. Just so you know." Standing up from the couch, Rhydian made his way back to the dorm to get all the books he would need for his classes today.
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Post by Sasil on Nov 3, 2014 18:56:29 GMT -10
Avery held the pillow over her head, trying to drown out the noise that was coming from both the common room and the bathroom. People showering, chatting. It was all very nosie, and one would think that after knowing Avery for so many years they would know that she wasn’t really a morning person. After counting that everyone was awake and probably ready Avery sat up in her bed. Almost like a zombie coming back from the dead. Her head hurt a bit, nothing that she couldn’t handle but it was a reminder of the night they had.
Dragging her ass to the bathroom she slipped in and had the quickest shower she had ever had, towl drying her hair then proceeding to do her normal bathroom chores. Once she was dressed in the zombie outfit, an outfit that she absolutely hated beyond belief. (Skirts are the devil) she went outside, giving a low moan for a hello. Damn it was early.
Though the grumpiness that had been consuming Avery had suddenly faded when she saw another familiar face in the common room. “Hey Clem. You missed a good time last night. Was wondering were the hell you were. Get lost on the plane or something?” she joked lightly before noticing the new person standing elegantly in the room.
Tall, thin and had hair that seemed to be fussed over far to much. But before Avery could even ask the guy’s name Professor. Greene came, bringing with him the dreaded cloud of utter doom with him. Course, he would give them an essay and punish them. He had a thing against this group, well maybe more against Jasper, Vero and herself. The other three were pretty much goodie-goodies who did everything they were asked of.
“For fucks sake. Homework already? We only arrived like…ten or twenty minutes late.” Cursed Avery crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall once Prof. Greene had left. “Whatever. Could have been worse I guess.” She mumbled looking to Rhydian as he spoke again about ‘not all of them getting into trouble’.
“It’s nice to meet you Lior. I’m Avery Hart.” She paused introducing herself like her grandparents would have wanted. Who knew something they wanted her to know had actually stuck. No matter, that would probably be the last time she ever did something along those lines.
“What classes does everyone have anyways? I know I have History then English before lunch.” She paused tapping her chin trying to remember the schedule she had received a few weeks ago, evidently she had lost it somewhere in her room. Cleanliness wasn’t something she was very good at. “Art afterword’s so that’s a little better.” She sighed flopping on the other side of the couch were Jasper had flopped before her.
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Julianna smiled sheepishly at Sam as he brought her a sandwich, as if he could read her thoughts. This wasn't uncommon, the two of them being first to leave in the morning. Early risers, both of them. "Mm, thank you!" she remembered her manners before taking a bite, definitely not disappointed. She ate her sandwich quickly but carefully, to avoid any crumbs finding a home on her uniform. Definitely nice to start the day with something in her stomach aside from just coffee. "Did you-oh, my." Julianna started to ask Sam about his first sleep back in the dorm, but right at that moment, their door swung open. Her heart fell, thinking it was Professor Greene, and then leaped back up, seeing Clementine. This was definitely a more welcome visitor. "Clementine, I'm so glad you made it here!" she cheered as the girl hugged her, laughing as she flitted back around to greet the others as they emerged from their bedrooms, finally all put together.
"Ah, good morning everyone." Julianna said, glancing at the stranger curiously. A bit shorter than her, well-kept hair, slim build. He seemed...quiet. She caught him in the middle of looking over the others as well, and wasn't sure what to make of his bothered expression when he looked up at her, but didn't let herself fret over it. "Ah, don't say things like that, you'll scare the poor kid." Julianna wagged a finger at Veronique playfully, worried about sending the wrong message about them. Fortunately, the odd exchange was halted when Professor Greene showed up, just in time to give them a good scolding. A lovely first impression for the new kid, Lior, he was referred to by the Professor. Julianna's shoulders slumped as they should when they were lectured, nodding obediently at their assignment. It could be worse. She wasn't sure when she'd have time for it, but she could squeeze it in, probably.
