<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Character: Amaranth Lussu (19) Timestamp: Tessera, 81378 (4) Late afternoon.. 3 or 4-ish. Current Attire:Black tank-top, black large flare pants, black skating shoes, and black and white checkered beanie.</td></tr></table> Mara shuffled slowly down the halls, watching her flares as the made a swish swish swish sound on the floor. <span style='color:orange'>These need cleaning.., </span>she thought. Most of her clothing did, but she wasn't really in a mood to care lately. The used-to-be slight pang of loneliness had been hitting her full-throttle lately, as she had been seeing a lot of couples around campus. It hadn't really bothered her too much when she came here, but now it was for some reason. She had time to think about it when she daydreamed during her tattooing classes. Mara also hadn't been talking to her roomies a lot lately. She had been sleeping outside or in random other places, mostly because she wanted to be alone. So she had no idea what Chill or Sylver had been up to lately. Her lack of paying attention to where she was going caught up to her suddenly as she ran head-on into a pole. She yelped, as, being as she was watching her feet, she bit her tounge. Suddenly, the sharp metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Muffled curse words escaped her lips as she slid down, and rested her back on the retched pole.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Mind if I toss little Turmy in there? ;) </td></tr></table> Turmoil was drifting around the corridors, only catching the interest of the most curious, silently practising to not emit audible footsteps. He had the hood of his shirt pulled far over his head, half-covering his eyes, which where further hidden by the hair hainging in front of them, forced there by the prison of fabric. He was stuidying his feet as they swept over the floor, every now and then disappearing from his field of vision, either because of hair or the pair of too large black second-hand jeans he was sporting. A metallic clang brought him back to reality. He looked up, slowly moving his head from side to side, scanning the room to discover the source of the sound.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Not at all. :D </td></tr></table> After the taste of blood had left her mouth (to some extent anyway), Mara looked around for the source of the faint footsteps she had heard when she was near tears. She looked up and moved her fingers away from her mouth, incase she needed to yell at some nosy kid. The 'dragon she caught a glimpse of wasn't a kid though. He was about her age.<span style='color:orange'> and has about the same fashion sense too..</span>, she thought. After sliding up the pole, she put her tough outer exterior on. <span style='color:orange'>"What'd ya lookin' at?", </span>she said trying to sound angry.
Turmoil stared back at the female. He brushed his hood back, releasing a few short, messy bangs from their prison of cloth. "Nothing, until a few seconds ago. Right now, I'm looking at a rather clumsy, black and white female pendragon, if you promptly must know."
<span style='color:orange'>"I'm not clumsy.."</span> ,she said indignantly, <span style='color:orange'>"I just wasn't thinking about where I was going."</span> She stood up and brushed the floor dirt off her clothing. She didn't like cocky pendragons.. Or maybe he was just trying to make her less embarrassed, in which case, it wasn't working. She peeked up while she was brushing off her pants, only to see him still standing there. She assumed he wanted to know who this retard was. She sighed and muttered as she tried to count all her saftey pins to make sure she hadn't lost any. <span style='color:orange'>"I'm Amaranth. But if you value your sanity, I would call me Mara."</span> she said. She would have to apologize to Sylver for using his lines later.
<span style='color:blue'>"Not paying attention to a pole in your way is still clumsy, no matter how you look at it."</span> Tiral had walked up rather silently while the two where focusing on each other. He was wearing very little aside from a pair of light gray pants, he also happened to be moving with a bipedal stance at the moment. His head was tilted, letting his hair fall over the left half of his face, as well as cover a further back portion of his snout. Tiral's tail flame had a silver color tinged with a light reddish pink color, though it might take a keen eye to see the tip of the flame hiding behind his legs along with most of his tail.
The black pendragon raised a brow as the other pendragon introduced herself. Why would he want to know here name? Either way, Turmoil decided he was not as rude as to not return a greeting, nevermind the tone of it. He never got as far though, before he was interupted by another 'dragon. "Or, maybe more precisely, not looking at it." He said with a slight smile at his own little word game.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Short little bit tonight.. Smetter has..Como se dice..Writer's block? :D </td></tr></table> Mara looked around the body of the 'dragon currently standing in front of her. <span style='color:orange'>"Thanks for your input.", </span>she said, struggling to hold back a smile. <span style='color:orange'>"When'd you decide to join our little conversation?". </span>This 'dragon was atleast 4 or 5 years younger than her. He didn't seem intimidated by her though. She let out a long hacking cough. Her attempt at quitting smoking wasn't as easy as she had expected it to be. And if she ever needed a cigarette more, this was the time.
