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Current Disrespect will close doors that apologies can’t open. Let that sink in..
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4 days ago
I was never colorblind to the red flags, I just hoped I was wrong
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2 mos ago
Not all who wander are lost.. but I, personally, am lost.
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6 mos ago
I hope when Death finally comes that it feels like it used to when dad used to carry me inside after falling asleep in the truck.
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8 mos ago
If the gods didn't want me to commit fatherless behavior, they should have given my mother better taste in men.
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π™·πšŽ / πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ Β· 𝟸𝟿 Β· π™ΏπšŠπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒ πš‚πšπšŠπš—πšπšŠπš›πš πšƒπš’πš–πšŽ

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πšπš’πš–πšŽπšœ 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πš’ πš—πšŠπš–πšŽ? π™΄πšŸπšŽπš— 𝙸 πšπš˜πš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ, πšŠπš™πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπš•πš’,
𝚜𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ πš πš‘πšŠπšπšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšžπšŒπš” 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš—πš. 𝙸'πš– 𝚊 πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 7-πš’πšŽπšŠπš›-πš˜πš•πš πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πš—πšŽπš™πš‘πš’πš•πš’πš–,
πšŠπš—πš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš–πš’ πšπš›πšŽπšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ (πšπš‘πšŠπš πš’πšœπš—'𝚝 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš›) πš πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πš πš˜πš› πšπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’πš—πšŽ.



π™±πšŽπš’πš—πš "πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ" πš’πšœ 𝚊 πšŒπšžπš•πš–πš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚘𝚏 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšπš˜πš› πš—πš˜πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšŠπš•πš• πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš—, πš‹πšžπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πš’, πš–πš’ πš πš˜πš–πšŠπš—.

π™Έπš— πš–πš’ πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœπš‘πš’πš™, πš’πš 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš πš˜πš—πšŽ, 𝙸 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒπš’πš£πšŽ πš–πš’ πš˜πš πš— πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπš’πš˜πš—πš πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ. π™Έβ€™πš πš–πšŽπš–πš˜πš›πš’πš£πšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‘πšŽπšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚎,
πšπš›πšŽπšŒπš”πš•πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ. π™Έβ€™πš πš›πšŽπšŠπš, πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŸπš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπš› β€” πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš–πš’πš—πš, πš‹πš˜πšπš’ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš˜πšžπš•.

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Location: Hades Cabin - Through the Shadow Portal
Interactions: Erin Chase @Vicier, Carlos de la Cruz @Rodiak
Mentions: Bran Murphy, Ezra Griesheim, Spencer McKnight @Zenritch, Zeru Williams @King Kindred

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Take your pick. There was no contest. Tyler didn't have any actual problem with Brandon, though the guy really knew how to get under one's skin at times, he wasn't hard to deal with. Ezra, in all reality, was good company too. He just much rather preferred Brandon to come along than Ezra. Spencer still hadn't shown up. If Ty had anything to be thankful for, it was that Spence was a no-show. Snape was one that Ty really couldn't stand to be around, though he always put on a brave face for Erin because he knew that the two were friends. It wasn't till he heard Carlos' voice that he was brought back to the present moment, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked from Bran to Carlos and out at the general group. What was it with everyone thinking that his and Brandon's back and forth banter was them actually being hostile with each other? Ty rolled his eyes and sipped at his tea, zoning out temporarily while the others talked amongst themselves about what was going on.. though that temporary zone-out didn't last too long.

Erin was on the move. As she talked to the rest of the boys, Tyler quickly stood up and carried his mug into the kitchen to pour out the last of his tea. Giving the cup a quick rinse, he set it upsidedown on the dish rack before jogging back into the living room just in time to see Erin opening up a shadow portal in the corner of the room. It was always cool watching her work her "magic". Of course, Tyler knew the different gods offered their children different powers, as that's just simply how genetics worked, but with Tyler being the son of Hermes he didn't get abilities like what Erin had. It never ceased to amaze him when she used her abilities. He couldn't help but kind of geek out anytime she did. The question of who would go through first was thrown out there, and Tyler quickly pushed forward, but not before grabbing Carlos by the shoulders as he walked forward towards the portal.

