I sense a possible romance between Jake and Ryva. After all, he did say, "He couldn't help but notice Ryva's eyes were very alluring..."
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Jake opened the door with his foot, and held out a drink saying "Whats up you big irresistible lu......." and then he kind of froze. He was shirtless, on his arms and chest were lighter colored then the rest of his skin, and Ryva couldn't help but notice that his upper body was really toned, but not in the I'm-using-steroids-kind of way. In the middle of his chest were oddly triangle shaped burn scars that made her wonder if he'd been abused, somehow, in his past. "By the way it was a bit of a dick move for me to pour that drink on you. I'm very sorry I just am really random when I drink and I can't sit still when there's conflict I have to put my two cents in or it drives me crazy." His voice brought her back from her musings, and a slightly pink tint colored her cheeks.
Ryva smiled. "That's alright, lad," she said. "I came tae apologize for being an ass at the cafe." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Do ye mind if me an' Moose come in?" For some reason her heart was beating a bit fast, like when she is about to go onstage and greet her fans. What is wrong with me? she scolded herself on the inside. All I know about him is his name, that he's a bit out of his mind when he drinks, and can't sit still when there's conflict. And two thirds of that is fresh new to me. I mean, we're all a bit slighted in th' head, but seriously, what th' feck? On the outside, she had a slightly embarrassed smile on her face, and her long brown hair kept getting into her eyes, forcing her to constantly tuck it behind her ear.
Ryva smiled. "That's alright, lad," she said. "I came tae apologize for being an ass at the cafe." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Do ye mind if me an' Moose come in?" For some reason her heart was beating a bit fast, like when she is about to go onstage and greet her fans. What is wrong with me? she scolded herself on the inside. All I know about him is his name, that he's a bit out of his mind when he drinks, and can't sit still when there's conflict. And two thirds of that is fresh new to me. I mean, we're all a bit slighted in th' head, but seriously, what th' feck? On the outside, she had a slightly embarrassed smile on her face, and her long brown hair kept getting into her eyes, forcing her to constantly tuck it behind her ear.
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"Flatmates then," Mashuka said, climbing onto the top bunk by the door. "Lucky me, bet I'll learn plenty living around upperclassmen."
Leon tilted his head at the other boy. "Don't be too sure about that, amico mio," Leo grinned. "I'm not too sure I've learned anything I didn't already know at least a little bit about, academic wise. But school wise? Oh boy." The italian chuckled. "You'll learn so much." Maybe he was scaring the other one on purpose just a little bit, but hey-he'd never gotten to do it before now, so why not?
Leon hummed speculatively. "Wonder what they've cooked up today," he commented, sliding out of bed head-first, only to twist in the air like a cat and land on his feet, with one arm spread for balance. His ankle still throbbed a bit from earlier. "Come on, ragazzi," he said, rising from his crouching position. "Let's go eat, sì? I'm hungry. Peccato che non servono Alfredo di pollo più spesso." He mumbled the last part to himself as he padded out of the room, heading for the cafeteria.
Leon tilted his head at the other boy. "Don't be too sure about that, amico mio," Leo grinned. "I'm not too sure I've learned anything I didn't already know at least a little bit about, academic wise. But school wise? Oh boy." The italian chuckled. "You'll learn so much." Maybe he was scaring the other one on purpose just a little bit, but hey-he'd never gotten to do it before now, so why not?
"Attention all students of Riddle Academy. There will be an early lunch today. Lunch begins promptly in thirty minutes, regardless of what you are doing.
That is all.”
That is all.”
Leon hummed speculatively. "Wonder what they've cooked up today," he commented, sliding out of bed head-first, only to twist in the air like a cat and land on his feet, with one arm spread for balance. His ankle still throbbed a bit from earlier. "Come on, ragazzi," he said, rising from his crouching position. "Let's go eat, sì? I'm hungry. Peccato che non servono Alfredo di pollo più spesso." He mumbled the last part to himself as he padded out of the room, heading for the cafeteria.
