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Vax Guyre//S/H//Dorm2//HalfElf//M:Ophelia
Vax froze when she saw that Ophelia was a bird. She tried to process what she had seen. Ophelia, then a hummingbird, then Ophelia again. "Was that you?" She asked. The question was stupid, she knew it was Ophelia, but her mind was a mess. Vax shook out her head and stepped into the dorm. She hoped that Ophelia didn't think of her response as rude, she was just surprised. Vax thought that her new friend's power was cool. Vax looked around the room, eyes wide with awe. It was a large room, it had to be to fit 6 people. |
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River Goldsmith | Hey/They | Vampire | Dorm 1 | M: Open River pushed opened their dorm room, they were the first one in, good they could have first dibs on the beds. He looked around the room, there were quite a few 'great another prison pretending to be a school' River thought. - He walked over to a bunk bed by the window which was also in a corner, he could see the whole room mostly. They chose the bottom bunk, River didn't usually like being in enclosed spaces but where sleeping was concerned he much preffered smaller spaces, especially with people he hadn't met before. - River reached over their head and pulled his bag over and gently placed it on the bed almost claiming it. It wasn't the worst place he'd been, it hadn't impressed him yet but there might be a slight chance. They wondered what their roommates would be like, they hoped they just left River alone and didn't start anything. River could sometimes be provoked they honestly didn't really care for anything infact they get bored so easily they often wind up in lot's of things they're probably not meant to. - He walked over to the foot of the bed and looked out of the window, he could imagine himself sitting on the bed looking out, perhaps at the sky or at the people walking below. They ran their fingers alongst the window ledge, 'when was the last time it was cleaned?' - River had never felt truly comfortable anywhere or they thought they did but it was lies. Even though they lie quite a bit they hate when anyone lies to them. Some they understand but especially when he knows the truth it hits harder and closer to home. |
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Ophelia Nightingale Jones |Unknown |F |Shapeshifter |Dorm 2/M:Vax "Uhhh, yeah" she said a bit nervously rubbing the back of her neck with a nervous smile. "That was me" she continued, "I'm a shapeshifter, I can kind of just be whatever I want to be honestly, some forms drain me more than others do, but I've learned over time" she said,gosh she hoped she wasn't rambling, she was always told to, 'stop mumbling', 'stop rambling', 'stop talking so much'. She hoped she didn't scare anyone off with her talking. She'd never met anyone that was interested in her power before so she was pretty excited. (Sorry for not getting the full word count, I'm tired after a long Thanksgiving) |
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Fissure Zograd | They/them it/its | Gryfn Shifter | Dorm 2 | M: Sylvester | They pull their wings tighter against their back and drop their head to stare at their feet. Was he saying that they were obnoxious? They weren't surprised if he was. | "Maybe we have the same dorm. Wouldn't that be crazy?" Fissure lifted their head and smiled again. "At least we know a little bit about each other. Don't need to learn as much." |
Who is he kidding. There's no way they're in the same dorm. Even though they don't know the names of the other people in their dorm, what're the chances they'd bump into one of them out in the open? Especially on such a large campus. |
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Vax Guyre//S/H//Dorm2//HalfElf//M:Ophelia
Vax walked further into the room, looking for a nice place to lay. She saw a bunk bed and climbed into the bottom bunk, Perfect. She unpacked her bag, neatly folding the clothes on her bed. Vax looked down to the bandages on her legs, frowning at the blood visible from the outside. She turned around so no one could see the blood on her legs as she unwrapped the bandages. She searched through her bag and pulled out the wrap of bandages to re-wrap her legs. She pulled a long piece of bandage off of the wrap, then cut it with her teeth. She wrapped it around her leg and turned back around to grab one of the books from her bag. Vax opened the book as she waited for more people to come to the dorm. |
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Ophelia Nightingale Jones |Unknown |F |Shapeshifter |Dorm 2/M:Vax She ended up taking the bunk above Vax, in a quick shift and a flutter of wings she was up. She quickly arranged her stuff, she didn't have very much, she'd never exactly been the favorite. She laided out her blankets and her purpe star shaped pillow as well as the red heart shaped one. She had only two stuffed animals which probably seemed childish. She first put down the tan colored scruffy dog she simply called 'Puppy'. It meant a lot to her, her grandfather had given it to her, he had really been one of the only ones who didn't treat her differently because of her powers. She missed him terribly as she gave the stuffed dog a hug before tucking it between the bed frame and the heart pillow. The other one was a white cat, a pink bow in the tuff of fur on it's head and a pink ribbon around it's neck in a bow. The cat had wide an beautiful blue eyes that always made Ophelia smile. The cat's tails was a bit of a different texture than the rest but still just as soft. This had been one of the last gifts she'd recieved before being send off. 'Marie' she was called and Ophelia loved her dearly she was quite special. She put the cat on the other side between the bed frame close to the wall and the star shaped pillow. She sat back and sighed, |
