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 ]

[vanna-ty_killz]

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Vivienne ran a hand over her hair, smoothing the waves of any damage that may have occurred in the fall; sloppy hair was acceptable to her after a month of school, but right now she still had motivation to try and look presentable. "Oh wow. Really? Me too.", she said in response to him being in blue homeroom, "I really should head there too, but I was on my way to go get some coffee in the cafeteria during break. I'm completely exhausted.". The blonde noticed, after giving the boy a once over, that Dominick was a few inches shorter than she was. It wasn't too surprising, as she could look most guys straight in the eye and, in heels, towered over even more by a few inches. Being tall was something she'd gotten used to, though it was always awesome meeting completely giant guys who made her feel dwarved, like the history teacher who was sure to be less than pleased when she showed up late.

"Do you want to come with me to the cafeteria?", asked Vivienne, gesturing towards it with her head, "I'll treat you to a Thank You Snack of your choice." They were already late so she didn't really see the problem in being a bit later. Who really cared anyway? It was only the first day. What could they be learning so soon? Not too much, that's what. Of course she had missed the epic reunion of Rex and Tyler, but she didn't know that and it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary at a strange school like Saint Rose. "So where are you coming from?", asked the impulsive female, about his hometown.


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---Outfit


(((Okay, my posts can stop sucking at any time now. Sorry that took so long.)))

[VENTI MOOSE]

hakunhakunhakun





Penelope chuckled as the girl told her how she wanted to kill about everyone in this room- in very ladylike terms too. "Well, Poppy Carling, it's very nice to meet you too," she said, extending her arm to shake the other girls before turning and observing the room for a second. There were two southern seeming people talking to each other, she also saw Riff and a few others leaving. Huh, that was her cue to leave then. "Well, Poppy, 'm sorry to leave so quickly, but I have to take care of something." Something important, there would be nothing better to her right then than a nice, long hit. But- she only had ten minutes, and would have to hurry.

Penelope quickly stood, grabbed her bag but left anything else she had, and left the room. At the door she turned halfway to see who was in there, but she told herself she wasn't looking for anyone. Particularly not someone with bad drinking habits or brown hair. She didn't like this boy with the alcoholic habits, but she did consider him one of her few friends. It was depressing they didn't share the same homeroom; at least she was pretty sure they didn't. But, other matters interrupted her thoughts and she continued down the hall.

She turned at a door that seemed pretty out of the way and stepped outside. Huh, it already smelled like smoke. There was something white on the ground also- a stomped out cigarette. Ew. Penelope didn't mind pretty much any other drug (that didn't involve needles), but she just really disliked cigarettes. Nasty taste. Kicking the butt out of the way, Penelope pulled out a joint she'd thought to roll that morning- who knew planning ahead would actually be useful? After lighting she took a pull, and did what her 'mentor' had taught her- held the smoke in for over five seconds. It used to hurt, and she'd always cough around four, but she'd improved on that, and you got a better high the longer you held it in.

Hoping no one would walk in on her spot, Penelope sat down lazily against the wall, took a few more pulls and stomped it down next to the other one so it'd be less conspicuous - she was too lazy to properly dispose of it.

Deciding too miss some of her math class Penelope strolled over to the snack shack, knowing it would take time for the drug to kick in and wanting to be prepared. After grabbing a push pop from the hobo and declining some condoms, she went to sit by the pool.

FINALLY remembering she had a phone that was very capable of texting, Penelope texted Liam, hoping he was at school and would possibly miss second period with her? She was too relaxed to even think of moving away from the pool, and right now really didn't give a s**t it was only the first day. She'd also forgotten about Poppy Carling. Woops.





hakunhakunhakun

[c u t e - - p u r s u i t]

ooace [/********] aiden.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooabcd ming hanna rafi nate

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Acelin smiled lightly, thinking it was just harmless --- and then pausing. Zoey had a way of being too embarrassed to just up and speak about sex. And it wouldn't be the first time she had secret meanings behind her words. Acelin had plenty of examples of this, one being the night Zoey gave him his lovely border collie, Lucky (haha, get the name?). That night, she had fed him up with glorious teasing lines to bring him back tot he room, parade a puppy and then head on from there to more intimate actions. And in the honest sense, he was getting a little turned on by what she was saying. " There's always the classics. Chocolate, peeled fruit... " He went to g on but felt it might be a bit much, besides, how many sex-related dessert phrases could you make? And now that Mars joined them, he felt it might be strange to push a subject like that --- especially if he was mistaken. For all this big lug could know, Zoey really was just speaking of desserts, and he was going to try and keep his thoughts innocent.


