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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 7:32 am
【 2038 】xxx space(Ω) Sų-Jïŋ Cɧσ
spxxxxxxxxxce➥ 【 Halfblood ￭ Hufflepuff First Year ￭ Researcher 】
spaYou go sleep with the fishes; There's no room for you here, there's no room for you here
spaWrap your teeth around the pavement. 'Cause your body's a message, send my regards to hell!
spaFall upon your knees, sing, "This is my body and soul here."
spaCrawl and beg and plead, sing, "You've got the power and control!"
spaDon't pin it all on me, don't pin it all on me!
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The art club was one of the things Su-Jin always looked forward to, but that was one of the things he can do. Also, it was one of the things that kept him sane back in Wales- that and watching downloaded movies with Mye. Myeong always loved watching movies, especially when fun facts were going to be involved. That being said, he felt like she would make a good Ravenclaw- or perhaps a better Hufflepuff than him. Sure, Ji assured him that there had to be something that made him a Hufflepuff and as much as Sujin trusted his brother to take his advice, it was still a struggle to actually apply it. Easier said than done, after all.
Anyway, he walked in the room with a sketchpad with him. Sujin was honestly impressed about how many nice artworks were at display here, especially the painting that was worked on by the older fourth year Ravenclaw. He was about to say 'hi' to the Ravenclaw boy when someone else suddenly called out a girl in a rude manner. Okay sure, Sujin can admit that he come off as rude but he wasn't an arsehole enough to call someone like that. He was also about to speak up until the Ravenclaw boy beat him to it and scolded the a*****e to sod off, and Sujin knew better than suddenly butting in. He did, however, gave the brunette boy a disapproving look; shaking his head before sitting beside a white-haired girl and mind his own business (i.e drawing). Of course that didn't mean he won't watch the whole thing.
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spaYou've been granted three wishes; Say goodbye to your mother, your father, your son
spaI can hear your pulse racing from here, sitting next to this gun beats your heart in your mouth!
spaFall upon your knees, sing, "This is my body and soul here."
spaCrawl and beg and plead, sing, "You've got the power and control here!"
spaOh blame, blame, blame! I got you, I got you...
with [people] at [Ary Club]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【 SIGNATURE SONG 】-【 ATTIRE 】-【 PERSONAL FILES 】
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((out of character notes goes here))
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 9:59 pm
E L I Z A B E T HxxxW H Y T E
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Lizzy practically preened under Beckah's praise. "They're nothing really, especially not compared to yours," she said demurely, although her wide smile and blush betrayed her happiness. Compliments still flustered her. Beckah's next words caused her to blink at her in surprise. She met a wood nymph? That was so cool! "Really? What was she like? Was she nice? Are they actually green?" The questions tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them and her face turned bright red once she realized how rude she was being. "I'm really sorry, I just find them and centaurs and others really interesting," she admitted, shrinking into herself and hoping the ground would just swallow her. Things were going too well, she should have known she'd do something stupid. And as if things weren't bad enough, Peter suddenly appeared and called out for her in front of everyone! Lizzy stared at the scene in horror. What was he doing here? He was going to ruin everything!
She gathered her wits enough to shift behind as Dris thankfully intercepted Peter before he could do any damage (his defence of her causing a surge of gratitude for her captain) , scouring her brain for a distraction. She wanted nothing to do with her stupid brother and maybe if she pretended he didn't exist, he'd go away? "So, uh, do you like to paint? I like watercolours but I use colour pencils more," she abruptly asked Beckah, doing her utmost to pretend everything was fine and ignoring the suspicious looks she was sending her brother. He had to leave sometime.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 10:44 pm
P E T E RxxxW H Y T E
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Seeing that his sister still didn't respond, Peter scowled and would have walked up to her himself if it wasn't for the particularly nosy and irritating club captain. He glared at the younger boy, willing him to get lost. "I don't remember calling your name, Abrams, so don't got sticking your nose where it has no business being. This is between Liz and I." He turned to push past him towards the corner his sister was occupying, sending her a scathing look. "What, are you deaf now? I just want to talk, and ignoring me was what made me come here in the first place."/color] She tensed and barely resisted from snapping at him, determined to continue her conversation with Heartwood (frankly, he wasn't surprised they gravitated together, birds of a feather and all that. Her lack of reaction merely caused his irritation to spike up more and Peter stopped himself from kicking a table over. "So you're happy that you're wasting the one talent you have? You're being even more stupid than usual," he said incredulously, sending the book in her lap a contemptuous look. "What's so special that you'd rather waste time here than in music?"
