Ravielle Gullory
The day belated into the soft, smoggy sunshine above the trees, the beach house located near the ends of the seashore had rounded past the dark hours, and one of it's residents sat near on the porch, lulling off into half sleep. For whatever reason, Ravielle always found herself awoken by even the faintest light from the morning. The horizon burned a light sapphire when she was awoken, complete with newly formed clouds, awaiting the wash of orange the sunlight would bring. It was those type of moments that made waking early worth it for her. Naturally, she sneaked around, it must have been at 5 or 6 am when she ventured out of the house, and into the nature surrounding the seaside , it was one of those few advantages it had over normal homes, or at least the ones she and her father live in previously. A cold chill crept up her spine as she jolted herself back up, there was no point in falling asleep now that she had actually managed to wake herself up, her attendance record wasn't exactly pristine. Everyday was a step towards being a little less lazy, and a little less relaxed. Many would be surprised that she was actually willing to change herself, though the concept was hard to grasp. For the moment though, she definitely wasn't in the mood for any talk of change, she already chided herself enough. Surprised at the lack of time she had to get ready she curled herself into a ball, something about the coast being mostly empty sent a shiver up her spine and not a particularly good one, people seemed to ignore the beach more and more as the years passed by as they were continually hindered by things like the internet preoccupying their minds, she couldn't blame them for things that were completely out of their hands.
For a moment though she reflected on what she even did before standing from the porch, grabbing her bookbag and finally deciding to leave, by the way her hair was messily configured under her hat, the shorts she haphazardly threw on, the knitted worn shirt she wore, everything she had was put on with haste and little preparation, but at least they were comfortable. It was a good start to the morning, after all she had to stay on the positive side of things to enjoy what she did. It didn't take her long to make a trip down to parking lot, anticipate the bus and then head towards school. Arriving, she had nothing to really preoccupy herself with and simply traveled over to the cafeteria since she neglected to eat any breakfast before leaving home. She grasped a tray, then gathered whatever food was being served, and while she'd normally sit on the floor and eat alone, or perhaps even go outside, today just felt like a stay in day, she walked towards the nearest table, and plopped down on the chair, digging her spork into the watery oatmeal served to her. She hardly ate it considering the taste, but she got enough to satisfy the grumbling in her stomach. With something of a worried look she dumped the rest of her food in the trash and headed towards English, once inside she was surprised to find so many people, considering she was usually the early bird whenever she came to school. She sat near a girl sketching in her notebook, and while there was nothing particularly special about the moment, Ravielle didn't want to seem like the awkward person staring impolitely.
Hey, that's really nice. I mean you're a pretty good artist." her voice came out slightly mellow, and with no depth to it. it was almost awkward making such causal banter, but this wasn't apparent to the girl whatsoever.
Dreseden Giancarlo
A very soft meticulous voice hummed beneath sheets, Dresden had something preoccupying his mind. The empty spot next to him was a victim of his frustrated stares, and his insomnia, to bide the time he had to hum songs to himself, hopeful to beguile himself to sleep. Too bad that only worked half the time. Especially with the faint sounds of doors opening, though there was one door he attuned his ears to hearing whenever it opened. That, was his father whose job demanded that he wake every early morn. The whole reason Dres even attended school was to avoid a fate such as this, the morning schedule had become so ingrained in his father that he hardly even felt fatigued in these early hours, which surprised Dresden, who was anything but a morning person. The poor boy laid in his bed all night, drifting between dream and consciousness, his mind seemed intent on making tomorrow uneventful as the darkness that crept into his room and was replaced by sunlight. His hazel eyes scanned the ceiling in anxiety, he hardly felt like he slept, and he could forget about dreaming, not to mention that he hardly even had 30 minutes to ready himself and make it to school. Good thing, his father could at least drop him off today, his own Chevy Impala was out of gas, and he had to stick close to whomever offered him a ride. His dad seemed eager, if only a little annoyed at his son, who at the moment jolted out of bed after checking his Iphone, and was currently hurrying himself to change into new clothes. Apparently, he seemed to neglect the fact that his father had a job to keep too, and there was nothing simple in being late. He stared out of the window to their driveway, sipping his coffee, as he could hear all types of rustling behind him. It wasn't until he heard the zipping of a bookbag that he turned around, to find his son slightly disheveled, but it was hardly noticeable to him, and he didn't feel too much like lambasting him for it.
With a sigh, he headed for the door with Dresden in tow, silent, typical for the boy, and the two entered his truck. Like most mornings few words were exchanged between the two, and the drive was much more silent than it needed to be, Sometimes the only thing Dresden even said to his father was Goodbye when he was passenger in his truck. It was no different this time, and before he even knew it the truck was already in the driveway, and he exited with a simple pass of his hand as a way to say bye to his father, who responded with nothing but a nod. The boy immediately garnered some attention from the cliques that normally hung around the outside of the school, first thing they would notice was his guitar, strapped to his back, and rather large compared to other instrument but he seemed to handle it fine. He smirked at the passerby's as they waved and gossiped amongst one another, Dresden was half glad he wasn't associated with, they seemed too impressionable anyways. He traveled to his English class and quickly sat in one of the seats near the end, breathing in, and trying to relax his tense muscles. Something about being out in public so early gave him a bit of anxiety, but of course it was nothing his guitar couldn't fix. He unsheathed it, and laid it in his lap, he wouldn't play, but instead he went to tuning the instrument. Luckily there was only four to five people in there, he hoped they wouldn't feel too bad about him playing.
Sorry if this is bothering any of you...I can't stand playing in public."
he mumbled from the back of the class, while he continued to strum at tuned wires.
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Originally Posted by Rage Lonethorn
