Stratous Magus (closed)
Stratous Magus Deep in the heart of Cloud Metro, the great city that sits among the clouds..... http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/a...pspdv26kt5.jpg ...There lies a most prestigious school—that of Stratous Magus. Those born with powers go there to learn how to use them and for what means. To be heroic, or to be villainous? Within these ancient halls, who knows what may await the gifted youth. But the opening ceremony is about to begin so it's time to get ready. |
Characters Kat Dakuu SPOILER~Wild Spirit Wolf~ SPOILERSarahbelle SPOILERNaruto Forever SPOILERDrenaDragon SPOILER |
High up in the city as they were, the sun lit everything so that the school grounds shone green, blue, white, and gold. It looked a little unreal. Tumaini frowned on the edge of the courtyard which sat in the middle of the school he would be attending. Most students started at the age regular humans did their high schooling, but this would be his first year to attend. He applied too late--a part of him almost didn't want to go--and did not get accepted in time. Although he didn't procrastinate with that goal in mind, he felt relieved at the time. Now he just felt apprehensive. Other students walked past him toward the tower at the school's center, but he just stood there.
The opening ceremony. What would it be like? Would every student that would attend the school be stuffed into one great hall? Without a super parent to tell him about the school, he didn't know what to expect. Despite the fact he looked lost though, he knew exactly which way to go. The students arrived on a special tram car that could only be accessed by those accepted into the school and the staff. He received an ID card in the mail with his acceptance and by swiping it, certain unacceptable parts of the city opened up to him. It was strange how that worked, but the letter also gave all the instructions he needed for this day. He just didn't want to follow through. Sighing, Tumaini forced his legs to start working again, but he'd long since stopped paying attention to his surroundings and just walked forward with a dazed and rather doomed sort of air. |
The young white-haired girl stood on the edge of the grounds, steeling herself against the wave of emotions she was about to dive into. One would think this was a normal thing for a teenager, especially one starting at a new school, but this was entirely different. The emotions she had to brace against were not her own, but those of everyone around her. Fifteen-year-old Rosemary Hunter was not a normal girl, but a superpowered citizen of the sky city, Cloud Metro. This was a place where superheroes- and supervillains- were born, raised and trained. And the school she was about to enter was the most prestigious of all, Stratous Magus. This was where supers learned to control their powers. This was where legends were made. Rosemary was not ready. But she stepped forward anyway, out of sheer will and a need to control her abilities. I can do this. Just breathe. She told herself, and joined the stream of students heading for the opening ceremony.
Meanwhile, a young man who's appearance almost screamed "villain in training" was also preparing for the opening ceremony. He had been going to the super school for a while, and he would just as soon have skipped the ceremony, but he was under surveillance. After his stunt with the tool shed the night before- he smirked at the memory of the groundskeeper's rage- he wouldn't be causing any trouble that day. At least...not yet. Sixteen-year-old Calcifer Night, Cal for short, was the resident "bad boy" of Stratous Magus, and that was saying a lot considering how many villains had walked those halls. Most of the younger or meeker students were afraid of him. Some even ran away just at the sight of him, even though he had never harmed another student...at least, not on purpose. Not that they knew about. It was his reputation, the knowledge of what he could do, that frightened them. And he liked it that way. It was better for everyone if people kept their distance. Thinking this, the boy sighed and headed towards the great hall, making sure to keep a good distance from the other students as he went. He wore his trademark scowl the whole way. |
Oliver could practically feel his bones shaking he was so nervous. The tram car was packed full of the last bundle of students who were arriving at school. He licked his lips, feeling as though his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any moment. The tram car came to a slow stop, and Oliver felt himself half stumbling off and half being pushed off by the people behind him. He really didn't want to go to school. He had spent the last year in the hospital, surrounded by only a few nurses and doctors, and before that he was mostly in solitude. Now he was surrounded by tons of other students, and it was too much for him to take.
