<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Timestamp Who: Havana Vjaapyn. Two to come... Where: Swaraj, Janardan Academy, Dyo 36th, 4pm</td></tr></table> Havana Vjaapyn strode down the long corridor lined with doors, each with a number on them. Her eyes flicked from one door to another, counting off till she reached her destinated room. 8991... 8992... 8993. She stopped at the door, and reached into the pocket of her cardigan, pulling out a key, which she stuck in the lock and twisted. With a click the door swung open, and the femme continued into a fairly light room, some more doors leading off either side. Hoping there was no-one occupying the other rooms, she arrived at a bedroom, one bed in the middle, towels and flanels folded neatly on a corner. Sunlight flooded in from a window and betrayed a cupboard on the opposite wall. She marched in, and flung her heavy bag onto the bed, grunting with exhaustion. Havana got her things out and hung them on the hangers; jumpers, T-shirts, jeans, skirts.... at last she pulled out a suspender belt, and she grinned to herself before shutting it in a draw. Woe betide anyone to go in there... Having unpacked the last of her things, the polar-white femme flopped on a chair in the front room, feeling slightly tired. After a brief moment of hesitation, she got up again and sneaked into the other rooms. All exactly the same. "Wierd..." she muttered, fingering identical towels and duvet to her own. Shrugging, she went back to her room, jumped on the bed, and turned on the TV, her head resting against her arms as she watched lazily. Her eyelids began to lower, until she was asleep in her dorm, curled up with pink wings folded over her as a cover.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hey! I would post but.. erm... I'm still waiting for my char to get accepted in the dorm. So I'll post when she's in!</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Ionni Kyluu, wearing: Baggy brown cargos and white belly tanktop. Hair in ponytail and wearing flip flops</td></tr></table> Ionni had recently heard rumors of a new student arriving, somewhere on the upper levels. She had baked cookies earlier that morning, yet they slightly burnt, and the choclate was a bit messy, but she was delighted to eat them, well...not really, but she was just glad she put the effort into it. After taking a long, hot shower, she slipped into her robe and nestled onto the couch, embracing her wings around her, slowly dozing off. After sleeping a bit, she awakened and put on some dirty clothes from last night. <span style='color:red'>Doesn't bother me...</span> She said, as she bundled the cookies that were cooling into a plastic bag, and walked out from her dorm, closing the door behind her. Her sandals made loud slapping noises as she trudged up the stairs, once or twice losing her sandal and having to run down a flight of stairs to get it and slip it back on. She read the door numbers, and finally reached the new student, room number 8974. Ionni polietely tapped the door with her knuckles, and stood aside, holding the bag of cookies like a little lost girl scout. Finally, a tall male opened the door and stuck his head out, hissing softly. <span style='color:green'>Wadda you want?</span> He wiped his chin and coughed, onto his dirty hand, and his dark orange eyes cast out from his black furred body. <span style='color:red'>Umm...well...I made you some cookies...</span> There was a confused look on his face and he looked down each end of the hallway before asking <span style='color:green'>Who the hell are you?</span> He sniffed up through his nose, making gross sounds, and he extended his hands and grabbed the bag. He snorted and chuckled, throwing them down on his counter. Ionni laughed and tilted her head. <span style='color:red'>I-I....I hope you enjoy your stay...h-here at Janardan Academy</span> She gave a grim smirk, slowly inching away. The dragon gave a snort, and reached back, snatching the cookies off the counter and stuffing them in Ionni's arms, crumbling the cookies. <span style='color:green'>Tryin to play tricks, eh? Well I ain't laughin!</span> He slammed the door behind him, leaving Ionni gleamy eyed, and sad. She pouted, stomping down the hall making a loud noise, clammoring the bag from one arm to another. <span style='color:red'>People just don't appreciate my gratirude!</span> She stomped off past the rooms, 8999, 8998, 8997...
Havana's eyes snapped open as a thudding sound came from the corridor outside, a kind of slapping sound, like someone wearing loose footwear. She yawned and stretched, curling her white fingers around the bedpost. After relaxing for a few moments, she got up and marched towards the door, slipping a cardigan on as she did so. She twisted the doorknob and opened the door, craning her head to look down the small corridor, where another fae had stopped outside someone's door holding a bag. A grubby hand siezed it, and disappeared for several moments before shoving the bag back into the femme's arms. The door slammed, and she watched as the 'dragon stood still, before continuing towards her. Havana leaned against the doorframe, watching her come nearer, rubbing her hands on her shoulders to keep warm. "No luck, eh?" she asked as the other approached past no.8995. She tilted her head slightly, a small smile visible on her polar-white features, wings curled close to her body.
