l★l ST.ROSE BOARDING ACADEMY → MOVED TO IF.

ARE YOU READY FOR ST. ROSE?

Yes.	64.0%	[ 48 ]
No.	36.0%	[ 27 ]
Total Votes:			[ 75 ]

[Awkward Affection]

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"Yeah this is my first year here, but I'm a junior." She noticed he didn't offer his hand like most people would, but she really didn't care. She was more focused on the fact that he wouldn't look her in the eyes. She shifted her body slightly, trying to get him to look at her, but when he kept avoiding her, she let it drop......for now anyway. He did have a cute smile though, even if it was only a half smile. He was pretty cute, but not really her type. Well she didn't exactly have a type, since she got with just about everybody and anybody but there was a type of guy she preferred. Her phone vibrated in her back pocket, but she ignored it. Whoever it was (most likely her mom) could wait until she was ready to answer them. Her hair blew in her face again, the breeze actually starting to get on her nerves. Yanking it back, she took the hair band off her wrist and used it to tie her uncooperative hair into a loose ponytail.

She smiled and adjusted her backpack. She glanced over her shoulder, a habit of hers, and watched the people for a minute. She knew he was waiting for her to say something or leave, but she didn't know what to say. She turned back around and studied him for a moment. His bright blue eyes avoided hers again, his brown hair getting more and more tousled by the wind. He stared at the world behind her, but wouldn't look at her and she was getting slightly irritated....just slightly. It finally registered that he had said his name when she first walked up. She thought for a moment, his name sounding familiar. "Wait a sec.....House.....that's my homeroom teacher. Are you guys related or is that some freaky, batshitcrazy coincidence?" she asked, her light accent weaving in and out of her words. She flinched slightly, hoping he hadn't heard it.

[baka_shroom]

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❝ If you think that I'm going somewhere,
take my hand I'll lead you there.
Don't want to have to call you up
from a payphone.❞

Elias was a little surprised about how quickly Riffael had moved things along, not sure if it was just the boy's nature or the way things worked. He was polite enough but it was nothing like what would be happening at home. He indeed, did catch the social cue to follow the other dark haired youth when he began to walk away, taking a few quick strides to easily catch up. Elias slide a calloused hand into his pocket, the other gripping the strap of the bag slung over is shoulder. "Er, its nice to meet you too," He murmured politely, still a little confused. Since the other man hadn't introduced himself, should he still? "I'm Elias, I'm from Alabama," May as well tack a little more information onto the question asked, maybe he'd reciprocate with at least a name.

"Whats good to eat here?" He inquired, not really sure what else to talk about. He doubted the two of them had much in common. Ah, well, such was life. Best make do with what he had, in this case, who he had. Making some friends here and there would definitely make his life a little easier. "I feel a little out of place," Again, a random statement but perhaps it would spark a little more conversation.

Elias could not help but let his gaze wander, soaking in the lush atmosphere. Everything was so...huge! And new! Wait until his family saw the pictures he was going to need to take.

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indentRiff was a man of few words--mostly because people had a tendency to talk about themselves, while Riff had no such habit. He was a people watcher--he observed and just sat and watched people walk on by, listened to them talk...things of that nature. As such, while people spoke of themselves, Riff said very little; he didn't compare his life to theirs or tell them stories from his own experiences. That just wasn't how he was. On top of that, he didn't give off quite the aura of friendliness, even if he was relatively amiable with other people. He just seemed like a distant person. It was to be expected that conversations were either short lived or otherwise non-existent around him. "People call me 'Riff.' Alabama, you say?" he said thoughtfully as they continued to walk. His introduction was simple--very basic at best. They approached the cafeteria doors and Riff swung them open, watching as Elias stood there, taking in the sight of the large campus buildings. He smirked a little, pulling his glasses off his face and sliding them into his bag. He simply held the door open, gesturing inside. "I take it you weren't from a very big town."

indentRiff listened as Elias said a few more things--just random tidbits, little attempts at small talk, but again, Riff wasn't one for small talk. He simply said, "Everyone feels out of place at first. You'll adjust. Most of the people here are nice enough, and you can generally tell the douche bags and the skanks at first sight." It was blunt, but true--for the most part at least. He walked over to the line that had formed to order breakfast; the boy wasn't necessarily hungry, but coffee never hurt anyone...and it gave him an excuse to be jittery. "All of the food here is good. Order what you want. I'll pay." It didn't much matter to him either way. He simply ordered a coffee and a doughnut for his own breakfast. Not a ton, since he wasn't really that hungry, but enough to be courteous and not simply leave his guest hanging about. He could at least be a proper tour guide. "What else do you want to know about St. Rose?"