Mars looked at Zoey, he sighed slightly," Ya! Ch'in-gu! " He said with a smile, the phrase was just a way to basically say " Hey! Friend! " in Mars' native tongue, he had recently brought the task to himself to help Zoey pick up a little more Asian-ness by him speaking to her in Korean sometimes. " Nŏ-mu po-go shi-p'ŏ-ssŏ-yo! " Mars smiled, telling her " I missed you so much!" and then he paused a moment, listening to her as well as following her yearning eyes down to his box of doughnuts, the boy sighed lightly " Oppa, u-wah... " a smile returned as he slide the lid open and offered her to take her pick of the many doughnuts. He hated sharing, but Zoey was like his little sister --- the one he never had. Once again remembering that they had been talking about soemthing, he had the tendency to be a little spacey, Mars looked at her, cocking an eyebrow " Chŏng-mal-lyo? " he wanted to know if he would really be jealous. And in some odd way, he figured he would.

The charming smile he had worn on his face faded quickly, replaced by an intrigued expression. " And why would I be jealous? " Mars' voice rang out with as much charisma as ever, and considering the fact that he was feeling pretty good it only influenced his mood to be a little more appealing. A lot of people didn't like the hard-a** (if not jack-a**) he could be. He was feeling a little excited to hear about it what her job was, as well. Of course his mind wondered to all the things Zoey could be doing besides singing for PLEASURE! like being a hostess at a restaurant or a waitress --- though that wouldn't make him jealous, just make him demand discounts. Or maybe she was working at a coffeehouse or was a stripper, though both of those options he didn't like the idea of (mainly because Zoey had enough coffee as it was and stripping was nothing anyone would want of a sister-figure).

Aiden smiled as he took the pastry, observing it a moment before taking and laughing lightly, " Bon! " He told her, as if to say she was even better than he remembered. " Je suis désolé de votre été était ennuyeux, vous auriez dû venir avec moi! " So, his summer hadn't been fun... But she didn't need to know that, did she? No sir. Aiden paused a moment, he had a question about something they had discussed so many times: her health. " " He asked with concern --- true concern --- he did care for the petite fille, she was a sweetheart. She'd been one of his first friends here as well and he just couldn't leave a subject like that alone!



• " Ya! Ch'in-gu! " = "Hey! Friend! "
• " Nŏ-mu po-go shi-p'ŏ-ssŏ-yo! " = " I missed you so much! "
• " Oppa, u-wah... " = " (Oppa is like little sister), oh... "
• " Chŏng-mal-lyo? " = " Really? "
• My translating is usually pretty good, but bear in mind I'm not fluent, or at all involved in the Korean language much anymore, so mistakes are to be expected.

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

#a2dd90

Zoey shot a little smirk towards Acelin, pushing a few twirls of hair out of her face and nodding.
"Sounds like a good night if you ask me." She let it finish there. If it continued, hell, they
probably wouldn't even be able to make it till Friday night. Besides, doughnuts were on her mind,
which could also be a sexual pun, but Zoey was too hungry to consider one. Remember how she
had skipped breakfast that morning? Well, Mars had pretty much just saved her life. Goodie!
He proceeded to talk to her Korean, something he tried to do many times. Zoey of course would
just smile and nod when she found the time appropriate. She was very good at reading people
and knowing what reaction was appropriate, so she knew when to laugh at his Korean jokes,
smile at his Korean encouragement, and frown at his Korean complaints. There were a few sayings
she knew from watching K-Dramas though, and Oppa was one of those things. It made her feel
special that he called her that, especially since he was such a badass. Every girl wanted to
be the
one that changed the bad boy with a heart of gold, and she got to do that without cheating on Acelin!
Granted, he only acted different for her, but still... that made her cool.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, in English, because it annoyed her when people spoke a different
language in public. Part of her even thought it should be illegal. Someone could be talking about
blowing up the school in like, some whacked out language and no one would even know! But then
she was sure there'd be complainers with some freedom of speech bull s**t that Zoey honestly did
not want to hear. And now that she thought about it, she probably wouldn't be able to sing in Japanese
with PLEASURE! Well, maybe if she released the translated lyrics but... why was she even thinking
so much into this? It wasn't illegal. . . . . . yet.

As he passed the doughnuts to her, she reached in, grabbed one, then another to hand to Acelin.
She wasn't sure if he would want one, but at least she was being considerate enough to offer. Heck,
she didn't even know if Mars wanted him to have one. Oh well, Zoey had just decided for him. She
took a little bite, then chewed, letting the suspense as to where she worked now build up a bit.
She didn't think Acelin even knew where. She had just found out this morning in an email that she
got the job and was to start after school today. She opened her mouth, about to confess, when
the bell to begin second period interrupted her.

She glanced towards the teacher to make sure he wasn't about to say something, then continued
speaking when she noted him still going through with roll call. "I got a job at Rising Sun. So, hail yeah.
Maybe if you're nice, I'll get you a discount." She stuck her tongue out at him, teasing. Because
she knew he would totally want that precious discount. They had like a while bishie wall that Mars
could spend hours drooling at.

[The Same Shooting Star]

You light the skies up above me. A star so bright, you blind me. Don't ever fade away.

Carson hadn't done a lot this summer either. All she really did was see her family and help her mother out with her beauty shop. She had also taken a trip back to California to visit some old friends and her grandmother. That had been fun. "I just went back to California for a couple days and helped my mom out with some stuff." She shrugged and ran a hand through her hair, remembering her idiot of a cousin. "I would introduce you to my cousin, but he's MIA." And she wasn't pissed about it. Okay, maybe she was a little bit mad, but it's Jason's life. Not hers. If he wants to be a dumb a**, then she's not gonna chase after him telling him not to. "Looking forward to the dance Friday?"

When another man entered the classroom, she could only assume he was the teacher. Hopefully. They didn't need anymore strange people randomly walking in. Mr. K. That's what she was definitely going to call him. She liked it when teachers allowed students to call them by their first name initial. As Mr. K began taking roll, she tried to think of something else to talk to Nathan about. Before she could, Mr. K started making his way to that one British guy. Carson took witness as the stranger stood up and examined Mr. K. Seriously? She watched as the stranger left the room. That answered the teacher's question. Obviously he wasn't in the class. She could pretty much tell that from the minute he walked into the classroom. What a strange guy. Watch them like, never see him again. Doesn't matter anyway. All that mattered was this class ending. It hadn't even started and she was ready for it to be over.

Jason was bored out of his mind. What was there to do in this school? He popped another barbecue chip in his mouth, looking around. After he had walked after class, he had went straight to the cafeteria to get something to eat. The teenage boy took a sip of his soda. How he wished that he could slip some alcohol in this. As he walked aimlessly around, he just so happened to come across that redhead girl he had met earlier this morning. What was her name again? Ashley? Aya? Anya! Her name was Anya. Jason would have went and said hi to her, but she seemed to be talking to someone else. Therefore, he turned and began walking away. He walked all the way to some snack shack. By this time, he had finished his food from the cafeteria. Throwing away his trash, he ordered a bottle of water. He was actually surprised when the hobo that ran the snack shack offered him a free condom. Hey, it's free! After taking the condom, he pulled out his phone and began walking around again. i just got a condom from a hobo. maybe I should get another one.... Grinning to himself, Jason sent that to Carson. Ha ha ha.

Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Jason looked to see where he was at. Ah, the pool. He wasn't the only one here either. There was a girl sitting by the pool by herself. Eh why not go talk to her? Walking over to the girl, he sat down right beside her. Taking a sip of his water, he let out a satisfied sigh. This was some good water. Jason glanced over at the girl and then back at the pool. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" Perfect conversation starter. "I was just wondering, did you order this sunshine?" Wow, that was corny. He had hear it on television one day. It sounded all right when the guy said it. Why did it sound so corny when he said it? Hm, maybe because the guy who said got paid thousands of dollars to say it. "That was really lame wasn't it?" He asked the gir, chuckling a little bit. "I'm Jason, by the way." At least he had admitted that what he said was corny.

Carson and Jason

[Sakura Parfait]

When first period was finally over, Fujiki got out of his seat and walked out of the classroom to get himself a chewy granola bar from the snack machine while they were on break. As he stood in front of the machine, he pulled out a crumbled wad of $1 from his pocket, then smoothed it out against the glass before sliding the bill into the bill slot. For some reason, the machine didn't want to accept it, and kept pushing the dollar back out. "What the--?" Fujiki frowned as he smoothed out the dollar and tried again. Still no luck. Fed up, he pulled out another dollar and stuck it into the slot. This time, it went through successfully. Smiling triumphantly, Fujiki pressed the numbers containing the snack he wanted, then waited for the item to drop before he reached inside and grabbed his chewy granola bar.

The classroom seemed to have calmed down a bit when he returned. Fujiki smiled a bit as he bit into his granola. That was good. It was getting a bit too hectic in there before. Sure, he was outgoing and liked bursting out into songs every now and then, but he wasn't THAT insane. He took his seat and looked down at the schedule still on his desk. Huh, looks like we have math next, he thought. It wasn't his worst subject; in fact, he did pretty well in it. But he did find the subject boring at times.

[AvalancheZer0]

000 Zane Carlton grinned. It was mostly to keep himself from laughing. For starters, his boyfriend happened to be a generally funny person. It was the House in Gavin House, so to speak. More importantly though, the creative writing teacher was just making it too easy to make fun of him. When David had said "Unfortunately for you Gavin, you'll never know how good I am." it had taken every ounce of strength Zane had to keep his mouth shut. The drama teacher had desperately wanted to shout out something along the lines of "No, but I know how good Gavin is, and DAAAAAMN you are missing out!" But no, Zane didn't say this. Mind you he still was thinking it and would probably tell Gavin as soon as Cimeronson was out of the room. So he just stood there, grinning wildly.

Gavin, at some point during Zane's bout of grinning, had walked up and patted him on the back, also mentioning that he was now the health aid. "Really? My favorite student is the Health Aide now? I didn't realize Tim Banning was studying medicine," he said to Gavin. A joke, one that would hopefully not get him in trouble with his boyfriend. David spoke again, this time asking for a bit of information and advice.

"I've been teaching here almost a year now," Zane replied, "And the best advice I can give you is don't date the students." The drama teacher took a step back from the two men, giving an awkward thumbs-up as he did. He didn't give a reason for such advice, on the basis that he once again didn't want to say it out loud. "Because dating a student is probably the best decision you could ever make." had been Zane's first idea for such a reason. The second explanation might have been something along the lines of "Because it's probably the only way that you, Mr. Cimeronson, could ever possibly get laid aside from prostitution. "

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Cimeronson," Zane said as he gave a small wave to the man, "I really should get back to the paperwork and memo-reading now. If you need anything else, just let me know."


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000 Rhia Miklosko was being a bit anti-social for the most part. Lilly was talking to some other guy amongst the little crowd that Riff had going on and Riff himself had wandered off. Part of her wanted to follow Riff out, but most of her knew she might be better off not doing so. There was something he'd said to her at the end of last year that still seemed to echo still within her mind. "Why aren't you half as sociable as you used to be?"

She'd given him an honest reply at the time he'd asked the question, but now... Her previous answer just didn't seem to fit in place anymore. Time had passed since that whole thing with her stalker. "Why the hell aren't I so social?" is all she could think to ask herself now as she continued to quietly sit in class.


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000 Daxter Miklosko had followed Dr. House out of the classroom. "Probably as bad as yours." has been the doctor's blunt response when questioned about his summer. "Somehow I doubt that." replied Daxter. He leaned against the wall of the hallway, a small flash of pain striking his face as he remembered the bruises on his should. "Later House." was all he said to the other man before quietly returning to the classroom.

