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Drei | 20 | Screenwriting/Set Design | 2nd Year

[dreiwrites-blog]

This is Scarlet, Drei’s 16 year little sister. :3 (Peyton List)

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[agent-timross]

A note about shipping with me

[karm1x1-blog]

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own separate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

[sam-grace-roberts]

“Um you kinda breathing on me man…” Sam rolled her eyes, but she smiled little bit

Originally posted by fuckitxddd

[dreiwrites-blog]

Drei pulled up short, eyes shooting open, and took a few quick steps back.

“Sorry!” He gasped, shaking his head. “I- I didn’t- see you.” He wiped his forehead on the bottom of his tshirt, pulling the sticky fabric up a little. It was pretty gross, and he did flash her some tummy, but it was better than talking to someone with sweat all over your face. That would just be embarrassing.

He waited until his breathing chilled a little before nodding again. “I’m Drei, by the way. Sorry from breathing- on you- I didn’t mean to. Sometimes when you run you just.... lose your surroundings, you know?”

Originally posted by suzylm1234

[lettie-rose]

Lettie let out a small sound as she realized that she had startled him. At the very least he acted like she had startled him, and she could hardly think of any other reason for that to happen other than her and her big over excited mouth.

“Oh gosh! Did I make you do that to your book? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. My mother always tells me to stop going off and babbling at strangers, but I just can’t help it. I get so curious and excited to talk to new people! Don’t you ever get like that?”

She bounced slightly, running a hand over the covers of the books as she did so, “It does look awfuly hard to choose. There are so so many. I would say just buy one of each, but that’s a lot of notebooks and money… It’s nice to meet you too Drei!  Is that short for something? Drei… it sounds short for something! Like Lettie is really short for Lettice but Lettice sounds boring and stuffy and I don’t like it so I tell everyone to call me Lettie.”

[dreiwrites-blog]

Drei listened as he smoothed out the notebook in his hands, a smile growing on his lips as the girl - Lettie - continued to talk. It was... familiar, this fond look that was beginning to take over his expression the longer she babbled. In fact, it almost felt just like home.

“I don’t, not really.” Drei admitted, looking between the row of notebooks in front of him and the one in his hand a few times before slowly placing it atop it. Could you...? Yeah, you could totally tell. “Usually I don’t get the chance to. My sister- her name’s Scarlet - just runs up and introduces herself to anyone who looks like they may be interesting in passing. I usually just do damage control- or, you know, smile and introduce myself. It’s odd, not having her around.”

The boy paused for a moment, something akin to sadness flickering across his face before he shook his head, wiping his face clear of emotion as his ran a hand through his hair. “Andrei.” He said, giving a small smile. “I suppose both our names are just easier to say when you shorten it, huh.” Deftly taking the notebook back from the shelf, therefore clearing the rack of its rumpled presence, Drei turned, pausing before tilting his head in the direction of the register, inviting without words as he began to walk. “I’m kinda really new here, do you think you could maybe... tell me the laws of the land?”

Originally posted by wackykitharington

[smileariella]

Ariella had a lot in her mind after what happened, so she decided to go for a jog to clear her mind, after a while of jogging, she saw that someone else was running as well. Stopping by them, she sends him a small smile. “What a lovely day for a jog, right?” 

[dreiwrites-blog]

Drei straightened as he heard the steps toward him start to slow, his breaths coming a little easier after the short break. His grin couldn’t be contained anymore, not with the endorphins from the run coursing through his veins. “Yeah.”

Running his hands through the sweaty strands of his own dark hair, he quickly pulled it back, away from his face so that he could meet girl’s gaze without his dumb hair getting all over the place. The curls stayed stuck back, a fact that was so particularly gross he was even more determined to take a shower than he had been before.

Wiping his hand on his equally sweaty shirt, lips twisting into a grin, he gave the girl a nod. “I’m glad I’m not the only one around here who likes to run. I was worried evefryone would be into… I dunno… swimming? tennis?” Whatever sports rich people liked, he figured that would be it.

Originally posted by theblakething

[dreiwrites-blog]

It was early, so he was running.

Running was never something too difficult to do, it was simple work out, something to do when your father was being too lazy to go to the gym, but could spend about an hour on a run. It had just become... their thing, and eventually Scarlet had joined, and it was this huge family outting that happened once or twice a week. His Itsy - a nickname he’d cointed for his little sister way way back when they were toddlers - and he had started a whole gym membership/work out plan together, and one of her parting gifts had been a specified list of workouts for each day of the week, so that even miles apart they could still be on the same page.

