Ejected

Mahoutokoro School of Magic

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_{"私は行きたくない"}

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A clear expression of anger was all over Rumi's face as she handed over a wad of money in exchange for two thick textbooks. In the back of her mind, she could hear her Papa's usual firm voice nagging her about going school supply shopping; this had been a few weeks before and, as usual, Rumi decided not to listen. Instead, she'd spent her time out of school goofing off with her brothers and their friends, playing pranks on the neighborhood residents and facing the consequences afterwards. Rather than spend the money her Papa had given her on the necessary school supplies, the young woman used the majority of it for items that would assist she and her brothers in their antics, as well as a brand new pair of sneakers. In fact, she wore those same expensive shoes on her feet as she forked over her last bit of cash for the pricey textbooks. "Motherfucker," Rumi said under her breath as she quickly stuffed the books into her bag and walked away from the shop.

Harumi had arrived at The Terminal twenty minutes prior to her encounter with the snarky salesman; her parents had insisted on her arriving early. Apparently, the couple did not trust their daughter enough to travel to Tokyo Station alone, even after six years of the same routine, so they stuck by her side all the way until it was time for her to take the escalator. "I'll be fine from here," Rumi had told her parents, who reluctantly agreed and kissed her goodbye. As soon as her parents were out of sight, Rumi was on the escalator and descending into The Terminal, steadily searching for a place to buy the couple of textbooks she hadn't purchased earlier.

Now the young girl wandered aimlessly, a bag slung over her shoulder and her arms folded across her chest. Most of the benches seemed to be occupied by at least one person; Rumi was not in the mood to socialize at the moment, so she decided against sitting with the younger girl who'd burned her mouth with hot takoyaki. The aroma of the delicious food instantly had Rumi's mouth watering, and she soon found her stomach growling. If only she hadn't skipped out on breakfast. Rather than stand around inhaling the scent and making herself even more hungry, Rumi walked in the opposite direction, searching for an available seat. She didn't find one, but did spot something, or someone, that made her chuckle.

Sitting on a bench not too far away, a pale, older boy sat frozen in place, his eyes taking in his surroundings. Judging by his facial expression alone, Rumi could easily tell that he was a newcomer. She also couldn't recall ever seeing the boy in any of her classes. Before she even realized what she was doing, her legs were carrying her over towards the older male. She came to a stop directly in front of him, readjusting the strap on her shoulder before speaking. "You look like you've just seen a ghost," she said with a slight smirk, "Mind if I sit here?" Before waiting for a response, however, Rumi slid her bag onto the floor on the opposite side of the bench before popping a squat right next to him. "You're new, aren't you?"

_@Bee

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

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_{Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of}

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TRYING TO DEFINE YOURSELF IS LIKE TRYING TO BITE YOUR OWN TEETH, impossible and preposterous. Sure, you can learn to understand what makes you tick and what your thought processes are, but how can you truly define who you are when you, as a person, are constantly changing? Every day we evolve; we’re constantly gaining new life experiences that ultimately shape and remold us into our current selves. Therefore, it’d be foolish to characterize or define ourselves by some temporary quality, right?

Mariah Fowler didn’t try to define herself. Sure, she was the bad ass Orthopedic surgeon from Compton who was completely in love with her life and confident in who she was and where she was at, but is that who she would still be in the next couple of years or months, even? What if she woke up one morning and realized that, after spending a whopping twelve years preparing for her dream occupation, she no longer had that fiery desire to be a surgeon? What if she realized that who she really wanted to be was a professional skydiver or timid housewife?

It was highly unlikely that either of these things would happen, but Mariah couldn’t help but wonder as she stood in her bathroom mirror and carefully brushed her teeth. It was almost nine o’clock in the morning, just a few minutes before she would have to throw on her nearest pair of shoes, grab a quick cup of coffee, and drive down to the hospital. The young woman had went home the night before at eleven, right after she’d spent a couple of hours performing a femoral neck fracture repair. Thankfully, she wasn’t on call for another day, so she’d enjoyed a good night’s sleep. At least, she did after she’d finished fooling around with one of her interns. “I’ll catch you at the hospital, babe,” the younger male suddenly appeared behind Mariah, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. She simply chuckled, spitting into the sink and rinsing her mouth before shrugging him off and heading out into the living room.

