forum Pheasant Brook School for Academically Gifted Boys // OxO // CLOSED

Started December 08, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Claude grimaced. He was really confused here- on one hand he was really jealous, but on the other… he tried to clear his head of that.

"Ah, fuck- wait. You can- you can join. Don't let me stop you. If the others see something, I do too." Although he wasn't sure what he saw in Kalen.

"I.. Uhm okay." Kalen looked a little nervous. He really didn't want to intrude if Claude wasn't exactly comfortable with him being there. What was it that forced Claude to suddenly be so welcoming?

"So uh… Shall we go?" Kalen asked hesitantly, he wasn't sure where to go from here.

"..Go? Where to?" Claude cocked his head, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. His hands slipped back into the pockets of his uniform slacks.

"Anywhere? I don't know what the schedule is here." Kalen suddenly felt rather silly, he'd assumed that there was someplace to go to soon, like a lesson or such, but evidently not.
Why was it that Claude looked oddly handsome while running his fingers through his hair? No, that wasn't the thing to be wondering at a time like this—or any time really.

"Well, I got most of my credits out of the way to graduate. I actually only have two classes today, and I'm finished with them for the day. What about you?" His hands left their pockets as he walked off, as he grabbed a small box off of the coffee table.

He paused, turning back to Kalen. "I can tell you where everyone'll be today, though. Chances are Ivan's at debate. Will's also in the library, and Quincy is… somewhere. He's unpredictable, that bastard. Have you had a tour of the place yet?"

"I haven't, no." Kalen shrugged a little, griping onto the cuffs of his sleeves. "It's such a large building too, I have no doubt I shall become lost at some point." Though it wasn't an entirely awful prospect. Large buildings with this kind of interior meant history, and history meant secrets. Who knew what kinds of things he would discover while aimlessly walking through the halls. A slight glimmer appeared in his eyes the more he thought about the wonders he would find.

“Do you want one?” Claude patted his pockets, clearly checking for something. “It’s easy to get lost here, you know. Only 5 minutes to get between classes, gets difficult.” He glanced at Kalen for a moment.

“Whaddya say?”

Kalen thought for a moment before nodding gratefully. "It would be appreciated."
It would also give Kalen the opportunity to get to know Claude a little better.
"Where shall we begin?"

"Ah, here, I suppose. This is where I spend most of my time- here and the auditorium." Claude gestured widely to the common room. It was dim yet comfortable, full of antique books and armchairs. "You know where your dorm room is, I assume." He chuckled, taking his hair down.

"Where to next.. the library, I think. Then the cafeteria, then we can look around outside before checking out the classrooms. Does that sound good?" Claude tilted his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah that’s good for me. I don’t really mind where we start as long as I get to have a good look at the place.” Kalen shrugged slightly. The only room that Claude mentioned that seemed to spark an interest in Kalen was the library. “Why do you spend time in the auditorium?”

“Debate. It’s where we hold tournaments and practice.” Claude couldn’t seem to stop moving his hands, unable to decide whether he wanted them in his pockets or his hair.

“Shall we go, then?”

“Lead the way!” Kalen had an enthusiastic smile illuminating his face. His mind reeled at the idea of finding out the secrets and history of the school. He knew that the school was established in the late 1700s, so for it to still be standing now was a sight to behold, and even though some maintenance had been done to keep the building functional, a lot of the original build was still there. He couldn’t wait!

“Ah, yes, so here we have a famous Pheasant Brook mouse hole- a staple of student life at this truly prestigious school. Born in probably last month, this mouse was quick to capture the hearts- and the food- of Pheasant Brook students.” Claude walked them out of the common room, gesturing grandly to a mouse house bored into the side of the stony wall.

“Absolutely enrapturing, is it not?” His eyes sparkled with a specific brand of humor, one that Claude Van Buren was both loved and hated for by students and faculty alike.

(so uh…this looks like a really fun idea, and I know it's already closed, so @GoblinKing you can definitely say no, but I was wondering if you would be willing to do a second one of this with me, maybe? Obviously you can totally say no, if you don't wanna do it, but this looks like a really interesting RP. I wish you good luck either way!)

(Yeah, I'd love to! Can I use a different character, though? He'll be from the same universe, of course, I just don't want to reuse a character, plus I started this one first, you know.)

(so uh…this looks like a really fun idea, and I know it's already closed, so @GoblinKing you can definitely say no, but I was wondering if you would be willing to do a second one of this with me, maybe? Obviously you can totally say no, if you don't wanna do it, but this looks like a really interesting RP. I wish you good luck either way!)

(Yeah, I'd love to! Can I use a different character, though? He'll be from the same universe, of course, I just don't want to reuse a character, plus I started this one first, you know.)

(Yeah you can definitely use a different one!! Thank you so much!)

"The mouse hole?" As Kalen peered down at it, he smiled in a very confused way. He wouldn't exactly have called it enrapturing—he wouldn't have called it anything to be honest. "Uhm, sure." he looked back up at Claude, it was better to just nod and agree rather than question it.
"Shall we move on?" It was probably better that they moved away from the mouse hole.

“Nevermind.” Claude gave him a lopsided grin, although his face pinked when he realized that Kalen didn’t understand his joke. “Uh- yeah, lets keep going. Where did I say..? Library, that’s right.” He lead them through the old halls, pointing out notable oil portraits and marble busts along the way.

“Here we are. The library.”

Claude pushed open the grand wooden doors. The library was chock full of books, old and new. A crackling fireplace stood in the back, trying its best to ward away the room’s cold air and the winter weather.