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when should the seniors get their pets?

today 0.28571428571429 28.6% [ 4 ]
tomorrow before accepting legacy 0.21428571428571 21.4% [ 3 ]
tomorrow after accepting legacy 0.35714285714286 35.7% [ 5 ]
sunday 0.071428571428571 7.1% [ 1 ]
monday 0 0.0% [ 0 ]
duck! 0.071428571428571 7.1% [ 1 ]
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                                                  after the war we { said } we'd fight together
                                                  xxxxxxi guess we thought that's just what humans doxx
                                                  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLETTING DARKNESS GROW
                                                  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAS IF WE NEED ITS PALETTE AND WE NEED ITS COLOUR
                                                  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAS IF WE NEED ITS PALETTE AND WE NEED ITS COLOUR
                                                  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAS IF WE NEED ITS PALETTE AND WE NEED ITS COLOUR

                                                  xxxxlbut now i've seen it through
                                                  xxxxxxxl&& now i know the truth
                                                  xxxxxxxxxxxxxTHAT x ANYTHING x COULD x HAPPEN

                                                          courtyard x uneasy x alone x wearing
                                                  Sweat dripped from his face, as Eden Queen sat up in his bed. The majority of people would grow panicked if they woke up to their room feeling like a sauna, and the first night he spent at Ever After High this year, he had. However, when being housed in a room known as the forest fire room, he got used to the terrible heat that plagued his room. He knew exactly where the heat was coming from, it was the same place that it always burned, the bathroom shower. He was pleased to know that his belongs weren’t going to burned into ash, but having an out of control fire burning in the bathroom caused its own problems. For one, he wasn’t able to shower in the mornings, which often led him to showering at night, and keeping him up much longer than intended. As a result, he woke part way through breakfast, and ended up in a crowded cafeteria. He didn’t have a problem with sitting with the other students of the school. He enjoyed talking with them, and wanted to get to know them better, but there were plenty that ran from him the second he stepped into the hallway. Apparently there was something about evil about him; he figured it had to do with his mother, the evil queen, and the fact that it was his legacy year.

                                                  Changing out of his sleepwear and into a plain black shirt and pants. When the fire was raging, he wore the first thing that his hands to reach, just wanting to get out of the room. Pulling on socks and his shoes, he grabbed his book bag and started towards the cafeteria. People gave him frightened looks as he walked down the halls, when he attempted to smile they shook in their shoes. He didn’t think he had ever threatened another student in the school, but they still didn’t seem to think he was harmless. Reaching the room that everyone in the school loved, even if the didn’t love crowds, he got in line to get his food. He could see the cooks doing their best to keep up with the amount of students at the school. He didn’t envy their jobs. Though he couldn’t say he was happy with the ending that he was born into. When he was just a baby his mother began telling stories of her rule, and the wonders of being a queen. She would go on about how Snow White was a pathetic girl, and that if it weren’t for a foolish mistake; she would have gotten away with her plan. He was to follow in his mother’s footsteps, be the next queen, or rather king, to poison Snow White, before dancing himself to death. His mother told him the pleasures of being a queen, and being able to stare at yourself all day long, but that’s not how Eden saw it.

                                                  It wasn’t that he had poor self-esteem, he thought himself rather attractive, but he didn't sit in front of a mirror to gaze at his reflection for hours on end. He used the glass to fix his hair or check to see that his outfit worked together, but he didn’t see the point of becoming obsessed with his appearance. That was what he wanted someone else to do, to tell him that they thought he was beautiful, not to worry about being the most beautiful person in all of Ever After.

                                                  Realizing it was his turn to pick up food, he stepped forward and took two pieces of French toast and a parfait. Smiling to one of the cooks, he said, “Thank you for making this food.” The much older woman looked up with a smile on her face, about to say that she was welcome, but when she saw Eden looking back at her, her eyes widened and she looked back down to her work. He should have gotten used to that as well, people didn’t seem to like him thanking them or even talking to them. He took his food and walked away from the woman. There was no point in standing around hoping to explain himself. There were some people who would never understand that he didn’t want to be evil. That he didn’t feel evil. They would see his name, and hear of his mother and run as fast as they could for the hills.

