<blockquote><p align="justify">Characters: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=858Seeley Armistice</a> and http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=915Uriah Armistice</a> (briefly). Time, Date: Late afternoon, 16° Mia 81830 Location: The Courtyard Notes: This is a private thread for Silith and her character Lothor Nyjyta. Seeley sighed tiredly but happily as she took a seat on a vacant bench in the Courtyard. Snow littered the ground of the Courtyard and the air was cold and crisp, but Seeley didn’t seem bothered much by the cold weather. She was dressed warmly enough to ignore it: in a black scarf about her neck, a dark gray hoodie with a teal long-sleeved shirt underneath, a pair of loose-fitting jeans, and a pair of winter boots. But what made her so content were not her warm clothes: it was the cup of coffee that warmed her chilled hands. On a cold day like this, the bitter but hot beverage was welcomed. Not only would it warm her insides, but it would help her stay awake for the rest of the day. She had slept well the night before, but the amount of sleep she had was small. She had spent most of the night finishing a project for her Photography class, leaving her only a few hours for sleep. Mind you, the fault was hers and she wasn’t blaming anyone else. Still, it didn’t excuse the fact that she was tired. The foam-green thill slumped against the backrest of the bench, taking a sip of her coffee. Her breath came out as a puff of white fog as she sighed, feeling the warm contents of the coffee trial down her throat and coat her stomach. Her white, pupil-less eyes closed briefly as she enjoyed the sensation that the coffee was giving, but they soon opened again, only for her to take another swig of her coffee. They remained open this time and studied the Courtyard and its fellow occupants. The fellow occupants, like her, were dressed warmly in their winter clothes. Some were playing in the snow: building snowmen and such, but most were simply passing through to get from Point A to Point B, or C, or to whatever point they were headed for. Seeley sighed, not wishing to overload her brain with silly contemplations. She took another sip of her coffee before refocusing on her surroundings—mostly, on the snow. The snow on the ground was fresh, she noted, having only fallen a few hours ago. The sky overhead was filled with pregnant clouds, baring no colors within its vastness other than a gloomy gray. There was no doubt in Seeley’s mind that another snow shower was on the way and then the clouds would have a few more hours of relief until they would release another batch of minuscule ice-fetuses from their overstocked wombs. Seeley wondered if the poor clouds would ever find relief from their constant snow-baring. She wondered if their gray would fade to white, but she doubted it. The snow had been falling heavily this year and Seeley doubted that the clouds’ mal color would change before the spring. Those white, fluffy, bunny-posing clouds wouldn’t return until late spring, until the clouds emptied themselves of all their stored water from their snow-birthing. What a shame for the clouds.</p></blockquote>
There was ice in the air. They tingled in his nose; a billion invisible particles floating into his sinuses with each breath. Inhale the cold, exhale a cloud. In and out, in an out. If he messed up his lips and tongue he could almost make smoke rings out of the condensation hanging the air, but it disappated too quickly to be of any real enjoyment. The arden was a pastel, though none-the-less striking shade of purple, with vibrant seagreen eyes and black and white markings (although these were for the most part concealed beneath his jacket and scarf. Slim fit jeans decorated with iron on motifs and sewn on patches primarily around the knees and backside, and a thick canvas jacket emblazoned with the Janardan logo; one issued to members of school teams. A thick striped scarf wound lovingly about his throat, alternating colors between yellow and deep, dark indigo. A private smile was tugging at the corner of Lothor's mouth, and the soft humming he was doing suggested that he was doing what he often did when on his own; daydreaming. Both hands were sheltered from the cold in the confines of his pockets, although the arden wasn't that cold. He rather liked the cold of Mia. Finding himself rather bored, he scanned the courtyard; going over a mental list to decide who he'd talk to today. He settled on a thill with a rather washed out color scheme, immediately adopting his usual brilliant smile as he made his way towards her. "Good coffee?"