He let the sleeves of his grey sweater fall over his hands and carefully held the end of it in his fists so that his sleeves covered his hands fully. He walked while keeping his eyes carefully trained on the ground, not wanting to look at all the people around him. His steps toward the school were slow, his feet dragging slightly. The urge to just turn around and run was strong, but he knew that he shouldn't. He was lucky to be going here, even if he was coming two years late. You can do this Oliver, he told himself stubbornly, Just get through this. He looked up for just a second as he was closer the school. It was huge, just as he expected, and there were tons of people piling in all at once. It was terrifying. Oliver found himself only becoming anxious than ever. He really did hate new things. "I don't wanna do this..." he mumbled. But nonetheless he continued to walk toward the school, trying to avoid thinking of absolutely everything that could go wrong. The next thing he knew though, he was being pulled out of his anxious thoughts when he walked face first into something. Or rather, someone. "Fu- shi- dam- shoot," he finally said, steadily avoiding all the curse words that wanted to come out of his mouth, "Sorry." He looked up through his glasses to face another boy who was only a bit taller than Oliver himself, but tall enough that it was easy to see the difference. The boy had streaky red hair, which was probably the first thing that caught Oliver's attention. He had never really seen red hair before. "I wasn't watching where I was going," he said. xXx Ava was sitting outside, watching the flood of students who were just arriving. She had arrived about an hour or so ago, and had already checked everything out. Her excitement of starting this school had been too much, so she had purposefully got here early. But of course, that meant that now she had a lack of things to do. She didn't want to just go sit in the school and wait for the entrance ceremony, that would have been far too boring. So instead she decided that she'd sit on a bench near the entrance and watch all the students, both new and old. She judged them all slightly, trying to decide who she would like to befriend, and who seemed too unapproachable... for now. She would give bright smiles to others as they walked in, wondering if everyone else was as excited as she was. This was her first year of high school after all, and she wanted to make the most of it. |
Tumaini stumbled as a force hit him from the right. Twisting with a small gasp, he found himself looking at a blonde boy about the same age as him. Not that he spent a lot of time inspecting people and figuring just what a sixteen year old should look like. After opening his mouth once, he realized that he hadn't in fact said a thing. "It's fine," he murmured back in a soft voice that didn't suit his more exotic and almost tough appearance. Neither of them appeared to be hurt though so he just shifted to the side and continued toward the ceremony. "Please excuse me. I'm going to be late." It would be best not to linger. Never mind that he never wanted to hurry to the building ahead of them in the first place.
xxx Tarja sat on one of the cushioned pews that lined the great reception hall. Just like the previous years, the room sparkled after its normal hibernation during the year. Few events warranted such a large space and only on opening day and a few other events did this great center room see use. The pews faced a shot stone stair at the end of the long hall. Stained glass windows let colored light stream in, making patterns in pearl, rose, and jade. By this point in the morning, people already filled most of the hall. Seats in the front housed the school's teachers and as an older and ambitious student, Tarja sat in the second row on one side, close enough to hear and see everything with detail. She tapped her foot one more time and right on cue, the bell struck as it made it's slow count up to nine. When it finished, the headmaster would begin his speech and Tarja would finally get to move on with her day. Just another school year, and her last at that. She intended to make her best of it, so no slow pokes better get in her way of it. |
Despite her age, this was not Jenny's first year at the school so she was very used to the tradition of the opening ceremony. In fact, she had arrived there a bit ahead of schedule and sat cross-legged in a pew reading a book as people filed in, seemingly unphased by the chatter of friends reuniting.
Crispin, meanwhile, arrived roughly on time with a group of boys, friends he'd made last year that he was happy to see again. They were laughing and joking around, and he took a lot of teasing from them but didn't really protest, although his cheeks did redden. He looked around with some curiosity to see who else was there as they took a seat. Marcela... well... she had no desire to attend the ceremonies. She was off on another part of campus just doing as she pleased when a staff member found her and dragged her there. She plopped down in a seat, looking a little grumpy, somewhat disheveled, and completely disinterested in the whole affair. |
Rosemary arrived in the great hall just about on time, maybe a bit early, and saw immediately that this was going to be difficult. Taking a breath, she prepared all of her mental barriers and took a seat near the front of the room. She would be close to the teachers here, and among the more studious group. She found that people who took their work and studies seriously were more reserved with their emotions and didn't broadcast them as much, making it easier for her to not feel them.
Calcifer showed up late, when there were almost no seats left. This was be design, so he would have an excuse to sit in the very back of the room- which is exactly what he did. He plopped into a chair and rocked it back onto it's back legs, putting is feet up on the seat in front of him. No one was around to really bother him about it, except a grumpy looking girl he sort of recognized, so he got a bit of a break. |
Oliver nodded at the boy he bumped into and simply stood in his spot as he watched the taller boy walk away. He let out a breath and then wiggled his fingers a bit before putting them back into his sweater sleeves. He already hated being here. A few second after everyone was told to grab seats, and Oliver did so gratefully. He felt that if he stood any longer he would pass out on the spot. This was too much for him to take in all at one. People rushed the seats, which admittedly made Oliver jump at first. He didn't move to grab his own seat before he saw that most of the crowd was sitting. He didn't want to fight anyone or push through anyone. He slowly made his way to the near back, noticing that there were less people there.
