Roleplay

[url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/annstone-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180814/b590f2d0876290c630e29ce6da221dc8.png[/img][/url] [center][i][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=355975]Creator[/url] | IC Thread (you are here) | [url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/annstone-font/]Font Generator[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2504738/1]OOC Thread[/url] | [url=https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=424678&hilit=Cecelia+winged+human]Inspiration[/url][/i][/center] A boy who appeared to be a teen with striking electric blue eyes sat idly on a suspended root, swinging his long legs back and forth boredly. “?????????????????????????????,” he said with a sigh. An eagle landed next to him. He looked down at her and smiled as she became a humanoid creature. “???????,” he said with a grin. The girl grinned back. “??????????????????,” she said, leaning slightly onto his shoulder. “????????????” The boy shook his head. “???,” He said. “?????????????????????.” The girl wrinkled her nose. “????????????,” she pouted before jumping down and turning into an eagle. “?????????????!” She flew off, leaving the boy alone again. He sighed again. “Nothing interesting ever happens here.” [rule] [center][i]A few worlds away...[/i][/center] [b]EARTH: SEPTEMBER 10, 2018[/b] Lia pursed her lips as she worked on meticulously folding the piece of paper in her hands. Everything around her was silent. The classroom was empty, save for Mr. Brunswick, who’d arrived even earlier than she had. He was sorting papers for the English quiz they had today. Both of them were prepared for another normal day at Prairie Heights High School. Through the classroom windows, Lia could see the same sight she saw every day here; that is, the school courtyard where some students ate lunch. Mr. Brunswick saw the same desk he saw every day, save for the quizzes now stacked on top of it. Every student’s who walked in the front doors would see the same school they saw every day. Nothing had changed since yesterday except the date. The sky was still somewhat overcast, the school was still on earth, and magic was just a fantasy. No more. Students began to arrive at the school, going separate ways for classes. Freshmen and sophomores went to Mr. Brunswick for English, while juniors and seniors went to Ms. Bradley for mathematics. Everyone was prepared for just another day at Prairie Heights. Boy, were they wrong. (Sorry if you can’t see the text at the very top; it may appear as ???. It’s supposed to be a runic font)

A groan escaped the tall girl as she walked down the congested school hallway. If there was one thing she hated above all else at school, it was the hallways. Or the classes. Or the annoying kids. Scratch that, she just hated school. Students were grabbing supplies from their lockers, chatting with their friends, and generally just blocking the corridor. Ophelia shoved a younger student who had the unfortunate luck of being in her way, her shoulder, backpack, and arm acting like battering ram as she took her long strides. She wasn't in any particular hurry to get to math class, she just needed to release the slight anger she felt being at school. The kid probably wouldn't be the last victim of the bully's anger if this was going to be just a normal day. Either way, Ophelia didn't look back a she continued walking down the hall, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

When she finally arrived at her math class, Ophelia would loudly walk into the room, kicking the door open with her boot as her hands were tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket. Always make a loud entrance to show them who's boss. After giving a "sorry" look to Mrs. Bradely, she'd look around the room for the few friends she had, quickly joining them if they were there. If they weren't, Ophelia would move to the back of the class, sitting down in one of the well worn seats that was littered with pencil graffiti. After setting her backpack down and sitting on the table part of the desk, she'd busy herself by putting up her messy hair into a quick bun. After doing so, with stray hairs still sticking out, Ophelia would stay seated, boots firmly planted on the floor as she waited for her friends to arrive.

"You had a bed made
And all these precious memories
You had to run away
You're looking for that bigger stage..."

Blink once.
Then twice.
A stray piece of hair tickling his eyebrow.
Taking a moment to re-adjust an earbud with a black backpack slung over one shoulder.
One breath.
Then two.
Pause.
Glance left, then right.
Rinse and repeat.

The day was unfolding like any other, if not a bit slower than usual. With his music much louder than recommend to anyone who wanted to keep themselves from going deaf by age thirty, Eli crossed the double-door thresh-hold at exactly 8:00 on the nose. By school regulations that wasn't late, however his fate was in the hands of his first period teacher, Ms. Bradley, who was used to welcoming him in a few minutes past the start of class. He wasn't really enthusiastic to change his ways either because the single perk of coming late was avoiding the stuffy human-traffic that was impossible for someone his height to navigate during "rush-hour". Getting elbowed in the face or shoved against the lockers was nothing to be desired, so he much preferred steering clear of that mess over getting reprimanded by a teacher.
Pulling his backpack strap a little higher on his shoulder, he could see that there were a handful of stragglers trying to locate classrooms or freshman nervous-wrecks. Frankly, as long as they didn't bother him personally he took no issue with those younger than him (which seemed contrary to most high school senior behavior). Not that he really had the muscle mass or height to act as an intimidation tactic anyway.

