Welcome to Gaia! ::

Georgette sighed as he sat down in a chair in the library, dragging his stuffed animal into his arms. His classes were finished and he didn’t have anything else to do. It was too cold to go out and play, because he could get very sick, doctor’s orders after all. So he had been wandering around the academy rooms for a while before ending up here. Georgette shoved his head onto one hand, his arm propped up by the arm of the chair. All that wandering had tired him out and his eyes started to shut of their own accord.



(Wc: 100)

The voice echoing in the library startled Georgette. He shook his head rapidly, banishing the sleep that had been pulling at him. “Well I wasn’t exactly planning on napping here. It’s just that it’s so warm and this chair is so comfy.” He replied to the as yet to be spotted nightmare that had disturbed him, voice filled with disdain. What did they even know, they’d probably been outside rolling around in the wet cold-causing snow. He slide down off the chair and peeked around a bookshelf towards the door. Sure enough, there was a nightmare placing a still snow covered coat onto a hanger. “What brings you in here anyways?”



(Wc: 111)

He snorted at the business comment. Of course it wasn’t his business, but it also wasn’t theirs about where he ended up napping, either. “Name’s Georgette. What’s yours?” He twitched his tail around, eyes narrowed at them. He stomped his hoofs as he moved forwards, eyes lingering on an interesting book here and there. Books were good, but other students were better. Especially since he didn’t have contact with other students often. He always ended up in a desk at the very front of the class, scribbling away at his class work. And that meant he didn’t interact with the other students much.



(Wc: 103)

Georgette rolled his eyes at the unenthusiastic response. “So what part of the academy are in? I’m in Enoch. I want to be a doctor when I’m older, cause I want to make people feel better.” Since he hadn’t interacted with other kids much, he didn’t know how to approach Billie. He felt awkward and it angered him. He just wanted to play or something, but he had no clue how to play anything except perhaps solitaire. His parents didn’t really help the matter at all, since they had shoved him off to school as soon as possible and then split up. “Look, I want to be your friend, ok? But like.. -huff- I don’t know what I’m doing, alright?”



(Wc: 120)

Georgette grinned at Billie, showing off his own set of sharp chompers as he reached out and shook their hand. “Nice to meet ya Billie. I’m Georgette, and I’m really awkward. That’s a neat thing to be when you grow up. You’ll have a lot of customers, I bet.” His tail twitched some more as he started settling down. He looked around, then walked to another chair and pulled it next to the one Billie had been sitting in. “Is it fun outside? I can’t go out... I’ll get super sick.” He sighed again, disappointed at how his health always betrayed him.



(Wc: 102)

He nodded, “Once I’m older, I’ll be better but since I’m a kid I’m really susste-susceptible to it?” He threw one of the big words he’d heard his doctor say in his sentence. “It’s why I want to be a doctor. I want to make people better, just like my doctor helps make me better.” He kicked his hooves against the bottom of his chair, just as a way to keep himself moving. He didn’t want to fall back asleep while talking to this interesting nightmare. “Snow sounds awful. Wet and cold don’t seem like a fun thing to play in to me. Do you play any games? I play solitaire a lot.”



(Wc: 113)

Georgette bounced in his chair excitedly, “Go fish! That sounds neat! I wonder if there are cards in the playroom? Do you wanna go there and play?” He was happy to try anything to stave off his boredom. Perhaps they might even figure out some other things to play while they were in the playroom. He was sure there were things in there buried under other stuff that he hadn’t even looked at yet.



(Wc: 72)

Georgette quickly hopped down too, following behind Billie. He wondered what they’d find in there. Last time he’d been in the playroom he’d met some twins. “Those sound like fun games!” He had no idea what they were about. Especially Candyland, what kind of game could that possibly be?



(Wc: 49)