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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 11:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 6:30 pm
  ╭ ♥ ╮POST: Arriving in her red convertible. Parking it outside of the Lapis house she carried her luggage with her. It seemed that she was the only one who seemed to have arrived on the remote beach house. Lilith shrugged and took out her keys from her pocket, blue eyes scanning over the door before her slender fingers touched the tip of the door knob and opened it.
Her pink hair swayed in the small wind as she had confirmed that she was the only one to arrive at this stage. Taking her luggage upstairs, Lilith had her pick of one of the four rooms, deciding she'd take the best, she dumped her luggage in her room and placed up a protection spell on her door. Her room was in the cylinder tower side of the house.
Meaning no one could steal her room now that she was going out for a swim. Already in her pink checkered two piece swimsuit, Lilith walked down the steps and towards the sea where she immediately stepped into the water til it was waist high on her and began to play with the beach ball she'd brought out with her. throwing it up and letting it land on the water with a splash.
Salty sea water was in her mouth for a second but she didn't swallow and continued to play, a smile on her face as she stared beyond the sea with it's crystal like waters and beautiful animals, it seemed even the sharks knew that they shouldn't bite her and decide to play with her instead.
A few miutes later, Lilith had gotten out of the water and wore her white summer dress and a pair of white heels, she was going to walk to the school, she might as well because it was a short distance from the house.
[EXIT] ╰ ☆ ╯OOC:
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 8:35 pm
 _____________________________________________________________ Trudging through thick, glistening snow of the previous night's storm, Romulus Matteo Valori shivered. Sure, Manhattan got plenty cold, but there was always that little wish the new place would be less frigid in January. The young man could hear the pounding surf in the near distance, accompanied by the shrill cries of gulls. Arriving in front of his assigned home, "The Lapis Lazuli House" as the girl in the office had told him, Romulus paused to examine it's exterior. It looked alright so far - it was big and blue, with a wrap-around deck, quite a few windows, a chimney, and an odd sort of pointed cupola on the left end.
Creek, creek, squeeeeal. Each step in turn made a noise of protest as he ascended. Momentarily dropping his pair of suitcases, he stopped before the wooden door, rummaging for his house key. The door unlocked with an easy click; a nice change for someone used to kicking through such entryways. Wiping his worn and scuffed leather boots on the mat, he quickly surveyed the room. At once, he began methodically inspecting each room, breaking only to open a cabinet or test the kitchen sink. Next, up the stairs to the second floor. One of four bedroom doors was slightly ajar, and upon peering through the opening, discovered that he wasn't the first to arrive at Lapis. Selecting the room on the far side of the house (one window facing the sea, and the other with a view of the path to the town and academy.
Speaking of which.... Romulus chucked his bags against the left wall, and flopped spread - eagled onto the bed. "Uuhhh..." A low moan escaped his defrosting lips. God, that had been a long train ride. But, he had more important matters to attend to than self pity; he was up again, hanging shirts in the closet and pants in the bureau, other small and few personal belongings on the bedside table, and elsewhere. Next, he closed and locked the door, flicked on the light and began to change, stretching his arms before donning a plain white dress shirt and dark slack-y-ish pants. Fashion was never exactly the man's strong point, shall we say. Pulling his favored boots back on, the 21 year-old glanced in the mirror. Romulus rubbed fatigue from his turquoise-blue eyes, and ran a hand through his tousled brown mop, wondering if he should add a tie. He was a teacher, wasn't he supposed to look official?
...Nah, he'd have to fight with the stupid things soon enough. Pulling a thick black jacket on as he went, the tall man locked his door, then the house's, and promptly took off in the direction of the Academy. He ran through the usual mental checklist. The job started now, and in more way than one.
[ Exit : Danger Lake ]±_____________________________________________________________±
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