A coach pulls up and out steps a petite boy carrying a couple of bags. A tag on his bag says his name is Sam Amor. He seems to be struggling to bring his things up the stairs to the front door.
A coach pulls up and out steps a petite boy carrying a couple of bags. A tag on his bag says his name is Sam Amor. He seems to be struggling to bring his things up the stairs to the front door.
Alvize looks out the window while walking and sees Sam. He turns and heads to the door, and walks out of the doors. “Ehi! Need any help?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cyrus is reading in the courtyard. While hanging upside down in a tree. His sunglasses are sitting in the grass beneath him, revealing that his eyes have become a more vibrant blue over the summer, though not to the point that they are glowing like when he uses his clairvoyance.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
*For my foreign language could I choose a word from the Appalachian dialect instead? If so, his last name is Jillikens which means the far backwood country. The type of place where folks are born with a tick in their navel. His magic is enchantment.*
Willie Jillikins is sitting outside the school, just spuddin' around. His uniform looks like it was new recently, but the knees of the britches are torn and the shirt is stained and he doesn't look like he knows how to wear a cape. He's frazzle-headed, hair all wild and uncombed, his frame is wiry and skinny as a rake, and he carries a simple sack that sags like an empty stomach. His most unusual feature is his skin, which is a bright blue color.
Lynna approaches him. “New?”
He smiles at you, “I reckon I am. Ain’t never been to no big ol fancy school like this before. One we had back home was a small lil thang and I skipped most days.”
She smiles. “Ah, well. Classes are kind of optional here. You just choose which ones sound interesting and go if you feel like it.”
*Sorry I've been so late. I've been busy clowning around, literally.*
"Well I'm fexatiously whupped out!" He says in shock, "The teacher's don't whup ya or get after ya if ya ain't in class? That's a right good way of runnin' thanks far as I'm concerned!"
Sam sees him in the tree and strides over. "Oh uhm, hey, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a teacher, do you?"
He looks down at him “In classes. Mr. Damian would be in his office, but he’s not really a teacher. He’s more like…the head of student affairs. Who are you? I’m Cyrus, don’t call me Cy. Where are you from? I’m from Ireland.” He appears to have a lot of questions
*For my foreign language could I choose a word from the Appalachian dialect instead? If so, his last name is Jillikens which means the far backwood country. The type of place where folks are born with a tick in their navel. His magic is enchantment.*
Willie Jillikins is sitting outside the school, just spuddin' around. His uniform looks like it was new recently, but the knees of the britches are torn and the shirt is stained and he doesn't look like he knows how to wear a cape. He's frazzle-headed, hair all wild and uncombed, his frame is wiry and skinny as a rake, and he carries a simple sack that sags like an empty stomach. His most unusual feature is his skin, which is a bright blue color.
Lynna approaches him. “New?”
He smiles at you, “I reckon I am. Ain’t never been to no big ol fancy school like this before. One we had back home was a small lil thang and I skipped most days.”
She smiles. “Ah, well. Classes are kind of optional here. You just choose which ones sound interesting and go if you feel like it.”
*Sorry I've been so late. I've been busy clowning around, literally.*
"Well I'm fexatiously whupped out!" He says in shock, "The teacher's don't whup ya or get after ya if ya ain't in class? That's a right good way of runnin' thanks far as I'm concerned!"
She blinks.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Sam sees him in the tree and strides over. "Oh uhm, hey, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a teacher, do you?"
He looks down at him “In classes. Mr. Damian would be in his office, but he’s not really a teacher. He’s more like…the head of student affairs. Who are you? I’m Cyrus, don’t call me Cy. Where are you from? I’m from Ireland.” He appears to have a lot of questions
"Oh uhm... I'm Sam Amor, I lived in New York before coming here. You're kinda strange.. but in a good way. I like it." He gives an awkward little smile.
Sam sees him in the tree and strides over. "Oh uhm, hey, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a teacher, do you?"
He looks down at him “In classes. Mr. Damian would be in his office, but he’s not really a teacher. He’s more like…the head of student affairs. Who are you? I’m Cyrus, don’t call me Cy. Where are you from? I’m from Ireland.” He appears to have a lot of questions
*if y’all need Aelar he’s around*
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Alvize is walking down the hall to his room, writing something. He looks angry.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A coach pulls up and out steps a petite boy carrying a couple of bags. A tag on his bag says his name is Sam Amor. He seems to be struggling to bring his things up the stairs to the front door.
Alvize looks out the window while walking and sees Sam. He turns and heads to the door, and walks out of the doors. “Ehi! Need any help?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks up awkwardly, "Oh, yes please. They're very heavy." He lets out an exhausted sigh.
Alvize goes to lift Sam’s baggage. “So what brings you here?” STR: 11
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The bag is pretty heavy but you can lift it well enough.
"Mom was tired of me laying around the house all day so she sent me here. Something about me always creating drama at my old school as well."
“Oh? Where was that?” Alvize walks up the stairs and holds open the door.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Some place called Greenwood. Apparently using magic to make people fall in love isn't "morally right" it's not that bad, they were cute together."
He looks up the stairs. "Where can I find my room, would you happen to know?"
Alvize looks… a bit uncomfortable. “No I don’t. I think maybe you could ask a teacher? But if you want I can show you around.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, thanks. I'd appreciate that." He says with a smile.
"I can just leave these bags here for now. I'll grab them when I find my room."
Cyrus is reading in the courtyard. While hanging upside down in a tree. His sunglasses are sitting in the grass beneath him, revealing that his eyes have become a more vibrant blue over the summer, though not to the point that they are glowing like when he uses his clairvoyance.
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He spots Sam checking out the courtyard.
He watches him, though more focused on his book
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Asha is looking for Alvize
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
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*Sorry I've been so late. I've been busy clowning around, literally.*
"Well I'm fexatiously whupped out!" He says in shock, "The teacher's don't whup ya or get after ya if ya ain't in class? That's a right good way of runnin' thanks far as I'm concerned!"
Sam sees him in the tree and strides over. "Oh uhm, hey, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a teacher, do you?"
He looks down at him “In classes. Mr. Damian would be in his office, but he’s not really a teacher. He’s more like…the head of student affairs. Who are you? I’m Cyrus, don’t call me Cy. Where are you from? I’m from Ireland.” He appears to have a lot of questions
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
She blinks.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
"Oh uhm... I'm Sam Amor, I lived in New York before coming here. You're kinda strange.. but in a good way. I like it." He gives an awkward little smile.
*if y’all need Aelar he’s around*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors