Bel Esprit Academy (( OPEN/ACCEPTING ))

[tooyrazat]

The ● Awkward Musician

2D perked up when as soon as he heard that Nadia had slipped him a note. He tried not too look excited and stayed cool. “Thanks, love,” he said, warmly. “Though regardless of me mood, I would quite like chatting with you.” 
Not too far away, in the background, he heard a series of crashes and thunks. He didn’t pay much mind, as he was usually the one to make so much noise in his own room. It didn’t seem at all suspicious to the musician. He gave Nadia a nod and a smile. “See ya later, then.” He turned toward his dorm room and headed inside, not conjuring a single curiosity as to where Ronan had gotten to. He looked near his door and found the note the Russian was talking about. Briefly leaning out his door, he flashed another smile at the girl to show that he’d attained it, before pulling back in. He shut his door and held up his mobile along with the little scrap of paper.
Once he’d recorded her number, he pocketed his mobile and set the note on a nearby shelf. The night was left to himself and his devices. As if in some routine trans, 2D shuffled over to his DVD rack. He sat in front of it for a good half hour before selecting his favourite film: ‘Dawn of the Dead’ by George A Romero. That ought’a take his mind of the curiosities of the dance for a while. He grabbed the case, plopped onto his bed, reached over to his antique TV with awful graphics and slipped the DVD into an external player. The screen, which was already on his default SMPTE channel, glitched directly to the main menu of the film. He grabbed the remote and got comfortable, lying on his stomach with a pillow propped beneath his head. He had a good feeling that tonight would get better as time passed.

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

The blonde tapped his chin, "... Last time I spoke with them..." He said slightly sad though his usual bright tone masked it. "Dad is working at the art gallery in the city. I'm assuming he's going to continue to do that until he gets bored." Paris shrugged, "Mom mentioned that they really like him there and that they might try and keep him. That'd be nice; not to move any more." He smiled, "Enough about me though, what about you? I would love to know more." The edge of his lips curled upward; adding to his charm.

[weeirdo]

тнê ● ĦαρþЎ-ɢÒ-Ļυćķφ

"My father owns Rothschild Hotel Empire some business here and there, shipping businesses all over the world. Basically to sum things up, he's got a bit of business in everything out there." She replied. "So how many times have you moved?" She averted the conversion from her. Not that there was much interesting information about herself.

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

Paris nodded, amazed to hear her Father's career and businesses. He figured she must live a nice life and it started to make sense on how she could easily give such an expensive outfit away as if it was buying someone a piece of gum. He chuckled, "Well... I think... about eight times. The last school I was in... I was there for Sophomore year and Junior year before we moved here. I lived in Nevada. It was hot and I didn't really like it since I couldn't wear too many clothes that resembled the Victorian age. I'm really fond of that time period." The blonde's eyes averted out to the window; he was simply thinking about each time they moved. Though once was when he was just a baby and didn't honestly remember it; he was simply told by his parents.

[My Happy Trail]

The ● Cheerleading Captain

It had been awhile since the cheerleading captain left her group of friends. She wanted some time alone in her dorm. There was a dance and a party she needed to plan an outfit for.

Pushing the large doors open, Vittoria strutted into the halls. There were several students randomly down the hall. The air in the dorms was very laid-back; she made her way to the left pass the students that were leaning against the wall talking.

"Hey man, did you hear about tonight?" A skater-looking student asked; Vittoria had recognized him. He was a Junior and pretty well-known in his grade.

"About what? That stupid dance?" His friend who looked similar to him complain. His dark eyes glanced at Vivi, obviously checking her out.

"No man, about what's going on at nine?"

"What's going on at nine?"

"I dunno."

"That's lame."

"No, apparently it's suppose to be something big. I really wanna check it out." The skater laughed.

A smirked crept along her lips, "Oh?" She replied acting as if she wasn't the originator of the rumor. "Like oh my God, I like didn't like hear about this. Like what's going on?" She pushed her prideful smirk away to a curious facade.

The skater shrugged his shoulders, "It's been going around school since the pep rally ended. Something big is going to happen at nine but no one knows what it is."