As Ionni stormed down the corridor, she heard a voice. At first, she didn't think someone was talking to her, but when she looked over and saw a white femme, she stopped in her tracks. She turned her head and smiled, a fake and bad smile. <span style='color:red'>Yea, the newcomers don't appreciate gifts, I suppose</span> She held the cookies in one hand, and for a second or two, it was silent and a bit weird. She laughed and looked up. <span style='color:red'>Im...Im sorry for my rudeness. I...I just haven't had my cup of coffee today</span> She looked up and smiled again, this time it was more sencere...or at least she thought it was.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ah...what the heck. Accepted or not, I'll post anyways. Got bored. X_X So here's your new rommie---></td></tr></table> Kutz was having a nice soak in the small but comfortable enough bathroom when she thought she heard some noises in the dorm. She strained to hear somemore but there were no more noises as Havana drifted off to sleep. Thinking it was her overactive mind, she settled down comfortably again in the bath tub. A few minutes later, the noises started again and this time it was accompanied with voices. Curious and afraid at the same time, she got out of the tub and grabbed a towel from the railing to wipe herself dry. After doing so, she went out of the bathroom and into the small living room. There leaning on the door frame, talking to someone who was out in the corridors and away from her view, was a fellow polar-white pendragon but this one was with pink wings. The spikes from the pendragon's neck seem to scare Kutz a little bit, but she managed to push that irritating fear back deep inside her and opened her maw to let out her timid voice. S'cuse me, but I'm wondering what you're doing in my dorm? Then something clicked inside of her brain and suddenly she remembered that she was to be sharing her dorm with someone else. Oh, you're my roommate, aren't jou?
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> *giggles* VonCreme, your avatar is giving me a laughing fit! *pokes*</td></tr></table> Havana smiled to herself, and bent her head slightly to look down the corridor. The 'dragon's door that Ionni had just come from had the chain stuck on the outside, leaving it slightly ajar. "He's new? I moved in today." she checked her watch, it read "5:38". She'd slept for almost an hour and forty minutes. She opened her mouth again, but a new voice from behind alarmed her, and she turned to see another fae, a towel hitched tightly around her, and her fur looked wet. "Yes, I've just moved in, at about 4 o' clock. I'm Havana Vjaapyn." She was about to hold out her hand to shake the other femme's, but Ionni would think she would be forgotten. Feeling awkward, she held out both her hands, one in Ionni's direction, one in Kutz's.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Har Har I have a bunch o them!</td></tr></table> Ionni tilted her head when the femme put her hand out. At first, she was hesitant, but Ionni shook hands willingly with a smile on her face. At first she was confused and it took her a few seconds to talk. <span style='color:red'>Oh you're the new one here!</span> She chuckled and held out the bag of cookies. <span style='color:red'>These are for you...I-I...made them myself...</span> The cookies were crumbled and burnt. Just perfect, Ionni thought, puting. She peeked into the dorm to see another dragon, who looked like they just got out of a shower. <span style='color:red'>Why hello</span> Ionni said, waving slightly. <span style='color:red'>Im Ionni Kyluu</span>
Havana smiled, the cookies were slightly burnt and crumbled, but she wasn't that hungry. "That's very kind of you, but I'm not feeling that hungry at the minute." she looked at Kutz, and pointed to the bag with her now free hand. "Would you like some?" Her neck-spikes twitched as a fly zoomed irritatedly round her ears, and in one swipe she knocked it clean out of the air. "I hate flies and spiders. They really give me the creeps." she mumbled, prodding it with her foot. Her attention switched quickly back to the two femmes, once or twice her gaze flicking back down to the dead insect.
Kutz shook Havana's paw with a smile planted on her face. I'm Kutz Agon. she said just as a voice from outside greeted her. Kutz waved back and introduced herself again. Her roommate invited her for some cookies. She stretched out her paw and was about to accept when Havana swiped a fly dead. Just like that. Kutz retreated back and politely decline the cookies. Um... no, thank you. I'm pretty full... she said, her gaze was on the murdered fly. Kutz suddenly felt akward standing there and dripping a cup full of water. She looked at Ionne. Would you like to come in? Have a drink and maybe all of us could enjoy your cookies. I'm just gonna get myself dry... Without waiting for an answer, she dissapeared inside her room and came out a few minutes later wearing a plain black shirt and army pants. She went to the small kitchen counter. Drinks anyone?