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

indentindentTim was laughing as Rafi flailed her arms for a moment in a panic. He was strolling down the hall, with the Latino girl still thrown over his shoulder; the young actor could almost hear the pout in her voice as she whined his name in long drawn out syllables. He laughed at this—although he couldn’t see her, he could just imagine the face she was putting on. Fortunately, the position the two were in made it hard to see her face…not that he’d cave in anyway. Oh, he wasn’t done just yet. “Well, maybe I won’t eat you. I’ll just take you to my nest and feed you to the Tim-spawns,” he said with a grin while Sarafina kicked her feet lightly. Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do now; he couldn’t really keep her on his shoulder all day. He had the strength to carry her about for a while, but once he put the girl back on her feet, she was sure to back up and tackle him…well, he’d be ready for that at least. Then again, she probably wouldn’t give him time to brace himself. “So how was your summer, Rafi?” he asked casually, like they were just sitting and having coffee, not walking down the hallway with one thrown over the other’s shoulder. Oh, Tim was like that, after all—normal to him certainly wasn’t always particularly normal to other people. He chuckled at that thought; his dad and his grandpa were like that, too…though more toned down thanks to age. He was used to wrestling—he and his dad did all the time back home. So maybe putting Rafi back on her feet wasn’t too dangerous.

indentHe had managed to reach the end of the hallway, and as such, he turned on his heel and began walking towards the cafeteria. He was getting hungry, and his one-track mind was beginning to get the better of him. “We’re going to the cafeteria,” he announced to his passenger on his shoulder. “I don’t care if we’re both late…well, what homeroom do you have? Please say “I have the GreenRoom, Tim!” That’ll make my day soooo much better.” So far, he liked some of the people in his homeroom; one of his best friends, Rosaline, was in the homeroom. There was Jem Duke who, while somewhat hyperactive, seemed to have enough energy to keep up with Tim, which the actor liked. The Miklosko siblings weren’t bad, and Elliott seemed like a ton of fun in her own way. The others, he hadn’t really been paying attention to, and he had made it a point to blatantly ignore House and his son—though the back of his head was wondering what Gavin was doing around here. Hadn’t he already graduated?

indentTim shook these thoughts from his head; right now, they were going to the cafeteria to eat because dammit, Tim was hungry, and when Tim was hungry, the boy was a monster. The two reached the cafeteria…even though the break was ending. He didn’t really care at the moment though as he set down Rafi. “Do you want anything? I’ll pay. I’m just starving,” he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.


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indentGavin had, for lack of a better word, resorted to leaning against the desk and covering his mouth to keep from laughing and making another biting comment. "For the sake of your masculinity, I'll hold my tongue," Gavin said, with a smirk as he leaned back on one of his hands. This was a side of him the young man didn't use very often; most of the time, he was like his mother--more serious and compassionate than anything else. But there were times when the young man needed to stretch his sarcasm muscle, and when someone made themselves an open target, he had to fire at least one comment. The air around him and Zane was comfortable--companionable, if anything...that is, until Zane opened his fat mouth and the boy had to turn and smack the drama teacher with a pad of paper sitting on the desk. He knew Zane was joking about Tim Banning being his favorite student--if anything, the man would come home ragefacing about the actor; but still, a small (mind you, small) swell of jealousy welled up in him--subsiding moments later into annoyance when Zane spoke again. "I've been teaching here almost a year now, and the best advice I can give you is don't date the students." The scruffy ex-rockstar backed up with the most ridiculous face possible and gave them a thumbs up, to which Gavin only replied with a throw of the notepad in Zane's direction, where it hit his face with a satisfying SMACK.

indentOh, was Zane in trouble.

indent"Only you would know such a thing. No wonder Dad calls you '*****],'" he seemed particularly entertained by that thought, and was also mildly surprised that the older House man hadn't managed to figure out the two of them were dating yet. Then again, House seemed rather oblivious to things like this...Wilson, more often than not, was amused by Gavin's relationship with Zane, as the two honestly couldn't be more different from each other. The medical student frowned when the teacher spoke, saying he should get back to paperwork and memo-reading. That was lame and unexciting; Gavin hadn't gotten to see much of his boyfriend the past few days because of work and whatnot. House seemed to have made it his goal to keep his son away from his new residence for as long as possible. As such, Gavin wouldn't get home until four in the morning, only to leave again at eight, long before Zane was even awake. Oh well, he supposed; he'd eat lunch with his boyfriend today to make up for it. For now, he didn't really want to go back to the health office. His blue eyes turned to look at David, raising an eyebrow. "Will you be going so soon, Mr. Cimeronson?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.


