Beau had no idea where he was going. His roommate had completely ignored him and the rest of the people in his clan were either trying to trick or even just confuse him. After a few minutes of studying the campus map, he finally made it to a quieter cafe where he managed to buy hot chocolate. Running a hand through his usual uncombed, messy hair, he sat down at a table near a pair of boys.
Vien’s eyes flicked up to watch someone sit down at the table next to them. He felt his face heat up slightly as he got a good look at him before going back to his coffee. Well, at least there were cute guys here
Tristan made his way back to his room. He took a moment to calm himself as he sat on his bed, making sure that his breaths were even. Just…calm down Tristan. Nothing happened, and nothing will happen.
Vien’s eyes flicked up to watch someone sit down at the table next to them. He felt his face heat up slightly as he got a good look at him before going back to his coffee. Well, at least there were cute guys here
Beau glanced up at the person sitting across from him at a different table, his gaze studying him for a short moment. He looked back down and took a sip of his drink, a crooked grin slowly spreading across his face.
Vien looked back up and almost immediately regretted it. He felt his face go a little red as he realized the cute guy was smiling at him. He stared down at his coffee stubbornly, determined not to make a fool of himself
Beau leaned forward and rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he studied the boy in front of him, blowing strands of white-blond hair out of his face. "Hey," He finally stated after a long pause, pushing himself up to lean back against his chair.
Vien froze slightly, his face now noticeably red. “H-Hello,” he said quietly, his voice a little squeaky as he spoke
"I'm Beau," He answered slowly, tilting his head to the side as he noticed the boy freeze up. "Sorry if I scared you there. I tend to that. . ." He added, rubbing the back of his neck faintly, a small feeling of nervousness building up in him.
“No, no, y-you’re fine. Not your fault,” Vien said quickly. “I’m Vien. Would you…Would you l-like to sit down?” He asked
Wess shifted slightly in the booth, uncomfortable at where he was seated and what was happening, but it was getting interesting. Wess decided to stay, it wasn’t like he had a choice, anyway.
Dalton finished unpacking and flopped backward on to his bed. He hadn't even been here a full day and he was already bored. He waited for his roommate to come back wishing he had a power that didn't require him to be around living things.
“No, no, y-you’re fine. Not your fault,” Vien said quickly. “I’m Vien. Would you…Would you l-like to sit down?” He asked
"Sure," Beau replied, nodding as if he were agreeing with his own statement. "So, uh, what clan are you guys in?" He asked, running a hand through his hair as he sat down at their table.
Tristan sat on his bed, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. Okay idiot, just because you want to stay calm doesn't mean that you can't have fun. Do something for Pete's sake! After a few seconds of silence, he decided to listen to himself. He stood up and slowly walked over to the notebook he had placed on top of his pillow. Tristan took out the pencil he kept in his pocket and flipped to the next blank page. He began drawing an eye, making sure to hit every single detail that he could. After a few minutes, he realized that the eye look terrified. Well…that's certainly fitting….
“Um…The one with the elephant. Su…s-something,” Vien said, taking another sip of his coffee. The first day here and he already couldn’t remember what clan he was in
Beau nodded in understanding, racking his mind for the name. He had already completely forgotten them and it didn't help that he hadn't listened to the introductory lecture. "I'm in some fox one. We have to wear green and everything," He sighed, motioning to the loose tie hanging around his neck. It was his first day and he already needed to wear the uniform. "They're kind of uncomfortable now that I think about it. . ."
(oof, I'm thinking about making an rp about teenagers, from 15-18 years old, in the 1960's. So it'd be like mini-gangs and things. Kind of like a mix of the Stranger Things time period and the Outsiders.)
(Oooh if you make it let me know the title because I'll join!)
(K, awesome. I might use Beau in it too. . .)
(Ooh sounds good)
Vien nodded. “They wanted t-to put me in that one originally, b-but then they changed it. I’m just glad I d-don’t have to wear bright colors.”
(If anyone here wants to join, just let me know.)
Beau chuckled lightly at Vien's comment, a small grin tugging the corners of his lips upwards. "Almost everyone in my clan is trying to prank or trick me. . . be glad that you aren't roommates with one of them," He joked as he leaned back in his chair.
(I want to join!)
Cicada walked back to her room. Her hair was slightly burned at the tips, and was sticking in all different directions. Her body was covered in soot, and she had a few scrapes here and there. She flopped down on the bed wordlessly.
“He actually is,” Wess piped up. He took a sip of his coffee.
Vien suddenly felt really out of place. “W-Wess seems nice. Unless you secretly b-burnt all my candles or something,” he joked, trying to lessen the awkwardness
( WTH I WAS ALSO GONE FOR SCHOOL, I MEAN MY CHARACTER HASN'T EVEN BREATHED YET, SO WHATS HAPPENING PEOPLE AND HOW CAN I DROP HER IN?!?!)
“You caught me,” Wess joked, “I also took your entire pack of gum.”