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✧ ◦ . 「 dylan thompson. 」 🥀

In a mixed world of saints and sinners, Dylan definitely had earned himself a resting place in one of the seven terraces of purgatory. At least, that’s what anybody would tell you within the halls of the academy, should anybody ask about Dylan Thompson. Although a junior, he was made up mostly of primal teenage hormones, and partly academic on a good day, while otherwise full-time medicated. But people didn’t come like books in the library with an easy to read synopsis and contextual proof. No, with boys like Dylan, it took less time to learn he was no good and more time to figure out you might regret ever having spoken to him in the first place.

Unfortunately for Eliška, she didn’t have a whole lot of a choice, because while Dylan didn’t usually spend much time kissing God’s ass in the cold, creepy crypts of the church or whatever, he had a thing to do and she’d been right in his way.

Almost slamming into her, Dylan snorted and backed up, looking the girl over pretty obviously. Whatever she’d said wasn’t English, so he didn’t really care for a translation, he figured he got the insinuation. “Forget it, shit happens all the time. Least I didn’t shove you over or something,” He pushed into her personal space then, backing her back into the chapel, just so that he could get through. Then, he counted back a few and went over to one of the pews and began to kneel down, stuffing his arm underneath it. Fidgeting with something, he looked back at the blond. “The school’s big, but the head count’s pretty crack. You new?” He frowned, tacking on the last words as he eyed her again, pretty sure he hadn’t seen her before. Not that he paid a whole lot of attention to everybody, but it was pretty obvious when there was a fresh face.

eliška was taken aback by his presence, which was so much bigger than hers, and not entirely positive or welcoming. still, she offered a smile, always with the instinct to please but not entirely sure it would be so easily achieved with someone like him. “ it was my fault anyway, so i –– ” but he was a boy with a mission, and she stepped backward quickly to avoid falling backwards in his stride. she had half a mind to leave, then –– swiftly make her way somewhere, anywhere but in his path which seemed less than friendly. but she was stubborn, and let out a slow breath through her nose.

“ this is my first week, ” eliška admitted, decidedly unembarrassed –– possibly because she was more distracted by what he was doing. she felt like she was seeing something she wasn’t supposed to be, but that didn’t really seem to bother him. she tucked her hair behind her ear, a mindless movement to keep her hands busy.

“ are you looking for something? ” eliška asked curiously, following after him and tilting her head. she almost told him that they didn’t keep the prayer books underneath the pews, but thought better of it –– he would’ve known, and in the back of her mind she knew that was not at all what he was seeking. not even close.

#✧ ◦ . 「 interaction 」 🥀 ραяcє мє dσмiиє. ♱#🥀 「 dylan thompson 」 ♱

✧ ◦ . 「 jace hawthorne. 」 🥀

Jace sometimes needing quiet and empty places to work on things that weren’t getting done in the library, common room or his dorm. When that happened the chapel was an excellent place to go. It was eerie but in a peaceful sort of way and it was strangely comforting like that despite that fact Jace was no where near religious. He sometimes wondered if there was a God up there if they were actually watching him work on his homework as he sat across from the big cross and statue of the impaled white guy. He was quite certain a man originating from Israel would be a lot darker than the one most churches showed but that was none of his business.

He was trying to keep his mind on task and get to working on a report about foreign politics. Jace was making his way towards the church and opened the door just as another girl stepped out and almost bumped into him. Her eyes had been to the floor and she looked quite thoughtful which made Jace wonder if she was doing okay, not exactly focusing on her inattention. A lot of times students came to the church for comfort and he had to wonder if they were doing alright. There were far too many sad teenagers to scoff at what a problem that could be.

So he didn’t mind when she apologized and quickly put a hand up to wave dismissively. Jace’s mind tried to wrap around the weird language she’d used and finally settled on Czech after thinking Polish or Russian. He offered a sheepish smile and shook his head. “No worries, it happens.” He said, clearing his throat. He used that moment to try to quickly muster up some courage to ask who she was and if she was okay.