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indentGavin became distracted for a moment by a convenient text message on his cell phone. While it wasn't from who he was hoping it was from, it would have to do for now. He replied back rather quickly--his godfather probably wasn't in need of something urgent, but since he was feeling awkward, it gave his hands something to do. Shortly therefter, he decided he should probably send that text to Zane--you know, the one about his poor cat. Maybe Zane would win some proverbial brownie points with the animal. don't forget to feed the cat before you leave today. He hit the send button before sliding the phone back into his pocket. Lifting his blue eyes, he noticed that Lilly seemed to be trying to move to meet his eyes--which of course, refused to do so thanks to his Asperger's. She almost looked like she was doing a weird dance around him, but he doubted that was it. After a few moments of this, she seemed to give up, returning to a normal position in front of him. Hand shakes, you see, were about setting personal space limits--it was the polite way of saying, "STAY THE ******** AWAY FROM MY PERSONAL BUBBLE." This of course, did not work with Gavin as he hated being touched; as such, there was no way for him to express that very well.

Fortunately, his brain was sidetracked by her next comment. Was he the son of Dr. Gregory House? The unfortunate answer was...well, yes. He flicked his hair away from his eyes, smirking a little. "Ah, yeah...the science and green homeroom teacher?" he asked, confirming to make sure they weren't talking about two different people. "He's a...he's my dad, unfortunately. So yes, I'm related to him." He dusted off his jacket a little, looking out into the distance. "I know you're trying to hide it, but your accent is from...Texas or New Mexico?"


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[Sakura Parfait]

【Heather Seul Ki and Erika Yoona Park】

The ever so magnificent St. Rose Boarding Academy sprang up into clear view as a silver car with Hello Kitty decor pulled into the near-full parking lot. A dark wavy-haired American-born Asian sat inside in the driver's seat, wearing Hello Kitty sunglasses over her eyes to protect them from the harmful rays of sunlight. Practically almost everything of hers was about Hello Kitty--Hello Kitty jewelry, Hello Kitty cell phone, Hello Kitty camera, Hello Kitty iPod Touch, Hello Kitty-decorated laptop, and so on. Hell, she even owned a Hello Kitty Vespa! If there was a phrase to describe this girl, it'd be "Hello Kitty Obsessed," "Hello Kitty Collector," or something similar along the lines.

Next to her in the passenger seat was a small, clear box with airholes poked through the top. Inside was a tiny, dwarf-sized hamster with light gray fur along the top and white on the underbelly. As Heather came to a park, the little hamster, whom Heather had named Eun Hwa (meaning Silver in Korean), looked about curiously, its nose twitching as if to say, "hey, where are we?"

Currently on her car stereo, f(x)'s Chu was playing. She waited for the song to end before she turned off the engine and climbed out of her car. Raking her hand through her wavy hair, she then glanced up at the main building. St. Rose, I'm back for my second year. Smiling, she pulled out her cell phone and pressed a button before holding the device up to her ears. Yobosaeyo! It is the first day of school today, and I am very very VERY excited! Yaaay! What will await me in my sophomore year? Oh, hananim, send me some kind of sign that something exciting's going to happen!"

"Good morning!" A loud voice yelled into the younger Park's ears. It was Erika, with a bit of a smirk on her face. A few distances behind her was her prized Pikachu car, something she liked to drive around and have people stare at her as if she was crazy. Pushing her medium-long dark hair back behind her ears, she then folded her arms across her chest as she stared at her sister. "I still can't grasp why you're not using...oh, I don't know, a voice recorder to record your messages instead of calling your answering machine that's not even plugged into anything yet. I mean, your call right now is going to be moot." She took a brief glance around the school campus as Heather started protesting. Blah blah blah "I like to be a bit different" blah blah blah. Erika had heard that so many times before. Quickly deciding to change the subject, she asked, "So do you think we'll be room neighbors this year?" If each dormitory rooms were single person only, perhaps the twins could get rooms next to each other this year. Last year, their rooms were pretty far apart from each other. Not that Erika minded that, but it was fun to stay up till midnight knocking on the wall between her room and Heather's room back home.

Heather pouted. Sometimes, she wondered how she could even be Erika's twin. Couldn't Erika understand that she enjoyed using her answering machine as her own voice recorder? Although she did have a point about how the machine needed to be plugged in in order to receive any messages. Then shrugging as Erika changed the subject, she answered, "I don't know. I guess we'll have to find out." She smiled. "So wanna grab something to eat at the cafeteria? I haven't had breakfast to eat at all this morning."