                                                  Stepping into the seating area of the cafeteria, it was the one place that people didn’t freak out when he stepped into it. Though, it was mainly because they were all too focused on eating their food. He looked around to find a table that was empty, but most had someone sitting at them. He debated taking a seat with the frog prince’s son, but the last time that he had tried to talk to the boy, he’d turned into a frog and gone missing for two days. Eden didn’t know if he could ever approach the male again without giving him a heart attack. Deciding not to stay in the cafeteria, he walked out towards the courtyard. It was open for eating, and there were tables, but people tended to prefer the cafeteria, were they could catch up with their friends, as those tables were larger. Taking a seat, he put his food down and began to poke at it. The following day was legacy day, and he was supposed to know what he wanted to do with his future. His mother had always egged him on to follow his destiny, not to mention that she would be there the following day, staring him down as he took his oath. He didn’t know if he could handle getting up in front of her and telling everyone that he didn’t want to be like her. That he didn’t think his mother was right in her ruling. He assumed she would disown him, and that she would threaten to kill him like that Queen of Heart’s daughter who always wanted his head to be chopped off.

                                                  Shaking his head, he did his best to keep his mind from getting too caught up in the terror of his legacy. Instead, he took out his iMirror and ran down his contacts. He didn’t have many contacts, as most people didn’t want to engage in conversation with him. However, there were some, even royals, who didn’t completely seem to mind his company. The first that came to mind was Hazel Darling. Clicking her name, he filmed himself, “Hazel, darling, get it? Anyways, I’m out in the courtyard by myself, come give me entertainment?” He stopped recording and sent the message to his friend. She was never the world’s greatest morning person, but he didn’t mind seeing her slightly less than perfect side. He believed that all of the students at the school had one, but most of the royals were to frightened to show theirs. He had always thought that his evil side was what people hated about him, but when he had talked to one of the royals about not wanting to follow his mother’s footsteps, well they seemed horrified that he would even dare go against his destiny.

                                                  Picking up his spoon, he dipped it into the fruit and yogurt in his parfait. He could hear students making their way around the school; some were probably finished with their morning meal. “Have you heard about the True Heart’s Day dance? I hope that someone asks me to go with them.” Eden had heard about the dance from some of his friends, and he was planning on going to the dance. Though, he was worried that people wouldn’t like that he was attending the dance. He just wanted something to keep his mind off the legacy day that would follow.

                                                  [ooc; his message was basically just like a snapchat.]


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                                                  POTIONS BEAST TRAINING & CARE MAGICOLOGY II VILLAINOLOGY IV

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        THE SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT // SHINES IN THE NIGHT FOR YOU // TO TELL YOU THAT THE DREAMS YOU PLAN // REALLY CAN COME TRUE
        AND WHEN OUR JOURNEY IS THROUGH // EACH TIME WE SAY "GOODNIGHT" // WE'LL THANK THE LITTLE START THAT SHINES // THE SECOND FROM THE RIGHT


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                                                      break   HAZEL DARLING
                                                      the second star to the right shines in the night DAUGHTER OF WENDY DARLING

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                                                    xxxWaking up and rolling out of bed was one of the hardest things she had to do and it happened every. damn. morning. The sleepy redhead groaned as her unprotected feet touched the cold floor. Reality seemed like such a bitch in contrast to her dreams when she was flying over cities and fighting pirates. Shivering a little in the colder morning air, Hazel padded over to her wardrobe and stared at her motionless clothes for a good five minutes before choosing a skirt and top. Her sleepy brain reminded her a little belatedly that it was True Hearts Day, but that only made her remember that she had nobody to dress up for anyway. She made sure not to wake Lillian who was still sound asleep in the other bed as she tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door with an imperceptible click! Coppery sunstones winked at her from the frame of the mirror, but that did nothing to brighten Hazel up. The only thing that could come close to making her smile in the morning was a hot shower. She wasn't necessarily worried about being late to class, only that she might be late to her and Eden's daily morning routine. She took a little more time than necessary to wash up and dry her hair, but when she was done she felt much better. There was nothing like a hot shower in the morning to wake you up.

