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  • the disappearance of class ‘29 || plotting thread || links inside

    ya'll are too much<3

    i dont wanna sound really mean but when you guys comment pretend we're strangers coz of my parents i dont wanna get them all sus that im hangin with people online >> but i appreciate your guys's support so much it makes me feel better about my art and im so grateful for u guys !!!!!


    whats your insta mad? i don't even have a personal account coz i don't take many pictures anyway

    anyway imma disappear for a little bit coz i have to go say happy birthday to my mom lmao

  • the disappearance of class ‘29 || rp thread

    Aleksander

    17

    Invisibility;;


    ooc: legit this was made out of BS and was a bit rushed sorry :(

    ic:

    The teen was slightly disappointed that the subject was changed, it was fun teasing someone else. Rather, it was fun conversing with Whitley in the first place. At least his roommate didn't turn out to be a douche. As a figure skater, of course Aleksander was pretty flexible. It was either graceful or maybe even a bit freaky.


    When they walked down the school's shopping center, it was more enjoyable than he thought. The weather felt nice with the sun warming his back, and he was even excited to shop. Obviously, he was told that he had to earn "credits" from school to buy things, so he couldn't walk in to any of the bustling clothes stores and look around. He was tempted to at least check out the new fashion and maybe try a few things, it was obvious he was shopping starved. Even if he had anything to pay for clothes, Whit probably wouldn't enjoy their time being spent shopping. At least, that's what the blue-eyed super assumed.


    Normally, he wasn't fond of big crowds and constantly being touched and bumped into. However, it was better that he wasn't alone and that he was more focused on exploring than how comfortable he was. The weather was nice, and from what he could see from behind the windows of the stores, so were the clothes. But speaking of crowds, there were too many people for him to have acted as laidback as he did with Whit in the dorm. He built up his colder and less-approachable aura, standing up straight and brushing back his wavy hair as he walked along the wide streets.


    But on top of all that, through the silence between him and who he considered his new friend, Whit finally spoke up. "What?" he asked curiously, looking around until his eyes set on a moderately large building. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it. "You're shitting me!" he exclaimed under his breath, beginning to walk ahead of Whit a bit. "An ice skating rank?" Then, he felt a bit embarrassed about expressing his excitement so much all of a sudden. He calmed down, suddenly itching to run in and tie on some skates. "It's been years," he said more calmly, scratching the back of his neck as he looked into the glass doors at the ice rank. But being around Whitley and so many other people, he didn't ask if the other minded if he went it. Instead, he folded his arms, regaining his former attitude and let out a sigh.


    -----time skip fools >:>)


    Aleksander straightened his coat before opening the steel door to the classroom. It's already been a few months, but he was already tired of waking up and spending so much time getting ready. He never came to school without dressing nicely or combing his hair back, every morning planning to come to school flawless.


    He held a hand bag slung around his shoulder that he had picked out earlier in the semester. His coat was warm, fitting for the cooler weather that was coming up, and he entered the class. The super made no eye contact walking inside, letting the door close slowly behind him as he made his way to his assigned seat as every morning. Math, he complained internally, entirely bothered by his least favorite academic subject. Science wasn't fun either, but at least some of it was interesting.


    He sat down, sitting up and dropping his bad on the floor beside his seat, bringing out his phone and scrolling through it as he waited for class to begin and the bell to ring.



    (c)trexgirl


    faceclaim

  • the disappearance of class ‘29 || plotting thread || links inside

    i personally imagine faline and alek having an argument like the school try hards they are during a lesson and theyre both sent to 2 difference corners glaring at each other the entire time but still taking notes

    and whit having his own corner- im crying. alek would probably make fun of him and take a pic of him each time in the corner to tally how many times hes been put in time out then tease him about it later

  • the disappearance of class ‘29 || plotting thread || links inside

    cez: im gonna use your bathroom cutie

    alek: ok hot stuff

    moment later

    cez: what the FUCK S THIS SHOWER CURTAIN

    alek: i shouldve warned you..


    i didnt read this before writing that im telling u but ohmygod

    loud noises from cez messing up the bathroom out of shock and fear

    alek, bursting in: WHATS WRONG?

    alek: ohmygod

    cez: OK I UNDERSTAND WHY U BURST IN BUT PLEASE KNOCK NEXT TIME-