[indent][color=silver]N A M E :[/color] Áine [color=silver]P R O N U N C I A T I O N :[/color] Awn - yah [color=silver]A G E :[/color] 30+ [color=silver]R P S A M P L E :[/color] [indent][indent]“Oh my gooosh~!” The singsong lilt in Felicity Bellcroft’s voice, as the two girls stopped dead upon catching sight of one another, tugged the corners of Alida’s mouth into a smile. Felicity was one of two childhood friends who, at the sight of her, dashed forward with arms wide open. “I was starting to think you were still in recovery!” Her friend gushed with clear relief as she released her from the bear hug. Alida tucked a hand underneath her long honeyed hair and ran her fingers down the length of her neck, at the reminder of the car crash and resulting spine injury she had endured for half of last term. “Nope, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” She quirked a smile, lowered her hand back to rest against the shoulder bag propped at her hip. “Where were you on day one and two? How come I didn’t see you this morning? And why do you happen to come across my sights literal minutes before the bell is about to ring for second class?” Felicity groaned with a frustrated shake of her head, and then she reached out to squeeze her upper arm in support. Her friend could see the difference in Alida’s expression — the shine didn’t quite reach her eyes, and her demeanor wasn’t as lively as half a semester ago, but the brunette chalked it up to house arrest blues. “Things are just really complicated right now, and hectic.” Alida answered with an exaggerated sigh and a pinch to the bridge of her nose. Sifting a hand through her hair, she grinned at her friend. “But hell if I’m not overjoyed to finally be back on campus!” she laughed, “I bet not many students can say that, huh?” “Okay, we have to talk at lunch.” Felicity squeezed her arm firm; a big, dopey, and impatient smile on her face, “Meet me in our usual spot. I have so much to tell you~!” Alida gave a short wave toward her friend's retreating back and as she watched her disappear into the performance theatre, the smile she wore faded away. She cranked her neck to the left and right, the whole thing sore after so many months in recovery, and turned on her heel toward the Learning Commons. As she ventured up the half dozen stairs that led to the front of the building, the decorated hedges and array of meticulously planted flowers, in all their brilliant colors, was a welcomed sight. The soon-to-be Junior took in a deep breath of the fresh, crisp air, and let it sink into her soul. She’d be happy if she never had to see, think, or hear from her mother again. Her words still haunted her, brewing at the furthest reaches of her mind, like a witch’s kettle. When she reached for one of the door handles of the front doors, they swung inward to reveal the immediately startled face of a girl named Veronica. The two matched heights, Veronica adorned in cascading blue locks that reached her back in length, and startling blue eyes which were accentuated behind round rimmed glasses. While she hadn’t known Veronica personally, per se, she had been in various different classes with her throughout the years. Where Alida smiled in greeting, Veronica scowled and abruptly shoved passed her in a blatantly rude manner. “Wow, okay.” Her brows snapped together with instant irritation but also sheer bafflement. Veronica had never shown a dislike toward her before, and neither had she ever been one to piss on others when she was in a bad mood. “Jesus.” She muttered and stepped in through the doorway before it decided to close on her. The Feyre Student Center was completely abandoned as she stepped inside, the bell having rung more than ten minutes go, but as she started toward the stairs leading up to the second floor, she spied a thick binder sprawled upside down on the wood floor. It had a few shoe prints on it, indicating it’d been here for long enough to be trampled on. Instead of being the many who carelessly kicked it aside, Alida scooped it up and immediately had to catch some of the loose, ripped, sheets that were no longer secured to the prongs. “… Kenj - eye … ??” Her brows rose high on her forehead, “Okay, yeah, I’m not even going to try with that one.” She nosily sifted through the assignment notes and homework, it clearly being math, and it was easy to recall Mr. Budhram; Panacea Academy’s math teacher who had the nastiest leering gaze. Ugh. She rolled her eyes, but did find it genuinely surprising that Mr. Budhram had given started assignments by the second day of school. “I bet you’re flipping out, judging from how meticulously you took notes, Ken.” She murmured to herself as she came to the end. With a snort, she found the class number and then snapped the binder shut. Ten minutes later she was seen venturing down the halls of the Ceil building until she came to the math classroom. She could hear the lecture going on and while the sound of the man’s voice sounded distinctly different, she honestly didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, she thrust the door open, the thick and shoe-printed binder propped against one shoulder, as she came to stand in the doorway. “Hi, yeah, sorry to interrupt Mr. Butt-ram, but I’m pretty sure I came across a student's math binder filled with all his work. So I thought I’d come by and drop it…” Although, she pointedly trailed off as soon as she glanced toward Budhram only to realize it certainly wasn’t Budhram at all. “Well shit.”