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The walk towards the art room was nearly repetitious. Even with his eyes closed and his current location on campus a mystery, he could still find the particular room. With its glass walls that radiated sunlight into the room and the constant fume of paint lingering in the air, it was possibly the most distinguishable area on campus, and his most memorized. His fingers ran across the cement walls of the building, the one that would be covered by the end of the year with projects from his fellow classmate, he tucked into the art room, offering nothing but a nod of nonrecognition as he caught his teachers gaze, following her pointed finger towards the pile of past projects that had yet to be claimed. “Hey,” he called, only vaguely surprised to see that Cate had beat him to the cut. As if on cue, the expected question flitted from her lips, causing a shrug from the male. "It was alright,” he answered. “Got a new bike—surprisingly. Yours?" he asked, falling by her side as he searched the pile for his work.

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( / cate nodded at his response as she picked another one of hers from the pile. she hummed a bit in acknowledgement as well and mulled over the last few days in her head. everything had been frustrating, irritating, and just all around shitty as usual ) uh, not so great, but the holidays are never the best anyway. ( / cate tried to keep the tone light, but she can only smile half-heartedly at her response; she didn't want to think about it right now. flipping over one of her canvases, she checked the slip of paper taped to the back and read the short feedback on it ) hmm, thought this painting was pretty good. guess not that good. ( / she said the last part under her breath to keep out of ear shot of her teacher. she glanced over at sawyer with a new interest as he shuffled through the pile ) you never showed me your midterm piece. can i see it?

#c: sawyer

'tis the season

there is no time of the year cate hates more than the winter holidays. granted, it's much easier for her to calm down after a panic attack when she breathes in the crisp, freezing air, but that's also probably the only positive thing about this season. cate was on her way back to her house, stopping by school just to run a quick errand. get in, get out. that was the plan. of course, everyone else was excited to be back after the break. it was impossible to traverse campus without seeing friends hugging, couples kissing, girls giggling. the amount of smiling and laughing always made cate nauseous. this year seemed even worse.

it wasn't long before cate found herself practically curled up into a ball against the wall of the science building. fifty feet. fifty feet and she would've been off campus. she couldn't even afford herself that. pathetically enough, she had gotten better at calming herself down over the years. after a few minutes, her breathing was steadier but still shallow. she covered her hands with her face, only a short distance away from the dorms. she would rather die than let someone she knew see her like this. fuck, stand up, cate.

she took a few deep breaths before forcing herself up part way. her legs were still weak and she shook rather noticeably before sliding down the brick wall again. fuck you, cate. fed up with herself by this point, she patted down her pockets, trying to desperately remember if she brought her cigarettes along. she could risk smoking on campus in this dark corner of hers or wait until she got to the bus stop. but of course, her pockets were empty except for her damn lighter so it didn't even matter anyway. kill yourself, cate.

#mickeystrait #c: mickey

( / the building is practically empty at this hour. most of the students have returned from holiday but they're all catching up with each other in the dorms or elsewhere on campus. fortunately, cate loves the quiet hallways, especially if it means avoiding all of the holiday cheer going on outside. the door to the art room is wide open with its light on and cate heads towards the welcoming sanctuary to pick up her artwork that was graded over the break. she waves to mrs. w whose sitting at her desk and flipping through an art book. cate's eyes quickly scan the room for her pieces among the ones laid out on the tables. fresh sounds of footsteps come from behind and cate turns her head to see who it is ) oh hey -- long time no see, stranger. ( / a corner of her mouth slightly perks up at his arrival before she returns half of her attention to finding her paintings ) your break any good?

#sawyermiller #just a quick set up!#c: sawyer

schedule --

MONDAY-FRIDAY

7:00-7:45: Breakfast ( Optional, but Encouraged )

8:00-8:45: Calculus Honors

9:00-9:45: AP Studio Art: Drawing

10:00-10:45: AP Physics

11:00-11:45: AP Lit & Comp

12:00-12:45: Lunch

1:00-1:45: AP Art History

2:00-2:45: French IV Honors

3:00-3:45: European History Honors

#schedule #something like this?

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how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

her hair would start to gray in her mid-40's. it would be gradual, barely there amongst her blonde hair. this would continue until her hair was fully gray by age 60.

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describe how they show affection

after so many years of closing herself off, cate finds it physically difficult to show affection. she’s actually been told before that she gives terrible hugs. but she’ll show her appreciation of you in tiny ways, like letting you take a couple of drags from her cigarette, or leaning her shoulder against yours if you’re sitting next to her, stuff like that.

for special occasions, she’ll write small notes and pass them to you in class or whenever she sees you next, maybe in the hallway or at lunch. the messages will be void of any indication of enthusiasm, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

"happy birthday" "congrats" "i knew you could do it, jerkoff"

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