He took a seat at the very end of the third last row, allowing him a quick escape just in case he felt too overwhelmed. He doubted it would happen, but the safer the better. At first there was no one beside him, but as the last people started piling in the row filled up. He didn't try to make any sort of conversation with the person beside him, he didn't even want to look at them. He didn't trust himself. He knew that once he got passed day one, today, he would be able to be more open to people. It didn't take him too long to adjust to new things, but for now everything was still a bit of a shock. xXx Avaline had quickly taken a seat near the front, practically bouncing in her seat as she waited for the ceremony to start. She started to talk excitedly to the people beside her, though her voice just became part of the loud buzz that was forming in the hall, and she could barely hear herself. She didn't care though, or maybe she just didn't notice, but Ava just kept talking, moving her hands in excited motions. Every few minutes she would look towards the front to see if anyone was talking yet, to no avail however. It wasn't until a good ten or twenty minutes later that someone came up and asked--or rather told--everyone to "quiet down". |
Tumaini shuffled into a seat somewhere in the middle, but on the edge since when he tried to sit earlier, someone shoved past, and then someone else, and then someone else. His quiet 'excuse me' never got heard so he ended up only stealing a seat at the end. Which was fine really. He didn't think he wanted in the middle of the loud, chatty bunch that made up his row. As the ceremony started and the room quieted--though it never fell silent--he found himself zoning out. There was no way he would make friends at this place was there? He was an unsavory sort of character. Yep, he should never have accepted. Hanging his head to stare at the shining wood floors, he accepted that truth.
After the assistant principle of the school, a rather short and frail looking man, came to the front and shushed the students in a voice that didn't seem to belong to him, Tarja shifted her attention. Not that she hadn't heard this speech before, but it was ten times more interesting than the people around her. A white haired girl sat on her left, looking a little tense in her seat. Definitely not worth talking to. No far away, some new and ridiculous girl kept up a constant chatter. Tarja couldn't hear her words, but it was more than enough to turn up her nose. Tarja has no time for such people. As the principle took the stage, she steeled herself for another extra long, scripted speech from a woman whose ferocious appearance was only surpassed by her beauty. The tall woman who lead their school wore a purple sleeveless dress that hugged her curves and flowed loose around her legs. A sheer black shawl left the twisting black snake tattoos revealed to their eyes as well as the spiders creeping up her legs. The only thing that made her look professional was the careful bun her copper hair twisted up in. "I would like to welcome back all returning students as well as the new recruits to our hallowed ranks. I hope we will have a productive and well manner year here and that all will learn their course in life. Here at Stratous Magus, nothing is more important than our students goals. Be prepared to reach them because here, not even the sky is the limit," the principle began. She continued to speak, going over the expectations of the year as well as the rules, most of which were obvious. No using your powers to harm other students. No using them to break the curfew and go to town after the last tram ran. The curfew of course, was rather lenient as far as those went. Most students had no issue managing being in their room by midnight. They library was open until curfew. All books should be respected as well as the other common grounds. If a mandatory meeting was called, it was mandatory, no exceptions. Meals were served at the posted hours and if you missed them, food must be bought in the small store separated from the mess hall. Once the list was completed, the principle stepped aside to let the teachers introduce themselves and that was it. Thirty minutes after it started, the students were released to move into their assigned dorms. |
Lalita barely paid any attention during the opening ceremony, she was too busy writing in her notebook of ideas. She had way too many ideas of messing with people and she was rather emerged into the writing of these ideas to pay any attention. As she was finishing up she noticed that everyone was moving around, she tilted her head in confusion. It then occurred to her that the ceremony was already done, she nodded her head as she understood that was the case. That being said she was slightly lost in what they were supposed to do. She stood up and decided to listen in on some conversations to get an idea of what was happening. She overheard someone say something about dorms, understanding this new piece of information she walked out of the hall toward the dorms. Now, what room was she assigned? She forgot. She shook her head, it'll come to her eventually.
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Rosemary had only just barely made it through the ceremony. She had been wrong, the people up in front had been radiating just as much emotion as anyone else, and it was overwhelming. The only thing that had gotten her through was the principal, who radiated a confidence that Rosemary was able to hold onto. "She'd have to be confident, to be the principal of this school...and to wear those clothes." She muttered to herself as she wandered towards the dorms.