"Nah," Erika held up a hand and lazily waved it. "I'm going to go dump my stuff in my room...whichever one that is. See ya."









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[Awkward Affection]

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She watched him as he pulled out his cell phone, read the message and the send another. She was well aware of the lingering awkward silence but she did nothing to fill it. It's not like she wanted to make Gavin feel awkward, she just didn't have anything to say. She almost laughed when he confirmed that Professor House was his dad, but just smiled instead. "Unfortunately? she repeated, turning his statement into a question. Giggling quietly, she kept talking. "I understand what you mean. I feel that same way about my parents sometimes." she told him, without really thinking. When she realized what she had said, she backtracked quickly, raising her hands in front of her. "I mean, I love my parents, don't get me wrong! I love them with all my heart, it's just sometimes....they get a little....I don't know, oppressive I guess....." she finished lamely, with a half-hearted shrug. His next words made her heart drop.

Lilly's gaze fell as he commented on her accent. Man, she hated talking like a hillbilly. Frowning and glaring at her shoes, the bright blue and gray converse seeming to smile back up at her, she nodded. "Texas. Born and raised, unfortunately.....personally, I hate the way I talk." She shifted her backpack again, the movement almost becoming a nervous habit; like she really needed another one of those. Her phone went off again, vibrating her back pocket for the third or fourth time. She grabbed her cell phone to stop the reminder from continually vibrating in her back pocket and checked the message. She had been right, the message was from her mom. Just a reminder to that her family loved her and wished her luck on her first day. She typed back a quick Thanks Mamma, love you guys too. before turning her attention back to Gavin. He had managed to pick up on her accent and even ball-park guess where she was from. That, in her book at least, was fairly impressive. She let her gaze wander a bit, purposely avoiding his gaze like he was doing to her. She didn't mind the silence, seeing how she was used to it, so she moved next to him and leaned against the wall. "So you work in the health office huh? What are you, like a doctor or nurse or something?" she asked, making sure no trace of her accent remained.

[g l a m o r o u s SKY ll]

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Zoey watched at Tim ventured away. She couldn't blame him for not wanting to stick around, not when Zoey was acting like some excited little girl on the phone. She was just happy to be hearing from Spencer, it reminded her even more how she was being reunited with the people she cared so deeply about. She had gotten to see Spencer a few times over the summer, but it wasn't nearly enough. Especially since she had gone to Italy with Acelin to meet his family. It was a good time. They were a little disappointed to not see some Italian blood, but she was pretty sure they had warmed up to her eventually. It was a little awkward during prayers and church on Sundays, and she had never really come out and told them what was up with her religion, or lack there of, but what they didn't know couldn't hurt them... or make them hurt her.

Zoey soon enough realized that there was silence on the other end of the line. She had expected Spencer to at least say something by now. Oh god, what if she was going into labor!? No, that wasn't possible. Spencer wasn't expecting for at least another three-four months. It could be a preemie, but.. Zoey pulled her phone back and took a glance at it, seeing that the screen had gone black.

"Aw, crap!" She groaned, suddenly remember that she hadn't charged her phone in quite a few days. This was no good. Not only did she have no working phone, but she had just accidentally hung up on Spencer. That would certainly not go well with Spencer's mood. Hopefully she was on one of her good swings and would still be on it when Zoey went to apologize. Though, Zoey didn't feel TOO bad. It wasn't like Spencer had never accidentally or purposely ditched Zoey before. Really, the best Zoey could do right now was go back to her room and charge her phone. That was a bummer, she really wanted to start socializing! But she couldn't even be a few feet away from her phone without going through some sort of withdrawal.

She sighed, slipped her phone back into her purse, then turned herself back towards her room. Hopefully she could remember where her new room was. She was pretty sure it was like... number two-eleven? Oh, who knew. She just go to each door till she found the unlocked one. For a bit, Zoey was groaning around the hall ways, attempting to find her dorm. She wished she had remembered to charge her phone last night, but she had fallen asleep while talking to Acelin. And the nearest plug was so far away from her bed that, well, Zoey just couldn't charge and talk at the same time.

While walking, her eyes gazed up as she thought about Acelin. He wasn't making the best first impression with this new year. He had been held back because of all the time he missed between jail and the coma last year, and now he would be starting this year late. It was a pain for Zoey to have to wait so long. A lot of people seemed to be doing that to her this year. Even Ming had the band on hold while he was taking care of some business that made him unavailable. Her, Yuuya, and Jun still had plans to practice, but it wouldn't be the same without Ming. Zoey would probably have to take over for the guitar for a while, she just wasn't as talented at guitar as Ming was.