Out of Character Bah! 'Tis good 'nough, I only reply about the same length though. In Character Tiral hesitated, thinking of what to say to her before giving something of a shrug and saying <span style='color:blue'>"I suppose I decided to join the conversation when you decided to be an idiot. Aside, I was wondering if you where alright, I notice your tongue is bleeding as well."</span> He had a slightly monotonous voice, though it sounded as if it could easily be adapted to singing if he chose to do so. Tiral thought for a moment and seemed to hesitate in his stance a moment as if wanting to say or ask something though he remained silent and stone faced as he normally is. His tail-flame had changed slightly from when he had showed up, it had a silver color with an ocean-blue core, though now it began to become tinged with a purplish black color
Kussauj dropped the pile of books she was carrying and the skidded across the floor, landing at the feet of the three ‘dragons standing in the hall. Kuss muttered swears under her breath, as she gathered up the closer books, the looked up at the ‘dragon who were staring at her. “I’m sorry" she whispered, kneeling down at their feet to gather up the remaining books. Standing up, she said “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop them. I’m stupid. Sorry"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Whoa.. Crazy week. Sorry you guys. :unsure: </td></tr></table> Mara ignored the comment about her being idiotic. She didn't need some kid who barely knew her telling her about her personality flaws. <span style='color:orange'>"My tounge is fine."</span>, she said sticking it out for him to examine. <span style='color:orange'>"Thanks for asking about it though."</span>. She suddenly felt a heavy object hit her foot. She winced and looked down in time to see a 'dragon at her feet. <span style='color:orange'>I must be a magnet today..</span> she thought. She sighed irritably and bent down to help the girl. <span style='color:orange'>"Here." </span>She handed the girl the remainder of her books.
"I'm really sorry" Kuss said to the girl who had handed back her books. "Thanks" She looked at the other 'dragons, none of who she knew. She stood there shyly, clutching her books to her chest and looking at the floor. Maybe someone would talk to her.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I suggest waiting for thunderclaw to post before any more.</td></tr></table> In Character <span style='color:blue'>"There appears to be two about now."</span> Tiral, looked at the new 'Dragon, he seemed to consider this new person for a few moments without speaking. Having decided not to he returned his gaze Mara, he himself awaited for the conversation to continue itself, though only after conferming that he knew of what she had just spoken.
Dromaegithyr (dro-MAY-gee-theer), a tall, slender, quad, youth of 16, sat on his haunches, perched on a stool, training Nezeik, (Nez-, like Pez candy, -ZEEK) his djirus obedience. Dro would toss a bit of meat into the air, Nez would catch it and bring it back to Dro; if the little djirus managed this, he was allowed to eat his prize, the meat. So far Nez had managed to figure out that once he caught the meat, five or six feet away from Dro, Dro couldn't stop him from eating it before he returned to his owner. Clinging to Dro shoulders and constantly trying to get at the meat was his Torber, Knaera.(NAIR-rah) Knaera trilled and bobbed her head at the djirus trying distract him. He was too focused for her so she turned her attentions to making ridiculously exaggerated growling noises and gnawing on Dro's shoulder. Dro, unearthly patient with his pets, ignored Knaera in her antics except for a pat on the head, and tried to work out how to keep Nez from taking advantage of the situation, pulling out a clickerÂ…
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry 'bout that. I kind of forgot this topic existed... *cough*</td></tr></table> Turmoil took a deep breath, atempting to pick out the important fragments of the newly conducted dialog. Letting the air out in something that resembled a mixture of a sigh and a growl, he spoke. "Unless someone has anything inteligent to say, I'm of." Not waiting for a reply, he started walking down the hall, in no particular pattern, his previous task forgotten, both atempting and not to eventually end up in his dorm.
<span style='color:orange'><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Dromaegithyr's pet Djirus decided to have a bit more fun than catching meat since he was full and all. Upon sighting the group of three pendragons speaking 10 or so feet away, Dro and his meaty treats were almost forgotten. Nez zoomed over the trio, squeaking in his best horror movie voice. Dro yelped and hopped off the stool, turning in barely enough time to keep his seat from falling. Her torber, Knaera, gave an indignant squawk and skittered after Nez, chirping. Finally, some entertainment!</span></span></span> <span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'> "Punmes!" cursed Dro under his breath, "NEZEIK! KNAERA! TSYG! KYNA RUKC HAJA MYF!" </span></span></span> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:orange'> Nez banked, paused, and glanced at Dro, then dive-bombed Tiral with a fearsome squeak, pulling up at the last moment, and producing hi-pitched squawks that would remind one of laughter. Knaera gave Dro more consideration, but her ear turned toward Nez's laughter and a new thing had her attention. She trilled curiously at Nezeik and squeaked playfully, diving after Kuss's tail with joy.</span></span></span>
Kuss giggled and flicked hyer tail out of the way. "Hello!" she called to the oter 'dragon "Stabge meeting, this is. Seems to me you have a few problems. Or maybe it's us with the problems. Anyway, nice to meet you!"
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:orange'>Blanching, Dro trotted over to the group, trying not to run or look nervous. The self-conscious quadruped nodded sheepishly at Kuss. "Hello Madam," Dro looked up at his pets, "Now see here, you two! You did know how to behave at one time." Nezeik noticed his owner was standing closest to the female Knaera had pounced about and fluttered down, pretending to have remembered obedience, only to make a sharp turn and settle on Kuss's shoulder. Dro's ears pinned to the back of his head as he stood. Dro winced slightly as his spinal column rearranged to support the upright stance and his hind paws expanded to help him keep his balance while standing. He patiently lifted Nez from Kuss’s shoulder and placed him on his own. “ I’m very sorry about that madam, Nezeik tends to be a bit over-friendly." He gave her an apologetic smile. Knaera, knowing better when to stop, climbed up Dro’s leg and torso to perch on his shoulder. She cheeped and trilled at Kuss, swishing her tail; Dro gave her an affectionate pat. “They can get rowdy sometimes, but I’d take them with their rowdiness over not having them at all any day." </span></span></span>