                                                    xxxThankfully today seemed to be one of her better days. Her hair stayed flat and the dark circles under her eyes weren't so bad. Hazel glanced at herself in the mirror as she bent down to pick up her headphones and choose her shoes. Maybe she wasn't Vogue cover worthy or even as beautiful as some of the princesses at the school, but she was fine with that. Who needed to be drop-dead gorgeous anyway? Not her obviously. Lastly, Hazel slipped her glasses on. She didn't really need them, they sharpened her vision a little, but she could go without them if she really needed to. Honestly, she just liked the look of them. Hazel made her way to the door, headphones in one hand and shoes in the other. She really hated waking Lillian up and despite her attempts, she somehow always made more noise than she meant to when she was getting ready. A little preoccupied, Hazel nearly slipped and faceplanted. Glancing down to see what had caused her moment of utter grace, Hazel came up with a piece of neatly folded paper that somebody must have shoved under the door. Puzzled, she unfolded it and saw that it was an invitation to the True Hearts Dance. As if she needed another reminder that there was nobody special in her life. The redhead paused at the door for a second, reconsidering if she should wake her roommate up. It was pretty late. But Grumpy Lilly was a force to be reckoned with in the morning, so Hazel decided instead to tuck the invite behind the faucet where Lilly would see it when she woke up. Just as she was heading out the second time, her iMirror buzzed loudly. Crap!

                                                    xxxHazel bolted out the door, the sudden noise making her wince. Careful to shut the door softly behind her, the redhead almost dropped everything in her grasp as she fumbled with her backpack, searching for her iMirror. Hazel slipped her silver headphones around her neck to free up her hands and rummaged around her backpack until she finally found it among her papers. She smiled as soon as she saw Eden's name on her phone. Hazel sat down with the wall to her back and began lacing her shoes up as the short video message played. She was already a little late for their breakfast date, but Eden wasn't mad, he was just funny. She could've sworn he'd said that same exact joke many times before, but the way he said it still made her grin. Once she'd finished with her shoes, Hazel made her way to the cafeteria at a light jog. The hallways were mostly empty now what with her being so late, but she rather preferred it this way. The usual crush of students early in the morning made her feel extremely claustrophobic.

                                                    xxxLuckily the line to get food had already shortened by quite a bit and she was almost immediately able to get her food. She picked up a bowl of milk and granola and an apple and made sure to get a large cup of coffee. "Thanks!" she called to one of the cooks, flashing him a smile. He waved and returned her smile, "Have a good day!" Hazel knew that the staff often didn't react as well to the some of the other students - namely, those that had evil parents - but she gave them the benefit of the doubt. After all, most of the other students had those same reservations. But she didn't find it very hard to accept them. Even Eden, whose mother was considered one of the worst villains, was sweet if only people talked to him like a real person. Hazel took a quick glance around the cafeteria, spotting her usual friends, but not Eden. She usually didn't sit with her friends in the morning, mostly because she could be more grumpy when chatting for prolonged periods of time. Eden just took her grumpiness in stride and didn't mention it and for that he was a good friend. Remembering that Eden looked like he'd been sitting outside, Hazel headed to their usual haunt, the courtyard.