"Don't everybody jump through at once." Tyler chuckled softly, letting Carlos go just as they stepped up to the portal before walking around him with his back to the portal as he looked at his best friend. "Come on, buddy. Let's git it."

Before Tyler stepped back into the portal, disappearing into the utter darkness, he turned to Erin and gave her a soft smile as he mumbled, "Ne vedem de cealaltă parte."



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Location: Hades Cabin
Interactions: Erin Chase @Vicier

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β€œ..which one of you is first..? I can’t hold it open forever…”

Ezra shook his head gently with a smirk, standing off to the side as he watched the group before him a moment. Part of him sat there wondering if he would see the faces in the room again, or if this would be the last time he laid his eyes on them. He was sure it was something on everyone's mind, but like him, no one would openly speak the thoughts out loud. Though he hoped everyone would return, the fact of the matter was that this quest seemed to be a pretty tall order. All one could do was hope that it was fulfilled, and the quest was brought to its bitter end. It was enough thinking about the fact that if this group couldn't recover the stupid bird that one of his best friends would be brought to her own bitter end. Though it wasn't like most of the camp wouldn't be up in arms if that happened. Erin had more people in her corner than she realized, or sometimes cared to admit. It wouldn't be the first time the children of the gods stood against their godly parents.

The first volunteer, of course, was Tyler. And as Tyler made his way through the portal, Ezra stepped forward to stand behind Erin as he placed a firm hand on her shoulder to let her know he was right there with her. The eldest son of Deimos' eyes soon flooded black as he too used his abilities, doing what he could to help Erin in the present moment. Though she put on a brave face for the group, fear was radiating from her like crazy. Ezra pulled his other hand up to her other shoulder and squeezed gently before resting his cheek over the top of her head as he closed his eyes to focus.

"You're doing great, Er. Just breathe," he whispered to her so that only she would hear him.

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Location: The Big House
Interactions: Claire Scott @KatKook, Ky'vie Morgan @Vicier, Vivian Lucasta @Metanoia

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With the approval to have Ky'vie tag along and the swift dismissal, Greyson made himself scarce with the rest of the group that had been brought to the Big House. All at once, it seemed, the group pushed out of the building with Grey tagging along patiently at the back of the pack. His eyes first caught Vivian, soaking up some of the morning sun's rays with a smile that seemed to be 100-watts itself. It was contagious. A smile crept over Grey's features as he took a step towards the cabins before hearing a voice behind him. A voice he couldn't recall as familiar to him. Turning, Grey's eyes fell on a blond girl standing at the door to the Big House, calling to someone inside. She must have been new. More than one thing about what he was witnessing before him pointed to that. Grey turned back around and walked over to the girl, clasping his hands behind his back as he stood up straighter before addressing the girl.

"I, uhm, wouldn't do that, luv. Mister D isn't in the best of moods, at this time. Might want to drop back by later in the day." Grey's eyes wandered over to see Vivian still nearby, glancing back at the girl. "I'm Greyson, by the way. Unfortunately, I'm right in the middle of going to retrieve someone for a quest, but Vivian here," he spoke the girl's name a little louder so she would hear him, motioning to Viv to come on over with a charming smile. "-Vivian is also accompanying me on said quest, but while I locate our other quest member maybe she could help you settle yourself in..?"

