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 Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 7:46 pm
`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ `•.¸¸.••`•.•●•۰• ••.•  `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ `•.¸¸.••`•.•●•۰• ••.• And of course Bree was beaming. Breeming? No, that sounds stupid. She was happy, though, that Dimitri remembered her; after all the bulk of their one conversation was about how she was the plain one and he was oh so zesty.
"Yep!" She chirped, but soon noticed something in his face, a look that nudged her to ask, "What's, uh, goin' on~?" She could sense something about him, maybe just the natural melancholy he dragged around, and regardless fired a double dose of cheer his way as she rocked heel and toe in the lonely hallway.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 10:10 pm
~Dimitri O'Sullivan~  Man, that smile was so bright. It gleamed through his thick sunglasses as if they weren't even there and stabbed his pupils like daggers. Seriously, how someone could be so bright in composition was unbelievable. It made it apparent that the fog in his mind truly did exist. The rattling of his brain ceased from being foggy after hearing her speak directly to him. "Oh, uh, apologies. It's just... a bit chilly. I remembered I didn't have my jacket and tried to remember..."Suddenly he was able to completely recall it all. It was the Autumn festival where he loaned his jacket to her on that odd night before he disappeared. It made a lot of sense but so shocking she actually remembered his appearance all the way from down the hall. Did he stand out that much. "Suddenly, destiny happened, and I ran in to you. So, hi."His composition was pretty stoic but mostly due to his long periods of thinking. _______________________________________
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 9:13 am
`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ `•.¸¸.••`•.•●•۰• ••.• `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ `•.¸¸.••`•.•●•۰• ••.•
"Hehe! You always talk like that?" Asked Bree shifting side to side now. "But I think I have your jacket in my dorm. We can go get it~"
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 11:25 pm
~Dimitri O'Sullivan~ "Talk like that? I'm... unorthodox in speech..."Dimitri noted awkwardly, a shy smile lightly peeking from his scarf with he notion of his gloved finger touching over the hair strands of his face. Talking with other casually was unusual for him. Most of his life was dedicated to hobbies. The way he learned to speak was from documentaries and musicians of older times. So, speaking averagely wasn't easy. His lazy eyelids and attention perked at the idea of going to her down for his clothing. That was... unusual for him and offers weren't always thrown his way but he truly wanted his jacket. "If you are so humble enough to invite me, I am in no position to refuse I suppose..."He trailed offed, fingers slithering into his pockets and awaiting to be led to wherever she was roomed. [EXIT] _______________________________________
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 3:42 pm
`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ `•.¸¸.••`•.•●•۰• ••.• `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ `•.¸¸.••`•.•●•۰• ••.•
"Kay!" Said Bree after giggling a bit. She started to skip off down the hall when the sound of the bell struck her and threw off her rhythm slightly. "Oh... Guess I'm gonna have to skip this one." She kept it to herself; lest she let on her delinquency to anyone else for whom it wasn't obvious at the moment--to keep a secret to herself, as it were.
{exit}
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 11:08 am
₳℞Ｏ℧℟₳  ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± It seemed as though weeks had gone by in a matter of minutes to her. Though that could be attributed to the fact she probably forgot all of that time. For once however Aroura knew she was suppose to be heading for class. But she didn't exactly know which one. "Where am I again..? What are the classes again?" She mumbled to herself, a bit perplexed. The halls were empty, and she could hear soft muffled speaking, which she assumed were teachers instructing their classes. It was miracle she even knew what a teacher was. This rather common occurrence of being lost in thought caused Rorry to completely space out and not realize where she was going. Not only making her even more lost but also leading up to a hard face plant into a wall at the end of the hallway. A loud smack emitted from the small girl as well as a small squeak in discomfort. At least it wasn't a tree this time. Oh dear lord, Roura, not this again. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 2:34 pm
  /// 182yo Vampyre /// Battle and Wars of the Gods Teacher /// One For The MoneyNikolas was strolling through the halls, happily avoiding the class he was supposed to be in and teaching. He wistled softly as he passed classrooms containing busy instructors. He glanced at a sign, noting that he was now pretty far from his own class. 'Good. Good.'Nikolas turned his head just in time to see a black-haired girl run straight into a wall. Baffled at how she had managed to do this but not caring fo rher well-being, he approached her and set a hand on her shoulder. "Oi, there's a wall there, chika." Nikolas stated blatantly. 
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 3:26 pm
₳℞Ｏ℧℟₳ ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± The girl merely stood there for several moments. Taking in the wall. That glorious wall. "Ow." Rorry mumbled, still having her face pressed firmly against the wall. Suddenly she was approached by a somewhat fimilar voice. "Eh? Oh uhm.. I know." She responded quickly, stepping back just enough to remove her tiny self from the wall. As well as slipping her shoulder out from under his hand. "Aren't you a teacher or something?" She asked, almost in a rude manner. Oh dear lord, Roura, not this again. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 9:37 pm
/// 182yo Vampyre /// Battle and Wars of the Gods Teacher /// One For The MoneyNikolas scoffed. "And aren't you a student?" He retorted back sharply. This girl seemed familiar, but Nikolas was never good with faces, seeing as he had seen 182 years worth of faces. As Nikolas looked at her face, he realized this was that girl from his class. The quiet one he figured seemed easy to manipulate. A smirk spread across his face. "What was your name again, miss?" He asked, much more calmly and collected, in some attempt to get this girl to like him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 4:19 pm
Ｊ工れ 爪丹Ｋ口匕口 ╔═══════════════════════════ Where I am:Halls Who's around me: Nikolas, Rorry OutOfYandere: ══════════════════════ ҰANÐERE ┭┭┭┭┭┭┭┭ «✄I͔f̯̫͔ ̭̙͈̻͍̮̹I̼ ̗̹̯̺͎c̯̩a͖̗̫̲̙ṋ̯̗̠̱̲̖'̙̹͓̫̖̻ṱ ͓ͅh̼a̩͔̼v̰̠̘e̘̼̻͍͉͇͔ ͚͙̘m̭̹͚y͙͕̼͚ ̞s̟̭e͔̤̹̘n̼̘̣p̩͕̼͖̯̣a͉̖̦͉i̯̹̯͚̠̮͎.̮͉̲.̪̟.̭͎̠ ≈☣≈ The Yandere was walking the halls for his free period. A yawn coming from his mouth as he looked around, snickering when the girl face planted into the wall. The watching as the male gave her a kind of comfort. But then he just sat down against the wall. He could use this to nap. .͓̳͚̥̦ͅ.̻͉̯̼.̩͖͙̞̜̹̙ ̰͕͙͓̫̖N͍o̦̗ ̲̖̫͉O̫̤̲n̞̻͎̰͔e͔͓ ̣̜C̺̥̥̪a̻͚̪̥͖̬n̞͇͎̩.̳̱̠.̬̪̘.͕͉̯.̜͙ ✄»
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