“I’m not your babe, Hicks,” Mariah said, quickly slipping her feet into the pair of sneakers that sat next to her couch. The younger male sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and followed Mariah to the front door.

“Y’know, I just thought since we’ve been spending so much time together-”

“Let me stop you right there,” Mariah said, holding up a finger as she grabbed her car keys from the hook next to the door. “You’re a good lay, Sidney. That’s all that this is, and all it ever will be. Casual sex.” Before the younger man could protest, Mariah pulled the front door open and stepped aside, motioning for him to exit first. As soon as he stepped foot onto the concrete, however, she slammed the door shut, locking it after yelling something about forgetting to grab her coffee. Hicks waited on the front porch of Mariah Fowler’s home before he finally got the memo and left. Meanwhile, Mariah sat at her kitchen table, sipping from a coffee mug and absently scrolling through her social media accounts.

Soon after, Mariah found herself speeding down the highway in her bright red Audi, bobbing and weaving through traffic to make up for lost time. By the time she'd gotten into the hospital and into her scrubs, word had begun circulating around that a multi-car pileup had just occurred on Highway 5. Upon hearing the news, Mariah simply shook her head and sucked in a deep breath. She could only imagine just how many lives had been lost in the accident. Sighing, the young woman then closed her locker and headed down towards the emergency room, ready to assist when the wave of the dying would finally arrive.

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

I'm very interested. I'll try to put up a character within the next couple of days.

What Are You Listening To?

|| T H E M U N D A N E ||

_{Location: Grimaldi's
Interacting with: The Newbie {@Virani}, The Junior {@Hero}, The Cutie {@Bee}, The Regular {@Fabricant451}, The Idiot {@Syn}}

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^{"My favorite foods are things that aren't great to eat, like pizza."
― Stephen Pagliuca}

SOMETIMES CAMERON WISHED THAT SHE DIDN'T WORK AT GRIMALDI'S, that instead of securing the part-time position at the sultry little pizzeria, she'd have gotten a job at the bodega around the corner or maybe even one of those swanky clothing stores up by Prospect Heights. But eventually she would change her mind, realizing just how good she had it. Because when it really came down to it, Cameron would rather leave work every night smelling like Italian sausage and pizza sauce than work in retail. Even then, as she cut large slices of pizza and worked the cash register, she knew that it was much better than having to deal with rude ass, posh customers.

Her brief encounter with Zoya's ghost had freaked Cameron out, to say the very least. It had all seemed so real: the younger girl leaning against the counter, her chin resting in the palm of her hand and her usual, cheeky grin plastered on her face. In fact, it had freaked Cameron out so much that she had to step out back for a few moments to regain her composure. Mr. Moretti didn't question it; in fact, he'd taken over for her while she was gone, throwing another couple of pizzas into the brick oven and taking more orders. The moment she stepped back inside, however, he tossed her the apron once more and left her to her work. "I have some business to take care of, solo un po," the man said as he disappeared into the back, "You can handle things up here until Thor arrives, whenever he decides to make an appearance..."

So with that, the apron was back on and Cameron got back into her usual groove: taking orders, making pizzas, receiving money. It wasn't until an unfamiliar young woman with fiery red hair made an appearance at the counter that she said something other than, "may I take your order?" or "that will be fifteen dollars." Cameron raised an eyebrow when the young woman began to speak, slightly taken aback by her thick Scottish accent. "Ah, a newbie," Cameron said with a smirk, handing who she assumed to be the girl's mother the slice that she'd ordered. She looked the girl over once more before cutting another slice of pizza. "This is one of our best sellers, and also my personal favorite," Cameron said as she slid the pizza into the box and held it out to the girl, "Brooklyn Bridge. Topped with oven roasted red peppers, ricotta cheese, and Italian sausage. I'll even give it to you for half off, as a welcome gift. Welcome to Brooklyn." Cameron made a mental note to find out what she could about the new Scottish redhead when she clocked out.