Greyson turned his eyes on Vivian, giving her a small smile. "I'll go find Ky'vie. Then we'll get the others and head out. Meet at Half-Blood Hill in..30?" Though it was against how Greyson handled conversations, normally allowing someone to reply before taking his leave, he turned and began jogging down the dirt path without giving Vivian the chance to get back to him, calling to the new girl over his shoulder with a wave, "Was a pleasure to have met you, by the way!" It gave him ample time to locate Ky'vie - wherever she may be - and for Vivian to help out the new girl enough to send her on her way before they made their way to Australia. Greyson pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly shot a text out to Ky'vie as he made his way to her cabin to check for her there if she didn't get back to him before he found her.

π™Άπš˜πš πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πšŽπš πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš›πšŽπšπš›πš’πšŽπšŸπšŠπš• 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš–πš’πšπš‘πš πš‹πšŽ πš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πšŽπšœπšπšŽπš πš’πš— πš“πš˜πš’πš—πš’πš—πš. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš’πš—?
To: Ky
@Luft Yes, it's like your average carnival. The students will have roughly an hour to play around and enjoy themselves before they ring the bell to head to their first period class. Grades 9-11 will just be in their homeroom classes till then.



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Location: Studio β†’ Delbrook Academy
Interactions: The boys ; Damien Lopez @Vicier, Marco Costello @LostDestiny, Sawyer Lockwood [self]

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After an entire summer of late nights with friends, this morning's alarm was especially hard to wake up to. It wasn't until the 5-minute snooze alarm went off that Daniel finally forced the covers off of himself and pushed out of bed, blindly heading for the shower. Nothing like a cold shower and a hot coffee couldn't fix. Danny just couldn't understand people who took hot showers. Sure, turning the shower water for a few moments to open up your pores before you wash your face, but to go through the entirety of one's shower with it scalding your skin? Girls. Girls were weird. It was a long-running joke between him, Damien, and Sawyer - originally started by Daniel's older brother Brandon - that girls had no souls, and they needed the heat from the waters of hell to warm their cold hearts. Though Daniel was never one to talk trash about girls - or anyone in general, for the matter - it was still remotely funny enough for a chuckle when he thought about it every now and then.

Having lived in a household where he had to share a bathroom with his older brother, Danny had mastered the art of getting ready in a real timely fashion. He'd laid out his clothes for the day on his recliner the night before - dark jeans, shoes, socks, boxers, jerseyit was a long-standing, sort of unspoken tradition that the school's sports teams wore their jerseys on the first day, a tradition Danny wasn't about to stray from - made quick work of getting dressed in his fit before snatching his keys off the wall and heading out the front door of his studio apartment. As soon as Danny stepped through the threshold, the cold, welcoming ocean air flooded his nose, a sense of warmth flooding him. It was the smell of home. One Danny knew he could never live without. There was never any specific reason why, but Danny always had a major sense of pride when he told people where he was from. The beach, the ocean - hell, the city of Long Beach - it was all he'd ever known.

A quick trip to Starbucks and a stop through a lengthy McDonald's line left Daniel enjoying his breakfast in the near-empty senior parking lot, another thing that he quite enjoyed was the quiet of the morning before the waves of students flooded in. As he sat there chowing down on his hashbrown it dawned on him he hadn't checked his phone this morning. Digging down into his pocket, he pulled out his cell and clicked the side button, bringing the screen to life. Seven missed messages. One from his mother, two from his brother Brandon and several from the lacrosse team's group chat.

π™·πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πšπš’πš›πšœπš 𝚍𝚊𝚒, πš‘πš˜πš—πšŽπš’. πš‚πšŽπš—πš’πš˜πš› πš’πšŽπšŠπš›! π™·πš˜πš  πšŽπš‘πšŒπš’πšπš’πš—πš :]
π™Όπš˜πš–