Eventually, Zoey found her room. She walked in to see Lunch sprawled on the couch, already getting his peach hair all over her nice, white furniture. She realized it'd be a little hard to keep the fresh feeling of this room, but oh well. A little bit of killing wouldn't kill her, hopefully. She moved through the living room, reaching her hand over to give Lunch a pat on the head, then continuing to her bedroom. Now she'd have to rummage through that giant suitcase just to find her phone charger. Once again, that suit case had proven it's self to be a pain.

A few minutes later, with her phone charger retrieved, she stood by a plug she had found. Her closet now looked like some sort of suitcase explosion had gone off, but she could take care of that later. For now, she just wanted to let her phone have a few minutes of alone time. As soon as it was hooked in and able to turn on, she went through her contacts to open a text for Spencer.

'Sorry about that! My phone died. :[ '

The text was sent, and Zoey sighed as she stared towards the hungry phone. She simply didn't have time for this. She wanted to go out and meet everyone! But she couldn't leave her phone there. With another groan, she forced herself away from the phone, heading back towards the open balcony door. Maybe she could harass someone from the second floor. She walk out onto the perched area, already feeling better when she could feel the soft breeze against her skin and hair.

Her arms leaned against the railing and she smiled, her chin resting in her palm. She could just wait here for a few minutes while her phone charged. If she waited about two or fifteen minutes, she could probably make it last through lunch. Or maybe she could charge it in her classes.... hm.

(( slightly random post to keep things moving. v.v once again, anyone can feel free to bother Zoey. ))

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[petite champignon]

About as soon as Zoey’s voice rang out through her phone, Spencer heard the tell-tale beep on the other end that told her she had been disconnected. Frowning, she pulled the phone away from her ear and held it up to her face. Yep. She’d been disconnected. She wasn’t angry. There was probably a perfectly valid reason as to why Zoey had hung up on her. Maybe she dropped her phone. Maybe it died. Or maybe she’d been attacked by a crazy lunatic with a bat. She smiled at the last idea in a completely non-sadistic way. The smile was because of the utter absurdness at the thought. Spencer sat up on her bed and yawned, stretching out her legs in front of her, toes pointed. She wondered how much success Eric was having getting her things up here. She hoped he was struggling. Served him right for not allowing her to help him.

Oddly enough, Eric came through her front door moments later with two of her bags and her precious dog trailing after him. “Hey pretty girl,” she grinned, reaching a hand down to scratch Madeleine’s head and making no effort to assist her brother with her things. ”Let’s go for a walk.” She walked to a hook on the wall where Maddie’s leash still hung from last year, taking it down and hooking it onto the dog’s collar. ”Just put my bags somewhere out of the way,” she told Eric while she grabbed her phone off the bed. Seconds later, the device vibrated in her hand signaling a new text. Touching a few things, she brought up the message which was from Zoey. Ah. So her phone had died. Slightly disappointed it wasn’t something more amusing, she replied back anyways.

Hah, it’s cool. I’m taking Maddie for a walk. Meet me somewhere?

"Who is that?” Spencer turned to look at Eric, standing by the doorway. “Vivi,” she lied, smiling. “I’m going to go meet her somewhere.” He nodded to her and she quickly exited the room, pulling her black Labrador along with her. Despite the playful grudge she was holding against him, she still wanted to protect him. She knew he was still shaken up by the whole prom fiasco and while she honestly sided with Zoey for obvious reasons, she still had to feel bad for Eric. That look on his face when he’d told her what had happened… Spencer shook her head as she stepped out into the sunlight, flicking her sunglasses down over her eyes. There would be none of that today. Only positive thoughts.

"Come on, Maddie,” she urged when her dog stopped to sniff the grass by the sidewalk. While the girl and dog walked along together, Spencer realized how much she had missed this place. The people, the gardens; everything. As hellish as last year had been and as much as she had wanted to get out of the place already, she often felt a little homesick over the summer. She loved this school. She really did. There were so many memories – good and bad – that she had here and she was already feeling a little sad about leaving it at the end of May, this time for good. But she wasn’t going to dwell on that for long. She’d just make this year the best yet and if that day was any indication of how the rest of the school year would be, she had a feeling it would be the best.

