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daybreakacademy2019-10-13 05:43 pm
transfusionem) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-10-13 05:43 pm
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Who: Adelaide & You!
When: Various times in October
What: Listen, everything’s fine, and no mistakes are being made at all. Also Aube has too much food.
Where: Campus, Soleil.
Warnings: Mentions of blood & alcohol in the Soleil prompt.
campus;
[So far, being a member of the student council isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, she knew there was going to be a lot of math involved, and she doesn’t mind it, but she minds the talking sword. She minds it a lot - it’s really kind of annoying, the way it nags her about money constantly. She has to admit her spending habits have changed since being gifted with the rapier, and she’s not sure how she feels about that.
There’s also the fact that wherever she goes in uniform there’s a trail of yellow rose petals left in her wake. She can’t really get around without being noticed anymore, because the petals are so invasive. She doesn’t even know what to do with them - will they disappear on their own? Should she use them for something? She’s unsure.
Either way, rules are rules and she has to wear her uniform on campus, so she’s a beacon of fiscal responsibility more days than not.]
aube;
[It’s not quite a daily occurrence, but it’s still pretty common to find Adelaide in the kitchen. She’s as prolific a baker as always, and she spends much of her free time baking up something for people to enjoy. She doesn’t have quite as much time to run a stand, what with classes started up again and her new responsibilities, but her dormmates will find the dorm well-stocked with any sort of baked good they could imagine.
Some days when she’s baking she seems...well. Stressed out. Her hair is a mess, and her movements are jerky and uncoordinated like she’s in a rush, and sometimes there’ll be a grimace on her face. She’s...Well. Trying to seem like she’s not bothered, though.]
soleil;
[This may have been...a mistake. A grave mistake, some could say. She’s not really sure what compelled her to go out to town tonight, but it’s probably because she’s lonely. She could go seek out company with someone she already knows - go talk to Maverick, or go check in on Rex, or maybe ask if Lia wanted to make something - but she doesn’t do that. Instead, she goes out to Soleil and finds herself in a bar.
She can’t get drunk the traditional way. She gets nothing by going to a bar, except...Well.
Just this once won’t hurt, right? She’s not going to kill anyone and she’s pretty sure the guy eyeing her up won’t mind. Just one bite won’t hurt.]
Ah, fuck.
[She pushes herself upright, stepping into the crowd at the bar. She’s really going to do this, huh?]
soleil part 2;
[She’s pleasantly buzzed, and wobbles a bit when she walks. She’s left the bar for the streets, and the guilt hasn’t quite set in yet. She can still taste the blood on her tongue, and she’s surprised it was as potent as it is.
Huh. Maybe she should be concerned about that. But she isn’t.
She laughs to herself, looking up at the stars and stretching her arms above her head. She should...head back to campus.]
wildcard;
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daintily!]
When: Various times in October
What: Listen, everything’s fine, and no mistakes are being made at all. Also Aube has too much food.
Where: Campus, Soleil.
Warnings: Mentions of blood & alcohol in the Soleil prompt.
campus;
[So far, being a member of the student council isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, she knew there was going to be a lot of math involved, and she doesn’t mind it, but she minds the talking sword. She minds it a lot - it’s really kind of annoying, the way it nags her about money constantly. She has to admit her spending habits have changed since being gifted with the rapier, and she’s not sure how she feels about that.
There’s also the fact that wherever she goes in uniform there’s a trail of yellow rose petals left in her wake. She can’t really get around without being noticed anymore, because the petals are so invasive. She doesn’t even know what to do with them - will they disappear on their own? Should she use them for something? She’s unsure.
Either way, rules are rules and she has to wear her uniform on campus, so she’s a beacon of fiscal responsibility more days than not.]
aube;
[It’s not quite a daily occurrence, but it’s still pretty common to find Adelaide in the kitchen. She’s as prolific a baker as always, and she spends much of her free time baking up something for people to enjoy. She doesn’t have quite as much time to run a stand, what with classes started up again and her new responsibilities, but her dormmates will find the dorm well-stocked with any sort of baked good they could imagine.
Some days when she’s baking she seems...well. Stressed out. Her hair is a mess, and her movements are jerky and uncoordinated like she’s in a rush, and sometimes there’ll be a grimace on her face. She’s...Well. Trying to seem like she’s not bothered, though.]
soleil;
[This may have been...a mistake. A grave mistake, some could say. She’s not really sure what compelled her to go out to town tonight, but it’s probably because she’s lonely. She could go seek out company with someone she already knows - go talk to Maverick, or go check in on Rex, or maybe ask if Lia wanted to make something - but she doesn’t do that. Instead, she goes out to Soleil and finds herself in a bar.
She can’t get drunk the traditional way. She gets nothing by going to a bar, except...Well.
Just this once won’t hurt, right? She’s not going to kill anyone and she’s pretty sure the guy eyeing her up won’t mind. Just one bite won’t hurt.]
Ah, fuck.
[She pushes herself upright, stepping into the crowd at the bar. She’s really going to do this, huh?]
soleil part 2;
[She’s pleasantly buzzed, and wobbles a bit when she walks. She’s left the bar for the streets, and the guilt hasn’t quite set in yet. She can still taste the blood on her tongue, and she’s surprised it was as potent as it is.
Huh. Maybe she should be concerned about that. But she isn’t.
She laughs to herself, looking up at the stars and stretching her arms above her head. She should...head back to campus.]
wildcard;
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[For no particular reason.]
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Hey, that could be cute. Depends where you want it, though, and how big. And if you fucking go realistic like this fucking giraffe, it would definitely be on the shitty side of things.
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I don't know where I'd get it, though.
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How's your pain tolerance? Not a bad idea to look up what shit hurts the most before you lock any ideas in.
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It's pretty good. [It's ridiculous is what it is. She doesn't feel much pain, anymore.] What do you think is the worst, though?
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Pretty much what you'd figure would be the worst...
[vague gesture down...anyway]
Otherwise, bits where your skin's real thin, or close to bone. Figure you know this already, but if you do get one, don't do that shit when you're drunk. Or hungover. You gotta be healthy to heal up nice n' shit.
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[Because, you know, that's a valid fear.]
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Dunno. Depends how fucking fast it is, I guess, but it ain't like piercings. Had to tell people I wasn't gonna heal that shit for them and risk the wound closing up around the metal... Long as the ink sets in, I'd figure it's fine.
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[She stops in front of her room, turning to glance at Maverick.]
You wanna come in?
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Um.
[haaaa ha ha that's not what she meant, stupid useless teenage boy brain, shut the fuck up!!]
What, uh... What time is it? I should let you sleep this off... Can't exactly sit around chatting if your roomie's already asleep, either. Or, uh, I could, but... You know. I'm a fucking asshole.
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[She rummages for her phone.]
2:30?
[Though the bit about waking up her roommate...is a good point. She tilts her head.]
But I guess you're right.
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We'll just fucking have to hang out and talk soon. Or you can see me in your dreams, whatever floats your fucking boat.
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[He gives a short, awkward wave, then pushes himself off the wall and heads to the stairs. At the top, he glances over his shoulder and suppresses a sigh.
Ugh, he's in trouble.]