"Sounds like bullshit to me." His friend replied.

"Maybe but like who the hell knows what some people are capable of." Vivi shrugged as well but left just as quickly as she had appeared. The cheerleader made it to her dorm; once the door was closed she released a cackle of excitement.

"Like no way, it's like already going around campus!! And like no one knows it's like totally me! This is going to be like the best night ever!" She erupted in cackles again though quieter than before.

She couldn't allow anyone to hear her so she played her music. Mainly mainstream, what's ever popular if it wasn't lame.

Vivi blasted it in her room; it was loud enough to be heard in the hallway near her room.

[weeirdo]

тнê ● ĦαρþЎ-ɢÒ-Ļυćķφ

She nodded her head, her gaze still out the window. "That must be nice," she replied. Her mind wandered down memory lane for a moment, and the atmosphere within the car changed, but as fast as it changed, it disappeared also. Sitting up straighter as they approach school ground, she turned to face Paris, a wide beautiful smile on her face. "Excited for the dance?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

Noticing they were returning back to Bel Esprit; Paris nodded. "Of course I am! The moment I heard about it I was excited. I've always been a fan of parties and I'm known to be quite the social butterfly." He smiled with a wink, "So making new friends and getting to know more people is what I love the most."

[Sentimo]

The ● Lone Wolf

It almost didn't feel like an exaggeration at all when Nicodemus, a new student, thought that the process for students evacuating the bleachers dragged on for, literally, forever. After examining the photos he took of the performance and packing away the small black Canon Powershot that he carried around for spontaneous purposes, he had slung his camera case's strap over his neck and shoulder and filed out with the rest of the students. Nico, as he preferred to be called among his peers, had only been at the school for two days and it seemed that he had come just in time for all the special events. First a pep rally, then a friendship dance, and then some new rumor about something else happening later on. He hadn't even finished unpacking pajamas and he already needed a tuxedo.

It's not like he was overwhelmed or anything. As a matter of fact, it was only his second day and he already felt too used to the school already; minus the fact it still took him a bit of time to find his dorm. He had to admit that the school was fairly luxurious and large compared to his old high school. "Well, if you're going to go out as a senior, you might as well do it in style.", he figured. In the end, he already felt content and even somewhat satisfied with his new educational routine. He had cool classes and had signed up for three clubs, all of which he was looking forward to.

Looking down the hall at the passing students, Nicodemus sighed as he opened the door into his dorm and walked in. Making friends was not the problem - it was finding the right ones. "It took enough time to finally get close to my own friends, and now I have to make new ones... Ugh, such a large school.", he slightly pouted at the thought and closed his eyes as he plopped down onto his bed. He grabbed his pillow and squished it against his face, his stomach facing the ceiling as he took a moment to focus his thoughts on the dance.

"Okay, so maybe if I call Mom... Or Dad? Eh, I don't know. Maybe if I call one of them, they can bring me one of my tuxedos... Or a dress shirt or something. Oh, wait, maybe I --", he paused in thought to lift the pillow off his face and bend his neck to examine his body, "Damn." he muttered. He wasn't wearing anything suitable for a dance. Just a cotton gray v-neck shirt, dark jeans, and black converse.

With a sigh of defeat, he sat up and took out his iPhone. Ignoring the urge to play Temple Run, he quickly used his speed-dial.

"... Hello, Mom? Yeah, hi. I was wondering if you could find me a dress shirt...? What? No, not the one from Jacob's wedding - there's tapioca stains on that. Actually, you mind throwing that out, too? Oh, well I don't know... Something fancy - for a dance. Yes, a dance.", he spoke into the phone before taking a moment to let out an awkward chuckle, ""Haha, no... No chaperones."


(First post. Phew, lol.)

