Posts by Bianca

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-left: 6px solid #0D0D0D; border-right: 6px solid #0D0D0D; width:436px; color:white;][justify][sub]He raised an eyebrow at the request, but only shrugged and scribbled the address down on a piece of paper. He flicked it towards Izuru and nodded in agreement to his plan with the supplies; a good plan at that. Carter probably would have never thought of that. "Yeah, sure. Just a fair warning my soccer practice ends at five each day, so you'll have to wait until then to come on by." Despite the rigorous training the soccer team did for two hours each day, all of the players willingly went. The coach made it fun too. Carter would never miss a day.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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Masato smiled and shrugged, saying,"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But if you want to then I'm all ears." In all honesty he really wanted to know, even if he didn't like the sound of where this was going. He'd had this talk too many times before, well not the exact same talk, but those talks you can't stand to think about. He had a feeling this was one of those talks.

Asuka blushed lightly at the nickname and nodded, not minding the idea of spending the rest of the day there. She was kind of tired after all; worn out from pretending and worrying. "Alright, lets go then."[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-left: 6px solid #0D0D0D; border-right: 6px solid #0D0D0D; width:436px; color:white;][justify][sub]The three boys groaned in unison, sparing each other glances without venom in them for once. Bambi never did the talent show thing in front of the class, even though she clearly had to have talent to get here in the first place. The three always wanted to know what she could do, but were never granted that wish in their time here. She was a mystery to them. "Bambi, you should really try it sometime. You'd be great," Tokiya said, offering a cool smile while the others nodded in agreement. They'd bug her about this to the end of eternity.

Kazuki's smile turned to a scowl instantly at the mention of the teacher being a pervert; she hated those fucking guys. They were everywhere she went, whether she liked it or not. At least these three seemed somewhat okay despite being obnoxious and pushy. She could actually see herself becoming closer to them; they all seemed pretty nice. "Really? Great." Kazuki was not a girl of words, preferring to keep to herself rather than associate with people she didn't like. Too much work trying to pretend she liked them.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-left: 6px solid #0D0D0D; border-right: 6px solid #0D0D0D; width:436px; color:white;][justify][sub]Masato was silent for many moments that seemed to drag on forever before finally muttering a quiet,"That's....terrible. But beautiful. I'll always be here for you, even though we just met of course." He flashed a quick grin her way before focusing on the ground. He didn't like this story. Stories like this never ended well. He knew she loved singing, and that in her shoes he probably would have done the same thing, but he didn't want this cancer to keep getting worse. He wanted it to go away. That's all he could ask for right now.

Asuka looked stricken for a moment, staring at him with wide eyes and disbelief. A carnival?! She hadn't been to one since she was a little kid; she went with her older brother. But she couldn't say no to Syo, he looked so excited and ready to take her. "That's...great." She laughed lightly, shrugging and scrambling after him. That boy does not know how to walk; it seems that he just jogs and runs everywhere. She'd have to give him a lesson on how to walk soon.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-left: 6px solid #0D0D0D; border-right: 6px solid #0D0D0D; width:436px; color:white;][justify][sub]OOC; Sorry for late and short reply; I've had a terrible week.

IC; Carter almost raised his eyebrows when Izuru mentioned the basketball team, he didn't particularly seem like the sporty type. But then again Carter likes to read, and he definitely didn't seem like the reading type so who was he to judge? "Ah...that's cool, I'll wait." He ran a hand through silky silver hair, an odd color on such a jock type boy. His natural color had been a platinum blond of some sort but he thought it would look better silver due to his eyes being gray. It did of course.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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hope you don't mind but track~

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If not for Seth offering for Anthony to come along with him on this exploration, he probably would be at home doing nothing but surfing the internet all day to entertain himself. Not that it was a bad thing all the time, but dear jesus, Anthony was like a recluse. Anthony's dad was probably thrilled to see him out of the house, and out of the country might I add, and having fun. Because yes, Anthony was actually having fun. Shocker I know. It might be because he was with Seth, who he often found himself with anyways, but it could also be that he didn't need to worry as much when he was so far away from home. Of course there's always that small subject of matter that interferes with things, but nobody knew about that issue. As long as he stayed calm and controlled himself while he was here, then he was bound to have an ordinary trip instead of a nightmare.