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indentRiffael Havoc hadn’t done much of anything in the short amount of time he’d been gone; he’d simply wandered about until he moved outside of the hallways, relishing the breath of fresh air. However, said breath was soon invaded by smoke as the young man lit up a cigarette. The welcoming taste of burning tobacco and the familiar burn in his throat as he took a puff soothed his jitters as he sat down on a nearby bench to rest and to think. The young man sighed quietly as he pulled his notebook out and produced his fountain pen from his pocket, staring at the paper pointedly, as if that would force letters onto the thin lines. Then again, lately, he hadn’t managed to write much of anything. It was rather annoying to him—his articles in the newspaper had been rather boring routine stuff; his editors had liked it, but it wasn’t anything challenging. He sighed, inhaling another puff of his cigarette as his blue eyes scanned the page; his neat cursive had words crossed out, rewritten…but only half the page was full. God, he wished he had some inspiration, but what was he to do with that, anyway? With his right hand, he pulled his cigarette from his lips, holding it between his middle and forefinger as he began writing with his left. He was ambidextrous—writing just as well with his left as he did with his right. It was handy on some occasions, like now, or the time he had broken his right arm. Some people thought it fascinating, others failed to notice because they were too concerned with his lack of response to anything they said.

indentLately, his responses had gotten worse; he hadn’t been in touch with anyone over the summer—even Rhia or Gavin. As facts were, he had been practically homeless, though he had managed to crash on one of his friend’s (meaning drug client’s) couch for the most part. He sighed softly, his handwriting slowly covering the page with its neat black ink. Some days, I can barely think. He was changing, and he knew it. Some days, I can barely stand. He frowned at the words as they gushed from the pen. The ashes from his cigarette fell, floating to the pathway under his feet. One day, I’ll barely be able to breathe. This was true—which might explain why he hated the sentence all on its own. Crossing it out, he furrowed his brow, blue-gray lifting from the paper to scan the area around him. He was in the gardens, hiding—he wanted nothing to do with the world, and yet, he knew there was always a way for someone to find him. Someone always did. His thoughts wandered about again as he closed his leather-bound book and his pen, sliding the latter into his pocket and the former under his arm. There was a lot going on—the school year had just started, after all. He doubted people wanted to hang around him with his dull air and neutral demeanor. If it wasn’t boring, it was usually something akin to a raincloud.

indentIn his wandering thoughts, Riff thought about this morning; while he hadn’t been in the best of moods, it certainly had improved when he began socializing, even if he didn’t answer many questions or say much. Seeing old friends had been refreshing; they were a different sight from the drug clients he had been seeing for most of the summer. Carson was, as always, looking happy and perky as she always was. He rather liked the girl; the time he spent with her the night of Emma’s party had been some of the most fun he’d had in a long while. Some of it was spent listening to her be upset about Anya walking off with Aiden, but Riff hadn’t minded. He liked listening to her, and really, the girl was drama-free—quite the contrast to his own life, after all. But it wasn’t in him to build any actual relationships it seemed, and if this morning was any indication, he grew much quieter when around her for some reason. It had been interesting to watch her and her cousin, and as such, Riff just observed next to the quiet Elias. Anya had been another person he’d gotten to see; while she was looking rather thin thanks to the chemotherapy that Wilson had been putting her through, she seemed happy.

indentFinishing off his cigarette, Riff crushed the but and the remaining ashes underfoot, standing. He was growing tired again—it seemed to be the general mood for him lately. Deciding not to return to class, the young writer decided he should try and find someone to socialize with…there was bound to be someone in this school, after all.