                                                    xxxShe spotted him almost immediately, sitting alone as he was. "Good morning, Ede" she said by way of greeting as cheerfully as possible as she slipped into the seat across from Eden, expertly balancing all of her food. Hazel knew that he disliked any mention of his actual name, but she personally really liked it and wouldn't let him forget it. She gave him a smile that quickly turned into a yawn which she covered with one hand. "Please tell me we didn't have Magicology homework because I didn't do any," she stated matter-of-factly as she poured her granola into her milk and brought a spoonful to her lips. "Anyway, maybe he'll let me off. True Hearts Day and all that. Are you going to the dance?" She didn't know if he'd gotten an invitation, but it wasn't like the dance was very exclusive. As long as nobody got caught and gave it away, hopefully nobody would care too much. "Better question: are you going to ask anybody?" she gave him the most mischievous grin as any Hazel Darling could give and bit into her apple. Eden was a sweetheart, but not many people gave him that much credit. She could see a few girls saying yes if he asked, but she wasn't even sure he wanted to ask anybody.


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                                  ▌♚⋮ AVA HEROS
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                                  DAMEN BACCHUS
                                  xxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇ ▇ ▇ COME WITH ME; WE`LL TRAVEL TO INFINITY
                                  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNOW EVERYBODY'S LOSING CONTROL; INTOXICATED CIRCULATION
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                                                          In the case of Damen Bacchus, one could be forgiven for mistaking him as the offspring of Narcissus and not the wine god Dionysus. There he was, shirtless and well-rested and glowing from a night of peaceful slumber. It took him a good few moments to draw his eyes from his torso, but he was then only distracted by his face, unfamiliarity light with cheeks flushed with the pink of innocence. Golden curls tussled with one another to frame his face and his eyes were a deep, striking brown. He was pleased with himself and the gleam in his new eyes showed it. Damen was checking himself out, there was no doubt about it. However, the blonde-haired, brown-eyed male reflected in the mirror was not the usual form that Ever After High's master of revelry (and, evidently, disguise) usually took. Damen had spent his first few waking moments taking advantage of the room that was all his own - for now. Experimenting with different forms, he had yet to attempt shifting into a female figure, it made him slightly nervous; he would be saving it for when the timing was perfect - perhaps the changing rooms after gym or the girls' hall where he could both observe and listening in on gossip. He kept a close eye on his face as he watched it shift from cherubic and pale to chiseled and tanned. This was much more familiar. He squinted his clear green eyes as they adjusted and turned from the mirror, still shirtless, still enormously pleased with the morning's accomplishment. He turned from the mirror, smirking to himself as he made his way to the bathroom that adjoined his quarters.

                                                          Mornings were always the same for Damen, a session in front of the mirror shifting between various forms -the lion form continued to allude him though he persevered it so- followed by a shower before he clothed himself and left the room. He knew some of his fellow students used their mornings for things like exercise and study, but the son of the great Greek wine god didn't find either of those tasks suited him. The number of things Damen actually found motivation to work for could be counted on one hand. In fact, he didn't even require all the digits on it to do so. Planning parties and working on his shifting craft were the only laborious activities he willingly undertook. He was smart enough to sail through most classes without effort. Where that failed, his most charming smile and deep green eyes served him well when finding someone to write a paper for him. However, as he let the soapy suds collect as his feet that morning, he found himself thinking about the responsibilities that would be his when he left the ease of high school. He knew that he would be following his father's footsteps as they had always planned, he just didn't want to have to work to get there. If there was one thing that got Damen excited, it was the idea of his progression following leaving Ever After. Most of his classmates, if they were the luckier ones, were going to be kings and queens. But Damen? Damen was going to be a god. With Legacy Day fast approaching, of that Damen was aware that he would need to have a speech prepared to declare his intentions. He cared not for most of the other seniors and their speeches. However he did predict that those who he had heard were planning on rebelling would provide him with some mild entertainment. What he was really looking forward to though was getting his familiar - that and True Hearts Day. Or more specifically, the party he, with a few others (though he would make sure to take most of the credit for himself) had arranged to coincide with the holiday.