<blockquote><p align="justify">Seeley’s mind was still enveloped by thoughts of the clouds and weather, so the sudden, casual inquiry from a young arden somewhat startled her. Though she didn’t jerk or jump with a start, her white eyes clearly displayed slight surprise. Her relaxed state changed somewhat, though not by much. She simply sat up a little straighter. She hadn’t expected a conversation, really: everyone seemed so busy, bustling from here to there. Still, here stood this pastel arden, not seemingly busy at all, wishing to strike a conversation, apparently. His dazzling smile made it impossible for Seeley not to smile back. She nodded, finally, stating simply, “Yes, it is good and freshly brewed. If you’d like some, there’s a hot drinks stand open over there." She gestured towards the Academy entryway, not far from the bench at which she sat. “They’re selling them at a decent price, too," she finished, studying the arden briefly before redirecting her attention to her coffee. She took another sip and replaced the Styrofoam cup back on her lap, letting it warm her hands.</p></blockquote>
"Mmnn. I'm tempted, but I've already had more today then I really should." Loth grinned in response. Although the smell of brewing coffee and other drinks were tempting, if he had any more caffiene today he would't get any sleep. Not that that would be a bad thing; he did had a math test to study for, and a butt-load of homework, but that wasn't the point. Lazily making his way towards the free spot on the bench, Lothor pointed one white-ringer finger at the open seat and cocked his head to the side, "Mind if I join you? I think my butt's half frozen from all the walk'n around." he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand sheepishly. He'd almost sat down without asking first. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Short and probably crappy. Gotta get off the teachers comp. and do a math quiz :D </td></tr></table>
<blockquote><p align="justify">OOC Mess: No worries. Mine's rather short, too. (: --- Seeley smiled and nodded at the male. She understood exactly where he was coming from. Fortunately, this was her first cup of coffee for the day and hopefully, her last. But the past few days, she had been living on nothing but coffee. Her dorm room smelled heavily of the roasted beans and she was certain her breath—no matter how many times she brushed it—reeked of it. Still, the smell of her breath would be excused by the fact she was, presently, drinking coffee. At that thought, Seeley realized her insides felt chilled and took another swallow of her coffee. She smiled inwardly as she felt her insides warm. Whoever invented warm beverages truly needed to be thanked. When the male began to move towards the bench and requested the seat beside the green femme, she smiled and gestured towards the open seat. “Not at all! Please, sit," the thill said with a smile. Seeley chuckled at the comment about his rear. She didn’t quite see how that was possible, but still... “I think you’ll have a higher chance of it freezing here than you did when you were walking," she mused, rather idly, a grin on face.</p></blockquote>
"Naaaah." Loth grinned wider, if that was possible. "M'butt'll be all snuggly warm once I sit on it." The pastel arden shifted the ragged backpack he carried to one arm as he sat, arranging it at his side where he set it carefully down on the bench. The smell of coffee near by was tantalizingly bitter and tempting, but he was all too aware of the evil side the drink had. Three expresso's and a 'dragon would be living in their bathroom for a few hours. At least. Freeing his hands from his bag and after loosening his scarf Lothor turned to the thill, one hand outstretched. "My name's Lothor Nyjyta. What's yours?" he smiled, obviously pleased to have someone to converse with. The inside of his head could get a little fluffy and dark if he spent too much time just thinking to himself.
<blockquote><p align="justify">Seeley chuckled lightly at the male’s reply. “If you insist," she said. “I suppose you know you’re body better than anyone." She smiled and then ventured another sip of her coffee. The warm substance trickled down her throat, warming her innards again, nicely. Seeley watched as the male shifted about for a few minutes, situating himself until he was comfortable. Finally, he extended his hand and introduced himself. Seeley looked at him, somewhat ruefully, her cheeks burning beneath her foam-green coat. In truth, she hadn’t even thought about introductions. It never crossed her mind at all. She quickly unraveled one of her foam cup, shaking the male’s hand, firmly but gently. (Her parents had told her it was the proper way to shake another’s hand.) “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lothor. I’m Seeley Armistice," she said with a rueful smile. She withdrew her hand from the shake, returning it to her cup. “I’m sorry: I hadn’t even thought of introductions," she murmured foolishly.</p></blockquote>
Lothor almost had an 'uh-oh' moment when his hand was not immediately taken, but quickly dispelled the worry as he watched her. She was holding a cup. Duh. "Armistice, eh...?" he mused conversationally, reaching up to scratch the back of one long ear. "You dun happen to have any relations here in the Janardan, do you?" he grinned again, this time slightly bashfully. "Not trying to pry or anything, I just coulda swore I heard the name before around the school." Loth's curiousity was perked, not for the first time that day, but it was always an incessant nagging at the back of his head until he gave in. And at the moment he felt like indulging that weird little part of his brain. Maybe then he wouldn't crave the coffee Seeley was holding.
