[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] Queen's Lair [b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] The Unexpected Roommate [@HushedWhispers] [hr][hr] Oh, this room mate was certainly not off to a great start and it had only been a handful of minutes. Avery could do little other than lightly chuckle at the words that came out of Skye's mouth; how wonderful, the prince - AT BEST - thought he could perform a power play on the true queen of the Academy. Lesser students have had their social lives ruined for such an offense; there's a reason no one talks about or to the daughter of the Gorgon's anymore and it isn't because of her dreadful hair style. But because it was the first day and because Avery relished the idea of having someone to mold over the course of the year, she was willing to let this one instance slide. She even said nothing as Skye stomped out of the room, letting the diva have his little tantrum. There were more important matters to attend to anyway, namely the utterly boring task of putting her things from her bags to their space in the closet and wardrobe. But of course, she had to wait for the hired help to arrive, and he did, sweating, panting, but carrying the bags behind him. He requested a moment to sit and rest, but Avery shooed him on his way without so much as a tip for the gratuitous service. Avery swore she could hear the chauffeur cussing under his breath, but she ignored him. Hired help always had something to complain about and it always stemmed from a point of jealousy. The most difficult part of unpacking was making sure every article of clothing was put up properly. She couldn't mix the dresses with the casual wear and the top drawer was for lacy unmentionables while the second drawer was for comfort; there was a system and like with any good system it took time, but it worked. Avery could've had her driver handle this task as well but the only one allowed to touch her clothing was herself or someone in the process of removing it from her...or her other royal family and court admiring her style. It was when she was putting away her undergarments that her room mate came back without a word..it was more of a noise. Clearly he was unhappy, and that meant he was clearly in the wrong state of mind. Clearly. Avery shut the drawer of her dresser and walked over to Skye's bed, standing next to it with her arms crossed. After clearing her throat, out of both courtesy and so as not to come off as rude, only to be ignored, Avery took a drastic step. She reached her arm forward and yanked one of the earbuds from his ear. [color=peachpuff]"Here I was hoping your little tantrum walk would have soothed your mood, but I suppose that would have been too much to ask. Of course you have a complex, everyone here has one - everyone walks around with god complexes which would be humorous if it was not so pathetic. But you lucked out and you do not even seem to notice. Your position in this Academy is on the cusp of raising several notches just from association with yours truly...do you have any idea what that means?"[/color] Avery didn't wait for Skye to respond before continuing her little rant. [color=peachpuff]"If the fact that I have breasts bothers you I suggest you change your attitude sooner rather than later. If it is a boy toy you desire, you will have your pick of the litter; I have friends in places low and high but I am not going to be playing matchmaker for someone who thinks they have drawn the short straw. Let us get one thing straight, Skye Woodsen, I do not defecate where I eat and though I am offering to be your friend - a rare thing in these times - I am not doing so in some effort to sleep with you."[/color] Avery crossed back over towards her side of the room, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. [color=peachpuff]"Now you are either with me or against me but either way whenever you have a man over for a bit of alone time, keep it on your side of the room. I do not wish to sleep on a bed of your nocturnal emissions. We can be very good friends, dear Skye Woodsen, if only you look beyond the immediate."[/color] One thing was for certain, Avery did so enjoy the sound of her own voice.[/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 Floor of Her Dorm [b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Birdie's the Wordie ([@sakurasan]); Birdie's Birdy ([@smarty0114]); Big Brother, Not A Birdy ([@Viciousmarrow]) - via text[hr] Alessandra was certainly right about one thing, Birdie Applesale was the one with the eyes. Well, everyone had eyes, but Alessandra noticed Birdie's straight away, even if Birdie hadn't immediately noticed Alessandra; though she couldn't exactly blame Birdie for that. Alessandra was, after all, plopped down on the floor as if she was about to enter mediation or something. The fact that her short stature decreased further as she sat made it a wonder that people managed to notice her at all. [color=hotpink]"I know who you are, Birdie Applesale,"[/color] Alessandra said without standing up, instead choosing to look up at her new roommate with what she hoped was a friendly gaze - though Alessandra's friendly gazes looked rather similar to her glares. [color=hotpink]"You're my room mate. I promise not to fight you. Unless you're into that sort of thing. Gecko-Roman style?"[/color] Alessandra's own eyes widened almost as soon as the words left her mouth, she had just, after all, invited her room mate to roll around on top of each other in the nude. [color=hotpink]"I mean, you know, let's get along?"[/color] Alessandra's little faux pas was interrupted, thankfully, by the arrival of a second person, one who seemed familiar with Birdie. [color=hotpink]"Who are you?"[/color] Alessandra asked with a bit more intensity than was perhaps normal for a simple greeting. She came off as immediately hostile and just a tad protective, which was certainly odd. [color=hotpink]"How do you know Birdie? Do you wanna -"[/color] Again she was interrupted, this time by the chiming tone of her phone. Looking puzzled for a moment before putting the pieces together, Alessandra took out her phone and read the message from her older half-brother. The message came with a somewhat maniacal laugh from Alessandra, though her 'maniacal laugh' was more of a 'cute giggle'. [quote][color=hotpink]BROTHER! THIS YEAR YOU'RE GETTIN' PUNCHED IN THE NOSE! ALSO PREPARE YOUR BACK BECAUSE I'M JUMPIN ON IT WHEN I SEE IT![/color] [/quote] Alessandra had an odd relationship with her half-brother, at least it might have seemed that way from an outsider's point of view. Atticus was just about the only person that Alessandra knew who didn't laugh at her when she asked for a competition or a fight of some sort. Well, he DID often laugh, but it was more of a cocky sort of thing rather than a mocky sort of thing. The half-siblings seemed to have a genuine concern for the other, with Atticus being a bit of a protector and Alessandra seeing him as a figure worth emulating. They made quite the unusual duo, but conflict was in their blood and blood is thicker. [color=hotpink]"Sorry, that was a dead man."[/color] Alessandra returned to Birdie and Birdie's visitor, still remaining planted on the ground. [color=hotpink]"Are you two gonna kiss? Actually, wait, you, Birdie's Boy, you can be the referee. BIRDIE!"[/color] Alessandra's voice jumped in volume as she jumped to her feet, [color=hotpink]"We have to decide who gets what bed! I'll wrestle ya for it! Whaddaya say?"[/color] Alessandra was already in the process of removing her dress, as was customary for those about to wrestle.[/center]