The chair clattered as Lizzy finally stood up and glared at him darkly. "I told you I don't want to go to music, why won't you leave me alone for once!" Her sketchbook was clenched tightly in her hands and Lizzy felt like bashing him with it. Why couldn't he leave her in peace? She sent a helpless look at the other club members, wordlessly apologizing to them before turning back to her brother.
Peter didn't even flinch at her outburst, glaring back at her. "Well if you aren't acting like an idiot I would! You could try listening for once in your life, maybe you'll be surprised'"
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 7:05 am
✼ Ƒσυятн Ƴєαя Rανєηcℓαω Ƈнαѕєя ✼ Ƒσυη∂єя & Ƈαρтαιη σƒ Aят Ƈℓυв ✼Dris narrowed his eyes when Peter stepped closer. He was not about to upset one of the art club kids, be it his sister or not. After his sassy comment, Dris looked over at the younger girl, who clearly looked mortified. "Well, the way I see it, she doesn't want anything between you and she. If you want to start drama here, you'll have to go through me to do it." The older Ravenclaw pushed past regardless, going to scold the young Hufflepuff. The lanky teen watched with arms crossed and an angry glare on his face. He wasn't truly angry until Peter motioned that doing art was wasting anyone's talent. Lizzie replied, saying she didn't want to be in music, but she did want to be left alone. Maybe that would be the end of it. Of course, with Peter, it's never quite the end. He called the girl an idiot, and Dris snapped. "Peter. You've long since overstayed your welcome. If you are not out of this room in the next five seconds, I will personally escort you out. Though I'll take your arse all the way to Professor Hawthorne's office and let you explain to her just why art is unimportant. Hell, you want to introduce her to music, which - guess what - IS JUST MORE ART!" He was shaking with rage, and if he continued to watch Peter, he might just throttle him. With a deep breath, he calmed himself down a bit, just long enough to resume. "Peter, the only idiot within these walls is you. Now, follow your own advice and listen. Get. The. Hell. Out." The last few words were spoken through grit teeth, the synestesiate saw only the reddish-brown muddy color that was Peter's god-awful voice. He swore if the fifth year didn't leave, he'd just pick him up and hurl him out of the room. It'd be better than seeing his ugly mug, anyway. That, and Lizzie could have her feelings spared a bit, at least.
I'ᴍ ᴀ яєcкℓєѕѕ мιѕтαкє. I'ᴍ ᴀ cσℓ∂ ηιgнт'ѕ ιηтαкє. I'ᴍ ᴀ σηє ηιgнт тσσ ℓσηg. I'ᴍ ᴀ cσмє ση тσσ ѕтяσηg
Aʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ℓινιηg ιη тнє ƒαѕт ℓαηє. Cᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ I'ᴍ ᴀ яσℓℓιη' ƒяєιgнт тяαιη
Oɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, gσттα ѕтαят αℓℓ σνєя, ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, I'ᴍ ᴀ ℓσηє яє∂ яσνєя
I'ᴍ ᴀ нσℓ∂ му cαя∂ѕ cℓσѕє. I'ᴍ ᴀ ωяєcк ωнαт I ℓσνє мσѕт. I'ᴍ ᴀ ƒιяѕт cℓαѕѕ ℓєт ∂σωη. I'ᴍ ᴀ ѕнυт υρ, ѕιт ∂σωη
Hᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs? Lσνє ιѕ α ρσℓαяσι∂; ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ηєνєя cαη ƒιℓℓ тнє νσι∂
I'ᴍ ᴀ мι∂ηιgнт тαℓкєя. Oʜ, I'ᴍ ᴀɴ αℓℓєу ωαℓкєя. I'ᴍ ᴀ ∂αу ℓαтє тωσ ƒαcє. I'ᴍ ᴀ вυяη συт qυιcк ραcє
I ᴀᴍ ᴀ нєα∂ cαѕє. I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ cσℓσя σƒ вσσм ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ уσυ αяє тнє σρєяα
Aʟᴡᴀʏs ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴜɴᴇ. Aη∂ I αм тнє cσℓσя σƒ вσσм!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 7:32 pm
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xLocation: Art Club
xWith: Dris and Lizzie
xStatus: SingleHer glances between the three people involved in the conflict became more furtive and finally, she fixed her eyes solely on Peter. If he was going to menace the girl, his sister, he'd have to go through Beckah as well. She wrapped her arm protectively around the girl and sneered at the boy. Dris snapped at him and Beck's head snapped to look at him. She'd never heard him speak like that and the only times she'd recognized that tone was when she'd screamed at Peter and when she heard the neighbors fighting. Her heart started to pound and her blood rushed to her head. It was her fight or flight instinct. Last time she'd felt it, she had to be pulled off of Peter's back. Lizzie had asked her if she painted, trying to drown out her brother, so Beckah decided answering her would hopefully draw the girl's attention. "No, I'm no good. I draw. And write music. And charcoal is my new thing but I'm no good at it." She indicated the charcoal drawing of the forest she'd done from the owlery. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