It made his heart ache a little.

So, a half hour later, he slowed to a stop, having finally finished his circuit of the campus and school gardens. His breathing was coming a little faster than usual, and he rested by pulling his hands over his head, wiping the sweat from his brow and giving a grin.

Nothing like a run to get you into a good mood.

[chaxmantheartist]

Christina was looking at multiple packs of pastel pencils, not even sure what she was doing. After all, she bought rather expensive stuff when it concerned her art, and as much as artsy stuff were spread along the shelves, she pulled back. Instead, she glanced this stranger who seemed to search for notebooks. Who’d known that was such an uneasy task?

Silently, she walked towards him, his looks clearly standing out from other boys she’d met recently. Why not try to help him? Lucky for the lad, he ended up finding one before she had even got close. “It’s funny how you seem so inspired for something you haven’t even paid for yet,” she slightly teased while fingers clung onto a shelf.

[dreiwrites-blog]

Drei’s head tilted to take in the girl speaking to him, his eyes tracing her features while he attempted to get out of the mental movie he had been scripting. Luckily enough, the story was already slipping from his memory the longer he waited to write it down. Ideas were like that sometimes.

“Oh, well. I mean, a notebook’s a notebook, you know?” he offered a weak smile, his gaze flitting to the large selection still beside him on the shelf. “It’s what goes inside it, that counts.” not to mention the varied importance of the cover, but when it came down to it if he had an idea he needed to get on paper, it didn’t matter if it was frilly, pink, or clearly Scarlet’s, he was going to write it. His little sister was more than used to him using every surface necessary when he suffered from Inspiration Strikes, as she called them. 

“I didn’t think there could be this many notebooks, you know? Each different from the next. How could I possibly choose?” He gave an exasperated sigh, then offered his grin to her again.

“I’m Andrei, by the way. Drei, I mean. I’m Drei.”

Originally posted by casaharington

[lettie-rose]

Lettie was not entirely sure what she was looking for in the store, truthfully she wasn’t really sure she was looking for nothing more than than something to do and the store had presented itself as an option. It had exciting new things to look at and try, and if those things weren’t enough well then there would certainly be someone to talk to and well wasn’t that the best thing of all! People were always more exciting than things anyway. 

She also was not sure when she decided that this particular boy was the one that she was going to bother, but either way that was what she ended up deciding to do, popping up beside the male with an over excited grin, “Hi there! What are you doing! Are you looking for a note book? Well obviously why else would you be standing beside the notebooks huh? I’m Lettie who are you~!”

[dreiwrites-blog]

Drei gave a small jolt, fingers tightening on the notebook he had picked. His eyes, a dark brown much like the oak tree in his childhood backyard, shot to the girl next to him, mouth opening in an ‘o’ of surprise.

It took only a moment for him to catch his bearings, and then he was blinking down at the crumpled collection of pages the notebook in his hands had become. Well... guess he’d have to buy it then...

“Drei.” He offered, glancing back at the girl. “I’m- yeah I was looking for a notebook but-” The boy shook his head. “I’ve never seen so many in one place, is all. It’s hard to make a decision.”

For another moment, he paused, before something - be it the politeness his mother and father had instilled in him or just a reminder that he was supposed to be trying out the whole ‘normal human being’ thing - caused him to nod softly to himself. “Hey Lettie. Nice to- meet you.”

Originally posted by gifsofpeople

[dreiwrites-blog]

Drei was... well, he was supposed to be writing. That’s what he was always supposed to be doing, really. It’s what had gotten him into this school, and it was what was going to keep him there. That was why he was standing in the school store, looking over the rather exstensive spiral notebook selection. In fact, he’d like to believe that he’d be writing right now, had the fact that there were seriously so many notebooks that he wasn’t sure how he had lived life up to this point without being aware that this many even existed. 

Maybe the stress of being here was worth it? You know, for the notebooks?

On a whim, he plucked one from the shelf, ignoring the colorful, somewhat classy design on the thin cardboard cover in order to flip through the blank, college ruled pages. For a moment, he could almost see the stories, the way the words would fit on the page and the way each character would say it. The way each frame would be fit to the screen... 

...if only he would pick a notebook already.

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