                                                          It was all rather silly in Damen's mind. One True Love? For ever? It wasn't something the Bacchus boy wanted to buy into. He would be attending nonetheless. Never one to back away from a party (what kind of progeny would he be if ever he did?), Damen also held a motive ulterior to most in attending the event. There was no way he would be taking a date – he didn’t believe in the conventions of monogamous love. He would be going alone and he had deducted so would a few others. Rejection was bound to be rife with the various and often failed attempts at flirtations that littered the halls of Ever After High between classes. It would be easy pickings and Damen was rarely in the mood for working for tail. That was the thing about being born beautiful; your family rejected you for fear but when you finally found your place, people were always willing and eager. With this notion washing over him as the warm water washed the soap suds down the drain, Damen’s leisurely shower was over and he was looking forward to the day in front of him.

                                                          Without a roommate to fight over territory with, Damen used the spare bed as more of a wardrobe space. He had put his selection for the day out before his shower and now that he was clean, with only white terrycloth keeping him partly decent, he slowly went about dressing. He pulled the dark jeans over his olive, toned legs and did them up with ease. They were tight enough to show the shape of the eighteen year old's strong limbs, but not so much that they were suffocating. He followed this drawn out, laborious process with a quicker action; tugging a black t-shirt over his head, following it with a jumper. When it came to clothing, the boy liked to opt for simplicity. His hair, however, was another story. Once he had added his shoes, Damen ventured back to the mirror he had been standing in-front of earlier. He reached for a pot of styling wax and, as if on auto-pilot, shaped his hair into a perfectly styled quaff. Dissatisfied with the helmet-like appearance he currency sported, he shook his head from side to side vigorously to give his mane a more worn look. And with that, he was ready for the day ahead. It was well past eight in the morning, when breakfast started, and Damen had done precisely none of the prescribed homework, but he figured he would make it through the day with relevant ease. He tended to find that there was always someone around who was willing to lend a helping hand.

                                                          Having exited his room, he pulled on a jacket and started to walk with his easy, lazy confidence, toward the dining hall. It wasn't long before the six foot four male found himself waiting in line for food, yawning with sleepiness as he waited his turn. He plucked up a plate and went about piling it high with everything that took his fancy: fruit, toast, eggs, cereal and more. As he got to the refreshments area, he added two glasses of orange juice and a cup of steaming coffee. With a balanced spin of his heel, he surveyed the land in search of somewhere to seat and feast. He scanned the corner where a crowd of girls were forming but found no one of particular interest was there; he didn't have a lot to do with the younger students and the seniors at the table were not ones he was interested in. That Kat girl was pretty, but her attachment to Ugly Duckett was irritating -Damen could not fathom how the duckling put up with it-, Ava was nice to look at and he knew she got around, but she was too intense for Damen's liking - she ran her mouth a fair bit in class, he didn't want to deal with that in private. His green eyes flitted around the room a while longer and he spotted a few loners, male and female, who were attractive enough to pique his attention, but as he didn't know them, his fixation didn't last. Eventually, as someone passed him a tray of food piled high, he settled for joining Diedrick, who was currently harassing... some sort of beautiful creature. As he neared, he realised that it was Nina, the fittingly beautiful daughter of Sleeping Beauty herself. "Who knows, perhaps the three of us could make a night of it," Damen interrupted, swiftly taking one of the spare seats and raising a brow - his eyes darting from Diedrick to Nina in a suggestively playful manner. He didn't really mean it, but he always sort out to tease. He picked up the first item of food his fingers found, a piece of toast and promptly bit into it with his perfectly aligned and brilliantly white teeth crunching

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I SEE YOU, VIOLENT & DIRTY. I WANNA BE LIKE SEX CAN SWEAT & DRIP ON YOU
he'll drink like richard burton dance like john travolta
IN SWEET DURESS