[Dio Xavier]

The ● Wonder from "Down Under"

When Dio arrived in the locker room, the soccer coach was finishing informing the team that due to time constraints, practice would be extra intense. Everyone looked very sour, as if they had been sucking on lemons. One of Dio's teammates, Az, stated, "But coach, that'll make us all sweaty."
"And? The ladies like a good sniff of man-sweat." Az's mouth quickly became a thin line; he was clearly offended. "Hormones and junk. You'll want a lady tonight for the dance." Az blinked, bit his lip, and seemed to accept the strange information. Probably to avoid outside conflict.
Dio, who was changing into his gear, saw this. He audibly scoffed. The coach turned toward him and asked, "Got something to say, Xavier?" with a hint of menace.
"Yep. That's s**t, is all." Dio continued to change, pulling on his jersey.
"What was that?" The coach asked with a false tone of curiosity. Everyone was very aware that Dio's response could make or break practice today.
"Said, 'That's s**t.'" Dio paused for a moment, making eye contact with the coach. He raised his eyebrows and added, "Not everyone wants or needs a chick. And not all chicks, you know, like sniffin' sweat. Both thoughts are stupid and inconsiderate." Dio glanced around the room and saw that his teammates looked reproachful, although he figured most of them probably agreed.
"Oh, you think so, Xavier?"
"Know so. Hell, I've got a gay--"
"So, by extension, I'm stupid?"
Dio squinted at the man, knowing exactly where this was going. No way out of this, we're all gonna get it. He quickly glanced at Az. He appeared angry, but Dio could see that his anger wasn't entirely genuine. He inclined his head ever so slightly, acknowledging Dio's efforts. "Didn't say that, a--" The coach cut him off by rapidly turning to the rest of the guys and announcing that due to Dio clearly insulting him, practice would be much more rigorous than he had previously planned it to be. He turned back toward Dio with a smirk on his face. "Got anything else to say, smartass?"
Dio was keenly aware of the reactions of the rest of the lockerroom. At that moment, they despised him, just because he was being honest. Just because he stuck up for the kid that remarked in the first place - the coach was forcing heteronormativity on everyone. s**t ain't right. This wasn't the first time something like this happened. He had a moment of quick introspection and decision.
This is why I don't have friends. ******** 'em.
Dio finished dressing and strode past the coach. He flipped the bird at the coach and waved it at him from the doorway. "Yeah. ******** you, Shirley. Now let's get this s**t started."
He strode outside, he could feel the hatred of his teammates radiating out of the building.
If it gives peace to Az or even knocks that b*****d coach down a peg, it's worth it.

((Now that I've edited that post some four times after submitting it, I think I've got it down.
Welcome, Sentimo! biggrin ))

[XxAcid_MichiyukixX]

The ● Rebelious Schizophranic
Today was the day of that dread dance, there was only one thing good about dances. That thing was causing chaos and pulling all sorts of pranks. Dances were usually dark except the occasional flash of a strobe light and the music was loud so it hid noises well. Shawn couldn’t wait to come up with something but he didn’t know what. Normally he wouldn’t attend such things because he found them stupid and unneeded. Either way it would be a fun thing to go to, but for now he was just going to stroll the hallways.

It was a usual day for him, bored out of his mind and just walking around trying to find someone to talk to or something to do. Eventually he found his way into the cafeteria and he picked up and small Kiwi fruit and some strawberries. He plopped down into a seat and began to peel his fruit, before taking a bite out of it. At that instance his eyes seem to shine in happiness. “Mmmmm so good,” He mumbled as he enjoyed the juiciness of it.

After he was done eating his rabbit food he headed back on his way just walking around the school. He let his mind wander into devious thoughts while the voices in his head buzzed in the background. The voices would often chime in with ideas, some dangerous others harmless yet Juvenile. There was still no way he would take them into consideration.

[smileUPONme MD]

~ The ● Orphan~

Kestrel was about to reply when he heard a curious drumming noise. He paused for a moment. Is Rakuen making that noise? he wondered. The idea of the other kid playing around relaxed him and he sighed a breath of relief. Well, here it goes! He pulled open the door and stepped out, looking around for Rakuen briefly before spotting him and walking into the other room.