[/indent][/indent] [/indent]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-indent"><font color="silver">N A M E :</font> Áine<br><font color="silver">P R O N U N C I A T I O N :</font> Awn - yah<br><font color="silver">A G E :</font> 30+<br><br><font color="silver">R P S A M P L E :</font><br><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent">“Oh my gooosh~!” The singsong lilt in Felicity Bellcroft’s voice, as the two girls stopped dead upon catching sight of one another, tugged the corners of Alida’s mouth into a smile. Felicity was one of two childhood friends who, at the sight of her, dashed forward with arms wide open. “I was starting to think you were still in recovery!” Her friend gushed with clear relief as she released her from the bear hug.<br><br>Alida tucked a hand underneath her long honeyed hair and ran her fingers down the length of her neck, at the reminder of the car crash and resulting spine injury she had endured for half of last term. “Nope, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” She quirked a smile, lowered her hand back to rest against the shoulder bag propped at her hip.<br><br>“Where were you on day one and two? How come I didn’t see you this morning? And why do you happen to come across my sights literal minutes before the bell is about to ring for second class?” Felicity groaned with a frustrated shake of her head, and then she reached out to squeeze her upper arm in support. Her friend could see the difference in Alida’s expression — the shine didn’t quite reach her eyes, and her demeanor wasn’t as lively as half a semester ago, but the brunette chalked it up to house arrest blues.<br><br>“Things are just really complicated right now, and hectic.” Alida answered with an exaggerated sigh and a pinch to the bridge of her nose. Sifting a hand through her hair, she grinned at her friend. “But hell if I’m not overjoyed to finally be back on campus!” she laughed, “I bet not many students can say that, huh?”<br><br>“Okay, we have to talk at lunch.” Felicity squeezed her arm firm; a big, dopey, and impatient smile on her face, “Meet me in our usual spot. I have so much to tell you~!”<br><br>Alida gave a short wave toward her friend's retreating back and as she watched her disappear into the performance theatre, the smile she wore faded away. She cranked her neck to the left and right, the whole thing sore after so many months in recovery, and turned on her heel toward the Learning Commons.<br><br>As she ventured up the half dozen stairs that led to the front of the building, the decorated hedges and array of meticulously planted flowers, in all their brilliant colors, was a welcomed sight. The soon-to-be Junior took in a deep breath of the fresh, crisp air, and let it sink into her soul. She’d be happy if she never had to see, think, or hear from her mother again. Her words still haunted her, brewing at the furthest reaches of her mind, like a witch’s kettle.<br><br>When she reached for one of the door handles of the front doors, they swung inward to reveal the immediately startled face of a girl named Veronica. The two matched heights, Veronica adorned in cascading blue locks that reached her back in length, and startling blue eyes which were accentuated behind round rimmed glasses. While she hadn’t known Veronica personally, per se, she had been in various different classes with her throughout the years.<br><br>Where Alida smiled in greeting, Veronica scowled and abruptly shoved passed her in a blatantly rude manner. “Wow, okay.” Her brows snapped together with instant irritation but also sheer bafflement. Veronica had never shown a dislike toward her before, and neither had she ever been one to piss on others when she was in a bad mood. “Jesus.” She muttered and stepped in through the doorway before it decided to close on her.<br><br>The Feyre Student Center was completely abandoned as she stepped inside, the bell having rung more than ten minutes go, but as she started toward the stairs leading up to the second floor, she spied a thick binder sprawled upside down on the wood floor. It had a few shoe prints on it, indicating it’d been here for long enough to be trampled on. Instead of being the many who carelessly kicked it aside, Alida scooped it up and immediately had to catch some of the loose, ripped, sheets that were no longer secured to the prongs.<br><br>“… Kenj - eye … ??” Her brows rose high on her forehead, “Okay, yeah, I’m not even going to try with that one.”<br><br>She nosily sifted through the assignment notes and homework, it clearly being math, and it was easy to recall Mr. Budhram; Panacea Academy’s math teacher who had the nastiest leering gaze. Ugh. She rolled her eyes, but did find it genuinely surprising that Mr. Budhram had given started assignments by the second day of school.<br><br>“I bet you’re flipping out, judging from how meticulously you took notes, Ken.” She murmured to herself as she came to the end. With a snort, she found the class number and then snapped the binder shut.<br><br>Ten minutes later she was seen venturing down the halls of the Ceil building until she came to the math classroom. She could hear the lecture going on and while the sound of the man’s voice sounded distinctly different, she honestly didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, she thrust the door open, the thick and shoe-printed binder propped against one shoulder, as she came to stand in the doorway. “Hi, yeah, sorry to interrupt Mr. Butt-ram, but I’m pretty sure I came across a student's math binder filled with all his work. So I thought I’d come by and drop it…” Although, she pointedly trailed off as soon as she glanced toward Budhram only to realize it certainly wasn’t Budhram at all. “Well shit.”</div></div></div></div>