With Professor Greene gone, Julianna took a long sip of coffee before raising her brows, realizing she should follow Avery's lead and introduce herself. "Ah, I'm Julianna. Welcome to our dorm! I promise we aren't really troublemakers. Usually." she laughed mildly at this and shrugged. "Mm, I have Math to start, and History after that. And dance a bit after lunch." she squinted, as if trying to see her schedule somewhere in front of her. "We don't have a lot of time to get to know you right now, Lior, but have dinner with us, okay?" Julianna pulled their door back open, starting to creep out. "I want to get a seat early, you know. Have fun today, and be good!" With this farewell, Julianna slipped out into the hallway. Thanks to their lecture, more students were buzzing about than she was used to, since usually she left quite early. Some people smiled wanly at her, others simply stumbled in sleepy hazes, and still others just looked over her. Back into the grind.
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Post by LycanHeart on Nov 4, 2014 14:38:40 GMT -10
It did not take long before the front door of their dorm opened, and lo and behold, Clementine popped into their living room with a new guy following in tow. The new guy looked a tab bit feminine in his opinion, but then again, thousand kinds of people and thousand types of people. He was not going to complain. To be frank, there was nothing to complain.
"Clemmy! I see you took your time," Sam said with a bark of laughter before replying, "nah, not yet. Thanks for the offer though." Clementine was more like the little cupid in their mismatching little company, but it was her bubbly personality that is like a drop of sunshine in their otherwise gloomy or pure perverse group. Her greeting the others made Sam realize that the others are already out, all of them generally already in their uniform, with the exception of Jasper who apparently is still in his bedroom attire and messy hair. "There's scrambled eggs, ham and bread in the fridge that you can reheat it in the microwave," Sam told the others.
"I have a kitchen demonstration class in the morning, then followed by another hot cooking class," Sam ticked off his schedule as he pulled out a small notebook, checking his timetable folded in it. "Otherwise I'll be fixing dinner at the classroom kitchens," he stated it out, just as the good professor came in and gave them a lecture before telling them to write up an essay. Well, at the very least, Sam now knows the new guy's name is called Lior.
"Lior, is it?" Sam repeated, obviously talking to him. Echoing what the others said, Sam added his part, "Yeah, situations like these are far and few between. Anything you don't eat? I'm Sam, the one usually fixing dinner here," he introduced himself, while whipping out a pen to record Lior's preference.
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Post by Polaris on Nov 4, 2014 15:38:54 GMT -10
The confused face and the shy grin just made Veronique laughed out loud as she whacked Clementine to get of her. “Dibs!” she called out in a joking manner even if she isn’t quite interested in them. She made a rule that she promised to keep forever and that was that she wouldn’t mess with anyone who lives with her but still, the person standing before them was quite fun to poke at. She turned her attention away from them and to the other three that finally decided to appear.
Clementine on the other hand huffed at being smacked and stood up to greet the other three late birds who finally decided to climb out of bed. “Bien sûr, je suis ici,” she said chirpily as she put her hands on her hip. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world." As Professor Greene came in and interrupted Clementine’s train of thoughts, she frowned, giving her cousin a pointed look when she once again got into trouble. Veronique was going to make Clementine write the essay and that was probably the only reason why Clementine felt the needed to give her the glare.
“I swear V, you never give me a break. And how did you get Rhy into doing that? Did you drug him?” Clementine joked as the subject was soon switched to what classes they had and everyone had classes to their liking. “I have Math in fifteen minutes, then Chemistry before lunch, and finally History,” she replied realizing that Julianna and she had the same class together. “Save me a seat, Jules!” she called out as the girl hurried to leave since being early was her thing and being on time was Clementine’s way. However, she had a feeling that by the time she got out of this room, she would be bombarded with a lot of friends who probably want to catch up with her about their summer. However, Julianna left before she could retract her statement. As she already introduced herself to Lior earlier, Clementine decided to go grab breakfast provided by their one and only chef, Sammy. Prancing over to the fridge, she took some stuff out and microwaved it, putting it on a paper plate and finally joining the rest again. “What would I do without you, Sam. Probably starve to death,” she said, tugging on her backpack and waving at them with her other free hand as she left the dorm. “See you Lior, try not to get eaten by Veronique...or Jasper.”