π™°πš•πš›πš’πšπš‘πš 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜- πš—πšŽπš  πš’πšŽπšŠπš›..! π™»πšŽπš'𝚜 πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš’πš πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš‹πšŠπš—πš, πš’πšŽπšŠπš‘..? πšπšŽπš–πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšƒπš’πšπšŽπšœ πš πš‘πš˜ πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšŒπš‘πšŠπš–πš™πšœ πšŠπš›πšŽ..! π™Ύπš‘, πšœπš‘πš’πš- πšπš˜πš—'𝚝 πšπš˜πš›πšπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš πšŽπšŠπš› πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš“πšŽπš›πšœπšŽπš’πšœ. π™Άπš˜πšπšπšŠ πš”πšŽπšŽπš™ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŠπšπš’πšπš’πš˜πš— πšŠπš•πš’πšŸπšŽ
π™³πšŠπš–πš’πšŽπš—


π™·πšŽπš’ πš‹πšžπšπšπš’! π™±πš’πš πšœπšŽπš—πš’πš˜πš› πš—πš˜πš . π™»πšŽπš–πš–πšŽ πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πšŽπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πšπš’πš›πš•πšœ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš’πš— πš˜πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš›-
π™±πš›πšŠπš—πšπš˜πš—


Daniel groaned to himself, quickly swiping away his brothers messages before he could even finish the first one. There was definitely no need in seeing what else he had to say. Quickly typing out a message to the lacrosse group chat, Danny hit send and grabbed hold of his coffee, mechanical pencil and I.D. lanyard from the center console of his truck before hopping out, locking his truck doors. Yes, all Danny would be attending his first day of senior year with was a pencil. If he learned anything from his previous years, the teachers always seemed to laugh at the students who brought anything more than just a pencil and a folder with a few pieces of paper. Something, if it came to him needing it, could more than likely borrow from someone else.

Waves of students were starting to flood down the street towards the front gate, Danny patiently biding his time in the packed sea of sardines waiting to get into the school. Pulling his I.D. from his back pocket, Danny flashed his photo to the guard at the desk before squeezing past some rather loud freshman - there was no denying they were fresh meat, as they had the classic lost look in their eyes as they took the school's surroundings in - something Danny would not miss. Downing the last of his coffee, he tossed the empty cup in a trash can and let himself in to the stairwell of the 900 building, pushing up to the second floor where he knew his homeroom was located.

Of course, a spanish good morning was nothing for Danny. He had a mild understanding of the language, mostly thanks to his best friend Damien and his family, and having to deal with the general public through work. It was enough to get him by Ms. Goldman with a soft, charming smile shot her way before ducking into the classroom, looking over a couple of students shoulders in front of him to see where his seat was. Right up front. Oh joy. He took a quick peak at the other names he knew of, seeing where his friends were seated in comparison. With a light nod, Daniel turned and excused himself through the growing pile of students around Ms. Goldman's desk, slipping into his designated desk.

Being seated at the front had its perks. You got to notice new faces. One in particular stood out, she looked to be seated right in front of where he'd seen Sam and D's desks. Daniel watched her a moment before turning his gaze away, not wanting to make awkward eye contact with the new girl. Last thing he wanted was to do was make one of the new kids feel like a fish in a fishbowl any more than they already did. The morning announcements went by rather quickly and before Danny could process it, they were already through the hour long assembly being ushered out towards the lacrosse field. Though it had been mentioned a few times already this morning, Danny had totally forgotten about the festivities that awaited them. Suddenly he had wished he hadn't eaten McDonald's for breakfast. The fact of the matter was, he wasn't outright starving, but he definitely could still eat. The smell of funnel cake was calling to him. Looking around, Danny finally spotted Damien, Marco and Sawyer. Slipping past a few people, he stepped up beside his teammates with a small grin.

"Bran told me from his first day of his senior year they had a lot of good vendors. I doubt they changed the list very much in the last two years. You guys eat this morning, at all?"
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"Delbrook Academy of Long Beach, California - and, of course, home of the Rising Tides..!

