Avianna Cecelia Brooks

26. American. Studying Epidemiology.

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anthony-jacoby‌:

He’d been correct, she wasn’t a freshman and instead was an older student. A graduate student like he was. “Well that’s where I live and where I was heading, so I think I’ll be able too.” He told her with a smile. At the mention of her suitcase he reached out to grab it, though stopped before he actually had. “I can drag it around for you if you want? It’s not too far and you look pretty beat.” Anthony told her as he waited to see if she would hand the suitcase over or not. It was the polite and gentlemanly thing to do in the situation. If she said know he would probably as once again, though he wouldn’t push too much on it as it wasn’t too big of a deal. Plus he wasn’t very stubborn, a trait that he probably should have at least a bit.

“Well that’s a lucky coincidence!” Avi said, relief evident in her voice. It would be so much easier to follow a guide than to find her own way or potentially misinterpret any directions. She watched him as he graciously offered to take her bag for her, and though she was tempted to let him, she shook her head. “That’s very nice of you, really, but I can manage it on my own. I’m already following you around, I don’t want to make you drag my stuff around too.” She waved his hand away with a good-natured smile. As much as she’d appreciate his help, she didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness. 

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diwakefield‌:

“Oh, it’s quite all right. We were about to go back ourselves. And we’re never to busy to help, right, Evander?” His head popped up and he nodded enthusiastically, although given his obsession with the ants, Di wasn’t sure he knew what she had said. “We actually live in the graduate dorms as well, so it’s no difficulty to show you the way. I think the campus is fairly easy to navigate, once you’re used to it. We can go this way.” Gesturing, she began walking toward the dorms, pausing just long enough for Evander to pay attention and start skipping beside her. “I’m Di, and this is Evander.”

“Thank you, both of you” Avianna said, making sure to include the little boy as well. “I’m sure I’ll learn my way around quickly enough, but I’d prefer not to wander in circles while lugging this thing around.” Avi kicked her suitcase lightly for emphasis before tugging it along after her guide. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Avi. And if you live in the graduate dorms, I guess that makes us neighbors, huh?” That was a reassuring thought. Di and Evander seemed kind, and very helpful. It was a bit of a surprise to learn a child was living in the student dorms, but that information only did well to improve Avianna’s opinion of the school that they were willing to accommodate their students. 

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princesachesa‌:

Nimuel had long since graduated from St. Amelie and now resided in Spain to further work towards one day becoming King. This year Chesa would have to decide if she wished to join her brother or if she would go on to  Graduate school. She had spent the last three years studying Agricultural Business and knew that her Kingdom could greatly benefit from all that she had learned, but Spain was a Kingdom that still followed patrilineal descent and as such her word didn’t have very much weight despite by right of birth the thrown should have been hers to inherit. It was her hope to change that, she just needed to get them to listen to her first. 

Chesa hadn’t made it too far beyond the gates before she had started trying to think up a strategy for the year to come. Her thoughts were interrupted when a stranger approached her, “A guy from the student senate usually volunteers, but it doesn’t look like he’s here. I can probably help you. Probably being the operative word there though. I’ve been here for three years and I still get a bit lost sometimes”

Avianna felt her smile widen at the girl’s honesty. It was silly to think it, but part of Avianna was relieved to have called upon a stranger that seemed so much- well- like herself. Attending a school in a foreign country was enough to make her feel nervous about finding herself at a distance from the other students, let alone her class. She wondered for a moment who the girl before her was, the daughter of a diplomat? A countess? Maybe even a princess? It was impossible to guess, and Avianna supposed there was only one way to find out. “Two heads are better than one, I’m sure we can figure it out between the two of us.” Avianna assured her before holding out her hand. “I’m Avianna by the way. Avianna Brooks.” 

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sunnysideuprory‌:

Rory had been standing near the entrance to scope out the comings and goings of those arriving to St. Amelie. She could only begin to imagine how popular the video she put out about this day was going to be. First off, this was the very first time that non-royals were allowed to come to this prestigious school and secondly she’d spend every day with legit princes and princess’s. All she needed was a particularly attractive one to befriend and bring on her show to make her viewers swoon a little. As a voice called out she turned, wandering if one had perhaps fallen into her lap and smiling brightly just in case they had. 