Out of Character: {...}
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 7:56 am
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Lizzy breathed heavily after her outburst, barely remembering to loosen her grip around her sketchbook. She didn't want to damage it, especially not to hit Peter. But she needed to calm down first, which was hard to do with the bubbling anger still boiling inside her. Her sentiment must have been shared because Dris snapped at her brother with enough venom to cause to blink. She'd never seen him looking as furious as he did now and it was a bit scary, but Lizzy couldn't help but feel reassured by his willingness to defend the club and art as a whole as well as his attempt to protect her. She needed to thank him somehow later, if only she could find a way to express her gratitude properly
Beckah's arms wrapping around her startled her and when Lizzy turned to look at her, she talked about using charcoal? She was confused for a moment, until she remembered the question she'd asked. ”It looks good, and you can always improve,“ she replied, following Beckah’s lead and giving her a grateful smile. ”I’m not good at writing music or poetry but it’s really cool.“
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 8:14 pm
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Liz remained silent after his last remark, keeping her death grip on her book, but Peter didn't feel satisfaction at that, only more frustration. He'd already told her to come before school started, but why wouldn't she listen? He opened his mouth but anything he might have said was interrupted by Abrams' furious tirade. "I thought I told you to mind your business," he hissed, but Abrams continued on, volume progressively increasing until he was shouting. Peter might have taken a step back at his vicious glare, straightening himself when he realised it. He was loath to scurry away with his tail between his legs, but he didn't know how serious Abrams was about the threat, and the last thing he wanted was to be forced into Professor Hawthorne's office, especially not for this, and he knew that word would reach Phoebe within hours if not minutes. He could feel the eyes of the other art club members on his back and he glowered at them all, sending his harshest glares at Liz and Abrams looking away and snorting. "I don't even know why I bothered,'" he growled, storming out of the room stopping at the doorway. "Do whatever the hell you want, see if I ever care,'" he directed this at Liz before leaving, his mood the foulest it's been in a while.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:42 pm
 Faina Patrovna-Harcroft
Slytherin │ Second Year │ Twelve Years Old │ Single
"Thank you, Dris," said Faina, it felt nice to be welcomed here, and it was one of the reasons why she liked coming here. She was also appreciative of the pillow and blanket which was placed at her usual spot. The twelve year old wanted to speak to her friend, Lizzie, but before she could she became aware of Peter's arrival. She'd heard about him, of course, but she'd never really seen him before, nor cared to ever again the way he was talking to her friend. As Peter continued to speak, Faina decided to do something about him; it mattered not at all to her he was three years her senior. Setting her sketchbook aside, with jaw clenched, she stood and balled up her hands as was prepared to confront Peter, when Dris intervened.
Faina had never seen Dris get angry before, and was convinced he was capable and willing to carry out his stated intention. She was still willing to give him aid if Peter gave him further trouble, but was just as glad to see the older Ravenclaw leave in a huff. Faina let her breath out in a quiet hiss, and stepped back, as she didn't want to ratchet tensions up. Right then, she wanted to be there to support her friends, not become a problem.
OOC: Open for Interaction  "Precious and fragile things, need special handling
My God what have we done to you?
