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@HaleyTheRandom Am ok! Planning to get out and about today. It's my day off!

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Good morning! c:

Let our voices be heard! [Voice acting idea]

Aw, I missed. Oh well, next time perhaps! c:

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@Prints Avoid Can't wait to see how they turn out! c:

Also, I finally posted. Lkjasdl. x.x

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Location... Dining Hall.
Interacting With... Ollie @Liriia and Katsuya @aladdin_sane

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Plans for the day? She had seriously debated sleeping until the next day, but Ollie was here. Low would pass that over with the hopes that she wouldn't face repercussions. Her doctor said she needed the appropriate amount of sleep alongside the recovery. Whatever that truly meant, she wasn't sure. Bed at seven? Eight? She had asked specifics, but he'd given a rather dismissive shrug and said 'it depends on when you wake up'. Routine was better, wasn't it? A body moved like clockwork if the alarm went off the same time every day.

She twirled a lock of long hair, smudging the black she'd wiped from eye where it was twisted. Her spindly fingers felt along her jacket – phone inactive. It was easy to be disappointed, but it was much better to be hopeful. Stacey, Sebastian... whomever else she thought to send a text to would reply later. That was how the ship sailed, wasn't it? ”I wouldn't mind if we didn't.”

She stifled a yawn, tum quite full from a satisfying breakfast. A lot of energy buzzed around the room. It clashed with her own, timid lifestyle. There were plenty of new faces, new graces around this time. A chance to make friends new and enemies just as fresh. Speaking of friends, Katsuya meandered over, introducing herself to their group with settling of the tray. The girl before her was a rambler. Perhaps narrative, otherwise nervous and strangely, absolutley Gray Team.

Again, Low considered why she hadn't been added to that group. Drugs wasn't an odd thing. What was odd happened to be her freshman placement with the Red team. What a mistake that was. Richard did not take well to her at all. There was a vague memory of her tossing something heavy at him once. The anger still sat her in gut. It was such a shame he was here again this year. It always bothered her when she didn't get along with others.

”Hi,” the recovering creature bade peacefully to the fantasy-driven Katsuya. Her imagination was as wide as her eyes, even with a mouthful of food... Low imagined there was some war going on in her mouth, the teeth the indomitable force and the food an underdog, decimated, squandered. Thinking more on the first question, her pinky trailed and tapped the nail of her dear sweet Ollie.

”I want to do nothing and everything at once. Nothing? Something?” She frowned. A clear sign of being overwhelmed! Help, dear friend. Help! A decision needed to be made but Low wasn't prepared enough to make it. They had all gotten here moments prior after all.

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@aladdin_sane
Geeze, I wish. Just got home from work.
Once I decompress I'll be posting soon.

It's so much fun to have a drunk customer swear and scream at you when you refuse to sell after they don't present an ID. Somuchfun

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Sombrero She can't drink other vampires blood. Of course, she'd know if they were. I'm going off the idea that they don't have a pulse.
She's restrained enough that she doesn't kill anyone who has their life before them. She mostly preys on the old and weak.

If he stepped out, she'd probably nibble until she felt stable. :D

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@HushedWhispers oh! That works. That's a totally human thing to do. They can always reply later... Or not at all! Shm, teens amirite?

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Again I'm at work, wishing I was home. I love having all of these posts to read!

@HushedWhispers Pssst, hey, Low sent Stacey and Sebastian texts... `^` maybe they'll see them later ;)

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Location... Dining Hall.
Interacting With... Ollie @Liriia

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”Yeah, driving through the changes in the weather was inspiring.” The thunderstorms, the dry heat, everything and nothing in between. And late at night on an empty stretch of highway, she'd roll down her window and listen to the crickets and hoppers chirp their summer heat tune. It was a great drive. It took a week of constant driving, it drained a bit of her savings, but it was worth it, she told herself adamantly. It was worth it because she wasn't buying drugs.

Unsurprisingly, breakfast was devoured in silence. Low had never been a chatty girl and unless something mystical happened this year things would stay the same. There was a comfort in the idea of slow change, fast and furious was not her style. Even though she'd led a life of tell-tale drugs and had essentially become the camps 'creature feature', the recovering girl was not a party animal, she did not scope the scene for attractive boys and girls. Rather, simply, she got her high and laid somewhere alone, shivering and sweating the self-concocted misery of man-made drug away.

To hear that Ollie was proud of her made a tiny bird in her heart swell and sing. It was a tiny tune that danced in her blue eyes, a smile passed, covered only for the fact she might have had food on her teeth. They messaged frequently, but they rarely Skype'd or called over the phone. Neither had the time or capacity to keep a piece of technology pressed against their ears besides music. Speaking of, she turned the volume down on her phone, tapped the standard music app and loaded a song she'd freshly discovered the other day.

”You might like it,” I mean... I do. Low offered bashfully, the last thought hinted on the edge of her sentence, picking apart the English muffin on her plate. They liked a lot of things together. It was surprising they hadn't put Low on Gray, or Ollie on Green. Of course, their friendship wasn't as petty as that. After the song ran through she closed the app entirely and tucked her cat-cased phone away, missing her own at home. Her psychologist had offered to take care of her smush-faced baby for her, even going as far as to take her into their own home for the summer.

'A pet helps', they said. If only they allowed her to take her precious cat to camp. It would have been less traumatizing to lose her cat to the forest than to someone busting into her home looking for drugs. She'd saved Pagan a few times from disaster, tucking into the water closet while people ransacked her home. They never took anything, as she kept everything simple. There was no tv, no computer. Just her phone which she always kept close to her person.

Blue eyes met her friends shaded own with a joyous crinkle. A piece of english muffin passed glossed lips. She hadn't put anything dark on them just yet. That was for the afternoons and nights. At least, that's what she read on a make-up blog.