[Sakura Parfait]

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Daniel threw open the door to his room, then stepped inside. Before he took another step further, he took a brief glance around the inside. Pushed up against the wall on the right side of the room was a small bed--a bit bigger than twin-sized, but smaller than queen-sized. Next to the bed stood a square-shaped oak wood nighttable, and on top of the table was a lamp. On the opposite side of the room were a workstation, mini fridge, and a round table with two chairs. There was also a dresser edged between the workstation and mini fridge, and on top of the dresser was a small Toshiba TV set. As of right now, the room seemed a bit plain and boring to Daniel. Ah, well. He can spruce it up later.

"Alrighty, time to get unpacking," he said as he set his suitcase down on the ground in front of his bed. With a click of the latch, Daniel popped his case open and gathered up as much clothing in his arms, then went to put them away in the dresser. Who cares if the clothes weren't folded? He didn't really care about that. After he was finished unpacking, Daniel decided to go to the cafeteria and grab a quick bite to eat. He hadn't eaten anything that morning since he spent most of his morning packing, so he was pretty hungry.

Upon entering the cafeteria, he got himself an apple danish and a can of Dr. Pepper and paid for them. Then taking a seat at a table near the glass, see-through walls, Daniel leaned back and crossed one leg over the other as he popped open the soda can. A small amount of fizz erupted from the can, then settled down as Daniel brought the carbonated drink up to his mouth and began chugging it.

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indentGavin's mind hand wandered a little at his words; oh, it was unfortunate for anyone to be involved with Dr. Gregory House. Gavin felt bad for the students in his homeroom and science classes who had to deal with him during the day. When he used to live with his father, at least House would come home and do nothing but watch TV and drink or play piano or something. It was mildly more peaceful than how he was in the workplace; then again, Gavin had to deal with him in the hospital. He wasn't entirely sure which one was worse. But the young man was pulled from his thoughts by Lilly's voice as he turned to look at her. "Hahaha, well, my father isn't oppressive per se, but he's not much fun to be around. Unless you're masochistic like that and enjoy being called an idiot," Gavin answered. He opened and shut his phone absently, watching the buttons change. It gave his hands something to do for the time being until the classes started. He smiled at her when she lamely ended her sentence. He understood what she meant; even Wilson could get to that point. It just felt like they were still in control of your life, even after you've grown up. He nodded his head, flicking his hair away from his bright blue eyes. "But I get it. After--what, seventeen, eighteen?--years of living with them, it feels like they've got you in a choke hold. I don't live with my dad anymore, but I guess since he really lives about five minutes away, it doesn't matter much."

indentHe listened to her speak again--listened her talk about her accent and listened to her accent. He bobbed his head--it sounded less hillbilly-ish and more like it had a vague twist to it. He actually rather liked it--better than boring New Jersey. It wasn't like he was even near Manhattan Island either. He sighed quietly. "I kind of like it," he commented absently. "It's interesting." He wasn't euphemising and if anything, he was being honest. He wouldn't have commented on it if he wasn't interested somehow. At the moment, he let his eyes wander again, as Lilly had opened her phone to text someone. He had stopped fiddling with his at this point, having slid it back into his back pocket. Zane still hadn't texted him, and he was hoping he would soon to confirm that Timcampi was fed; it would bother Gavin for the rest of the day if he didn't know. The silence didn't last long--but that was okay. Her next question, on the other hand, made him cringe a little--but maybe that was her way of revenge for him asking about her accent. His blue eyes turned to look at her as he scratched the back of his head.

indent"My dad volunteered me to help around the health office," he explained slowly. He tilted his head to the side to glance at the door, then to the sign beside it that read H E A L T H X O F F I C E in big letters. "I'm a medical student and an intern at the hospital my dad works at. At the moment, I'm almost done with the units necessary to be a nurse, but...I'm working toward my M.D. Really, my dad just volunteered me here because he's trying to figure out who I'm dating, since I won't tell him. It's gotten worse since I moved out of my godfather's place, too." He nearly dropped his head in his hands at that point, thinking of all the times he'd been dragged off in some crazy House attempt to figure out who he was dating. To be honest, he was surprised that his father didn't know just yet. The man was insane about wanting to find out. He let out a soft sigh. "He's insane. I feel bad for you--having him as a teacher, I mean. I don't know what the headmaster was thinking when he hired my father."



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Zoey was enjoying the outside sights with her her eyes dancing around the campus for anyone she might know. Not like she had much of a chance to talk to anyone from all the way up there. It'd be a little obnoxious to just start screaming a conversation from the second floor. Her eyes grazed to the side and noticed another balcony next to her own, one that was empty and still waiting for it's owner. On her other side, the same thing. She smiled, then looked back towards the ground, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear so it wouldn't block her vision. She couldn't help but wonder who her dorm neighbors would be. Hopefully someone exciting that she could become good friends with.

