The School For The Unpopular! (Roleplay Thread~)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]Feeling appropriately aphrehensive, Walter was hestiant to step out of his mother's sleek red car as it hovered impatiently in front of the school's gate. But a cursory glance over his shoulder, pushed him out onto the sidewalk pavement swiftly enough. His mother was regarding him through impatient dark eyes. Although this would be the last time they saw one another in person for quite some time, neither were particularly sentimental in the moment.


    "Call me at least once a week," his mother reminded him, bringing out her cell phone and placing it by her ear as she tapped the cover of the device with a long finger. She didn't wait for much more than a nod of confirmation from Walter before reaching over and closing the door. He had edited from. "Good bye. Good luck." With that hurried wish, his mother drove off, disappearing around the corner.


    Any other child might have felt dejected, however Walter was very well used to this. His parents were not cold - they just weren't very good with people. Much rather like he was himself.


    #penlookhere

    Isabel had walked the distance to school, a book being carried under arm and bag slung over the other side. She was whistling aloud as she made her way to the dorms double checking herself in her mind. After a while of asking every question she makes sight of the dorms, and made her way past Walter noticing him in the corner of her eye. She then comes to a stop and looked back at him over her shoulder "you know where the dorm listing is?" she asked before tilting her head slightly. She didn't make sure she was informed on her dorm, and thought he might know if there was any listing.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]It took him a moment to realize that someone was addressing him. And he couldn't have looked very friendly - according to a few students from his old school, he had what people called: "a resting * face". Although he knew this, he still made no conscious effort to smile at her, but Walter did at least attempt to convey his interest through the rise of his eyebrows and his words.


    "I would think they would have been given to you along with your official school documents?" Quickly flipping those his own, he realized that his own information was evidently absent as well. "I didn't receive my housing information either, although I'm confident that was standard procedure."


    Pulling at his white collar, Walter quickly recognized and capitalized on the opportunity to make a friend, or at the very least - an acquaintance. "I'm Walter, by the way. Walter Crowell," he introduced himself, a slender pale hand reaching out to offer a handshake. "I'm missing my information as well. Would you allow me to escort you to the main office? We could both get our information together." he offered.



    #penlookhere

    Isabel just raised an eye to him as didn't seem peppy not one bit and turned to face him. When he mentions the paper's she gave a very confused look, papers? When he realized he didn't have any she was still thinking for a moment. When he reached out his hand she smirked taking it and shaking his hand, letting out a cherry laughter. "I'm Isabel! Isabel O'Neill!." she gives a large smirk. When he mentions going to the office together she puts forth some thought into it and frown's for just a moment. She gives a nod letting go his hand quickly "sorry, I can be out there I guess." she mutters as she rubs the back of her head. "you know where the office is?" she tilted her head not really knowing the layout of the school.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]"It's.. fine," Walter told her, glancing at her briefly but for the brief moment his gaze was deeply scrutinizing. Her mood swing was rather quick, although he made a conscious effort to observe others beyond a few sentences as he withheld his judgement until he believed he had done a careful observation of their perceived character.


    "Yes," he replied calmly, striding forward on his long legs. Walter had already noticed he seemed to be taller than most of the students at this school at his supposedly modest height of five-foot-eleven. "I had already visited the school ahead of time with my parents when we were considering schools together."


    His long black hair fell into his face briefly before they fell back from the force of his strides as he glanced back at the girl through relaxed dark eyes. "Didn't you do the same, Isabel O'Neill?" He pulled open the door of the main building for her, gesturing grandly with his arms. Go on.


    #penlookhere

    Welp. In a blink, I already love the guy.


    Settling in took Guinevere quite a while, considering the amount of suitcases assembled neatly in a vertical position: four of them in total with her school bag as an exception, and not to mention that she almost tripped on a large duffel bag that situated itself directly in front of the door. It seemed that each one of them had their own armoire, so at least they gave her privacy enough for her clothes and things, for this was officially the first time Guinevere was ever going to share a room. She did share a room with someone once but the other person leaving before they had even settled themselves didn't count and it was simply a field trip, so that couldn't be counted as the first time. Although the time she expected to finish establishing herself in the dorms was prolonged, she was finally able to establish herself properly before looking around the quiet room.