<blockquote><p align="justify">The arden mused on her last name for a moment and Seeley nodded in affirmation. The male then turned rather bashful, inquiring more about her—or rather, her relations and their attending of the academy. In all honesty, it didn’t surprise her. The Armistice siblings had their way of making themselves known around the academy. Although none of them were hardly popular, they were known and had made an impression, one way or another, on the school and its students. “Yes, I have two brothers attending here, too: Enaj and Uriah. Enaj has to be one of the shyest students here and Uriah just an interesting character and a rather social one, too," she state, a fond gleam in her eyes. Despite her brothers’ diversity (in appearance and in personality), she loved them both, equally and dearly. Still, she was closer to Uriah than Enaj. Enaj was somewhat withdrawn, even from those he cared about and loved. He hadn’t always been like that—not when he was a small child—but as he got older, he slowly began to break away. Uriah, on the other hand, was about as close to Seeley as a brother could be. He was her roommate as well as her little brother, who she often tormented by dying his hair outrageous colors or other such mischief. Still, they got along well enough, though they did have their sibling arguments and whatnot. “Hey Sis!" a soft-spoken voice greeted, drawing Seeley from her thoughts. Seeley looked up and smiled at her younger brother: a young arden who was stark white from head to toe with red eyes and a mellow but pleasant smile on his face. He was dressed warmly, just like the duo he approached, wearing casual attire topped off with an army-green hoodie and brown scarf. “Who’s your friend?" “Hey yourself," Seeley replied. “This is Lothor Nygyta. Lothor, this is my brother Uriah." Uriah nodded in greeting. “Nice to meet you, Lothor." “What’re you doing out? Aren’t you supposed to be having Astronomy today?" “Sadly, no," the albino male said with feigned depression. “It was cancelled." He grinned wickedly then, but the grin soon faded into a smile. He then turned his attention to his sister's friend. “So how do you know my sister, Loth? Are you in one of her classes or something?" Uriah inquired curiously but casually, ready to give his sister a hard time.</p></blockquote>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> This isn't finished. It's 7:12 am right now and I've gotta go in five. I'll finish at lunch/in math </td></tr></table> Lothor nodded, a small, knowing smile gracing his features this time. Both names sounded familiar although the latter, Uriah, was one he was sure he'd heard fairly often. Their classes weren't the same, but they were in the same vague area of the school and if Loth's memory served him right, he'd said hello to the arden at least once. "I think I know them. Not personally, but I can recognize them in a crowd. Well... one of them." he sighed lightly, producing a small cardboard package from an inner pocket of his coat and pulling a long, thin wafer dipped in chocolate out before replacing the box and popping the snack into his mouth. "Speak of the devil?" Loth grinned, glancing to Seeley woth a wink and a small laugh before turning back to greet Uriah. "Pleasures all mine." he responded, giving Seeley a playful poke on the arm. "I'm not in any of her classes, I just sorta... stopped by and now we're talking." Oh yes, he remembered Uriah now. In the ways of his head the albino had been filed away under 'Cute but probably straight'. Munching thoughtfully on his cookie-stick, the pastel arden gave a tiny shiver, his long thin prehensile tail curling up like an overly friendly snake to wind about his waist. Slipping his hands into his pockets, the arden gave his head a quick shake to clear his bangs from his eyes then returned to the conversation. "How old are y'two? Don't worry, I'm not secretly a 50-something year-old pedo." he gave a conspirator wink at this, then chuckled. "I'm 18."