Speaking of good friends, she could hear the yell of her cell phone from her dorm. The alert that she had a text message, most likely from Spencer. She pushed herself away from the railing, then hurried into her room, not wanting to make Spencer wait too long. Even with the minor set backs, Zoey was still excited. She went through her room, till she reached her vanity, which had her cell phone resting upon it's wooden top. It was right by the first plug she had found upon leaving her closet earlier. Her slender fingers reached for the device and flipped it open, her little charm making a chime as it moved.

Her brown eyes quickly looked over the message and she smiled. Not only was Spencer at the campus also, but she wanted to meet Zoey somewhere, which forced her to be social! Yay! Her fingers rapidly hit against the dial pad as she replied.

'YES! Where do you want to meet? Cafeteria? It's been so long! ♥♥ ' She sent her message, then pulled the whole charger right out of it's plug.

"You've had long enough to charge. We're going to meet Spencer." She explained to it, as if it would even be able to understand her. She carried the charger and phone to her purse, which laid on her bed, where she disconnected the two devices. Her charger went into her purse while the phone slipped into her pocket, then finally, she was once again venturing out of her room with the intention to go meet someone. She just hoped her phone would last. If not, she could probably unplug one of the microwaves in the cafeteria and steal the plug. Hm.

'I'm so good at problem solving.' She complimented herself with a proud smile as she left her dorm, now walking at a decent pace down the hallway. She didn't exactly want to crash into anyone again, not that it wasn't a beautiful ice breaker.

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[Sakura Parfait]

【Heather Seul Ki and Erika Yoona Park】

Heather watched as her sister took off towards the dormitory. Once Erika disappeared from view, the younger twin approached her car and took the clear box containing her hamster in. Deciding to transfer Eun Hwa from the box to a hamster ball, she scooped the Russian Dwarf out of the box and into a medium-sized plastic ball. Normally, Eun Hwa would get some exercise from running in the ball, but since Heather was cradling the object in her arms, Eun Hwa was forced to stay put.

"Since this is your first time at St. Rose, I'm going to give you a little tour around the school. Currently, we're standing in front of the main building." She briefly drew one arm away from the hamster ball to make a gesture towards a large building in front of them. "That's where the administration office, nurse's office, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, over there is the second building, and over there is the dormitories, where all us humans stay at during the course of the school year." As Heather walked around the school, she pointed out the different buildings and locations to her hamster. The only places she couldn't point out to Eun Hwa were the places located a little further away from the school's main campus, such as the beach.


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"UNGH. OH MY GOD, THIS IS HEAVY." Erika grunted loudly as she tugged at her heavy suitcase, trying to lift the damn thing up the stairs. Geez, why did her mother insist on her packing a s**t ton of clothes and stuff? Erika may be staying a year, but it wasn't like she needed to pack 1000 clothes. Alright, so 1000 clothes was a bit of an exaggeration. But still, her suitcase felt ridiculously heavy with the load inside. She predicted that it must weigh around 200 lbs. or something.

Finally getting the suitcase to the top of the stairs, she let out a sigh. Now comes the easy part. Taking the handle, she pulled the suitcase towards her designated room, took a key from her pocket, and inserted it into the lock. With a click, Erika turned the knob open to enter inside. Setting the suitcase down onto the ground, she smiled as she took a glance around. Even though school wasn't something she loved, she was content with being back at St. Rose again for some odd reason. Probably because it was different from other schools in a sense? Erika couldn't really put a finger to it. Her mother had self-debated whether to send her daughters to University High back in Irvine or St. Rose, and in the end, chose St. Rose. Erika was a little glad, though. She was starting to get a little tired of the "Bubble," aka her city's nickname.







Heather's Outfit Erika's Outfit

[Awkward Affection]

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Lilly nodded as Gavin spoke of his father. He seemed like a pretty screwed up guy, if what he was saying was true. Damn and he's my teacher too.....Great, she thought, a slight frown coming to her face. She looked down again, staring at her shoes. Random thoughts crossed her mind, many of them about classes and homework, and even about her family back in Texas. Sighing, she leaned her head back, shifting her back pack yet again. She balanced on one foot, the other tilted slightly on her toes, staring at the students as the walked past. Gavin told her he liked her accent and thought it was interesting. Raising an eyebrow, she let out a half-hearted laugh. "Interesting huh? That's a new one. Thanks though. I appreciate the sentiment." She rolled her eyes and went back to people watching.