"So, uh, exactly what are we looking for Seth?" Anthony mutters, glancing around at the scenery. Iceland was beautiful, he would admit that. Everything looked so lush and filled with energy here, unlike the drab and boring places back home. Of course he was feeling anxious and uncomfortable being so far away from his dad, but that was normal. His dad was his rock; the person he'd protect at all costs. But he trusted Seth enough to come with him, so he might as well enjoy the stay right?

He spotted a few people and they looked at the newcomers with curious eyes, instantly making him look down at his feet bashfully. He didn't like being stared at in any way or form, especially not from strangers. He fought down the clawing anxiety creeping upwards, urging him to run away from the busy little town. There was a forest directly to his north, he could run there. But no. That wasn't acceptable. Running wasn't an option. Besides, it was only a couple of people and not a whole crowd. With another glance up he realized that the people were gone, and he could breathe again. So much for calm.

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"It's pretty," he murmured, flicking his eyes across the busy scenery around him. "Besides I'd rather not ride 10 more hours on a plane again." It got constricting in a plane after sometime, and he thought he was going to go insane if he had to sit in that seat for any more amount of time. "Science convention? That seems.....cool." What he really wanted to say was crowded, but he's deal with it for Seth to get the information he needed.

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Delaney wasn't exactly the most thrilled to come halfway across the world to a college where she would know little to no one, and was now further away from her family than she had ever been in her entire life. So when she got lost on this huge campus, of course she wouldn't exactly be happy.

"You've got to be kidding," she muttered softly to herself, glancing around worriedly as she searched the map once more for any sign of direction towards her dorm. Needless to say the map was utterly useless and she probably looked stupid standing here doing nothing for the last twenty minutes. But there was no way she was going to ask anybody else for help because lets face it, she honestly got too nervous talking to new people. "I'll wing it."

And that's exactly what she did as she scurried towards a building on the far north side of campus, whispering her room number to herself as she scaled the stairs. Surprisingly her random guess had been correct; shocker. Room 229, girls dormitory. Would she be sharing a room with anybody? It was likely that she would be, but she secretly hoped she wouldn't be. They probably wouldn't like her anyways. But she had to take a chance so she steeled her courage and turned the doorknob to her newly acquired room.

Delaney cautiously opened the door and stopped immediately upon finding that she would have a roommate. She hoped they were nice. And neat. She didn't like anything to be messy. So far the girl at least had accomplished one of those things. Delaney ducked her head in embarrassment and murmured a rushed,"S-sorry I'm late, but I guess we're r-roommates." The room was a tad bit small for her liking but that was fine; she could deal with less space.

Without another word she scurried over to her side of the room which she strung up lights around, and put tons of pictures of her and her family on the wall near where she would lay her head to sleep. The bed was raised so that she had a nice little desk under it with her monitor and small little cube things to put all her random accessories and stuff. There was a small dresser right beside it, painted black and all her clothes were neatly laid in it, color coded. With an accomplished smile, she climbed on the little ladder on the side and flopped down on her bed, smiling slightly.

She glanced up as the girl spoke again and stored her name in her mind. Sparrow. That was an....odd name. Captain Jack Sparrow was who it made her think of. "Oh um, I'm Delaney." She would have said more but found that she didn't really know what to say, so instead she just kept quiet and pulled out her schedule to go over it. She was definitely mjoring in Criminal Forensics so that meant she had to take a ton of science classes as well as art classes for her minor. Of course there were some other classes as well, but the majority were science. Oh, that's what she could ask her! "So what are you majoring in?" She smiled sweetly, waiting expectantly for a response.