We always try to share, the tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged, things get broken
I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle, there was so little left to give "
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 7:26 pm
✼ Ƒσυятн Ƴєαя Rανєηcℓαω Ƈнαѕєя ✼ Ƒσυη∂єя & Ƈαρтαιη σƒ Aят Ƈℓυв ✼Dris crossed his arms, stretching to stand as absolutely tall as he could. He would NOT stand for anyone coming into his club to make others uncomfortable. Peter told him to mind his own business, which earned the older Ravenclaw a glare. Dris' lip twitched a bit, the teen wanting to further into protection mode. Lizzie didn't deserve a dickhole brother like Peter. Luckily, it seemed the fifth year was a little off his nerve. Good. It'd be easier to throw him out on his ear. At the very least, his threat to take him to Professor Hawthorne. If anyone would scold the idiot, she was the one. Her kids were wild as it were, so Peter'd be a piece of cake compared to them. Luckily, Peter decided he wasn't about to win the fight here. He snorted, then made a big show of leaving. As soon as he'd stepped out, the captain called out after him. "You ever want to come back, you'd better remember what happened here today. I'll defend any one of these kids, now and forever!" He stepped back in the room and let out a heavy exhale. When he was done, he looked at all the people in the room. "Sorry about that, guys. I was trying to keep better control on my temper. But... if any of you ever need me, I'll be here for you. T'wasn't a big show of words. You guys are all wonderful, and you deserve so much. If you need to talk, I'll be here, and that's my promise to you all." On his words about deserving more, he'd subtly glanced at Lizzie, hoping she understood that he'd be by her side if ever Peter bothered her. He was still too peeved to even consider painting at the moment, so he instead sat in the little crowd of Beckah, Lizzie, Faina, and a new boy he'd not yet met. To him, Dris offered a grin. "I promise this club usually isn't so dramatic. I'm Dris, though, the Captain, and I do hope you like the club." He leaned against the wall, still trying to calm his racing heart. Peter seemed to always know how to get under people's skin, no matter the circumstances. He hoped his shaking hands would calm soon, if only so he could try and return the club to normalcy.
I'ᴍ ᴀ яєcкℓєѕѕ мιѕтαкє. I'ᴍ ᴀ cσℓ∂ ηιgнт'ѕ ιηтαкє. I'ᴍ ᴀ σηє ηιgнт тσσ ℓσηg. I'ᴍ ᴀ cσмє ση тσσ ѕтяσηg
Aʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ℓινιηg ιη тнє ƒαѕт ℓαηє. Cᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ I'ᴍ ᴀ яσℓℓιη' ƒяєιgнт тяαιη
Oɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, gσттα ѕтαят αℓℓ σνєя, ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, I'ᴍ ᴀ ℓσηє яє∂ яσνєя
I'ᴍ ᴀ нσℓ∂ му cαя∂ѕ cℓσѕє. I'ᴍ ᴀ ωяєcк ωнαт I ℓσνє мσѕт. I'ᴍ ᴀ ƒιяѕт cℓαѕѕ ℓєт ∂σωη. I'ᴍ ᴀ ѕнυт υρ, ѕιт ∂σωη
Hᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs? Lσνє ιѕ α ρσℓαяσι∂; ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ηєνєя cαη ƒιℓℓ тнє νσι∂
I'ᴍ ᴀ мι∂ηιgнт тαℓкєя. Oʜ, I'ᴍ ᴀɴ αℓℓєу ωαℓкєя. I'ᴍ ᴀ ∂αу ℓαтє тωσ ƒαcє. I'ᴍ ᴀ вυяη συт qυιcк ραcє
I ᴀᴍ ᴀ нєα∂ cαѕє. I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ cσℓσя σƒ вσσм ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ уσυ αяє тнє σρєяα
Aʟᴡᴀʏs ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴜɴᴇ. Aη∂ I αм тнє cσℓσя σƒ вσσм!
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 7:46 pm
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓яєвєкαн ❤ нєαятωσσ∂fιfтн уєαя нυffℓєρυff┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ xFeeling: Defensive
xLocation: Art Club
xWith: Dris and Lizzie
xStatus: SingleBeckah puffed her chest, watching Peter as he became more uneasy with the mood in the club room, then he finally broke and gave in. He blustered out of the room, leaving them in relative silence. Glancing at Dris as he spoke, Beckah could see that he was very much removed from his usual mood and she hated to see that. He was one of her best friends and she was acutely aware of when he was in a bad mood. Flashing a small smile to Lizzie, Beckah went over to Dris and took his still shaking hand into hers for a moment and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was something her parents had always done with her when she was in a mood and it usually helped to remind her that there were people who cared about her. "Thank you, Dris," she said quietly. Then she went back to Lizzie and, re-assuming her jovial mood, addressed Lizzie. "Show me more of your drawings. They're really good and I want to see more." Her blue gray eyes flashed happily as she smiled at the younger Hufflepuff. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
Out of Character: {...}
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 8:17 am
【 2038 】xxx space(Ω) Sų-Jïŋ Cɧσ
spxxxxxxxxxce➥ 【 Halfblood ￭ Hufflepuff First Year ￭ Researcher 】
spaYou go sleep with the fishes; There's no room for you here, there's no room for you here
spaWrap your teeth around the pavement. 'Cause your body's a message, send my regards to hell!
spaFall upon your knees, sing, "This is my body and soul here."
spaCrawl and beg and plead, sing, "You've got the power and control!"
spaDon't pin it all on me, don't pin it all on me!