    Now that she was listening clearly, she did notice the faint snoring that could be heard, which meant someone else was already inside. In fact, it was Hoshi who had fallen asleep and burrowed himself under the covers quite well. Guinevere would've said her hello, but since the other party was most likely sleeping, her evidence being the faint sound of snoring, she deemed it best to make introductions later and get to know the others instead. Resuming her formal regality, she stepped out and squinted her deep hazel eyes a bit from the sudden burst of light in comparison to the dim glow behind her. Once she was finally used to the radiance, she began to walk around, carrying with her a black laced parasol, for future use, taking note of the signs for future use.


    It was best to get to know someone else in the short span of time. She already knew Rose Rivers, a perky female gamer, somewhat a mirror of her past hobby, and they only had a small conversation. She'd have to make note to have a chat with her once more, seeing as she had piqued Guinevere's interest. The whole time, she only looked at her surroundings quietly, walking the halls until she overheard a pair.


    Seeing her chance, she walked towards them and piped up. "Are you perchance looking for the dorms?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia](who? hoshi? don't wanna be embarrassed when you're talking about someone else lol)


    "Actually, we're looking to receive our housing information," Walter replied patiently, gazing at the new student with a keen eye. He had met two students at this school so far and both had seemed quite friendly. Walter was finding himself much at ease, to his own surprise - it was quite easy to talk to these people. He almost wondered why he had struggled before.


    "But yes, I suppose after we receive that - we will be looking for those dorm rooms," he conceded. Glancing briefly at his companion, Walter broke away, taking a few short steps towards this new student. Once again, he extended a slender, graceful pale hand in greeting. "Hello, I'm Walter Crowell."


    #penlookhere

    Trinity clenched and unclenched her fists uncertainly she knew this was a school for people like her but she didn't trust everybody not yet anyways. "Sure" she said without any emotion although it was hard not to giggle at the sight of the two twins fighting. Trinity looked around with her blank eyes as she registered her surroundings and the information translated into code in her tech obsessed mind.

    Isabel when he took a step closer looked up, being 5'1" didn't help her when it came to his size. When he mentioned visiting with parents she started to think and quietly snickers for a moment before shaking her head get back to the real world.. She followed him to the door and as he held it open she gives a smile, but when the question cam up she started thinking "well, not really." she mutters. Following his hand gesture she walked in stopping and waiting for him to follow. She hears a females voice and looked over seeing someone and gives a wave followed by a slight embarrassed laugh as Walter explained their situation .

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    Hoshi's my own charrie XD


    "Charmed. My name is Guinevere Philomena Van Chamäleon." Again, she curtsied in her black dress before standing up and noticing the other female and decided to ask for introductionos from her as well. "And you?" With a wave of her hand, she gestured, somewhat flaunting her black long nails, though unconsciously, as it had become second nature to her.


    Whoops. Just suddenly shortened a bit...

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]Wary by nature, Walter arched an dark eyebrow as the other girl curtsied and proudly presented a rather long and fanciful name. He couldn't help but wonder what family she had come from and despite himself was already making judgements of this one's character.


    "That's a rather long name," he finally remarked out loud. His tone was polite despite the frankness of his words. "Tell me: what legacy are you being left?" Her arrogance hinted at a fine upbringing and he suspected she was an heiress to some fortune of some sort - either that or her arrogance wasn't as well deserved as he had initially thought.


    (i know what you mean - my average's been three paragraphs)


    #penlookhere

    Isabel watched the girl studding her getting confused even more the the curtsy to Walton. "oh, Isabel O'Neill." she gives a bright smile after saying so snapping away from her confused state. She then tilted her head seeing the nails. She was very interested by this girl though it being a short introduction. Isabel looked over to Walton for a moment then the girl in-front of her. She was trying to compare height and felt kinda short and frowned at being such. She then looked over to Walter. She tilted her head finally thinking about the girls not and it broke down in her head and she just went to being happy, while ignorant.

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    Heh. She's a 6-footer. XD I got the idea of a goth loli from Celestia Ludenberg.


    "Thanks for the compliment." A reply to his first statement.


    "That inheritance you were talking about? My dad's just a guy in a company, really." Oddly enough, Guinevere shifted back to her normal tone and voice at answering the Walter's question, though polite seemed to hint at the judgemental curiosity an interrogator always kept . Normally, people don't really ask Gothic Lolitas their personal information, but when someone does answer, she answers, but still tries to be vague about it.