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Kameron was basically bouncing through the whole day, filled with smiles and bright eyes. He loved school, he really did. It was his chance to learn new things, and to get away from his mother a little bit. He did love her of course, but sometimes she could be a bit.....suffocating. With that thought in mind he closed his locker and made his way towards the lunch room, glancing around at the people. Surely he could sit with someone.....but the real question was if they wanted to sit with him. With a small sigh he found an empty table and sat down, pulling out his lunchbox with all his favorite food. His mom didn't trust the lunch ladies enough to give him food, in fear that it would be poisoned. Oh well.

He glanced around, munching on his peanut butter sandwich. Very original, yes I know. He could eat peanut butter day and night if he wanted, plus it was a good source of energy. And here he was sitting at a table alone thinking about peanut butter. Charming. This is exactly how he wanted to spend his first day. At least he'd gotten good teachers though! They all seemed to like him pretty well.

Grace:

Grace snapped her locker shut with a loud snap, and turned towards the cafeteria quickly, frown on her face. Not only had she managed to make enemies already, but she'd also been given tons of homework as well. It was the first day people, c'mon! The least you could do was put off the homework until tomorrow. But nooooo of course not, it had to be today. This day sucked already. Nothing new there though.

The girls she'd made enemies with rolled their eyes and whispered as she walked past them, to which she sneered and flashed a mocking smile their way. They were preppy, that's for sure. Grace and preppy do not get along. Grace and solitude do get along and that's exactly what she was hoping for at the moment. Maybe she should eat the library. She considered it quickly, hesitated, then rushed towards the library door with her lunchbox in hand. This would be her eating place from now on; she was almost certain of it.[/fancypost]
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Kameron glanced over at the girl who had sat at the empty table just feet away from him, and was currently ignoring everyone. Maybe she's be his friend? He liked friends. Friends were really nice to have, something he'd never had when he was younger considering he was always kept at home. Wait, was that hot sauce on her sandwich? He wrinkled his nose but shrugged, picking up his stuff and making his way over to the table before plopping down in front of her on the opposite side. Hopefully he hadn't creeped her out already. That would mean bad news for him. "Um, hello! I'm Kameron, and I just thought maybe you'd like me to sit with you. Whats your name?" He smiled easily, hazel eyes twinkling with a light not many possessed. Everyone always told him that was his best physical aspect. He believed them. He liked his eyes too. And no that wasn't self centered. At least he didn't think it was.

Grace:

She'd only just begun picking at her fruit salad when she heard a voice say hello to her, which caused her head to snap up. Her sea foam green eyes met dark blue ones of a pale boy, who was sort of smiling at her. Sort of. What could he possibly want? She sighed with notable annoyance and muttered,"Hi." Before casting her eyes back to her food. She exuded a certain confidence that made others cringe, and admire her all at once. Her golden brown hair was wavy, natural and long, falling to her elbows. Apparently her hair was much like her father's. Her lips curled into a grimance at the thought of him. He was a bastard. So was the guy in front of her probably. [/fancypost]
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He smiled at her again as she answered, barely even registering the distant tone she held. He didn't mind that she didn't trust him right now, or even like him. He could change that in the future he hoped. She seemed nice enough; to him at least. She hadn't punched him yet. "How are you?" He always asked that question, and he always got the same response of "fine". He bet that was what she was going to say. He sat and pulled out his bag of chips, munching on some before offering her a couple.

Grace:

She was surprised he even had the courage to sit across from her and she sighed before looking up, lips turned down in the slightest scowl. She almost never had anything other than a frown or a scowl on her face. Smiling just wasn't her thing. " I'm Grace." The boy actually seemed pretty nice, not that she cared anyways. She continued to pick at her food, not exactly hungry. She didn't eat a lot, she just didn't. She'd gotten countless questions on why she didn't but she really didn't know. Food just wasn't appetizing to her. She once more glanced up and noticed him grinning at her, which she was confused about. Why was he grinning? She was basically being rude to him. He was odd. She's have to ask her mom about him.[/fancypost]
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"Criminal Forensics and Art," she answered quickly, climbing down from her bed to glance over Sparrow's shoulder at the map. She'd already gotten lost once, and she wasn't about to do it again. Her dark blue eyes studied the map carefully, picking out her scheduled classes locations and how far apart they were from each other. //sorry for short reply.