Next in line was a pretty decent looking boy Cameron recognized from school, though she couldn't recall his name. She did know, however, that he was at least a year younger than her. Rather than strike up a conversation, Cam simply took the boy's order and money, handing him his pizza as soon as it came out of the oven. After him came Alec Sloane; Cameron grinned like an idiot as she handed him his two slices of pepperoni and sausage. Next up was a familiar face, someone Cameron had not seen since the virus struck Brooklyn. Ellie Duke entered through the door, the bell ringing as she said something about cheese pizza. Cameron simply shook her head and made sure that she had two slices of pepperoni pizza ready for the young basketball star before even taking her order.

"No need to settle, here's your usual," Cameron said as she handed over the warm box. "And don't worry about it," Cameron said when the girl tried to hand her the money, "I got you, girl. Sorry to hear about your pops. If you need anything, just hit me up, okay?" Although Cameron didn't speak to Ellie much in school, she did get to know a bit about her afterwards when the young woman would come into the pizzeria for her usual slice of pepperoni. It was absolutely devastating to hear that the virus had taken the life of her father. Before Cameron could open her mouth to say anything further, however, she was interrupted by none other than Thor Jorgensen making his "grand entrance."

Cameron couldn't help but roll her eyes as Thor tripped and fell face first into one of the tables. What an idiot. "Jorgensen, you're late. Stop fuckin' around and get to work before Mr. Moretti has your ass." Thor was one of the newer employees, and certainly not one of Cameron's favorites. He was friendly, sure. But soon Cameron came to realize just how careless and fast he really was. In her opinion, Mr. Moretti should have hired someone else. As soon as Alec helped the boy up, she threw an apron in his direction, purposely aiming for his face. "We didn't get any calls yet, so you're stuck making pizzas." Just as she finished speaking, however, her phone began to vibrate and chime in her back pocket, as did everyone else's. Cam, along with the rest of the teenagers in the area, pulled her phone from her pocket to see a brand new text message from an unknown number.

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Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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_{Location: Academy Grounds
Interacting With: Barca {@MarshiestMallow}}

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"I’m fine."

Lavi simply nodded her head as the boy spoke and stood from the ground, dusting the grass and dirt from his outfit. The young woman couldn't help but wonder why he'd been sitting on the ground in the first place; there were plenty of benches around the area. Surely he could have used one of those rather than mess up his clothing? Nevertheless, she was glad to hear that he was alright, and when he held his hand out to her, she shook it firmly. "Lavi Kyle," she said confidently, her voice only slightly faltering and her brow furrowing when she realized that he'd inquired into her fascination in his owl; she hadn't spoken anything aloud regarding the creature. Anyhow, she decided to play it cool, peering down at the napping animal once more. "Yes, he's very beautiful. I wouldn't want to disturb him while he's trying to sleep, though, so maybe another time."

As she spoke, Lavi took a quick look around at the other students who began to make their way towards the courtyard, excitement a nervousness etched on many of their faces. They were eager to hear the Headmaster speak, eager to enter through those tall, front doors and begin their new lives at the academy. Lavi's stomach churned as she glanced at the unopened front doors, but unlike a good amount of the other students, it was not due to nervousness, but anticipation instead. In fact, her attention had been so fixated on those front doors that she almost missed the last bit of what Barca said. She quickly snapped back her head to peer curiously at the fair-haired boy, her eyebrow slightly raising. Suddenly, it all pieced itself together in her head. He was a telepath.

"Oh great, now even my thoughts aren't safe anymore," Lavi groaned, shifting her duffel bag from her right shoulder to her left. The girl made a mental note to watch what she said in her head whenever she was around Barca. She opened her mouth to say more, but stopped once she realized that the very door she'd been watching just a few minutes before had begun to open. She soon spotted a large, masculine figure standing in the doorway, and concluded that it was none other than the Headmaster, Bruce Wayne.

Before Lavi had been shipped away to Wayne Academy, Selina Kyle had informed her youngest daughter a bit about the headmaster, only giving vague details about the time they spent together before she was born. Lavi had tried to work her charm and squeeze just a little more information out of her mother, but the woman simply refused. For now, all Lavi knew about Catwoman and Batman's past was that they occasionally bumped into each other and maybe even worked together back in the day. She was very interested to meet the man she'd heard so little about.