He talked about how his dad is making him work at the health office. When he mentioned that he was about to be a nurse, she let out an unattractive snort and started giggling uncontrollably. "Sorry, sorry! I just wasn't expecting you to actually tell me you were a male nurse!" she told him between gasps of breath. She took deep breaths, wiping her eyes of the tears that were gathering there. When he mentioned he was dating, she nodded her head, knowing a guy like this definitely had a girlfriend. She was having a good time talking with him and getting to know him, but when he told her that his father was insane and he felt bad for her since she had him as a teacher. Her pride bristled unnecessarily at the comment. She hated when people took pity on her even for the little things like this. She clenched her jaw to stop herself from saying something she'd regret to such a nice guy. Well, she wouldn't exactly regret it, but it might make him not want to be her friend, and seeing as how he was the only person she knew, it was probably better she didn't alienate him within their first ten minutes of meeting.

She cleared her throat and slid her hands into her pockets. "I have to get going. Class will be starting soon. It was nice meeting you Gavin House. Thanks for putting up with me for so long." she told him, smiling brightly at him. "Hopefully I'll see you around." She didn't offer her hand because she knew he wouldn't shake it. Instead she smiled again and gave him a bit of a half wave, before heading off to Professor House's homeroom.

[AvalancheZer0]

000 Zane Carlton had just stepped into his classroom. The man was looking forward to a new school year, with new students and whatnot. He'd spent most of his summer break doing whatever the hell he felt like (which mostly consisted of owning Gavin at Tekken). In the past week or so, he'd spent his time at the school, rearranging his classroom.

Looking over the list of students that had signed up for his various theatre classes. He noted that Timothy Banning was still very much active in the school's theatre department. Zane could only help but think, "Oh god. Not him again." Tim Banning didn't just breathe theatre, he barfed theatre - all over the place. "Tim...Tim...Tim... s**t, Timcampi" Zane had forgotten to feed Gavin's cat before leaving the apartment.

Sitting down in the swivel chair behind his desk, he pulled out his phone to quickly text his boyfriend. oh hai Gavin. If you didn't already have lunch plans, you do now. in case you did already have lunch plans, you have new ones The screen flashed message sent and the man shut his phone.

Zane leaned back in his chair. Picking up an acoustic guitar he had left in his classroom, he began strumming a few notes and wondering if the old psychology teacher with the drinking problem still worked at the school.


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000 Rhia Miklosko was glad to finally be back at St. Rose. Visiting her parents over the summer had honestly sucked. He dad, being the well-dressed business-type person he was, just would not shut up about her far less formal appearance. It was downright annoying. That wasn't the worst thing that had happened though. Things had started getting complicated with her brother again. His health was starting to once again, deteriorate. She was upset, worried, and frustrated at how Daxter could still stand to act so cheerful about everything.

More importantly, she was back at St. Rose, and glad to be there. Picking up her bags, she stepped out of the van that had driven herself and her brother from the airport. They'd flown back to Rhode Island because their father was once again busy on a business trip this month and couldn't drive them there.

Making her way to the dorms to drop off her stuff, she pulled out her phone to text a friend she'd met last year. Hell, a lot had happened last year. A few parties, barely passing classes, drugs and sex with Riff... Now that she thought about it, that whole experience with Riff at the end of the year did make the man seem a bit like a date-rapist... Nahh, Riff Havoc was far to kind to be doing that kind of thing. Whatever, it had still been fun. Good thing her brother still didn't know about that, he'd freak out over it. However, it wasn't Riff she was texting at the moment. Her fingers flew across the buttons of her phone, typing out A WILD RHIA-CHU APPEARED! she sent the message to none other than Zoey Winters. Grinning at her own amusement, Rhia continued to make her way to the dorms.


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000 Daxter Miklosko had bruises on his shoulders. He hid the marks underneath the sleeves of a tee shirt and the knowledge of them behind the wall of an eternally pseudo-happy expression. The bruises were there partially as a result of his cancer, which had so gracefully decided to strike again at the end of junior year. Dax had the please of spending a good portion of his summer in a hospital, taking numerous drugs and whatnot to suppress the Leukemia. The bruises were a product of both his condition and his own klutziness. With his condition, it was relatively easy to get bruised. He'd managed to trip over his own suitcases before boarding the plane back to Rhode Island.

Watching his sister grab her things and move off toward her dorm, he decided it was best for him to do the same. Moving directly to the correct building (he did know his way around, after all), he dropped off his things at his dorm and checked the time. It was still quite early. Pulling out his phone, he sent a quick text to his good friend Riff just to let the man know he was back in town. Jak Riff! buddy! say something just this once!