Veronique rolled her eyes as Clementine gave her a dirty look before getting up herself. Using her phone’s reflection, she checked out her hair, making sure it was immaculate and pristine. “Please Minty, if you can’t do it, I have tons of other people who would love to,” Veronique declared, not stressed or fazed by Professor Greene’s punishment. “I’m Veronique, Lior. And trust me, don’t listen to these kids, we always get into trouble. The fun part is getting away with it,” Veronique winked at him before grabbing her tote she casually dumped on the floor earlier. “Alright dears, I got men to catch and lectures to sleep in. I have Physics, Math, and then English after lunch. Be there for dinner or be square,” she said before heading to the door and being greeted by a few guys. “Looking good David, got yourself another girl?” she asked, casually talking to the guys and walking to class with them.
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Post by Specter Seren on Nov 5, 2014 4:04:11 GMT -10
((I don’t know why my default has become to write dialogue in Japanese...uhm))
Several more people filed into the room. Well. There went all hope of sneaking around peacefully. Still, if they were all going to have to live together for the next year, might as well get introductions out of the way.
That didn’t seem to be a problem for any of Lior’s dorm-mates, however. Again, through their mannerisms and the way they all greeted Clementine so familiarly, Lior had the uncanny suspicion that they all knew each other...perhaps even for a long time.
On the one hand that put them in a rather awkward position. Either they would be pushed to the center of interest...being someone new and unpredictable...or they would be completely cut off from the clique. It was a pretty normal social interaction, that Lior themselves hadn’t been innocent of. You show someone just the right amount of courtesy to not appear like a jerk, but it’s clear you aren’t really friends. Not that Lior would particularly mind. Not having any friends would certainly make “playing it cool” easier.
But, for the moment, at least, they didn’t seem to be unkind. The last three to walk into the room...a rather sleepy-looking tomboy and...well...slovenly guy, as well as another neatly-prepped male. So...those two along with Lior and the Asian boy would make four in the male quarters. And then Clem, the pretty “lamb” girl, the tall girl, and the tomboy would be the females. Four and four. So that was probably it, then. Probably.
Before Lior could go about trying to find better names for them other than “lamb girl” and “slob guy,” the door burst open once again. Had they been wrong? More newcomers? Lior could feel a tiny ping of excitement in their chest. So maybe they were worried about being left out, after all.
No such luck, however. It was someone...apparently from the staff, who, of course, Lior didn’t recognize. At first Lior worried that they had somehow stalked them down...perhaps to tell them that they weren’t allowed in the school after all, it had all been a mistake...but that was ridiculous. The fees had already been paid for, the arrangements made. Besides, the staff member began by preceding whatever it was he had come to say by making it very clear that Lior and Clem were not involved. Well, that was a relief. Lior was about to tune him out while thinking over their next steps for the day or how best to introduce themselves or when would be the least awkward time to approach the “gender” issue, if at all, when they caught on to what the staff member was saying.
Great. Somehow Lior had landed in the delinquent dorm. Well, given their past records and rather hasty decision to come to the school, it wasn’t exactly surprising. What did surprise Lior was the fact that none of the students seemed to be particularly...well...rabble-rising. Maybe the lamb girl, but just because she was a bit of a tease didn’t make her a disturber of the peace. What had she said after they had introduced themselves" "Dibs?" Lior was pretty sure that was the name of a candy you could buy at the movie theatre...but what did that have to do with anything?
Well, whatever. If the dorm did have a habit of breaking rules, Lior would have all the better excuse not to interact with them, if breaking ties ended up being the best method of “playing it cool.” Making a bad name for themselves was definitely not on Lior's list of goals for the year.
"What a great start for an introduction," Lior mumbled sarcastically. Just their luck to have a lecture in the middle of getting to know everyone. Instant mood kill.
Still, everyone in the dorm seemed determined to handle the reprimand good-naturedly as they continued to introduce themselves and compare schedules as if nothing had happened. It was a lot of information to take in all at once...names...classes...Lior could barely remember their own schedule...other than theatre, it was mostly things they had no interest in, slipped into at the last minute.
But names would probably be a good thing to take note of.
So...
Tomboy was Avery. An artist, by the way she spoke about her classes. It seemed to fit her, well. Lior instantly tried to imagine what kind of art such a person would produce, wondering if she would be willing to share at some point. Looking at art was something Lior could get behind. So then, Avery was on the “good” list.