Today we welcome back familiar faces to a new year, and with them, a new wave of students into the sandy halls of D.A. Whether you choose to spend your time rushing the field with our five-time National Championship lacrosse team - Go, mighty Tides..! - or rocking out in the quad to the sweet rhythm of the jazz band; with more than enough extracurricular sports, activities, and clubs on offer, you're sure to find the right place for you, surrounded by like-minded peers who, despite differences, come together to create a close-knit and welcoming community.

So now that's out of the way, let's get down to the four-one-one on how your first day at Delbrook is going to go.

Today is all about getting in the groove; and no, I don't just mean with the dance squad or the cheerleaders... No. Today is going to consist of familiarizing yourself or re-familiarizing for our returning tides, with the school. This morning you'll attend your homeroom, where you'll meet your classmates and teacher before heading to the auditorium where our mighty Poseidon - our principal, for those of you who might not know - will address the school and give us a brief rundown on what the new year is going to look like. But once that's done... light that bonfire, and get ready for a luau; because the sharks, along with our amazing seniors, have prepared one hell of a welcome home party for us all..! So be sure to head on out to the lacrosse field and check it out..! There are food trucks, carnival games, rides, and booths- make new friends, meet the clubs, and prove yourself a tide to be reckoned with. And why not..? After all; new year, new you, right?

Let's make this year our most memorable yet!

For Delbrook Academy; your resident chatty dolphin, signing off..!"


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@Akayaofthemoon @alexfangtalon @Blizz @King Kindred @LostDestiny @Luft @MarshiestMallow @Metanoia @Pyxis @Rodiak @TGM @Timemaster @Vicier @Viktorseier


With the five-minute bell ringing to let the students know it is time to head on into their homeroom class, Miss Goldman positioned herself just outside of her classroom door with a hand clasped over the other in front of her as she patiently waits for her students to arrive. Or as she would put it, jokingly, her first victims of the day. A couple of students attempting to hurry past her into the room catching her eye as she quickly pulled them back out into the hallway to line up along the wall of lockers outside of her classroom. Goldman couldn't help the bright smile that painted her already vibrant features as she looked at the increasing line outside of her door, waving to a few familiar faces in passing.

With a small smirk, Miss Goldman stepped back to open up space for the students to enter the room single-file, looking each and every student in the eyes while greeting them with different 'hello's and 'good morning's as they entered, waiting for them to answer her back before permitting them entry, chuckling at a few of the students who just looked on at her in confusion. Students who clearly did not take Spanish for their Language Elective.

"There is a seating chart to follow on the desk at the front of the class. Have a look, find your seat, and sit yourselves down until further instructions, please," she spoke to the class in English as they entered. Once every one of the students was inside, she glanced down the hallway to check for any potential stragglers before turning back to her classroom, leaving the door wide open in case any tardy students were brought in from the front office. Walking to her desk she quickly picked up a clipboard with a few sheets of paper on it, looking out at the class as she checked back and forth between the seating chart and the students of her homeroom class.

"Alright, looks like the majority of you are here and have found your seats. Buenos dias clase," slipping a single leg back, she lowered herself a tad. Her head bending forward just slightly, giving a respectful nod to the class before continuing.

"Mi nombre es Sra. Goldman. You may call me by Ms. Goldman, or Ms. G. If there is any name you would like me to refer to you as, please come write it on the seating chart at the end of the class before you leave. I will leave it on my desk for you." Ms. Goldman paused a moment, looking out at the students before her.

"Looks like we have... almost all seniors in here, with.. a junior or two..? Hmm. And a few new faces! Que asombroso! Well.. my 11th graders and our newcomers, don't get too overwhelmed. I know, it's a dumb thing to ask of you. May already be overwhelmed. D.A. does things quite differently than most schools, and it's got enough students and staff to make its own city, really. I'm sure my lovely seniors here will be very welcoming to you and be willing to help you out in finding your classes. Isn't that right, guys?" Goldman eyes her class, most especially the students she knows from having in her classes in years prior.