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                                        tab tab `daughter of ✦ ✦ ✦xxx◞。TALIA BEAUTY

                                        a n dxxixxd o n ' txxk n o wxxw h e r exxi ' mxxg o i n gxxxxxxbut i know it's gonna be a long time


                                        (  ◞l o c a t i o n: cafeteria ❜  )xxxx (  ◞w i t h: Diedrick and Damen ❜  ) xxxx (  ◞m o o d: teasing ❜  )xxxx (  ◞o o c: tell me if i left out or got anything wrong. ❜  )


                                        The True Heart’s dance was the dance to be at. Sure, technically it was forbidden but that’s what made it fun. Even though she didn’t have anyone to confess to, Nina still wanted to attend the dance for the sake of hanging out with her friends. Dancing was not her thing but when she was with friends, she didn’t mind making a fool of herself. Since her friends would probably be horrible at dancing as well. The junior couldn’t help but wonder what she would do if she had a huge crush on somebody. The dance would be bigger deal to her if that was the case; she would spend more time on getting ready. She couldn’t wait to see new couples! Ah, young couples in love. Nina couldn’t wait until she found her one…hopefully it would be before she had to fall asleep for a hundred years. She wanted to love somebody on her terms; she knew that after she fell asleep their time together would be over, but she wanted the feeling that she had been loved by somebody that truly loved her back. Not because of her destiny. Sure, the guy she was destined to be would probably love her, or at the very least like her, but she wasn’t sure she would love or even like him back. It was a little doubt about her destiny she didn’t like to think about. She hated how she could doubt a small part of her destiny, but she wouldn’t be able to stop herself even if she ruined all of her outfits. And her outfits meant a lot to her. After all, where would a princess be without her clothes? It was shallow, but they did mean a lot to her. She wasn’t too keen on the idea of walking around in her underwear all day long.

                                        Her eyes flickered over to Diedrick who sat down at the table. She didn’t know him that well, but from what she heard he was popular with the ladies. At least from the Royal girls, she couldn’t be so sure about the Rebels. They were always a mystery to the teen. She didn’t understand the Rebels that well. So what if they didn’t like their destiny? She knew that some of the Rebels had a terrible future awaiting them but she didn’t think that was a good enough excuse. She personally thought they should suck it up and stop running away from fate like a five year old. Nina rarely ever said this to the Rebels, however ‘cause she knew it would most likely be met with a sarcastic reply, an insult, or she’d be completely ignored. She never took offense to any of it (okay, she kind of did), but she had learned to hold her tongue around them.

                                        She was about to respond to Diedrick when another man joined their group. She directed her attention at the newcomer. It was Damen. Much like Diedrick, she only knew what she heard. “Hello to you guys too.” She muttered with a small smile on her face. She couldn’t help but feel curious about why they were sitting with her. Sure, she and Diedrick were in the same grade, but they didn’t have the same classes. As for Damen he was a whole year ahead of her. Nina redirected her attention back to Diedrick. “Five bucks?” She raised her eyebrow. The junior faked irritation, “you’d think I’m worth more than five measly dollars.” Nina dropped the irritated expression for a kinder one. Her eyes flicked over to Damen. The three of them? The female was all for hanging out with people at parties; since she was sleeping for a hundred years, why not party now?

                                        “I’m all for partying.” She said, a romantic look got in her eyes. “But, I’d think I rather see people confess to their true loves.” The junior glanced down at her food. “Sorry for getting all sappy. You guys certainly aren't interested in it.” In a flash the romantic look on her face was gone, replaced with a teasing one as she looked over at Diedrick. “I’m all for a bet.” Her eyes flicked over to Damen, “You can join in too Damen.” Her attention went back to Diedrick. “I’d get your five dollars out if I were you.” She smirked a bit. Suddenly the dance was more appealing to her; the bet would be able to keep her from boredom. Nina picked up an apple and bit into it.