"Ceart go leor, Arty. " Then Ryva blushed a little at Jake's comment and hid her face in her arms. "Cén fáth a bhfuil mé deireadh suas i gcónaí a bheith ar an asal i ngach cás a rachaidh mé isteach? Dhíth orm sos." She lifted her head to watch Nori play matchmaker, while Arty and Kameyo blushed and avoided each other's gazes. Ryva took a long look at her drink before downing the rest of it and getting up to throw it in the trash. she then walked back to the table and slipped on her leather jacket, grabbed Moose's leash and gave a quick bow to everyone.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go, everyone. I'll catch you up later. Slán." Then she waved and jogged out of the cafe. What did he say his address was? Ryva thought as Moose trotted beside her. Oh yeah, 19 S park st. she sighed and transitioned into a full run. Moose barked happily, liking that he got to stretch out into his run. Ryva had nearly forgotten about her original mission, so she passed Jake's house, then skidded to a stop. She leaned against a lampost to catch her breath, then remembered and walked back to Jake's place. she walked up the front steps and knocked.
She waited. Moose panted and lay down.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go, everyone. I'll catch you up later. Slán." Then she waved and jogged out of the cafe. What did he say his address was? Ryva thought as Moose trotted beside her. Oh yeah, 19 S park st. she sighed and transitioned into a full run. Moose barked happily, liking that he got to stretch out into his run. Ryva had nearly forgotten about her original mission, so she passed Jake's house, then skidded to a stop. She leaned against a lampost to catch her breath, then remembered and walked back to Jake's place. she walked up the front steps and knocked.
She waited. Moose panted and lay down.
@Savo In a little while. I've been really busy the past few weeks, so I haven't been able to get anything down. I usually start a rough draft on my flash drive and then post it, but like i said-I've been busy. Sorry.
@WaddleDaisy I finally know where your signature is from! It's from Spirited Away! I watched it last night with my friend.
A young woman with a mask that covered most of her face dashed down the middle of the road, avoiding being hit by a horse and a cart or two, before ducking into a dead end alley, hiding from the soldiers that had been on her trail. She grinned as she lifted the heavy purse from beneath her long jacket and inspected the contents. The family jewels of a pompous nobleman sparkled dimly in the weak light that the alley afforded her. She peeked out from her hiding pace, senses straining for any sign of the soldiers. Nothing.
"Filthy bilgerats," she whispered breathlessly. "Can no' even tell when they've been played for fools. Especially if they've been played by the fairer sex." She chuckled to herself as she took off her mask and placed it in the bag with the jewels, took her hair down and fluffed it out, pinching her cheeks and chewing on her lips to make it look like she was just another young lass going out for a night on the town. If you could really call it that. She cautiously walked out, then settled into a stride that spoke of confidence, and she let the saber hanging from her belt show-a warning to anyone who might think to try and handle her roughly.
Alice Stonewall made her way to the Bent Dagger weapon smith, and left half of the jewels for the head blacksmith. The rest she was saving so she could buy a dog. She'd prefer that it be a pup instead of a full grown, but she would take whatever she could find. She hummed to herself as she then placed her mask upon her face once more-she didn't want to risk being recognized-and made her way to the Inn at the Edge of the World for a drink. After a full day of delivering the commission slips to the weapon smith and stealing small trifles from nobles and well of people, she was ready to relax.
She was nearly to the door when a man and a woman stepped neatly in front of her, irking her.
"Step aside, lad," she said irritably, pushing past. "Ye're blocking the doorway." Her black and bronze mask flashed in the light, framing her brown eyes, highlighting the gold flecks.
"Filthy bilgerats," she whispered breathlessly. "Can no' even tell when they've been played for fools. Especially if they've been played by the fairer sex." She chuckled to herself as she took off her mask and placed it in the bag with the jewels, took her hair down and fluffed it out, pinching her cheeks and chewing on her lips to make it look like she was just another young lass going out for a night on the town. If you could really call it that. She cautiously walked out, then settled into a stride that spoke of confidence, and she let the saber hanging from her belt show-a warning to anyone who might think to try and handle her roughly.
Alice Stonewall made her way to the Bent Dagger weapon smith, and left half of the jewels for the head blacksmith. The rest she was saving so she could buy a dog. She'd prefer that it be a pup instead of a full grown, but she would take whatever she could find. She hummed to herself as she then placed her mask upon her face once more-she didn't want to risk being recognized-and made her way to the Inn at the Edge of the World for a drink. After a full day of delivering the commission slips to the weapon smith and stealing small trifles from nobles and well of people, she was ready to relax.
She was nearly to the door when a man and a woman stepped neatly in front of her, irking her.
"Step aside, lad," she said irritably, pushing past. "Ye're blocking the doorway." Her black and bronze mask flashed in the light, framing her brown eyes, highlighting the gold flecks.
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