Thank heaven she was somewhat of a talented actress. Truly, the accent should have been a dead give away that this woman wasn’t anything particularly special. An American, and definitely not a royal one. Americans had politicians though so maybe she was related to one of them and she supposed that she could make that work too. Eventually. “Are you kidding?” she questioned, “Most of the people that go here have friends that go here or some kind of arrangement with their families for tours and such. The rest of us have maps. Did you not get one or are you as hopeless at reading them as I am?”

Avianna had no trouble sharing a friendly smile with a stranger, that was, until the stranger gave her smile a reason to stale. She didn’t sound unfriendly, and perhaps she hadn’t meant her words to sting, but Avianna couldn’t help feeling a bit defensive. Even if campus tours were something unusual unless prearranged through mutual connections, surely provisions had been made this year for the new arrivals? And even if Avianna did have an illustrated map saved from the welcome email she’d received upon enrollment, it was far less detailed than she would have liked. “I’ll be honest, I don’t have much practice with maps.” She admitted, keeping her tone light. “Everything back home is on a grid. It’s a lot easier than these sort of winding pathways.” 

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tsesarevichmikhail‌:

It was unlike him to be late for anything, even if that something was self-imposed, but here he was ten minutes from his deadline to make it to the main entrance for anyone that might need some sort of help. The skies over mainland Russia had been astoundingly beautiful. So much so that the prince had taken a detour around Germany and France rather than going straight for Genovia like he normally would have. He’d barely had time to set his things in his room before it heading quickly to his destination.

Almost immediately upon arrival an unfamiliar woman caught his attention. “Not in any official capacity, my lady” he admitted somewhat bashfully, “I would be happy to give you a tour though. May I ask where it is you’re trying to get to?”

Avianna glanced up from her phone long enough to note who it was she had called out to. His uniform clearly indicated he had much better things to do than give her a tour of the campus and she wondered at the lines of medals and insignia that decorated his chest. He was polite, as most men in uniform were encouraged to be, though the way he called her ‘my lady’ had a smile tugging at her lips. It was a bit more formal than the usual ‘ma’am’ she sometimes heard back home. “I’m just trying to find my dorm.” She admitted, shifting the weight of her backpack more squarely on her shoulders. The hours of travel made it feel heavier than it probably was as Avianna realized how tired and hungry she was. “And maybe the dining hall after I drop all of this off.” She added, gesturing to the suitcase in hand. 

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diwakefield‌:

“Give Mummy your hand, Evander.” Di was beginning to think bringing her son out on this walk had been a mistake. He was always curious and while she had been comfortable enough at home to allow him to run ahead of her when they were out - sometimes - here at the university it was a different story. He didn’t appreciate it, but dutifully came and took her hand, chattering about the ants marching on the sidewalk near them. His stream of conversation didn’t even halt at the interruption, and Di let him keep rambling as she glanced at the newcomer. “I’m not sure about a welcoming committee, but I could probably help you find your way around if that’s what you need.”

Avianna hadn’t noticed the little boy until his mother recalled him to her side and she couldn’t help but smile as he chattered about the ants on the sidewalk. Glancing up at his mother, Avianna lifted her hand apologetically and shook her head in a silent apology at the interruption. It was clear she had her hands full with more important things than to direct her around campus. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I’m just looking for the graduate dorms, if you could point me in the right direction I’m sure I could find my way.” 

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andlinnetbird‌:

Linnet had arrived on campus early in the day, and after getting everything at least into her room (unpacking would be saved for later), had found a moment to step outside. She enjoyed autumn in Genovia, even if her heart ached for her homeland. Still, she had picked a well worn book out of one of the boxes, and was intent on finding a quiet place to read for a bit, before attempting to find her sister. 

Setting on her way, she didn’t expect to be addressed, and turning, she looked the other girl over. She was a new face, with a clear American accent, and a shaken Linnet had to remind herself that the next weeks would be full of new students coming to the university. “There is one, though I suspect they’re rather busy today. Is there a particular building you’re looking for?” Her mother would have encouraged her to help the stranger, and if she was at the university she couldn’t be a true threat. 

Avianna’s eyes widened for a moment, realizing she had startled the other student. She had to remind herself that this wasn’t New York, and that she would have to watch the volume of her voice and her abrasive tone if she didn’t want to come across as rude rather than direct. “I’m just trying to find my dorm.” She said, making a conscious effort to speak softer and with a more gentle tone. 

Glancing down at her phone once again she scrolled through the email with her dorm details. “I think there’s only the one graduate dorm, but I’m not familiar with the campus just yet. Would you mind pointing me in the right direction?” 