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Daniel of the Iron Crown | He/him, pup/pupself, any/all | Elf-kitsune | Dorm: 3 | M: Marx Sylv Tensing as the newcomer growls, Daniel almost reconsiders his agression as something very large moves behind the other creature. It's not another person, he would've heard their breathing. No, it's probably wings. He hates fighting creatures with wings, especially if they know how to use them correctly. But they're in an enclosed space- he assumes- so there's a chance he can run away. "I don't," he insists, a bit whinier than he would've liked. He can get along just fine on his own. Hopefully. "And it's not your place." He regrets saying that the moment the words leave his mouth- how stupid of him. He doesn't want to fight, so why is he goading the newcomer on? At least he'd said it quietly. Oh, but being shown around is a tempting offer. Just being with someone else- not those horrible men following him- sounds absolutely wonderful. Softening his stance, Daniel raises a hand to worry at his lower lip, looking down at the ground. He wants to accept the offer. He wants some sense of safety, someone to tell him what's happening and to hide behind. The newcomer isn't that person, though, he reminds himself. Nobody is that person. Still. He's all alone. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Daniel looks up and nods, wagging his tail ever so slightly. "O- okay. Um, that- that would be nice." Hesitating a moment, he takes a tiny step forward, stopping to measure the newcomer's reaction. Not sensing anything malicious, he slowly approaches, preparing to bolt at any sign of ill will. |
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Marx Sylv | he/him | Chimanticore shifter |Dorm 3 | M: Daniel | Marx tilts his head slightly at the switch of tone. Was this guy trying to trick him? He wouldn't put it past a fox. Probably some kind of kitsune, when he finally decides to think about it. Damn trickster creatures. | His eyes catch on the fox's hand before flicking to his tail. Marx pulls his wings against his back before stepping forward and grabbing his hand. Not hard enough to hurt, not even close. He studies the men behind the fox before huffing. | "Come on." Marx turns and pulls the fox along, not reacting when he trips and stumbles. He doesn't say anything until they're out of earshot of the men. "Marx Sylve." |
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Daniel of the Iron Crown | He/him, pup/pupself, any/all | Elf-kitsune | Dorm: 3 | M: Marx Sylv Daniel jolts as the newcomer grabs his hand, almost jerking it back to his side. He forces himself to calm, though- it doesn't take much thought to realise he doesn't mean anything cruel. And his palm is warm. It's... nice. Daniel doesn't get much of a chance to think about that as the newcomer starts walking and he trips, surprised by the sudden movement. Trotting along behind the newcomer and trying not to trip over his own feet again, he looks over his shoulder. The men aren't following them. Good. He looks back at the newcomer sharply as he speaks. "Huh? Oh- oh." Must be his name. Marx. He imagines it would be nice to say, and tilts his head as he mentally repeats it a few times. It takes him a moment to realise that Marx is probably waiting for his name, and jolts again, his thoughts scrambling. Does he give a fake name? He probably should. But he can't think of one in the moment. "Um- Daniel." Idiot. He has a fake name. He uses it all the time. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Daniel looks away and runs his free hand through his hair. "Or- or Zurui. Whatever." He hasn't noticed his grip on Marx's hand has tightened significantly. |
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Sylvester Montgomery | He/Him | Avian | Dorm 1 | M: Fissure "For your sake, and my sanity, let's pray not." Sylvester muttered in an almost exasperated tone. He was seriously reconsidering his choices right now, stuck between the weight of his promise to his father, and the sheer dread he was feeling at not only being stuck at this school, but also having to share such close spaces with them. He had to admit that Fissure had a point. At least he knew they weren't entirely bad. Not the kind if being that would try to suck his blood in his sleep or tear his feathers off over one wrong glance. He almost found himself... Near hoping, that maybe on the slimmest chance that they might end up sharing a dorm, but he very quickly shot down that feeling. He didn't hope for any of this. Hell. He would still be on the fence over this whole schooling idea even if he was granted his own private space. He was a very solitary individual afterall. He let out a small sigh, turning back towards the main building. "Not to say the others are just as bad. Simply, that there are not many who can... Handle, some of my more... Rough edges. My blunt way of speaking often rubs others the wrong way, and sugarcoating takes far too much energy out of me." He finally elaborated. He ran a hand through his white hair, pushing it slightly further back, away from his eyes as the light caught his golden irises, making them glow with an almost celestial light. He didn't owe anyone an explanation for his words or his actions. And yet, here he still somehow managed to find himself trying to lessen the blow of his words regardless. His mind felt weird. Fuzzy almost. His heart heavy. It wasn't because of this timid fluffball in front of him though. Or that expression, was it? No. Despite the confusion these feelings seemed to be kicking up, Sylvester simply brushed it off back to those similarities Fissure had to his old friend back home. He never would've wanted him to have that same crestfallen expression. Not because of him. "I'm sure whoever you end up sharing a dorm with will be fine. You're strong. You can manage it." His weirdest attempt at comforting yet. He so was not used to these sorts of situations. It made him want to mentally punch himself. To yell at himself to quit being soft. |
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Fall Month: 2 
Night 
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