Calcifer sighed in relief when the ceremony was over. He knew the rules already- he had broken most of them- so he had tuned out the entire thing. He got up and started walking out of the great hall, wondering who he would be put in a dorm with this time. Probably someone annoying...but then, he thought everyone was annoying. |
Lalita entered the dorms, as she did she remembered what dorm room she was assigned. She walked through the halls while humming a random tune. Now where exactly was her room, she wondered as she scanned the room numbers as she walked passed. She stopped in front of the room with the number she recognized as her assigned room. "This is the place?" she wondered aloud as she opened the room door 'I wonder who I'll be rooming with? I hope their fun!' she thought with a smile as she walked into the room.
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Tarja didn't need to glance at her information to remember her assigned room number. Newly accepted students got that information with their acceptance letter, but the school's main bulletin board housed a sheet as well. Returning students usually referred to that, but Tarja demanded that information the second she arrived on the first tram here. Room 38b in Terra Fawn Hall. With determined steps, she passed the crowds milling around the hovering board in the courtyard and found her room in a matter of minutes. The same keycard that allowed access to the Stratous Magus tram held the coding for their rooms so a simple scan of that let her in. Hopefully it would be better than last year.
Tumaini lingered in the back, reaching the courtyard after most of the crowds already mobbed it. His slow pace and meekness left him getting pushed aside like this so he couldn't do more than look up and try to see something over every one's heads. The message board hovered. Somehow, some way, it hovered. The room postings seemed to shine and it took him a minute to realize the 'board' may not have been a board at all. He couldn't be sure, but it seemed to expand out of a single point at the mouth of a black orb about the size of a grape fruit. Shaking his head at the wonders of this pace, he hurried past. Tumaini already knew his number and shuffled his way there, absorbing a little extra sunlight before he reached his destination. |
Jenny really wasn't paying much attention to the people around her, rather lost in her book, until everything quieted down and she took the cue to close the book and look up at the podium. She tried to pay attention out of respect, but when she surmised that it was all nearly the same as last year, her mind began to wander to more interesting things, such as counting the number of polka-dots on the shirt of the girl sitting in front of her, running through a mental checklist of things to do once the assembly ended, or even coming up with different ideas of where her favorite show might be going in the upcoming episode and trying to come up with a probability that her favorite character will finally end up with someone this time. What? She had a slight touch of whimsy to her, too.
When the assembly ended and everyone got up to leave, she hurried quietly on her way to her room to get to unpacking her things. She arrived shortly before her roommate and set to work, methodically unpacking books, a few technological gadgets, and her clothes. She was very neat and orderly and had very few things to personalize her side of the room - no posters or anything like that, just a small framed picture of her with her parents that she sat on her desk and a quilt her grandmother made that she neatly spread over her bed. ----- Crispin got up and stretched when the meeting ended and then headed out to look at the board with his buddies. He scanned it over and was a little disappointed that he hadn't been placed with any of them this year. Oh well, usually there was some sort of reasoning behind the living arrangements, he figured. Besides, this was a chance to make a new friend. The others went off without him as he looked at the board once more before heading off to his assigned room. "Yeah, I'll see you later!" He called out to them, but only got a casual wave back from one. That was normal, though, as he usually was more of a tag-along than an important part of the group. When he got to his room and opened the door, he found a red-head boy roughly his own age already in there. He gave a cheerful smile to the other and offered a handshake in greeting. "Hello, roomie! My name is Crispin." Unpacking could wait, there was a new person to meet! (this is of course assuming Tumaini got there first? If not, Crispin paused in his packing to greet him on his arrival. up to you) ----- (will post for Marcela tomorrow... I ran out of steam) |
Gathering her courage and braving the crowd of people around the board, Rosemary managed to find her dorm number. She gratefully walked towards the dorms, where there were less people- and less emotions. After several minutes of searching, she found her room. She went in, and found that another girl was already there, and had set up. "O-oh, um...h-hello..." Rosemary stammered softly. "I'm Rosemary. Y-you must be m-my roommate?" She asked.
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Tumaini walked in the door only seconds before his roommate and startled to hear the voice behind him. He'd only paused to drop his bag and start inspecting the thermostat. It read too low for his taste, but he turned to face the owner of the voice first. "Hello," he managed after clearing his throat. The other boy looked to be about his age, but infinitely more friendly. He offered his best smile back and shook Crispin's hand after a second of hesitation. The gesture felt strange to him and he rubbed his gloved hands together afterwards, not sure what to do with them.
