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Morgan Drake
hyacinth hall
POSTED ON Aug 15, 2019 10:13:54 GMT
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hyacinth hall
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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[attr="class","spiral"] a smile is not enough to sate the validation of acknowledgement that others need. before fernando can press further, whether with a well placed retort or an attempt to placate such a demand, he's cut short by the only other person he knows. and, by the cut of her gib, she knows him just as well. "neither, actually." fernando's smile is dimmed by the comment but he doesn't outwardly show his distaste for the pair of comments. instead, he watches isra with a nonchalant expression. her call to add onto the breakfast list seems to play along with the general theme of the house. it reminds him of a new and disorganized frat house. [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","isratalk"] It's not until Isra has collected an array of things that would help with making breakfast that she realizes how silly it might look for someone to be taking everything down but not doing any of it. She can do the prep work for the most part if only because if she gets distracted it won't be the end of the world. That's when she turned to the rest of the crowd and stated plainly. "I'm nt very good at cooking but I can get everything ready to be cooked." Otherwise she'll just find something small to munch on really. Going without food awhile isn't too big a deal to her. |
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[attr="class","spiral"] so she can't cook. who'd have thought. fernando gives one last parting smile as he exits stage left and out of the kitchen. enjoying a meal among comrades is a good team bonding moment but the councilman has little time for appropriating his pacing to the speed of others. food can always be found, eaten at his own leisure, and excused onto the next activity. uninterested in joining them for breakfast, he starts back up to the dormitories. [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","ooc"] "morning morg," noelle greets the boy with a lazy wave, still lounging on the couch. her deino lets out a little growl, head moving to nip at the male as he walked past, barely missing. it was his, slightly messed up, way of greeting someone. "be nice," the pinkette still scolded the deino, who otherwise huffed and went back to chewing on her slipper. "oh, morgan, make sure that one guy brings out the whole sugar container for me - uh...pretty please!" if she didn't get her sugar-infested dosage of coffee this morning, she'd die. Morgan Drake [newclass=.ooc] width: 300px; margin: auto; padding-top: 20px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;[/newclass][newclass=".ooc b"] font-size: 12px; [/newclass] |
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[attr="class","isratalk"] there seems to be a lack of interest in her attempts to help and Isra decides to throw breakfast aside. It doesnt really matter to her anyway, her eating schedule is a mess compared to everyone else anyway. She picks up her cup of tea and moves to follow FERNANDO SILPH because if nothing else, she can bother him for a little while before going back to napping. |
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[attr="class","spiral"] fernando doesn't pick up on her steps at first. the rattling of the kitchen overshadows the sound of footsteps. at least until they're farther away and fernando can feel another presence prick at his backside. he doesn't have to turn around to address it, whoever it may be. "what can i do for you?" [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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hyacinth hall
POSTED ON Aug 20, 2019 11:43:38 GMT
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[attr="class","isratalk"] Isra stops a moment caught between the two as if she's suddenly unsure if she should stay or follow. FERNANDO SILPH's comment is what makes her stick her tongue out at him and turn back around to help the others with breakfast again. Because if that's how he's going to be about it then she'd rather make friends over food. That's how she and Alexei Ivanov became friends after all right? It works. Isra turns on her heel to go back to the kitchen, seemingly ignoring @kingsly but not intentionally. It's more out of annoyance for fernando because she shouldn't have started to follow him anyway. At least she feels that way not when she thinks about it, she'll scold herself later for falling into the habit from the office while they weren't there. She starts to count something out on her fingers, reviewing recipe's in her head. Seconds later she's rummaging through the items on the counter to make a pancake batter. |
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[attr="class","spiral"]isra leaves him to his own devices and he's too stubborn to follow after. if she won't accompany him then he'll go it alone. nothing new — if anything having company is the opposite of his standard, a far cry from the man he was when he came to hoenn. funny how things change. he returns to his roots, which in layman terms means he retires to his dorm. [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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persephone amavi
hyacinth hall
POSTED ON Aug 22, 2019 5:01:38 GMT
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[attr="class","spiral"] another person attempts to acquire his attention and fernando can feel his patience waning from the sheer frequency. he's about to answer the call for his precious time when he turns back to realize who it is. "perse?" the question is rhetorical at best and his mood immediately shifts like the war fronts. it implodes on him and he catches her hand with his own, interlocking his fingers. "i didn't know mermaids were allowed on land." [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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persephone amavi
hyacinth hall
POSTED ON Aug 22, 2019 7:47:37 GMT
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[attr="class","spiral"] "no." fernando's blunt but the sharpness of his answer, crisp against her own as if rehearsed, conveys that he's telling anything but the truth. his smile dies down and in its place is an expression deep in thought, riddled with wanting, anxious with a need to ferry her away and out of sight. "i didn't know you were a huntail." [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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