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anthony-jacoby‌:

Anthony had been gotten to the school that morning, already settling everything into his dorm room. While every year there were new faces, this year held the most with the acceptance of ‘commoners’ to the school. The term unsettled him, though mainly because he couldn’t help but think of it as slightly derogatory. “Huh?” He said for a moment, processing what the girl had just asked him. “Oh, yeah there was earlier. Though mainly for freshman.” He told her. Looking at her she seemed a little too old to be a freshman, though by the question he assumed she was new to the school. “I’ve got some time though if you need help finding the dorms or something though.” He smiled, glancing at her suitcase as it was an obvious indicator that she had yet to be settled in. 

“Ah, figures.” Avianna conceded easily, supposing it was just her luck that she’d missed them. It hadn’t helped that her flight had been long and delayed. She hadn’t travelled much in her life to know either way, but she figured today hadn’t been the smoothest of travel days and she was eager to find her dormitory and sleep off the jet lag. “If you could help me find the graduate dorms, I’d really appreciate it.” She said, pocketing her phone and giving him a tired smile. “This suitcase weighs a ton, I swear, and I’d rather not drag it around in circles all day.” 

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Who: Avianna Brooks & Anyone.  When: Friday, September 1st, 2028. 2:20pm. Where: Campus main entrance. 

Avianna took a moment to double count the crisp Genovian currency before handing it to the taxi driver, unused to the look of the foreign notes. It was thrilling to be in a different country with its old cobblestoned streets, low buildings, and rolling green landscape. It felt as though Avianna had fallen into an illustration in a children’s fairytale picture book, and she couldn’t help glancing around as she waved at the driver to stay seated and pulled her own bags out of the trunk. “Thanks!” She said, shouldering her backpack and kicking her suitcase so she could drag it behind her. 

Glancing down at her phone, she scrolled through her emails for her dorm information and began walking. “Hey, sorry, you don’t know if there’s a welcoming committee or something around here, do you?” She asked a nearby student, hoping someone might be able to give her directions. 

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Name: Avianna Cecelia Brooks Age: 26 FC: Candice Patton Class standing: First Year Graduate Student Major: Epidemiology Personality: ( + ) Driven, ( + ) Practical, ( - ) Skeptical, ( - ) Hot-tempered

Aesthetics ‣

The bright sound of a whistle between fingers and the screech of tires along the bustling streets of the city that never sleeps. Warm knitted scarves and sweaters that keep out the chill of an autumn breeze. Books with rainbows of highlighted notes and dog-eared pages. Chipped nail polish on bitten fingernails. The smell of a warm meal cooking on the stove as the low hum of the evening news rumbles in the living room. A crisp lab coat. Strong arms, tight hugs, bright smiles and shared laughter.

Extracurriculars ‣

To be determined. 

Bio ‣

Avianna Brooks considers herself just another one of your run-of-the-mill, born and bred New Yorkers. With a fast walking pace that matches her mouth, she’s always felt at home amongst the skyscrapers and crowds of one of the most famous cities in the world. But New York City is expensive, and with debts hanging over her head from her undergrad, it was looking as if grad school would be a long-term dream. Living at home with her mother and grandmother was not unwelcome, and the free rent was a relief, but her mother’s catering business did not appeal to Avianna as much as her chosen career path did. A random online search one day in a moment of boredom had Avianna looking into much more affordable options abroad, and that was when she stumbled upon St. Amelie. It wasn’t so much the opportunity to attend school with the world’s most affluent youth that drew her interest as it was the generous scholarship for the incoming class of commoners that would be allowed to attend for the first time since the school’s inception. Avianna supposed she could stomach stepping out of her precious city  for a few years if it meant a near-free education and a future in the medical field when she returned.

It wasn’t easy, as Avianna worked multiple jobs in the application period, tucking away every penny she could spare in an attempt to save for the journey to Genovia, a country she’d hardly heard of before applying. Hard work, however, was never something Avianna shied away from. “We Brooks women know how to work.” Was often something she’d heard her grandmother say when loading up the company van with armloads of pots and pans or her mother mutter when scribbling notes in the books, punching numbers into a worn calculator. And work Avianna did, determined to forge her own dreams into stone cold reality just as they had done before her. She didn’t have her grandmother’s passion for cooking, nor her mother’s entrepreneurial skills, but she had a skill and passion for the medical field and she would be damned if a few more student loans stood in her way. Hell, not even the Atlantic Ocean would stop her. 

Mun ‣

Name: Jessie Age: 23 Timezone: EST

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