"Er...I'm Tumaini. Nice to meet you..." Though he didn't know how much he meant that. Crispin seemed like a nice person. Probably someone good to get to know, but he wished he got a roommate who wouldn't be so agreeable. Then it would be easier to ignore them and be ignored. Wasn't that so much simpler? This boy probably just acted nice because he should. |
After taking as much time as he could to just wander, Cal found his way to his dorm. He entered the room and found that no one else was there yet. "Good. Maybe the headmistress finally gave up and left me alone." He smiled coldly, allowing himself a moment to fantasize. He went through room mates faster than anyone, either scaring them away or annoying them to the point where they left. He made it perfectly clear that he wanted to be alone, and he let people think it was because he was simply antisocial. In truth, he was terrified of waking up one night to find his power had accidentally killed his room mate. Sighing, he chose his bed- not that it mattered, they were the same- and set his backpack down on it. Everything he owned was in that bag; at least until he was legally an adult and inherited his father's estate. Cal never personalized his space, because that just made him get attached, and getting attached to anything was like opening himself up for pain. The only thing he did to make his bed his own was to place something under the pillow- something he had carried with him since he was young. He never slept without that one item. It was more important to him than anything else in the world, and no one knew it existed.
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Ava had checked the list of rooms fairly quickly and easily memorized her room number. She happily skipped towards the room, wondering who her roommate would be. She wondered if it would already be someone she had seen earlier in the morning, or someone completely new to her. Maybe they were the same age as her and new, or maybe they were already really used to this school. She at least hoped they would be fun to be around. When she got to her room, room 38B. She opened the door and immediately saw a tall blonde girl. Now, Ava was used to being short. It was natural for her, being 4''10 meant she was pretty much shorter than everyone she met, but this girl was just really, really tall. It was mildly terrifying for at least a second.
Ava quickly got over that though, and closed the door behind her before hoping onto the bed that didn't seem like it was taken. "Hi!" she exclaimed with a smile, "I guess you and I are roommates? I'm Ava!" xXx Oliver clutched his backpack as he walked towards the general direction he thought his room was in. He hadn't bothered checking the list because of the large crowd that was gathered around it. Instead he relied on his memory of the number he had been given on his acceptance letter. He had been repeating in his head constantly so it was easy to remember at this point. He carefully avoided bumping into people as everyone rushed towards their rooms excitedly. He slowly opened the door to his room, checking the number one last time to make sure this really was his room. Peeking his head in he saw another boy, probably around his age, already in the room. He slowly stepped into the room, silently eyeing the other boy before laying his backpack down onto the untaken bed. He sat on the bed, simply staying still for a few minutes whiles fidgeting with his hands. He wasn't really sure what to say or do at this point. "Uhm..." he started off slowly, "Hi..." |
Tarja claimed the bed on the right side as hers and already started to unpack if only to make sure that claim stayed. The air blew harder on the left side as she learned last year and it paid to arrive early to claim the rightmost bed. Not that she actually minded cold being from northern stock herself. It was just a matter of principle. Turning at the sound of the door opening, she put a polite smile on her face. The girl that met her though almost made the polite greeting impossible. The school had to be kidding her.
"Hello," she sighed. "You're new aren't you? I'll let you know right now, I have nothing against new students or you in particular, but I'm in my last year and nothing will slow me down, got it?" That out of the way, she breathed out and offered a warmer smile. "Now, what did you say your name was? I'm Tarja." |
Jenny normally gave off calm and mellow emotions, although she had been focused on arranging things when Rosemary arrived, so she was momentarily startled and nervous. "Oh, um... hi Rosemary. I'm Jenny. I'm sorry if I took the side you were wanting, and we can switch things around if you want? Is this your first year?" She babbled a little before calming down and totally missed the fact that her roommate was as nervous as she felt. She got her wits about her, though, reminding herself what settling in was like last year and how it all ended up alright in the end, so this should be fine too, hopefully.