Tall girl was Julianna. She actually seemed the nicest of the bunch (discounting Clem, but the jury was still out on what the strange back-flipping girl was really like, though Lior stubbornly stuck by their good impression), apologizing for the rush and inviting Lior to dinner with the rest. She seemed genuine, too...Lior knew what “fake nice” was like. They didn’t sense it in her. Thus they determined to get over whatever weird complex they felt about her height. Also a dancer? Again Lior wondered at her specialty. The only dance Lior was familiar with was the kind in musical theatre...but musicals weren’t exactly their cup of tea in the first place. Tango? Tap? Tap was definitely a kind of dance. Hip hop? Lior almost laughed at the thought of the composed girl in front of them suddenly breaking into a rap with over-sized sweatpants and a beanie. Still...stranger things had happened.
Asian guy was Sam...a chef, apparently, from not only his self-introduction but his class list as well. He screamed “care-taker”... that was Lior’s decided opinion on him. They were proud to be able to come up with something better than “Asian guy,” but, now knowing his name, it probably didn’t matter. Again Lior was relieved to come off with a good impression, though they also wondered if he might be a bit of a busybody, always hastening to take care of others. It reminded Lior ever-so-slightly of Melanie. Er. Best put those thoughts away for the time being.
“Food preferences, huh? I guess...normal stuff?” Lior scratched his head, pondering this. Growing up as a middle-class American, their definition of “normal” might be a tad off from a bunch of rich socialites, “like...American stuff? Fast food. That sort of thing.” Lior shrugged. Probably not the right thing to say in front of someone hoping to be a fancy cuisine chef. Fast food might not even be in his dictionary, “but anything is fine with me, really. As long as it isn’t too messy. Or sticky. Sticky foods are the worst.” Lior’s eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly reminded of Halloween. That was one American tradition they weren’t the least bit sorry to leave back in the states. Sloppily thrown together costumes...dirty candy wrappers everywhere...they could go on and on. Then again what did rich people have to worry about “sticky” foods? They probably ate everything off a silver platter with a gold fork and spoon. Well...it was the best Lior could come up with.
At least, having eaten the crappy plane breakfast, Lior’s appetite was quelled for a bit, so they felt no need to follow Clem to the refrigerator. Also it would be kind of awkward, popping in and encroaching on all their friendships and eating their food as if Lior, too, had known them all a long time.
Since preppy-boy hadn’t bothered to mention his name before darting back to his room, he would continue to be preppy-boy for the time being. Not that Lior could blame him. In fact, he rather admired the way he looked so carefully made up, despite the fact that he was wearing the same clothes as the rest. Like Juliana and the lamb-girl. All very well put together. Lior liked neat human beings.
So that left the preppy-boy’s polar opposite, the careless-looking guy spread over the couch, and lamb-girl, who finally introduced herself as Veronique. That name was quite a mouthful. Well, Lior supposed their own name wasn’t any less strange, but at least it was short. They wondered if she wouldn’t mind going by a nickname. She certainly seemed playful enough. Dibs. Men. Trouble. Fun. Everything about her screamed someone who would not let Lior “play it cool,” and yet they couldn’t help but be fascinated by her. They had seen that same femme fatale played out on stage, in movies, in books...but going to a relatively normal, conservative high school, Lior had never actually met one face-to-face. She seemed dangerous...but also interesting. They would have to watch out for that.
Clem filled in the gaps by mentioning both a “Rhy” and a “Jasper.” Lior could only guess those names belonged to preppy-boy and guy-on-the-couch, and using context clues assigned Rhy to preppy and Jasper to the latter. This was proving to actually be kind of entertaining...making all these guesses about people. Wondering when they’d get the chance to find out if they were correct.
Well, perhaps at dinner, then. With Veronique’s parting quip, Lior didn’t think they’d be able to squirm out of it easily. Besides, they liked their new classmates...other than the potential “trouble-maker” aspect. It would be a nice change of pace to enjoy a simple meal together, getting to casually know each of them. No strings attached, right?
“Let’s see...” Lior fished around in their pocket for a neatly-folded piece of paper. On it were printed their course list, room numbers, and teachers. Checking with their watch, they saw that the first class really did begin in 15 minutes...and Lior had no idea where on campus it was. Something to look forward to.