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he made his way back outside to the front of the school's main building. Walking about, he noticed a younger girl, probably an underclassmen pointing out buildings. She appeared to be talking to a...rodent. Or other small animal of sorts. Smiling, he walked up to her. Whatever it was she was doing, it seemed interesting. "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt or anything, but are you showing a hamster around the school?" he asked, "Name's Daxter Miklosko, and you are...?"

[i P A N D U H m o n i u m]

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indentTim, for all the words in the world, was having the time of his life stepping from corner to corner of each and every last tile in the hallway--counting them, too, he might add! So far he was at three-hundred ninety-six, and lord knew how many more the kid had to go. The young raven haired junior hadn't been paying much mind to anyone, other than occasionally shrieking that the floor was made of lava and everyone was going to die--but that was beside the point. Somewhere near five-hundred eighty-three, he was getting tired and rather bored of counting floor tiles, and considering he'd already counted all the ceiling tiles, he had nothing left to do. As such, he skipped (yes, quite literally skipped) on through the hallways and to the outside world--meaning the gardens and things like that. Somehow or another, Tim always seemed rather...oh, what was the word? Energetic? Something like that--but energetic doesn't really cover someone who acts like they've drunk five thousand red bulls and had a caffeine shot. What was taurine again? Lord knew, but the boy seemed to live off the stuff (not really, but he sure as hell acted like it). At length, the boy managed to settle himself on a nearby bench, finding his script in his pocket. He had a lot of planning to do for this year, after all--he was the new President of the International Thespian Club! He wasn't entirely sure how he managed to get that title, but considering he had, he would take his job very seriously. This was serious business, after all.

indentGrinning from ear to ear, Tim pulled out his script, fiddling with his snakebites; he hadn't worn them for most of the summer and was half-surprised that he could still manage to get the bit in. Amused for the time being, he began reading, reciting a few lines here and there out loud so he could make sense of them--the mood, the attitude, so on and so forth...he was an actor after all! And a damn good one at that. He continued this for a little while before growing tired of memorizing lines (which was a surprise for him as well). Standing and stretching, the young man began walking about again--aimless wandering, hoping maybe he'd meet someone. There was always a specific someone he wanted to meet, and then there was another someone he didn't want to meet...sadly, the two seemed to come hand in hand, which meant no fun for Timothy Banning. None at all, if he was right. Sighing at this thought, Tim shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking a can about the campus for his own entertainment. He was a little jittery--he wanted to do something. God, he felt like a ten year old right now, but he was excited! First day of school mean the start of new people--new friends! Well, if he could manage to attract any friends with the way he was.

indentBut what better way to attract people than to be--well, Tim? A rose by any other name would smell as...Tim, of course! He grinned to himself, perking up a little at the thought. Whistling a tune to himself, he walked along the hallways, grinning at people. Now, Tim was by no means an idiot, despite the way he acted; he was simply...well, eccentric, I guess you could say. No, that wasn't even a good word for him--in fact, there were no words to describe Tim at the moment. Speaking of barfing theatre all over the place, Timothy Adam Banning leapt down the hallway with a grin and spoke--mostly to himself: "What hempen home-spuns have we swagg'ring here, / So near the cradle of the fairy queen? / What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor; / An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause." Lines of course, lines--90% of what was in the boy's brain were lines from some play or another. He grinned, pausing in his gallop down the hallway to place his hands on his hips--what a Peter Pan, boy; but maybe that's why his last name was Banning.

{{ OOC: if you can tell, i'm dying to play as tim. someone come attack the poor little theatre mutt. :3 }}




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[petite champignon]

It wasn’t long before Spencer’s phone was buzzing again against her hand. She didn’t stop walking as she pulled up the new text message, afraid that if she stood still for too long it would be hard to get Maddie to start moving again. And she really didn’t want to be trying to drag an uncooperative dog all the way to the cafeteria, where she was meeting Zoey. That did not sound like a lot of fun to her. Although continuing to walk her dog while texting left only one hand to type out the words and that really sucked and just prolonged the entire task.

Sounds good to me <3

That was all she had felt like typing out, so that’s what Zoey was getting. Spencer turned and walked in another direction towards where the cafeteria was, her eyes scanning the students she passed on her way. Some she knew, some she didn’t. Actually, a lot of them were unfamiliar to her. New students were to be expected though. It was the beginning of the year after all. Although, it seemed that St. Rose never stopped getting new students. Even in March and April there was always plenty of new faces around, despite how close it was to the end of the year. Weird but still entertaining. It was nice to always have someone fresh and different to talk to after being around the same people for months.

( -writer's block T.T- )