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Su-Jin quietly watched the whole fiasco going on, successfully doing his best to stay where he was because the older one got it. But honestly? He wanted to give that Ravenclaw fifth year an earful of rants, because boy the guy was leaking twenty shades of superiority complex. He slouched against the wall and couldn't get to have good art activity while he was here, because he was so busy glaring at him in disgust. Even in a place where he could have fun can be a letdown? Bloody unbelievable. He facepalmed and sighed in utter satisfaction when he watched taller guy rat out the other that it left the arsehole in defeat. The young Hufflepuff has his smug smile on his face because the guy was so bad at being a bully because yeah, simply memorizing the music pieces is considered more artistic than creating something out from the brain.
He did, however, felt awkward when the taller guy assured him that this club wasn't as dramatic as it seem. Sure, there's a happy grin, but Su-Jin could clearly see those shaking hands. This was probably another reminder for the Hufflepuff not to get on Dris' bad side."Uh... I mean," Su-Jin coughed sheepishly, "It can't be as dramatic as the Drama Club so that's okay... But anyway, I'm Sujin. Hufflepuff. Nice to meet you?"
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spaYou've been granted three wishes; Say goodbye to your mother, your father, your son
spaI can hear your pulse racing from here, sitting next to this gun beats your heart in your mouth!
spaFall upon your knees, sing, "This is my body and soul here."
spaCrawl and beg and plead, sing, "You've got the power and control here!"
spaOh blame, blame, blame! I got you, I got you...
with [people] at [Ary Club]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【 SIGNATURE SONG 】-【 ATTIRE 】-【 PERSONAL FILES 】
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((out of character notes goes here))
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2017 9:37 pm
Maximillian Leonis,First year,Ravenclaw Max walked into the art room and looked around expecting to find an application form but didn't see any. Max's attention, along with everyone else's he was sure was pulled to a small group when one of the boys started to yell. Max couldn't help but groan when Driskol mentioned music being art 'unforgivable to use such a technicality by that logic this shouldn't be called an art club' he thought. He watched for a bit more trying to process what was going on when Peter left, and the tension seemed to dissolve a bit he walked over to the girl that was being berated. "Hey, I'm Max, sorry I know this is random but um do you mind if-can we talk for a minute," he said with a shrug slightly nodding away toward a window trying to hint that he meant away from the group.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2017 6:47 pm
E L I Z A B E T HxxxW H Y T E
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Peter finally left the room fuming and while Lizzy wasn't looking at him directly, she could feel the atmosphere change. She sighed in relief, turning to look at Dris when he addressed the room at large. She knew that the confrontation had drawn everyone's attention, but she still flushed under their scrutiny, before blushing for an entirely different reason. His sincere promise warmed her and she could tell that while he meant it for everyone, she directed his words to her too and she sent him a grateful smile. She really couldn't ask for a better club captain.
Beckah, who went to speak to Dris for a moment cam back as asked to see more of her drawings, which Lizzy was only too glad to do. She showed the other girl some of her older drawings, including a couple she'd done last year as well as her most recent one, describing each on and mentioning her inspirations, almost rambling. She was happily distracted enough that she didn't notice another person approaching them until he called attention to himself. Startled slightly, she turned to face him. She hadn't seen him here before, although she recognised him from Sorting. "Uhm, okay? I mean, uh, I don't mind?" Her cheeks heated up and she shifted in her seat. She wasn't used to being approached like this, not out of the blue, and the fact that she could imagine what he wanted to talk about made her rather reluctant. But she couldn't not talk to him when he asked, that would be too rude. "I'll be back in a bit," she glanced apologetically at Beckah before getting up to follow the boy. "Uhm, what did you want talk?" she asked, curiousity getting the best of her.
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o o c ━━━━ Sorry about the delay!