“I have Music Theory first...followed by Math, Lunch, and Theatre.” Lior couldn’t care less about any but the last one. Music Theory? They had never played an instrument in their life. Maybe there would be some way to get that changed...at least History or something they would somewhat enjoy.
“But...I’m not really sure where any of these are.” It felt kind of dumb, to be asking for help, but it was only natural. Lior had been on campus for all of maybe thirty minutes, “Are all the classrooms more or less in the same place?”
He did have a campus map, but it meant little more than empty lines on a page. Reading maps wasn’t exactly Lior's specialty, either, though they did like the look of them.
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Post by Schailor on Nov 18, 2014 9:48:47 GMT -10
Rhydian returned as people started filing out for class. Realizing he had forgotten his manners he paused to address Lior, who was mentioning his classes. "I'm Rhydian by the way. This lazy bum is my brother, Jasper. If you can manage to convince him to go to class, he also has music theory first." Heading for the door with his books for the day in tow, he stopped there, "If I see you in the halls, I'll try to help you find stuff. Otherwise, see you at dinner." Rhydian was sure their school could be intimidating with all the different academies, classes, teachers, and well students that more or less grew up with each other. Especially those in their grade. He didn't want Lior to feel too much like an outsider. He was certain they probably already did a bit with the way the others interacted with each other so familiarly. But with that offer of help, Rhydian was off. He didn't want to be late to class.
Jasper who was still on the couch, yawned and stretched before standing up looking to Lior. "Well, I guess as long as I have an excuse for being late, I can show you to your first class. Give me a moment." Heading back to their dorm, he sort of expected Lior to follow assuming they wanted to put their bags in their room at least, but maybe not. Changing into his uniform, which was worn improperly and sloppy per usual, he ran a comb through his hair so it'd at least be somewhat presentable and rejoined Lior. "Well, shall we?" Waiting for the new kid to tag along, Jasper led the way to music theory. He pointed out a few classrooms on the way that Lior might want to know, like the math class, English class, and well that was about it on the way.
Entering the already started music theory class, Jasper gave a half salute, half wave to the obviously annoyed professor. Though said annoyance was quickly dropped when she noticed the new student. "Professor Schwartz, this is the new kid, Lior.... Uh... Well I don't really know his last name." With a defeated sigh the professor simply pointed to Jasper's seat, "Please sit mister McQuillen. Lior, why don't your introduce yourself to the class." Professor Schwartz gestured for him to come up to the middle of the room next to her and give a proper introduction to his new classmates.
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Post by Sasil on Nov 30, 2014 14:45:09 GMT -10
Avery listened only partly to what everyone had to say after trying to see if anyone had the same class as her. When it turned out no one had history first or any other classes with her the day would just seem to drag on. School was kinda a pain, and in all honesty she wanted to jump out the window and run away to some other country. But that would have to wait until she had her graduation papers which would earn her the right get her grandparents off her breathing back. Not to mention the mother who didn’t care enough for her. Well, that was until recently.
But she pushed the thoughts out of her mind deciding not to dwell what had happened in the past.
With Jasper leaving with the new kid, Lior, Avery decided she had better jump and get to class. Was better then getting late for class again, after grabbing a sandwich that Sam had so nicely created, she went towards the door.
“Supper then. Later guys. “ with a wave of her hand Avery started out towards her class. History was one of her favourite classes so it shouldn’t have be to bad, but she dreaded having t write another essay for the fact they were only a few minutes late. Damn teachers making their lives miserable. Sighing heavily while rubbing her face absentmindedly Avery turned into the courner barely missing a few girls Course Avery ignored them, though she would have normally bitten there heads off for almost running into them, she was far to tired and annoyed with other things in life to have cared all that much.
Lior, seemed like an interesting person. Charming, sophisticated. Maybe even a bit like a snob if you didn’t get to know them first. She wasn’t sure what to make out of him, but knowing better then to judge them to quickly she decided once they talked more they would see what they were like. Course, she had noticed they were silently trying to see what each of them were like as they had been introduced by everyone in the apartment. Hopefully, at dinner that night they would get to know more about them.