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                                                Silver Woodman hadn't been sleeping well as of late, and it didn't help that his roommate, Chester Shire, got up at odd hours to do, well, he wasn't too sure. Needless to say, Silver was found himself, once again, waking with a start. The closer they came to legacy day, the more often he found himself having nightmares in which he had to watch his trusty ax cut him to pieces. Typically, like this morning, his heart was pounding as he sat up, checking his limbs to see that they were still there, and not made of tin. Sometimes, he would take a moment to reflect on these dreams, but as he took a moment to glance at his iMirror and saw the date, a stupid grin grew on his face and his nightmares were a distant memory. Today was what potentially could have been his favorite day of the year, he hadn't heard of True Heart's Day until recently, but when he did, he knew that he approved of it. Silver took a moment, sitting up in his bed, to recover from his night of tossing and turning that left him more tired when he woke up than he did when he went to bed.

                                                Eventually Silver jumped out of bed, almost literally, ready to take on the day. He quickly found that Chester was nowhere to be found, which was a disappointment, because he was going to ask if he was going to do something for Ducky since it was True Heart's Day and all, not that it would do any good. Silver was getting the impression that either Ducky just didn't like Chester, or that she wasn't seeing the bigger picture, that Chester actually liked her, in which case they would have to reconsider their strategy.

                                                He made a note to ask about it later, whenever he got around to seeing the junior, and he had no clue when that would be. Silver twisted the ring on his right middle finger anxiously as he padded to his closet to find some semblance of an outfit for the day. Sifting through a surprising amount of shirts, he began speaking to himself, "I, Silver Woodman, son of Tin Woodman..." he made a strange growling sound and shoved a cluster of shirts aside, "Would sooner set myself on fire before I willingly allow myself to be chopped to pieces with my own ax." he mumbled as he pulled articles of clothing from the closet and tossing them on his bed.

                                                Silver had been having a difficult time practicing for Legacy Day, even at the actual practices after school he could barely keep it together. He always ended up goofing off and making Headmaster Grimm mad, forcing him to try and practice in his own time, which never went well. He didn't plan to go along with his father's story, it was just figuring out an eloquent way to announce it to an entire audience that included his closest friends, not to mention his father, whose only reason to come is to see him accept his destiny. It was fine to make the jokes he did at rehearsal, but rejecting one's destiny was very serious, he didn't know what was going to happen if he didn't sign that book. Despite this uncertainty, Silver's mind was made up, he made it up long before Legacy Day was even an issue. He had come to terms with it, and now all he had to worry about was breaking the news to everyone, publicly, and without warning... He sighed as he closed his closet and took the pile of clothes that would be his outfit into the bathroom.

                                                Silver loved showers, just as he loved waffles, songbirds, and the occasional nap, but showers were particularly special to him because he needed them, and he could feel them. If he were made of tin, showers would just rust him up, and then he would be trapped in a bathroom for the rest of his life, and that didn't exactly strike his fancy. He sang, but only in the shower, primarily because his voice was awful and outside of Muse-ic class, he preferred not to subject anyone to hearing it. A part of him just liked the sound of his own voice, which explained why he spoke so much, he wasn't exactly vain, just... enthusiastic about speech. He soaped up at a dreadfully slow pace, showers might not have the ability to rust him up quite yet, but they definitely slowed him down, he always got tired in the shower and it didn't help that he hadn't slept will the previous night.

                                                Eventually, Silver managed to pull himself out of the shower, it helped that the water was getting cold, and he went on to absently brush his teeth and comb his hair and tug his clothes on while humming the same tune he'd been belting out earlier. His mind buzzed with thoughts, from True Heart's day to Legacy day, it seemed it was going to be an exciting weekend, but he had to get through class first, of course. Somehow, Silver distracted himself with his iMirror and lost track of time, so when he found that breakfast was had already began he nearly tripped over himself as he gathered his supplies for class and ran for the door, he wasn't a breakfast kind of guy, but he didn't want to miss the chance to catch up with friends before class. His rush was cut short as he idled among the trees outside the dorm tower. Silver liked trees, forests, nature, it came naturally to him by means of his father, but he got a little cranky when he reminded himself of that. It was when he found the groundskeeper pawing at a tree that his breakfast plans were trashed completely.