"Look, I'll catch up with you later. Nice meeting you and your owl, Barca," Lavi said, and with that, she was off. She quickly scooped up her cat with her free hand, gently tucked him under her arm, and disappeared into the crowd of students.

What Are You Listening To?

DON'T SLEEP ON BROCKHAMPTON !!!

Mahoutokoro School of Magic

Tanaka Harumi

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_田中晴海


"あなたの情熱に従い、頑張って犠牲を払う準備をして、
とりわけ誰もあなたの夢を制限させてはいけません."
Sixteen + Female + Bisexual + Fu

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Name:

Tanaka Harumi
_{└ Rumi
└ 田中晴海}

Gender:

Female

Orientation:

Bisexual

Age:

Sixteen Years Old

Blood:

Half-Blood

Style

Rumi is a slender young lady of Japanese and German descent, standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at a little over one-hundred fifty pounds. Her skin is usually free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on her upper lip which she covers up with makeup. Her natural hair is bone straight, dark brown, and shoulder length. You'll usually see her rocking a blonde undercut, however, as she prefers to bleach it. Rumi carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides and her head held high. She often looks taller than her height of 5"7 considering that she's always wearing heels when she has the chance.

Much of Rumi is an assertion of androgyny, from her undercut to her short nails. She does love striking outfits, though, especially when she wants to make a scene, in which case she'll pair the outfit with her usual bright colored lipstick, matching nails and painfully high heels. When she isn't dolled up, she enjoys wearing men's clothing, successfully proving that she can pull off both stunning skirts and dresses as well as charming suits or joggers and sneakers. She likes to look her best everyday, and usually spends about two hours each morning making sure that there's nothing out of place. It's rare to see her in a state of disarray as she believes that she should always look prepared and presentable, especially when she's the most frazzled.

Background:

Rumi was born in December, the third and last child of Half-Blood wizards Tanaka Aimi and Tanaka Hiroya. The young girl grew up in a moderate sized home in Kawasaki with their mother's parents. While Rumi and her two elder brothers knew of their family's magical roots, the trio never really took an interest in magic, especially when they came to realize, much to their parents' dismay, that the two brothers didn't possess any magical abilities. Instead, the siblings spent the majority of their time playing harmless pranks on their friends and the people around the city, finding joy in making others laugh and let loose. Rumi had always assumed that she would be like her brothers, and was very surprised to find out that she was different. When eleven year old Rumi received her Mahoutokoro letter, she cried for hours, not looking forward to having to spend so much time away from her brothers and friends.

The first year at Mahoutokoro proved to be very difficult for Rumi; she was a master procrastinator and a slacker by nature, which ultimately resulted in her performing poorly in the majority of her classes. This continued for the next few years, the young woman just barely making it through each level. While all of her peers knew that she was one of the best people to come to for advice, Quidditch lessons, or gut-busting jokes, they also knew that she wasn't the one to count on when it came to homework. In fact, the only class Rumi seems to excel in is astronomy, which comes as no surprise to those who know her; her head is always in the stars.

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House:

Fu

Year:

Sixth Year

Robe:

Forest Green
_{└ Thanks to her constant slacking, goofing off and tendency to procrastinate, Rumi is a bit behind on her studies.}

Electives:

• Astronomy
• Exorcism

Favorite Class:

Astronomy: Rumi's favorite and best lesson is Astronomy. She enjoys learning about stars and the movement of planets, and has committed the names of stars, constellations, and planets, as well as their location and movements to memory. She has always been fascinated by outer space. In her free time, you'll often find her in Astronomy club or simply star-gazing.

Least Favorite Class:

History of Magic: Rumi has never been great at any form of History, whether it be Muggle history or the history of magic. She often times has trouble memorizing names and dates. The subject in general, in her eyes, is extremely boring.

Extracurriculars:

Astronomy Club; Quidditch Chaser

Wand:

Beech wood with a unicorn hair core, 13 ¾" and supple flexibility

Beech
The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation.

