<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>When: Dyo 24 81380. Very late at night. Who: Garrlatt Pjunnaj.</td></tr></table> Garrlatt grunted as he tried to heave his suitcase along the ground. It was an immense effort for him to have dragged it as far as he did. It was lucky it was on wheels, drumkits are hard to drag along even when they are taken apart. Right now he was beginning to regret not taking up guitar or something more portable. The wheel of his suitcase hit a bump in the ground and he collapsed. He moaned loudly in defeat. His eight year old frame couldn't carry off of his belongings to the Academy. The Academt. He didn't even want to go to the academy! All he wanted to do was play his music. And he wasn't very good at talking to new people either. He could only hope someone would talk to him.
((OOC: Using Mich Zappharin!)) Feet pattered along thr ground as teh teenage pendragon muttered to himself, nose in a book. His neon green hair swayed as he walked along, backpack on his back, not a care in the world except to read his epic novel and getting back to his dormitory form the library. <span style='color:green'>"And so Sandivere rose his sword to the clouds and proclaimed, 'I will protect you, my beautiful princess!' And with that..."</span> Mich then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He glanced around, and saw a young prendragon haul along a large drum kit. Although not interested in music, as one of his friends was very into music, he recognised it. He walked over, placing the book under his arm. <span style='color:green'>"Hey, kid,"</span> he asked, <span style='color:green'>"Need some help?"</span>
Garrlatt looked up. <span style='color:maroon'>"Yes, please,"</span>he replied. <span style='color:maroon'>"This is really hard to carry."</span> He smiled weakly, and was thankful for the help. After a while, he said <span style='color:maroon'>"My name's Garrlatt. What's yours?,"</span>
OOC: <span style='color:purple'>Hope you don't mind if I join in.</span> :musicnote: IC: Ramya had been walking around the hallways of the dormitories, trying to become familiar with them, when she came apon another small 'dragon like herself, but probably a bit older than herself. Standing at 3'2" tall will get you noticed around Janardan, specially with her shocking, lightning blue hair. She saw another 'dragon walk up and start to help the young 'dragon with his drum set and Ramya cocked her head to the side. OOC: <span style='color:purple'>Not very great, I know, but best I could come up with when its 3:25 a.m. over here. ^^;</span>
Clutching a part of teh drum kit, Mich began to walk along. He didn't mind helping about, but the drum kit seemed a lot for the young kid to carry about. Then, teh young kid had asked him his name. He looked down and smiled, <span style='color:green'>"Mich. Mich Zappharin. Also known as the Disapproving Bookworm."</span> Then, he noticed another small kid at the side of the corridor. He cocked his head back at her, and asked, <span style='color:green'>"Hey, kid, you mind lending a hand at lifting this drum kit?"</span>
Ramya smiled, her deep lilac eyes seemed to dance and she nodded. <span style='color:purple'>"Sure, why not?"</span> She came over and picked up a couple of the other things and leaned them against her back, holding them in place with her hands cupped around the bottom of them and hunched over just slightly. Already hearing the two exchange names, she didn't want to seem rude in the least bit. <span style='color:purple'>"Ramya...Ramya Armenia. Nice to meet you guys..."</span> She would have held out a hand to shake, but they were quiet preoccupied as one could guess.
Garrlat looked at Ramya. She was about his age, possibly younger, and nice looking. <span style='color:maroon'>"So,"</span> he said, trying to make conversation, <span style='color:maroon'>"how long have you guys been here?"</span> He wasn't good at making conversation. He blew a rogue strand of hair out of his eyes. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Lol, short post :p</td></tr></table>
Mich, attempting not to let the dum kit slip from his arms, looked around and beamed, <span style='color:green'>"Since I was your age, probably. Always go home at some point of the year though. But I've gotta admit, this place really warms up to you after a while."</span> He looked down, <span style='color:green'>"So, kiddo, I presume you're new here?"</span>
Ramya looked towards Garrlat and smiled sweetly. <span style='color:purple'>"Been here for just a couple of days."</span> Looking up towards Mich, she wasn't suprised he had been here that long. She just hoped that she wouldn't stay forever lost as she had been for the past couple of days. She situated the drum on her back better and stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth as she got a better hold on it and she she looked ahead once more, her shyness getting the better of her, but she did listen to them at least.
<span style='color:green'>"Goodness,"</span> Mich almost chuckled, <span style='color:green'>"Seems a few new pupils have been around lately. Ah well. Shall I give you two a few tips of Jardanan survival?"</span> It was then that the drum kit slipped out of his floor and landed on his foot. As it rolled off, Mich swore, before covering his mouth. His ears turned pink in embarassment. <span style='color:green'>"Er... sorry 'bout that,"</span> he said, picking up the drum kit.
IC: Ramya couldn't help but giggle and she looked towards Garrlat. <span style='color:purple'>"He has a dirty mouth doesn't he...hehe."</span> Looking up to Mich she grinned in a jocking manner and her large ears perked up. <span style='color:purple'>"Go on...I think I may need some survival tips, heh."</span> OOC: I think we shall wait for Evenni to post, so she doesn't feel left out, lol.
Garrlat smiled, and stored the, ahem, 'colourful vocabulary' in his memory for later use. <span style='color:maroon'>"Survival tips? Sounds good to me,"</span> he said. He somehow got the image of 'dragons with warpaint, on an island on a mission to survive. For some 'strange' reason he didn't think this was the case.