"As for how I run my homeroom, you are allowed to do just about whatever you'd like. Catch up on that sleep you missed out on, do homework, be on your phone... you have freedom in here. The only thing I ask is that you don't bring food in here. Ants can become a serious problem in here. They're kind of hard to spot on this peppered tile flooring. That's one of the only things I ask you don't do is eat in here. Do that before you come in or after you leave my classroom," Ms. Goldman smiles softly, continuing.

"Today is going to go by kind of quick, and there is much to do. Unfortunately, as much as I'd love to get to know a bit about you all today, we will have to save it for tomorrow." Glancing up at the clock hanging above the door frame, Goldman chewed on the inside of her lower lip thoughtfully. "Mr. McGregor should be starting his morning announcement here, shortly. Until then, you are free to do as you please while I go over my lesson plans for the week."

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After a few minutes had gone by, static sounded from the speaker up in the corner of the room above the door as the mic flipped on, Miss Goldman quickly held up a hand sign with one hand, the other snapping a few times to grab students' attention before she brought her index finger to her lips. The room itself fell silent and a single voice - gentle and warm - can be heard filling the campus. Retired Marine, current Head Principle at Delbrook, Mr. Jack McGregor.

"Hello, students, staff.. new and old. Welcome. If you would please do me the honor, and stand from your seats, placing your hand over your heart and repeat the Pledge of Allegiance with me? It's fine if you don't want to say it, I understand your disconcerts, but it would please me greatly if those of you who don't want to say it, at least stand with the rest of us."

He gave everyone a few moments before continuing to recite the Pledge, giving another short couple of moments to allow the students to get seated and quiet down in their classrooms before starting off with his first-day announcement.

"Today, students, you have made it to your first class. Homeroom. Turn to the people beside you and introduce yourself, if you haven't already done so because this class will be seeing you every day 5 times a week till the end of our school year. This will be the only class you will be seeing on a daily basis unless we have GREEN Days, which are just what we call our minimum days where you will be attending all eight classes on your schedule. Green is a go!" McGregor chuckled lightly, clearing his throat.

"There will be an assembly, which each and every one of you will be attending before we can turn you over to the festivities that I'm sure you're all aware of that wait for you out on the turf. Before I go, I just want to give a quick appreciative shout-out to our school's teachers, cafeteria workers, the custodial staff, parent volunteers, and secretaries. Without you all, this wouldn't be possible. For you students, please enjoy your year here at Delbrook Academy High. I wish you all the best in this new year. For now, let's just worry about getting through the first day. Make the most of it. Thank you."

The speaker cut out then and Ms. Goldman asked that her homeroom students get into a single-file line, once the class had done so, she led them to the auditorium where they would sit through an hour-long pep talk from Mr. McGregor and the school's Vice Principal, Ms. Bauer about how they imagine the school year to run. At the end of the assembly, the V.P. turned everyone back over to Ms. Goldman, who took the students out to the lacrosse field, taking a quick headcount before she set the class free to their own devices. The field was littered with booths upon booths, almost the equivalent to a carnival except all that's missing is the Ferris Wheel. All the rides are located out on the baseball field on the south side of the school.
@Luft I absolutely love Scout. Great character, hun! She's accepted and good to be moved over to the CHAR tab <3

@metanoia Denied.

Of course, totally kidding. I am looking forward to seeing Kyle in the RP. He sounds like he's going to be an interesting character ^^ Move him on over, hun <3

@Pyxis The bit "with the help of sparknotes" got me haha. I really like this character I mean, I've loved all your characters so far that I've seen in the roleplays we're in together <3. He's accepted, hun. Move him on over with your other character <3 ^^
So.. I got the OOC up sooner than expected. Those of you who have expressed interest, feel free to head over into the OOC thread and check it out <3 It is written that the RP is full, but everyone here in the IC is already written into the list of people who will be accepted and able to post up their characters. If you haven't joined our Discord server, message me for the CS.
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