After a good deal of pondering and wandering the halls, Avery made it to her class took a seat in the back by the window and sat down laying her head on the desk.
Shit. Her head hurt, and everyone was to fucking loud with chattering about hell knows what. And apparently yelling shut up would be frowned upon. How did she know this? She had done it before.
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Safely seated in her classroom, Julianna could finally relax a bit as she waited for the teacher to arrive and get them started. The classes here were rigorous, for good reason. This school wasn't known for nothing. A fantastically experienced and credited staff, advanced classes, specialized study focuses, and the best students anywhere could hope to produce, of course. The heaps of money from all the parents helped make the facilities so prestigious as well, of course. Julianna smoothed her skirt and blazer meticulously, a habit. She couldn't help it. What else could she do, anyway? Her friends weren't in here, and she wasn't very good at making new friends, honestly. She could be a bit of a know-it-all, apparently. Well, it didn't bother her. She didn't need to have oodles of friends at her beck and call. She wasn't so needy. She had her roommates and they gave her the comfort and companionship she needed. Maybe not the best stance when she'd be leaving them in a year for a new setting, but she couldn't dwell on that fact every single day. It would make the whole year painfully sad.
Finally, class started, and she was able to invest herself fully in her studies. The return to the tough coursework somehow felt like a relief to her. She would...probably take that back in a few weeks.
When lunch rolled around, she found Avery, which was nice. She liked when schedules allowed them to eat together, even if it was just the two of them. They didn't talk much, mainly because the lunch period was short and the really interesting parts of the day were AFTER lunch. So, after a too-brief meal, the girls parted again, wishing each other luck on the rest of the day.
In the studio, the senior dance team was scattered around the room. There were only eight students who had made it to their senior year on the dance track. Five girls, three boys. Julianna, obviously. She'd stopped in the locker room to change into a leotard and tights and carried her old shoes into the studio. She'd break the new ones in later. Already inside, she saw Kate and her boyfriend, Marshall, giggling with each other in the far corner, swinging their hands together. They'd been dating for years and were insufferably inseparable. Evie and Taylor were already there as well, fixing each others hair and gabbing loudly about their days so far. The others were still missing, though they'd probably turn up as it got closer to starting. Julianna sat in a peaceful spot away from the other two pairs, and slipped her shoes on quietly.
Sure enough, after a few minutes Victoria, Beau, and Ryan showed up. Those three were obnoxiously loud and didn't care much at all about manners or form or poise or anything useful to a ballerina. It was beyond Julianna why they even stuck with it for this long. It wasn't easy to make it this far in the dance track, as evidenced by the "huge" freshman team and the tiny senior team. It was a rough course. They all had to be incredibly talented and driven to get here. Julianna supposed that Victoria was quite driven, but in a catty way. The two of them had never had a great relationship. It always was a competition in here.
"Hello everyone, so good to see you all again for one last haul. Everyone stretched out?" A familiar voice surprised her, and they all looked to see Mr. Carney (he found it weird to be called Professor) and Professor Brooks. Brooks was an older woman, though still in impeccable shape. She was strict and cold and incredibly talented. "As you all know, the senior troupe is scouted all year, and more immediately, invited to perform in the recent ballet's production of "The Nutcracker". They perform it every year, and each year a senior lady and lad is invited to dance in the lead roles. This is a very, very important connection we have with the community, and you will find that landing such a role will jump-start your careers. So. With that goal in mind, let's get started. I hope you're all ready to sweat."
A few hours later, they were finally trudging out of the studio. That was grueling, even to Julianna, who had spent this summer keeping up her training. Her whole body was sore. "Good job, guys. Go eat and get some sleep and we'll see you tomorrow." Mr. Carney was beaming at them but Julianna could only manage a weak smile as she went to change. The other girls were gossiping still, but Julianna couldn't be bothered to eavesdrop. She changed into clean clothes again and scurried on her way to meet her friends for dinner.
Early as always. Even running late, she ran early. Or at least she was first to the table. The group had eaten at the same table since they were first put together. It was cozy. Dropping her things in her seat, Julianna went to get herself some food before sitting down at the table. Still waiting for anyone, she let her head sag down to rest in her arms, sighing sleepily. She was beat.
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