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 8:05 am
✼ Ƒσυятн Ƴєαя Rανєηcℓαω Ƈнαѕєя ✼ Ƒσυη∂єя & Ƈαρтαιη σƒ Aят Ƈℓυв ✼Dris blinked when Beckah sat in front of him, flushing a bit when she grabbed his hands. She thanked him, and he offered a small, albeit well intentioned smile. In lieu of responding, he simply nodded, watching her for a second as she went back to talking to Lizzie. After speaking to the new boy, he spoke, though he sounded incredibly nervous. Dris noticed him looking at his paint-covered hands, which were still a little shaky. Oh boy, he thought it was anger! After the boy mentioned his name, Dris poured on as friendly a smile as he could muster. "It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Sujin. And, so you know, I'm not angry. I mean, I am, but I'm not angry enough to shake. In fact, it's because I've got Synesthesia. In my case, it makes sounds come through as colors, and in order to keep everyone safe and get Peter to leave, I had to fight to override the colors in my vision. I hope that explains at least a bit better." He pushed his tall form back to a stand and stretched his arms upward a bit. He grinned once more, moving back to the easel where his painting was sitting, and began mixing up a reddish-brown color. After all, he knew that even the terrible sounds could make wonderful art. Dris had also noticed another new boy come in somewhere in the middle, but he'd immediately asked Lizzie to talk. Well, Dris could introduce himself in a moment. Didn't want to seem like a d**k. Though, he did raise an eyebrow when he asked Lizzie to apparently step away. He glanced over at Beckah, but decided it wasn't really his place to intervene. He returned to his painting, hands having stopped shaking. He used the red-brown of Peter's tones to paint a (slightly misshapen) flower in the pot. It had supposed to be a tulip, but it kind of looked like a funky bulb, so maybe it just hadn't bloomed to show its true beauty. A smirk slid on his face at the thought of Peter suddenly blooming to show beautiful colors. Weirder things had happened, he supposed.
I'ᴍ ᴀ яєcкℓєѕѕ мιѕтαкє. I'ᴍ ᴀ cσℓ∂ ηιgнт'ѕ ιηтαкє. I'ᴍ ᴀ σηє ηιgнт тσσ ℓσηg. I'ᴍ ᴀ cσмє ση тσσ ѕтяσηg
Aʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ℓινιηg ιη тнє ƒαѕт ℓαηє. Cᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ I'ᴍ ᴀ яσℓℓιη' ƒяєιgнт тяαιη
Oɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, gσттα ѕтαят αℓℓ σνєя, ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, I'ᴍ ᴀ ℓσηє яє∂ яσνєя
I'ᴍ ᴀ нσℓ∂ му cαя∂ѕ cℓσѕє. I'ᴍ ᴀ ωяєcк ωнαт I ℓσνє мσѕт. I'ᴍ ᴀ ƒιяѕт cℓαѕѕ ℓєт ∂σωη. I'ᴍ ᴀ ѕнυт υρ, ѕιт ∂σωη
Hᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs? Lσνє ιѕ α ρσℓαяσι∂; ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ηєνєя cαη ƒιℓℓ тнє νσι∂
I'ᴍ ᴀ мι∂ηιgнт тαℓкєя. Oʜ, I'ᴍ ᴀɴ αℓℓєу ωαℓкєя. I'ᴍ ᴀ ∂αу ℓαтє тωσ ƒαcє. I'ᴍ ᴀ вυяη συт qυιcк ραcє
I ᴀᴍ ᴀ нєα∂ cαѕє. I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ cσℓσя σƒ вσσм ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ уσυ αяє тнє σρєяα
Aʟᴡᴀʏs ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴜɴᴇ. Aη∂ I αм тнє cσℓσя σƒ вσσм!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 12:20 pm
Maximillian Leonis,First year,Ravenclaw Max watched Liz as she stood up she was uncomfortable but was that how she usually was or was it because of him? He wondered watching her out of the corner of his eye as he made his way over to the window. Max snapped back to reality when the girl asked him what he wanted to say "Oh right." he said as he gazed out the window "Well let me start by pointing out that you don't have to answer me, feel free to tell me to drop it and walk away at any time. Though the only question I really have is 'what instrument do you play?' which isn't too bad." Max turned to Liz before continuing, but didn't make eye contact " I'm gonna say something, and it may upset you, but that's not my goal okay? I don't agree with what happened earlier but I agree with peter on one thing if you're good at something you should do it, and you shouldn't let him or anyone else ruin it for you, but if it's something that you dislike that's fine too. " He said with a shrug as he shifted his gaze back out of the window and smiled."So hows that for an icebreaker, an excellent way to start off a relationship right?" OOC: no problem it happens
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