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indentAeron rose an eyebrow at Jin as the boy began talking faster. He appeared to the deaf boy to be overly excited; his lips were moving quickly and he had an eager air about him. It didn’t quite frighten the Romani; really, it was more annoying, because it meant he didn’t know what was going on. If there was one thing Aeron hated, it was that. Being hearing-retarded (as Aeron called it on some occasions, like this) put him at a disadvantage, and the young man hated surprises—when things like this happened, surprises had a general tendency to accompany them. He frowned, furrowing his brow and trying to keep himself from punching something (or someone); it was the first day, and it wouldn’t do for him to lose his temper. His attention was drawn back into reality as the Asian boy turned to look at him, and all the deaf boy got out of his sentence was his own name and the phrase “talented people.” The Asian boy ruffled his hair and Aeron immediately thought of the way birds ruffle their feathers, which put a slight smirk on his lips. Thank god he was deaf—which meant he was also mute…ish. He could probably make noises, but being deaf warped the voice too. Jin spoke again, this time slower—picking smaller words and almost deliberately mouthing out the syllables.

indentThis on its own annoyed the deaf Romani boy—while it certainly helped him when lip reading, he didn’t particularly like it either. He could lip read just fine, thanks, he thoughts, his face screwing up into an ugly scowl for a second. He knew he was different, and quite honestAt any rate, Jin had said that the bell had rung, which was all fine and dandy—Aeron didn’t particularly feel the need to go anywhere, and as such, remained in his seat. He picked up his pad of paper and scrawled on it, “Well, the teacher’s come to us anyway, so we don’t need to go anywhere.” He held the pad up to Jin, and as if to prove his point, the next teacher came walking into the classroom. The man talked quickly, and as such, Aeron once again only caught about 40% of his words. This was becoming a pain, and the young man was seriously considering asking one of his sisters to come to school to be a translator for him. His name was on the board; it was some long hard-to-pronounce Russian name, but fortunately for Aeron, he’d never have to actually make some vague and stupid-sounding attempt to pronounce it. Urk. History was much more lecture based, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to find someone to translate for him. The man looked down at his desk at some papers before looking up to approach a group near the back of the room.

indentIt was now that Aeron suddenly noticed the man with the top hat and monocle—to which he promptly began laughing. He probably sounded like an idiot with his ugly, warped voice, but it didn’t much matter to him—it wasn’t like he could hear it anyway. Picking up his pen, he quickly wrote, “How long has that guy been there?” Aeron noted that the teacher was talking to them now, and he tried to hold his laughter in; he didn’t know how loud he was after all, if he was loud at all.


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❝You have to learn the rules of the game.
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Vivianne offered to buy him a thank you snack if he accompanied her to the cafeteria. He glanced back at the building their class was in and raised his left shoulder and smiled, following after Vivianne. "You don't have to buy me anything but I appreciate the offer." he told her as they walked. He let her lead the way since he didn't know where the cafeteria was, but that was fine with him. She asked where he was from and his smile drooped a bit, his body tensing slightly. Questions like that always led to more about a person's past and whatnot. He didn't have anything to hide in his past, he just didn't like talking about it or himself. He felt like he was monopolizing the conversation which bothered him. He was a better listener than he was a speaker. Of course, he couldn't ignore her question; that would be rude, which he definitely wasn't, especially not to pretty girls. He stared ahead as he answered, hoping he could move the conversation away from himself.

"I'm from Michigan, Ann Arbor to be more specific." he told her, his eyes now surveying the school as they passed through it. It really was a nice school, with lots of greenery, flowers, fountains and things like that. Before she could ask another question about him, he abruptly turned it to her. "So what about you? Where you coming from?" He gave her a quick glance and smiled again. He was more relaxed now that they were talking about her instead. Adjusting his light backpack higher on his shoulder he waited patiently for her answer.

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Vivienne, though not hearing any preference for or against going to the cafeteria, decided to head the way of caffeine, figuring that her new friend would demonstrate his opinion of the journey by either following or heading to class. To Vivienne's pleasure, Dominick followed and continued their conversation.