------- "It's nice to meet you, too. This year should go well, I think." He tried to seem encouraging, noticing Tumaini's slight awkwardness. At least he wasn't paired with an openly hostile roommate, so that was a plus in his mind. "I promise I don't bite." Crispin was in the habit of trying to make jokes to lighten things, but they usually fell flat. "So, uh... why don't you pick a bunk? I hope you don't mind music, but if it ever does bother you, say so and I can go practice elsewhere." He gestured with his guitar case. Honestly, he'd bend over backwards to keep his roommate happy, even more so than he would normally for others, because of having to live with them. ------- Marcela looked over at the guy who sat not far from her and nodded a bit to him, recognizing him from previous years, and her countenance lifted a bit. Well, at least there were some fun people who returned, and good looking guys never failed to make her feel better in general. Of course she didn't pay much attention to the speech and when it was all over and she got up to leave, Cal was already gone. Well, damn. Whatever. She wandered outside rather casually and lit a cigarette, not caring about some of the looks it got her. It wasn't like she was harming anyone, so really she wasn't breaking the number one rule, so they could all just piss off. She felt no real rush to get to the dorms like some of the others seemed to. What was the point, after all? It was all the same and unpacking was so dull, so she spent some time just wandering around and people watching. So, naturally, Lalita got to their room long before Marcela finally showed up. She only had one bag with her and just noncommittally nodded at the other girl before tossing her bag onto whatever bed Lalita hadn't already claimed. "Hey." |
Hearing the door open, Cal sighed mentally. Well, he hadn't really expected to get his own room, but it was still a bit disappointing to see his new roommate. The boy was small and kind of scrawny, and quite obviously the shy type. Cal didn't have much patience for people in general, but at least a quiet kid wouldn't give him too much trouble. Figuring he should probably at least say hello, Cal turned. "Hey. Name's Cal. I'm not looking for friends here, so just stay out of my way and we should be fine." He said coldly. Better to get the rules out of the way first so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings later.
Rosemary paused a moment, trying to process the other girl's fast words and her fluctuating emotions at the same time. "Um..n-no, there's no need to switch. I'm f-fine here." She finally managed to make her legs move from where she had been frozen at the door, and walked over to the available bed. "Y-yes, this is m-my first year. I hope I can do well here. I-is it difficult?" She asked, glad that Jenny's emotions had evened out. It definitely helped her to stay calm. |
Tumaini stared around the room. He hadn't been here long enough to put any real thought into it, so he wasn't sure where in the room would be best for him. Hot air rose, but the window sat lower, probably putting more sunlight on the bottom bunk. After a second, he decided he'd go for that one. Though normally weak willed, he did fight to make sure he got the warmest place in any situation. "I'd like the bottom bunk if you don't mind..." he sighed before turning back to the thermostat. He realized he couldn't control it from in the room and sighed once again. This would be a long year then. And a cold one. He took his bag and dropped onto the bed, wondering just what he needed to do for the rest of the day besides unpack.
"Are you a new student too?" he asked Crispin after a second. Maybe he knew. Tumaini still didn't intend to get close to the other boy as a friend, but he could deal with conversation. |
Ava's smile only dimmed a bit at the other girl's introduction. She didnt' seem to be as fun as Ava was hoping for, but she was still positive they would get along. "I'll be sure not to get in your way too much then," Ava smiled, before repeating her name, "My name is Ava." She sat still on her bed for a bit, letting herself calm down slightly, since it didn't seem like Tarja appreciated the over excitement. She had to admit though, it was hard. She was practically breathing excitement at this point.
"So you're in your last year? That's so cool! I'm in my first year, like you said," she happily talked, "Is it fun here? I think it will be, it's better than just staying at home at least. And everyone seems to be pretty nice." xXx Oliver flinched slightly at the cold tone that Cal used, but found himself nodding along to show that he understand. Cal really didn't seem like the kind of person he wanted to cross the lines of, he wasn't sure how he was going to room with him. He already felt on edge enough as it was. "I...uhm...ok. Sure. Sorry," he said quietly, before shifting his gaze away. Obviously there wouldn't be much conversation, which Oliver was ok with. He didn't want to really talk to anyone. He slowly began to unpack his bag, making sure to keep everything neat and sorted in drawers. |
Since Ava seemed a little bit calmer now, Tarja just hummed in response and went back to her unpacking. She wasn't a mean person after all, just one with ambitions. Once she made that clear, she acted more like a girl of her age. "Fun? I suppose. The school is the most prestigious after all and nothing could compare to going here. You have to think hard and fast! But...you'll learn the most amazing things." She sighed, thinking about her own first year that seemed so distant now. She turned after dropping a stack of books on her desk, giving Ava a pointed look.
"Don't let that cloud your judgement though! Don't expect everyone to be nice or every nice seeming person to be good at heart." She herself knew how to deceive like that and yet, she wasn't sure why she felt the need to give out this advice. Maybe Ava just looked too innocent to survive and Tarja didn't want to deal with a roommate change halfway through the year. Yes, that was exactly it for sure. |
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