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call me aven

they/them pronouns only please

18 years old but like. dont be a freak about it

anthropology major, currently working on my ba

might get busy but ill try my very best to stay active

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@tenma tendo @collectorofmyst @tybalt capulet @bilbothegreat @mskennedy615 I made some changes to the cabin and class assignments that effects you guys
@tybalt capulet I think the rest of your class may have dropped the roleplay :/
Lucy Miller

September 5th, 1969
0728 HRs

She looked up from her book as the door of the room opened. She was surprised to see Sebastion Prescott this early in the club room. "Hey, Prescott. My summer was fine, I guess. Slow. You?"

She saw movement out the window and tipped back in her chair, looking over Prescott's shoulder. There was a suspicious looking duo standing outside. She half listened as Prescott continued to talk as she watched them. "I just signed up for the bare minimum this year. I have a free period, thankfully." She watched the duo be approached by a group that was obviously from the Black Panthers. A drug deal? She watched them exchange money and two backpacks. The original duo left and the remainders blazed up as soon as they were gone, right in broad daylight. She watched as they disbanded shortly after.

She decided not to say or do anything, though she knew she could get them caught if she acted now. She didn't have anything against the Black Panthers, nor did she consider them a terrorist group like so many citizens of the nation did. She knew they did good things as well as bad. She had actually wrote a piece about it last year titled The Black Panthers: Hell-raisers or Unlikely Heroes? in which she had dubbed them "neither angels nor demons, but simply humans banded together and willing to do anything, moderate or extreme, to help their neighbors and families survive and prosper in an oppressive society." She had received many an angry letter from students and even a few parents about that little piece, but she was proud of it nonetheless. If anything, the negative feedback just told her she was saying what people didn't want to hear but needed to.

Besides, it looked like they were only lighting up molly, and she had done the same a few times. She didn't see any reason to be a hypocrite. She turned her attention back to Prescott once they were gone.
Lucy Miller

September 5th, 1969
0700 HRs

The early bird catches the worm. Lucy repeated that to herself as she pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of the school. She was still used to getting up at noon everyday like she had all summer and she had been less prepared to wake up at five than she had expected. But she had always arrived at school with plenty of time to spare, and she wasn't going to let a little obstacle like sleep deprivation get in the way of that. Cheryl had taught her that showing up early was the best way to make sure one was prepared to face the day, and if one was prepared to face the day, then they were ready to succeed.

She grabbed her bag and slid out of her car, taking care to lock it. She headed inside the foreboding building before her, wondering why no one bothered to make this place look more welcoming. Only a few students had already arrived, mostly underclassmen who didn't have cars of their own and got dropped off by their parents on their way to work. She ignored them as she went to gather what she needed from the counselor.



0725 HRs

There hadn't been a line in the counselor's office when she arrived, and she was able to get in and out with what she needed in very little time. She decided to head to the school paper's room and make sure everything was still in functioning order. She had scheduled their first meeting after school that day to welcome any new students who were interested in joining and starting to work on their first issue of the year.

The paper's room was pretty small, with a few desks, three typewriters, and an endless supply of paper. Lucy set down her bag at the desk she had used for the past few years then began setting up. First, she taped a sign-up sheet to the front of the door that also listed the time of that day's meeting. Then she went and tested all of the keys on the typewriters to make sure they all still worked. A few keys stuck, but it wasn't too bad and she could probably fix those later. She tidied up the room, picking up stray papers and dusting off the chalkboard the club used to keep track of who was writing about what. Satisfied with her work, she took her seat and pulled a battered copy of The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir, which she settled in to read until it was time for class.
@ineffable I understand. Thank you for your interest
Hey everyone, sorry for my lack of posts in the past few days. Narrating all the classes is harder than I expected (just because I have no idea what kind of lessons to give). I think we're going to brush over this scene in the next few posts, and then I want to transition into one more scene of character relationship development before beginning the real plot, which I have thoroughly blocked out (at least for the rest of June IC).

Also @bilbothegreat @ineffable We haven't heard from either of you in a long time and while I get that school has just started up again for a lot of people, I'm going to have to drop you from the roleplay if you don't post something in a week from now (September 15th) for the sake of plot progression




I fixed the backstory
wrong place oops
@deaddrop oops, totally missed that. Sorry, I'll fix it :)
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