Making a somewhat lazy beeline for the math class door, he pressed his hand against the door and quietly pushed it inwards. Immediately he felt a rush of cold air followed by the smell of cleaning solution, chalk dust, and sweaty kids. It was an unsettling combination that seemed to be consistent in all of the classrooms he walked into. Not offering much more than a silent nod to his teacher, he could already feel a few weary, uninterested glances in his direction that always seemed to collect on the one kid who walked in a little too close to the start of class.

Surprisingly enough, Eli didn't bother sitting at the back of class. He wasn't about to hide in the corner because he wasn't perfectly on time nor did he want to deal with the possibility of a certain handful of people driving him insane for the next hour. Simply put, he couldn't see a damn thing that far away from the board and he didn't care enough about other's opinion's to shield himself from prying eyes. The front row was his best friend, even if the teacher most certainly was not. Slinging his bag over the back of the chair, he took out a smudged up pencil with no eraser and a sorry excuse for lined paper that had most likely been sitting crumpled in the bottom of the front pocket. The wire to his earbuds went down the back of his neck and was covered by his hoodie, barely exposing anything at all. He also took the liberty of hanging the buds themselves over the top of his ear so he could hear both the teacher and whatever was next on his playlist. Sadly, calculus mixed with eminem (lyrics that already sounded like a math problem in itself) was making his ears bleed.

Ana smiled at all the students entering her classroom, especially the angstier looking ones. Seriously? You’re almost adults! She almost huffed to herself for her own immature thoughts as students kept filing into her room. Well, except one, of course. She sighed and shook her head, looking at the clock. Was that boy even up? She made sure to rip his blinds open six o’clock on the dot...

Meanwhile, at a house not too far away, Felix proceeded to trip over their own dog in pursuit for a shirt.
“Damnit, Marbles!” the stupid, cross-eyed looking Pomeranian just slobbered all over his leg as he tried to stand up again. Yeah, his mom woke his up alright, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t go back to sleep. Seriously, she should’ve known better!

He hurriedly brushed his teeth in the shower (a routine he was scarily familiar with...) and rushed to get dressed, flying out of the house. He heard a soft bang as he slammed the door shut, signaling that the brown, fluffy dog was trying to follow him. He went to get in his car and... right, locked, where was his keys?

Wait.

Well, Felix, you better start running. He did just thought, cursing at himself for locking his own keys inside the house. That means he’ll probably have to wait for his mom togo home before him... which means he is most likely going to be chewed out for it again. Right now, however, the only thing he could think about is how his lungs burned and... wait, damn, he forgot to brush his hair.

God, he was such a mess, he thought as he barreled through the front doors at 7:55, furiously combing his fingers through his hair. He continued running through the halls to the classroom, hoping to god that he would be there in time. The class room door was approaching... someone just entered and it closed- he went to grab for it to open it and.

Well, his face hit the door, to sum it up.

A loud bang was heard as face met wood and Felix held his nose as he hurriedly opened the door.

“Safe!” he yelled with a dramatic wave of his arms, pointing at the clock as his mother crossed her arms and tapped her foot. Ah, the classic we’ll talk later look. Ah, whatever. He was on time, that’s all that mattered.

At least his nose wasn’t bleeding, he thought as he went to sit down in the ‘usual spot’.

She was always early to school. Well usually. Kierra sighed as she locked the front door and slipped the key back into its hiding spot under the broken brick in the corner. It was disappointing really. This morning she'd had a sinking feeling in her stomach that put her on edge though she wasn't sure if it was the prospect of an English quiz that day or something else.

As she walked through the double doors at the front of the school she quickly checked her watch. 7:48. "Darn late. 12 minutes before class starts which means 12 minutes to read as much as possible." She navigated through the hall her nose in her book, sidestepping past people and narrowly avoiding crashing into a group of gossiping freshmen. Finally she made it to the door of her english classroom and silently slipped inside, nodding a quick greeting to Mr. Brunswick.

Kierra picked her usual desk the one by the window in the middle. Just because she was a good student didn't mean she wanted to draw attention to herself. No. Survival tactics were always to blend in with the crowd unless there was a reason to stand out, which there usually wasn't. She set her backpack down next to her feet and slid into her seat her eyes continuing to scan the pages of the book.

Katie dashed down the hallway at breakneck speed. She couldn’t be late! Her Apple Watch told her she had about one minute until the bell would ring. Mr. Brunswick would kill her if she was late three days in a row! Nobody cares about no running in the halls; she needed to go faster!

Just as she was nearing the door to English, the bell began ringing for its five chimes. One, two, three. Mr. Brunswick began closing the door. Four. Katie literally slid into the crack just in time before the fifth bell rang and Mr. Brunswick closed the door. He gave her a dirty look before returning to his desk and grabbing the quiz papers.