"Michigan? Oh I know this guy from there!", the blonde commented, referring to her former pseudo-boyfriend, Tyler. "There's also a really good art school there too, right?" She'd never been to Michigan, as her North American travels either lead her extremely west or east but with few stops in the middle. "I grew up in Maine but I live between Hawaii and Maine now that my parents are seperated.", she explained, shrugging and sticking her right hand in her back pocket to check to make sure she hadn't dropped her debit card in her fall. Beneath her fingers she felt the raised numbers of the plastic credit card and smiled, relieved that the card was still nestled between the two layers of denim.

"I've been here since my freshman year though, so this is pretty much home.", Vivienne continued. Really, she quite liked St. Rose; it was a nice place to be to get away from the polar extremism of both of her semi-loony parents. The thought of her mother and father caused the lacrosse captain to sigh in frustration, remembering the insane things they'd said and done over the past break. Yes, it was nice to be in Rhode Island and doing her own thing away from them. It wasn't like St. Rose was drama free though, there were crazy accidents occuring left and right as well as the interstudent conflicts but at least here she was completely her own person.

"So are you here for any particular reason?" It seemed that every student at St. Rose was here for one reason or another, usually merit-based. They had dancers, writers, singers, musicians, jocks of a few varieties, painters, photographers, models, actors, etc so it seemed quite likely that this new student was here for some sort of skill.


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Acelin took the doughnut and munched on it. He waited in his desk, pretty sure the conversation was part his involvement for right now. Which meant he had the right-away to eat his doughnut a little and then set it down on his desk and fish out a notebook and pen. Unlike the rest of the students in this room ( from what he knew ), they weren't relying on a special circumstance to allow them to recover their credit. He'd actually have to take notes and what not now.

Though Mars was preoccupied wondering how a white man got a holy doughnut --- though it was obviously through Zoey. Mats sighed lightly on the inside as he redirected his attention to the half-Asian, half-American girl. In some way it was dawning on him how strange it was that Ming didn't resent the girl for being half white.... Though he was going to continue with that thought process, he was ripped back into what Zoey was saying because of where her job was. It was only a nerd-heaven! The Korean's eyes grew wide, " You better get me a discount." Oh, if she didn't she didn't know what horrible things she would endure. And how whiny he would become.

Nathan nodded his head, " That doesn't sound that bad." He commented on her summer with a smile, " You're cousin goes here now?" He had to wonder what it would be like for him to have his cousins scurrying about the campus of St. Rose, begging for an adventure bigger than education. That must be... fun. " Oh, there's a dance? "He wasn't sure how he missed hearing about that but he had. " Err, yeah, I suppose I'm looking forward to it if someone convinces me to go."


Sarafina was growing more and more relaxed by this, even if she didn't get her way, truly she didn't mind the free ride. And he didn't have a terribly bony shoulder nor a big bounce in his step, so she had a place that was almost comfortable to her. A smile came to play on her lips as she contemplated if going to his nest would be that bad of a thing, " Somehow, I don't think I'd mind that. " The Latino let out a small laugh as they continued on this journey, and Tim went to the end of the hallway, seeming to try and decide where they were going to go. " Timothy Dear, you are in luck. " Sarafina paused a moment. She was speaking of the homerooms, as soon as he had asked the question, she had been about to sate her answer --- and then he mentioned how he wanted her to be in Green, which she assumed he must be in. That or he really didn't want to be in the same one as himself. And that would be sad and cruel, she figured they were friends. They began their way towards the cafeteria, leaving Sarafina a little bit of time to decide what, if anything, she wanted.

And then he did an amazing thing; he sat her down, on her feet. Sarafina stood for a moment, looking up at the taller being, plotting her revenge. And it was defiantly decided that here and now was not where she would get the best advantage. " You realize I have to do something to you know, don't you?" usually, she would jsut have sprung at that moment and tackled him to the ground ( or tried to ). Instead, she paused and looked around the cafeteria for a moment, " That. " She told him while pointing to a cupcake that sat in the display. " I really, really want that. "

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ST. ROSE HAS BEEN RELOCATED TO HERE

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