Unicorn
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

Pet:

Black Cat named Akito.

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Miscellaneous:

Rumi may or may not want to eventually become an Astronomy professor.
She'll literally kill for her cat, so don't fuck with him.

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Mahoutokoro School of Magic

Just gonna sit this right here.

RUMI

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_田中晴海


"あなたの情熱に従い、頑張って犠牲を払う準備をして、
とりわけ誰もあなたの夢を制限させてはいけません."
Sixteen + Female + Bisexual + Fu

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Name:

Tanaka Harumi
_{└ Rumi
└ 田中晴海}

Gender:

Female

Orientation:

Bisexual

Age:

Sixteen Years Old

Blood:

Half-Blood

Style

Rumi is a slender young lady of Japanese and German descent, standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at a little over one-hundred fifty pounds. Her skin is usually free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on her upper lip which she covers up with makeup. Her natural hair is bone straight, dark brown, and shoulder length. You'll usually see her rocking a blonde undercut, however, as she prefers to bleach it. Rumi carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides and her head held high. She often looks taller than her height of 5"7 considering that she's always wearing heels when she has the chance.

Much of Rumi is an assertion of androgyny, from her undercut to her short nails. She does love striking outfits, though, especially when she wants to make a scene, in which case she'll pair the outfit with her usual bright colored lipstick, matching nails and painfully high heels. When she isn't dolled up, she enjoys wearing men's clothing, successfully proving that she can pull off both stunning skirts and dresses as well as charming suits or joggers and sneakers. She likes to look her best everyday, and usually spends about two hours each morning making sure that there's nothing out of place. It's rare to see her in a state of disarray as she believes that she should always look prepared and presentable, especially when she's the most frazzled.

Background:

Rumi was born in December, the third and last child of Half-Blood wizards Tanaka Aimi and Tanaka Hiroya. The young girl grew up in a moderate sized home in Kawasaki with their mother's parents. While Rumi and her two elder brothers knew of their family's magical roots, the trio never really took an interest in magic, especially when they came to realize, much to their parents' dismay, that the two brothers didn't possess any magical abilities. Instead, the siblings spent the majority of their time playing harmful pranks on their friends and the people around the city, finding joy in making others laugh and let loose. Rumi had always assumed that she would be like her brothers, and was very surprised to find out that she was different. When eleven year old Rumi received her Mahoutokoro letter, she cried for hours, not looking forward to having to spend so much time away from her brothers and friends.

The first year at Mahoutokoro proved to be very difficult for Rumi; she was a master procrastinator and a slacker by nature, which ultimately resulted in her performing poorly in the majority of her classes. This continued for the next few years, the young woman just barely making it through each level. While all of her peers knew that she was one of the best people to come to for advice, Quidditch lessons, or gut-busting jokes, they also knew that she wasn't the one to count on when it came to homework. In fact, the only class Rumi seems to excel in is astronomy, which comes as no surprise to those who know her; her head is always in the stars.

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House:

Fu

Year:

Sixth Year

Robe:

Forest Green
_{└ Thanks to her constant slacking, goofing off and tendency to procrastinate, Rumi is a bit behind on her studies.}

Electives:

• Astronomy
• Exorcism

Favorite Class:

Astronomy: Rumi's favorite and best lesson is Astronomy. She enjoys learning about stars and the movement of planets, and has committed the names of stars, constellations, and planets, as well as their location and movements to memory. She has always been fascinated by outer space. In her free time, you'll often find her in Astronomy club or simply star-gazing.

Least Favorite Class:

History of Magic: Rumi has never been great at any form of History, whether it be Muggle history or the history of magic. She often times has trouble memorizing names and dates. The subject in general, in her eyes, is extremely boring.

Extracurriculars:

Astronomy Club; Quidditch Chaser

Wand:

Beech wood with a unicorn hair core, 13 ¾" and supple flexibility

Beech
The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation.

Unicorn
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

Pet:

Black Cat named Akito.

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Miscellaneous:

Rumi may or may not want to eventually become an Astronomy professor.
She'll literally kill for her cat, so don't fuck with him.

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