Just as Katie slid into her seat at the middle of the classroom, the walls began shaking. It was minor, barely noticeable, like a miniature earthquake. Mr. Brunswick paid it no mind as he passed out the quizzes. Lia noticed but ignored it, instead getting started in her quiz. Katie, however, looked a bit disturbed.

Soon, everyone had a quiz on basic literary terms. Mr. Brunswick looked down at his watch. “You have thirty minutes,” he said dryly before going back to his desk to submit attendance.

The shaking didn’t stop. Katie pursed her lips and looked out the window. Everything looked fine. Although she was disturbed, she continued on to her quiz as if this was normal.

It took Adrian all of about three seconds to decide to skip first period.

As he had been walking through the halls, peering into the classroom windows he just hadn't quite been...feeling it today. Maybe it was the two hours of sleep he had barely managed last night, a product of both insomnia and his desire to binge watch the Sopranos which his uncle had recommended to him not too long ago. The show itself was amazing, however he couldn't quite remember which episode he had fallen asleep watching - somewhere in the middle of season three maybe? Pulling out his phone, he quickly pressed the power button and navigated to Prime, waiting impatiently as the app loaded in slowly through the school network.

Nose buried in his cell and not paying attention to his surroundings, the boy nearly p*ssed himself when the bells rang loudly in the hallway indicating the start of first period. For a moment he played a bit of hot potato with his phone, juggling it between his hands before he caught it safely nestled in his forearm. Glancing around, he was thankful nobody seemed to have cared enough to judge him for his clumsiness.

The only ones in the hallway were a handful of latecomers and a particular black-haired boy that stood out among them. He was obviously in no hurry to get to the classroom, his earbuds turned up so loudly even Adrian could make out the lyrics to the current musical selection. Frankly, he wished he had that "I don't give a sh*t" attitude. It would've made his anxiety flushed lifestyle a hell of a lot easier, after all.

Scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly, he took a moment to think about where he could chill until the next bell. First period would be an easy skip, but second was more precarious what with the chapter test and cranky teacher that didn't tolerate anything less than full attendance. The bathroom was definitely a no-go - he didn't want to have to smell urine and B.O. for a full hour while straddling a toilet trying not to get his sweatpants stained with unidentifiable fluids. The nurse's office sounded like a paradise on earth the more he thought through other possible locations. The doctor wouldn't be in until 8:30 so he could easily slip into one of the cots unnoticed and pull the curtain - perhaps he could even get the window bed if he beat others to it.

And with that he was jogging down the hallway, ducking whenever a teacher decided to take a quick peek outside their classroom.

Same routine as usual. Stay up late off doing who knows what, come back late after your parents and little sibling were asleep, get to bed at some ungodly hour and wake up at a time that definitely wouldn’t be conducive to being to school on time. Otherwise known as, a normal day.

He could somewhat recall his mother telling him to get up, her and his father having fun to rush off to work as usual. Seemed like the kid sibling was already gone to school at this point, considering the note on his side table which had cerybdistinct handwriting that could only be talking about how he should probably actually get to school on time for once. Looks like he would be doing some avoiding when he got there, only guessing the younger would come looking for him eventually to pry about where he had been last night that he got home so late.

The ride to school was slower than he would have liked, the whole world seeming oddly peaceful at this time of day. Late enough to avoid the rush of kids to school on the public bus, but early enough that everyone else wasn’t up to start the day. Aside from the occasional business man or woman of course, but they were much more occupied in their own affairs. Considering he was still waking up to some extent, it was an appreciated silence.

Striding into the school, it was easy to skirt around without coming into contact with anyone. Most had rushed to class by now, leaving a practically empty hallway— aside from stragglers and those skipping. Not that it was really ever an issue for him, being tall usually made people try and part a path so as to not get themselves bumped in the process— usually with Felix right behind him considering people were generally a lot less courteous to shorter people.

Hopefully Ana wouldn’t be to upset with him being late, especially considering he currently had a low A in the class. Fairly good considering it was calculus of all things, at least he figured such.

Seeing the doorway still open— the bell having probably gone a few minutes ago— he strode into the doorway and gave a tap of his knuckles to the doorframe as a means of getting the teacher’s attention. He wasn’t so rude, or stupid more so, to try and slink inside and just draw even more attention to himself. A short wave was given to Ana followed by a “Morning Ms.” and taking his place at the back of the class where Felix and Ophelia had taken up residency as usual.

The moment he slid into the seat, he looked up slightly at the apparent earthquake that decided to hit the school. A glance was shot in the general direction of Ophelia and Felix, along with a slight raise of his brow.