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>lol. Sorreh bout fly dude. But Havana isn't evil.... or is she? *mysterious* Nah, I'm kidding.</td></tr></table> Havana followed her back into the kitchen, seating herself on a tall stool, and swivelling round playfully to look at Ionni. "I'm fine, thanks." she smiled, and jumped back off the stool again, gesturing for Ionni to come inside. Kutz seemed slightly nervous about her, from when she first saw her. Perhaps it was the spikes protruding from her neck? She reached back through her silvery hair and felt the hard bits of fur. A puzzled expression was visible, vieled by her hair draping round her face. Eventually she straightened up and watched the other femmes, a blank look on her features, wondering what to do.
Ionni walked in and observed the appartment - which was exactly the same as hers - She hoped on a chair and giggled with Havana, spinning herself in the chair until she fell off and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. She managed to get up, feeling a bit dizzy, and she collapsed back on the chair. She was offered a drink, and instasntly peered up, saying <span style='color:red'>Vodka on the rocks, salted please!</span> She put her hands over her mouth, and winched. She jittered, and managed to cough up an explination. <span style='color:red'>Im so so sorry! I think water is fine Kutz</span> She felt like walloping her head with a 2 by 4. But she managed to keep herself calm, and she noticed an odd look on Havana's face as she felt her spikes. Ionni smirked, and came up behind her, grabbing her shoulder's. <span style='color:red'>Neato! You could really hurt someone with those!</span> She giggled and patted her back <span style='color:red'>Im just kidding Havana. Your lucky, I just have this plain old, same old hair...</span>
Havana glanced round at Ionni in amusement after her order "Vodka on the rocks with salt", grinning. "I should try that. Is it an unknown delicacy somewhere random?" But all the same, she jumped as someone's hands grabbed her neck. Looking over her shoulder she saw Ionni giggling at something she'd said, probably including the spikes. "Yeah, I go round waving them in people's faces to make 'em scream. Nah, I'm kidding. You wouldn't want these, they make me look like a freak." She fell silent and drummed the side with her fingernails, humming softly to herself.
Ionni touched one and pretended to bleed. <span style='color:red'>Ahh! Im gonna die! Eek!</span> She laughed, and patted Havana on the back. She smiled and peered over her shoulder. <span style='color:red'>So watcha studying here? Anything interesting?</span> She decied to put her hair in a ponytail, and a single strand of hair nestled over her eye. She tried to blow it out of her face, but she struggled until she wrapped it behind her ear.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Wow u ppl are active!</td></tr></table> Kutz nodded to the request of a drink she'd heard a few times. She took a container, some vodka and other liquids with attracting colors. She added them together and did the rest of the work needed to make the concoction. Once done, she set two glasses of drinks in front of the two thills who were playing and joking. Now they had started talking about hair. Well at least you guys have hair. I'm not planning to grow mine yet. And since Tria is coming, I'm not planning to grow it soon. Kutz said. She went back to making a drink. This time, it was for herself. When she was done, she came back with a bubbly drink. Not many pendragons know of it. It was Kutz's own creation. I'm still trying to figure out what I wanna study next. I've done music and some other stuff I can't remember... replied Kutz to Ionne's question. How 'bout you?
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hehe, this is following on from Kutz's OOC! I will be absent during my exams, as will most of you, and I also have to post this message on about a zillion other RPGs. *cries* Life's not fair... but I'll live with it. Byeeeee!</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>My last exam was today!!!! Skywolf is back online!</td></tr></table> "I'm starting languages. Shall we start talking in Ramathian for some odd reason?" She grinned, and swivelled round on the stool, watching Kutz serve the drink to Ionni. "Thull E dy ump nuca tynayma tkjaun?" she grinned, patting her spikes. "E'll tmauc og ym shan ump tkjaun em shaej auj!" She smirked, and rolled her eyes, still grinning in her little evil way. "Py iyo puja na sy?"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Is anyone going to reply, like?</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Soz. I was waiting for Von to reply.. but I think he'd forgotten this thread.</td></tr></table> Kutz looked at her new roommate. Er... Wouldn't that someone get angry? I mean... what if this things break out into a fight? She took a sip of her drink. She was always the cautious one... Sometimes just a little too cautious.
