______FORESAKEN ABHORSEN
- ★xxxxxAll she wanted.. was a place to call home.
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★xxxxxWas that really so much to ask..?xxxxx
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「OOC」
Feel free to join in at any time. I'm too lazy to make an official first post explaining everything so all you need to know is this:
► Your characters can be an OC or an actual character.
► Follow the Rules from SHG and Gaia.
► Please stay in character at all times. Anything OOC is to be marked or is outside the RolePlay Subforum.
► Never done an RP before? It's been a while for me so don't feel too bad. Just try thinking of it like this: you're writing a fanfic.. with other people. An interactive fanfic. :] Sounds fun, ya?
► No, you don't have to do it like me. x] I'm a Myspace Roleplayer. We para-RP like crazy so it's kind of an old habit.
「Anyone」
It had been a short and soggy weekend for the staff and students living on the Scarlet Heroes Guild grounds. Spring was coming quickly upon them that early February, already greening the pine trees that lushly populated most of the country's terrain. The residents were still donning their winter collections of heavy and warm clothes since the temperature apparently did not get the memo of the upcoming new season. Rain had replaced snow while ice still refused to melt away and few people not committed to gardening set foot outdoors to risk any form of the elements.
The time was ten til six o'clock in the morning, shades of pink and orange barely peeking over the horizon to greet the new day. Monday. A weekday. By seven, the sun's light would become more prominent and the Guild's long and torturous school day would begin. Due to the winter's influence on lulling many back into their cozy beds to resume dreaming of dreams ranging from nonsense to aspiring visions, there were always at least a handful of tardies. One such dreamer was still bundled up in her blanket smothered bed, pillows lining against the walls to offer better positions for the sleeper.
Only one of her feet was poking out and an arm carelessly draping over the side of her bed, soft coos could be heard deep within her burrow. Beside her bed stood a wooden nightstand equipped with a standard lamp and alarm clock, the latter blaring its alert while flashing '4:00' continuously. Still undisturbed, the youth continued her snooze while her neighbors began to wake and bustle about their morning businesses. One such neighbor, someone whose identity remained a complete mystery to her, seemed to have noted that she was a late riser this morning and banged on the door loud enough to shake her free of her hibernation.
'Ceanna! Wake up! It's six!' Called a very familiar, but still alien voice.
"Alright!" Ceanna's muffled reply went unheard, she knew, but just saying something helped draw her consciousness to the present. She rose, poking her head out of her blankets to look at the door with sleepy hazel eyes. "I'm up!"
No answer.
Ceanna shrugged it off, swinging her feet around in front of her to stand. Her small room was rather warmer than the usual chamber mostly because she layered towels, blankets, and even a few pillows onto her one window beside her bed. For 'surviving the winter', Ceanna was willing to sacrifice her morning glimpses of the gardens since she usually trained in them anyway. Well, on the days she didn't oversleep her four o'clock wake-up call. She switched the alarm off and remained motionless in the deafening silence that suddenly filled her room. Apparently everyone had already tidied up and was already down for breakfast in the cafeteria.
"Joy.." Ceanna rubbed her eyes, then rose to walk over to the dresser across the room. After a few pondering moments of staring at her closet, she grabbed a few clothes from her dresser and a crimson skirt from a hanger, and stepped into her private bathroom to get on with her own morning deeds. Unlike her bedroom, her bathroom was so clean that it could possibly rival that of a hospital's. Everything from the shower to the sink to the toilet was carved from an ivory-colored stone, including her medicine cabinet. To Ceanna, it was pretty but it was also very blank. To the Headmistress, it was the perfect example of cleanliness. Instead of the traditional Guild colors, all the accessories were a dark and pleasant green and they were from the local general store she often visited in her free time.
Toilet seat, toilet rug, shower rug, shower curtains, and even curtains were made for the tiny window above the shower. Ceanna beamed at her bathroom, soaking in the mood the shade of color provided her, and turned on the shower. Steaming water from the Guild's private underground hot springs burst out of the faucet, inviting Ceanna with the same sort of temptation the winter chills did for snoozers. She undressed and slipped in for a few minutes to lather herself with a vanilla scented bar of soap, careful not to dampen her tied up black hair too much. Shortly afterward, she stepped out in a towel and began changing into her selected outfit.
Today wasn't much of a change from any other day. She was wearing her 'rebel' outfit again, one Ceanna had grown fond of due to a sense of individuality. Her crimson skirt was layered under a white shirt and black blazer; a crimson ribbon replacing her usual tie. Her long black hair had been let down while black and red berets decorated her head. A very friendly and approving smile traced along her lips until it touched the rest of her face, erasing her previous drowsy look. Perhaps today will be a very good day.