"What do you think?" He turned around a little, pretending to show off, and chuckled. "Not the look of a rich man, but I like it." He smiled, showing an expression of pride for the brown outfit. He didn't have fancy shoes, or even a tie. He just wore what looked like a worn out, passed down and old suit coat with matching pants and a golden vest atop a cheap, faded dress shirt. The whole garment looked like it was past its prime, but Kestrel smiled brightly while he looked at his friend.

(One zillion years later. <<; I'm really sorry Rae. Teehee. >>)

[MadHatter230]

The ● Nerd

When was the dance going to start? Sighing she rolled her chocolate brown eyes she sighed. Kelly walked to the mirror in the small bathroom,still good. Licking her lips she grinned, imagining again, the cheerleaders body on the ground with a knife plunged into her. After a few minutes she shook her head. What was wrong with her? She nearly had like a killer side of her. She noted it's been happening since she was eleven.

[OOC: Sorry that I haven't replied in awhile, i've been busy~ ]

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Aspiring Model

Playing out the last few beats; Rakuen slowly turned his head towards Kestrel's direction. Even though all of his hair concealed the other from sight; the Japanese boy gently smiled in anticipation. Placing his left hand down with the drum stick under his palm; he pushed and turned himself to face Kestrel. Rakuen adjusted in his spot while his lavender eyes stayed on the other. The outfit wasn't what Rakuen expected; especially for the dance that night.

Having a soft grip on his sticks; Rakuen tilted his head slightly to the side. His expression was contemplative; as if trying to figure something out. "No, it is not..." He agreed back with a thoughtful tone. Eventually, a smile reappeared on his face; he let go of his drum sticks and let them lay on his bed while clasping his hands and nodding. "I get it!! It is old because you inherit it! I was so confused; I thought that it was not common that families did that in your country." Hopping off his bed, he took a few steps over to Kestrel. He had his hands out; unsure if it was alright to touch and feel the fabric of the old and worn coat. The little Freshman had been under the impression Americans didn't really value inheritance.

"I like it, I like it so much." Rakuen brought his hands back to his chest; he seemed to radiate his own happiness while turning towards the dresser to Kestrel's left but still remaing in front of the older boy. "You gave me an idea; I know what I want to wear to the Friendship dance but I must ask... How old is it? Who is it from?" The Japanese boy seemed a bit too excited over the old piece of clothes but he was honestly amazed by it; even if he misunderstood or didn't understand. He was still giddy over it.


(( It's cool xD At least you got a post in before the party this Sat. ))

[smileUPONme MD]

~ The ● Orphan~

"Thank you. My care-taker gave this to me a week before school started, specifically for the upcoming dances. It's very special to me." He looked to the side, seemingly a little embarrassed to admit that the outfit held so much importance to him.

"Well, Mr. Patrickson, he and a elderly woman named Nancy take care of all of the kids at the orphanage, wore this when he was my age." He quickly considered Mr. Patrickson's current age, his own, and did a simple math problem in his head. "That makes it about fifty years old." He watched as Rakuen moved toward the dresser, interested in what kind of idea he'd given his classmate.

(xD Yeah! I'm hoping I can get in a couple more, actually!)

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Aspiring Model

"Oh... fifty years? Oh," Rakuen knelt down to the bottom dresser and opened it up, "Mine, it is not as old as yours." He looked up at Kestrel as if just registering something, "Care-taker... that is a very... formal term for your parents." He chuckled, not fully understanding why Kestrel mentioned a care-taker. He didn't want to be rude and question it further; despite how odd it was for the son of an Orphanage owner to have a care-taker or a nanny, if that's what he meant. It didn't seem like that type of business would be profitable but if Kestrel was going to school at Bel Esprit Academy it had to mean something.

Pulling out a blue, oriental-styled top, an icy designed obi and what seemed to be white sleeves connected at the chest. Rakuen held his clothes closed to his body and pushed the drawer closed. He stood up and quickly grabbed a pair of white stockings from the top drawer; stuffing them in the cluster of clothes he had in his arms.


(( Sweet! 8D

So the reason this took forever to write is because I had to go back and check if Kestrel mentioned "care-taker" to Rakuen. xD It seems he just referred to them as his "parents". ))