    After she had answered his question, she quickly shinted back to her usual elegant tone and smiled enigmatically. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Isabel." From witnessing her interchanging personalities, most would show disgust and annoyance at her, and hoped that they wouldn't completely stare at her with disdain. She trasferred here in hopes of being accepted, not to be judged even more by others.


    Just like the girl who was consciously worrying about her height, possibly comparing herself to them, she was also conscious of the opinions of others and hoped that they wouldn't look at her too harshly after that display of dropping her act shortly. For now, she dropped her little charade, waiting for a reaction, likely expecting a look of anger and and irked 'tsk', as she prepared herself.

    Isabel gives a polite nod back, then her eyes trailed around the room slightly looking for good hiding places for later when classes start. She looked Misty over then thinking "so...why so much black?" she pointed a finger slightly clueless to what goth even was. After a little time passed she used her hands shaking them out in front of her. "oh wait...hmmm oh!...is it cause you like black? I got some black nail polish I never use..." she gives a smile as a hand reached back patting her bag "want it?" she looked curious and tilted her head to the left.

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    Just saying... sorry Misty.


    Hoshi's in the dorms and aren't we outside in the halls? Just wondering if I am the one in the wrong.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]Walter seemed to notice Isabel's roving gaze, which was being transferred from Guinevere and back to him so often that he didn't bother to count. However he did not meet her gaze, his own still fixed on Guinevere.


    So Guinevere wasn't quite what he had thought. Now that Walter really thought about it, he was beginning to see that she was a cosplayer of some sort. Something along those lines. His mouth twisting ever so slightly, he thought back to when Walter had first announced to his group of friends that he was leaving them for this school. Several had warned him of all the "weirdoes" he was going to meet while others teased him: If he was going to this school - what did this make him?


    Although, Walter admitted, as he realized just what exactly Guinevere was doing, he was simply nonplussed. He was confused by it, but he wasn't disgusted and he supposed he would get used to it soon enough.


    Snapping out of his own internal ramblings, Walter was now truly disturbed by the sight of nail polish he was greeted with. Although he supposed if you hung around girls, this stuff was bound to be brought up. Gingerly, he hovered on the edge, watching the two through narrowed dark eyes.


    (i am literally just waiting for the other dorm arrangements to be announced lol)


    #penlookhere

    (XD same)


    Isabel gaze was hopping around for a moment before awaiting an answer from Guinevere. Her hands twist slightly as she waited quickly becoming impatient and glace's over at Walter. "everything ok?" she raised an eyebrow at him noticing something was on his mind. She had tried to process what it might be for a bit. After some time she gives up and just waited for a reply. She then just had the nail polish pop back into mind and looked back over to Guinevere. She then just looked between them now and placed her hands on her head getting confused for just a moment and has another mind brake. She calmed and hands flop back to her sides and she smiles over in Guinevere's direction.

    Sorry it took a while.


    [align=right][font=georgia]A genuine smile appeared on her lips as she gave Isabel's hair a slight tousle, taking advantage of her own towering height. It was always nice when another person was willing to accept it so easily. That, or she was just ignorant of her hobbies and what Guinevere was doing. Walter, on the other, hand, she wasn't quite so sure of how he felt. For a moment, he looked confounded upon learning, and it seemed that he clearly understood what she was. At this point, people would normally look at her, probably muttering 'Freak' or words synonymous to that, but it was a nice change to see someone aware of her little fad and still tolerated it. That was better treatment than most.


    Another thing she noticed that his gaze seemed fixated on her. Was he judging her once more? It didn't seem like it. Yet. His eyes held no abhorrence as he scrutinized her carefully. Still, it didn't matter because he wasn't unconsciously backing away and repeatedly insulting her in his head with a face that expresses it to match. Which was nice.


    As a sign of her gratitude she nodded her head in his direction, flashing a sphinx-like smile at him, her emotions obscure, but her gratitude well placed and clear.

    Isabel dropped both subjects and had a happy mood remembering about the dorms and lifts a finger "oh yah....I still don't know my dorm number...." she stayed there frozen thinking. Once this came to her realization she broke away from her frozen state "we should get to the office...." she say's but stands there for a moment. She looked over to Guinevere "oh care to join us?" her head tilted slightly. She had a rather bland mood after asking trying her best to stay serious so she doesn't forget about it. She then looked over to Walton desperately as she had no idea if Guinevere knew the way.