                                                Without a word, Silver positioned himself behind the man, who was uselessly jumping at the tree to try and reach the lowest branch, when he wondered why, he glanced up as well, and then let out a boisterous laugh at the sight of the groundskeeper's tools up in the tree. This proved to be a poor move on his part as the groundskeeper spun around and charged at him, "This was your roommate's doing!" he started, recognizing Silver a little too quickly for his comfort, but being associated with the son of the Cheshire Cat came with such perks, if you could call them that. Silver had little doubt that it was in fact Chester's doing, since it was a habit of his to strike early, and often, when it came to the groundskeeper.

                                                Unfortunately, Silver found Chester's pranks as funny as most did (when they weren't aimed at him, of course), and continued to laugh, even as he backed away from the old man who prodded his chest with an accusatory finger. "You can't honestly be surprised, sir..." he mentioned, trying to stifle his laughter as he glanced at Chester's work once again, reigniting his laughter. "I can't take responsibility for him, but I can go get my ax and... y'know..." he made a broad sweeping motion with his arms to convey his suggestion, which the groundskeeper obviously disliked, based on the particular shade of purple his face was turning. "No!" he cried out, "Do you know how old this tree is?" he wondered as he began to pace about. Unable to help himself, Silver replied, "Um, about as old as you...?" and then burst into laughter again as the groundskeeper finally snapped and started after him.

                                                Unfortunately for the poor old man, Silver was still completely human, and in very good shape, so it didn't take him very long to outrun the frazzled old man. Silver wasn't particularly close with Chester, nowhere near as close as Chester was with Isaac Pan, but enough to where some of his mischievous nature had rubbed off on Silver. Though a pang of guilt ran through him as he slowed his pace, he would undoubtedly find someway to apologize later, for now he was rather content with how his morning had began.

                                                Somehow, his impromptu morning run had landed him on the wrong side of the cafeteria, out in the courtyard instead, which would have been a simple change in plans, had he not overheard familiar voices as he passed some of the tables. The gears (no pun intended) in his brain turned and he spun around, almost crashing into the table which sat the lovely Hazel Darling and Eden Queen. "Oh, I certainly hope not." he started, answering Hazel's question, even though it wasn't directed at him. Silver had a hard time butting out, and with True Heart's Day? He was a force to be reckoned with. "Ask someone to go and they know you're interested, and that's no fun." he pointed out, flashing a broad grin as he crouched down beside the table, sitting didn't suit him, at least not right now, he was feeling too awake to stay still. "Surprise them at the dance and it makes for a lovely memory." he was bad about love puns, but big on romantic gestures, at least when they were appropriate. And sometimes when they weren't, he was a sucker for love, couldn't help it.

                                                After a long pause, he started up again, "Sorry, morning Hazel, and Lio." unlike Hazel, Silver kind of threw himself at the day, so it wasn't uncommon for him to be a bit rowdy in the morning, "Are you guys going, though? To the dance?" he wondered, a hopeful look on his face, he was going to be there, for the sake of love more than anything, and he wanted others to do so for the same reason. "Kind of like a last hurrah before Legacy Day..." he laughed, trying to make light of what was would be a very stressful day for them, and he was already in the process of trying to coach Lio through denying his destiny, which was kind of strange when Silver was also internally coming to blows over whether or not his father's path is something he wanted. He had to keep a brave face, though, they all deserved a happily-ever-after, no matter what the risks might be.

                                                ooc; kind of had to throw him somewhere (almost literally did) but he's up and i feel so much better... tell me if anything's wrong! outfit in the picture~

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