[center][hr][hr][img]http://i.imgur.com/yYWd9Ls.png[/img] [hr][hr] [img]http://i.imgur.com/QVhkdBn.gif[/img] [b][u]Location;[/u][/b] To the Dorms [b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Cecily, via text [@lovely complex]; The Unexpected Roommate [@HushedWhispers] [sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCffJMfGCNw]I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out; Cause that’s what young love is all about So pull me closer, and kiss me hard. I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart[/url][/sub] [hr][hr] The daughter of Hera can never be late, which is the mantra that rolled around in Avery Stratton's head as her chartered limo pulled into the parking lot. The limo was her idea and bankrolled by her ugly but brilliant father - some might raise eyebrows at someone Avery's age still getting handouts from a parental figure but her counter would be a simple roll of the eyes and a mention that everyone that walks the halls of Olympus Academy are relying on handouts from their parents in some way. A limo wouldn't break the bank of the Stratton household, even one that had leather seats, a stocked bar, and a window so she didn't have to look at the driver. The bar remained virtually untouched, it was before noon and she wasn't sucking at the toes of Dionysus the Lush. But a bit of a kicker in the coffee never hurt anyone. When her limo arrived at the Academy she didn't bother checking the time because, as she was saying internally, the daughter of Hera never could be late. And even if she WASN'T so fortunate as to be related to one of the big players in the pantheon, Avery J. Stratton the person could NEVER be late. And the reason for that was rather simple. Avery had spent years at this Academy building her reputation until she was able to firmly position herself as the once and future Queen. Being a seventh year had its perks, who would challenge her position? The eighth year boys could battle it out for the status of king if they were so inclined, but Queen? That role was hers. If you say something long enough, it does become true. Avery stepped out of the limo and took a glance around at the people hoisting their belongings and hoofing it into the dorms. Why anyone would struggle with baggage was lost on her as a simple clapping of the hands and the chauffeur was now responsible for the rather heavy luggage Avery had brought with her. Much too early for strenuous activity, and with Avery's goal this year being to find a potential replacement - always a Queen after all - she had to be in tiptop shape. Judgment began before the school year. The elevators inside the dorm had a line of people waiting and entering, a rather unfortunate annoyance. The stairs were simple out of the question. [color=peachpuff]"Move."[/color] Avery spoke, commanded really, and the line of people parted to the side just as an empty elevator opened its doors. [color=peachpuff]"Fourth floor, Henri, do not be overlong."[/color] With a smirk and a wave to the chauffeur, the elevator doors closed and Avery was free to enjoy the ride upwards. The enjoyment lasted up until her feet took her to her assigned room. It was down a ways, a complaint might have to be filed towards whoever it was that assigned rooms, but in all honesty it didn't quite matter, a Queen could rule from a stable if she were truly regal. Avery half expected her room mate to be late on arrival or else her electric cohort. What awaited her was neither. [color=peachpuff]"You know, Skye Woodsen, it is customary to not decide beds until both parties have arrived."[/color] Avery knew the names of some, not all, but some of her fellow demigods, and Skye's name she knew simply because it was her job to know the names and faces of those who could potentially fill the future Avery void. And that was not a euphemism. [color=peachpuff]"Well, are you not just the most fortunate student at Olympus, Skye Woodsen? You have the rare honor of being among the upper echelon, and I highly suggest you do nothing to jeopardize that. This year is looking up for you, and as a show of good faith I will let you have that bed you have chosen. Never say I never did anything for you."[/color] With a soft grin, Avery took her phone in hand and flipped through her missed messages, taking a moment only to respond to one. [quote][center][b]To: [color=#FBEC5D]Electric Lady[/color] [color=peachpuff]I am here, meaning we are not room mates. Does not matter, we can run things anywhere. My room came with a boy toy. Save me a seat at the assembly.[/color][/b] [/center][/quote] [color=peachpuff]"And so we are back again,"[/color] Avery spoke to herself before taking a seat on the edge of her now claimed bed. Another year was starting.[/center] [hr] [center][hr][hr][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LmY5MTBiNC5RV3hsYzNOaGJtUnlZU0JUZVd0bGN3LCwuMQ,,/a-charming-font.regular.png[/img] [hr][hr] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AvBZ2T0.gif[/img] [b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Back Seat of a Cop Car; El Dormitorio [b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Like no one?[/center][hr][hr] "This was your idea, Alessandra." The sighing voice of Margaret Sykes came with the shaking of her head. Every year Alessandra thought to make an entrance and every year they had fallen a bit flat through no fault of her own. Year one saw Alessandra arrive late enough to where no one was left in the parking lot to notice the girl arriving on the back of a motorcycle (she had a helmet and was terrified for the majority of the trip). Year two saw Alessandra tripping and falling directly onto her face as she attempted to get out of a rather large hummer. This year, her third, she included her mother in the proceedings. Why go big and high concept when arriving with police escort painted the picture Alessandra was going for? She was the daughter of the god of war, she had to stand high and tall! She didn't cut an imposing figure like the other Ares-kin that was surely making people incredibly uncomfortable, so she had to be creative first and then strong. There were clearly some perks with having a mother in the police, such as the siren wailing as the cruiser pulled into the parking lot. Alessandra could see heads turning to see the sound, though considering the sights that had been seen in the parking lot already, it was quite possible that a cop car rated about a four on the meter. Still, Margaret Sykes was in full on commitment mode as she pulled up her sunglasses and stomped around to back door of the cruiser and grabbed the tiny titan by the arm, dragging Alessandra to her feet. Alessandra had her hands cuffed in front of her and was sneering as best she could, but in the same way a sneer and snarl from a puppy was absolutely adorable, so was the sight of the short demigoddess trying to look like a hardened criminal. The plan was simple. Show up, bust out of the handcuffs strong-style, then stomp up to the dorms for check in. It would be totally badass. But as Alessandra stood in the parking lot, looking at the curious sorts who were still observing the scene, a problem arose. [color=hotpink]"Mom...I can't get these things off."[/color] Alessandra spoke softly and out of the corner of her mouth. Her arms were very visibly struggling to pull the handcuffs off, the steel clanking and shaking along with her. [color=hotpink]"I can't...how strong are these?"[/color] By this point, after seeing the short girl struggling and fussing, the moment was lost and for the third year in a row her grand entrance design was foiled. In a rather dull turn, Margaret sighed and undid the cuffs herself before wishing her daughter the best of luck for the year. It was already not off to a great start. [color=hotpink]"Another year as a laughing stock,"[/color] Alessandra sighed as she made her way into the dorm, her head pointed downwards the whole time. Inside the dorm, Alessandra checked in with a raised eyebrow. [color=hotpink]"Who's Birdie Applesale?"[/color] she asked to no answer. With head still looking at the ground, Alessandra decided to simply take the stairs rather than wait for the elevator. She could use the mild exercise. Room 4-B appeared to be empty but Alessandra didn't gravitate towards one of the beds, instead planting herself on the floor of the room, sitting cross legged, gazing out into the hall for signs of her future room mate. [color=hotpink]"Birdie Applesale? Birdie Applesale..."[/color] Alessandra repeated, her eyes straining as she tried to put a face to the name. [color=hotpink]"Oh! Is she the one with the....with the eyes? BIRD-ie ApPlEsAlEEEEE"[/color] This would consume her time for the moment.