“Um -” Jace begun, forcing himself to continue. She seemed new and he remembered what that was like. Get out of your comfort zone. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Goddammit Jace. “Are you alright? I mean, are you doing okay? I-um, don’t know… You look new so I thought I might ask.” He tried to smile casually. “I’ve been there. I know the church can also be pretty comforting when there’s a lot going on out of no where, like a move or school… Nice Czech, by the way… Never heard it used outside of videos.”

eliška grimaced when he recognized her as a new student and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. “ is it that obvious? ” she asked, though she suspected that had very little to do with it. broadripple wasn’t an altogether large school, and students, she was sure, got used to the faces of her peers. when a new one popped up, they’re bound to look out of place. “ it’s my first week, ” she admitted, “ and you’re right, the chapel is comforting. especially when you’re feeling... homesick. ”

she stepped to the side of the walkway, lest she be responsible for another collision right outside of the chapel doors –– though how better to meet students, though, she wondered? it was working out with the boy she ran into so far. “ you recognized it? ” she asked, not bothering to hide the surprise on her face. how could she not be surprised, anyway? she’d done her research before coming to broadripple. only ninety thousand of the three hundred and thirty million people in the united states were czech. point three percent. the likelihood of anyone she met knowing czech was essentially nothing, but thus far it hadn’t bothered her as much as she feared it would.

still, this was a nice curveball. “ i am very impressed. since i’ve arrived, most people, when they hear me speak czech, just say bless you. ” eliška laughed, waving a thin hand in front of her as if she were brushing off the joke. her movements were natural but uncomfortable –– social though she may be, she had yet to make any friends here, and she was nervous with every interaction. would they be a friend, or would they laugh at her once they knew her? call her crazy? no. that’s why she’d come to this place, isn’t it? to find people who believed the way the czech didn’t. to find people like herself, and her family.

“ ah –– i forgot, how stupid –– i’m eliška. you can call me el if you want. it’s a little easier. ”

#✧ ◦ . 「 interaction 」 🥀 ραяcє мє dσмiиє. ♱#🥀 「 jace hawthorne 」 ♱

fycaos

This is who I am.

#✧ ◦ . 「 visage 」 🥀 ραяcє мє dσмiиє. ♱

✧ ◦ . 「 @theocolburn 」 🥀

it was a friday, which eliška knew meant a chance for specialty drinks. inexplicably, she’d been more excited for that all week than anything else –– chalk it up to homesickness and a craving for her father’s elderberry lemonade. she might’ve guessed that it didn’t exist in america, let alone broadripple, considering the woman serving fish on tuesday had balked when she asked if they ever served carp. a bottom feeder? she’d asked, and, not wanting to further her humiliation, eliška didn’t respond. she just laughed and quietly accepted the baked trout ( already cleaned and de-boned ). she still had a lot to learn.

she walked amongst the dining tables carrying a tray with cheese pizza, garlic bread, and a cup of over-sweetened american lemonade that was so full it spilled a little over the rim every time she took a step. she thought about sitting alone, opening the book in her backpack ( a history of demonic activity around massachussets –– a difficult and curious find from a little bookshop in nighmore ) but thought better of it. best not to have to answer questions if someone spotted the material she was reading.

and then there was the matter of making friends. the image of herself sitting alone at a table, muttering to herself in check and fiddling with the dainty crucifix around her neck... it was way too sad, even for eliška. she chose theo at random ( though she admittedly decided that he had a kind face ) and stopped next to him. “ is this seat taken? ” she asked, trying to make her accent sound as american as possible ( better than if she wasn’t trying at all, but still not very good ). “ i’m pretty much brand new and... haven’t exactly done a great job meeting people. ”

#✧ ◦ . 「 interaction 」 🥀 ραяcє мє dσмiиє. ♱#🥀 「 theo colburn 」 ♱

praha was a bustling city, even its smallest side streets busy with tourists and locals alike, so hot in the summer that people couldn’t decide whether it was better to be inside or out. those who chose to sit outside to eat spent the better part of their meal waving flies from their plates, begging impatient waiters for more ice, more ice. in prague you could pass through a crowd unnoticed –– no one, not even the wide-eyed american, would glance your way. eliška liked living this way. there was a freedom in going unseen, in a city where you could be anyone and no one, your true identity a secret to be given with care to people carefully plucked from the crowd of nobodies and anybodies who finally became a somebody.

this was not the sort of life eliška found at broadripple, or even in the town of nighmore. here, everybody was somebody, and she was eliška dvořákova, exchange student from eastern europe, devout to her religion, believer in angels and demons. that was the most difficult adjustment –– moreso than communicating strictly in english, the food served at meals, the time difference. it was the loss of anonymity.

eliška found some semblance of it in the chapel, the quietest location in the school, where she felt most at home. where she went to pray silently in her native tongue, and shed a tear for the parents she missed more desperately than anticipated. it’s the only place where she speaks czech, where she feels sure that the one she is speaking to can understamnd her. she prayed with her eyes closed, kneeling on the padded bar of the pew in front of her, fingers laced together and pressed to her lips as she whispered to the only one she felt sure was listening.

the old wooden doors creaked open as another student entered, and she opened her eyes on instinct, the outside breeze blowing into the chapel and brushing the ends of her hair on the nape her neck. it was rude to look, an invasion of privacy that did not exist in broadripple, so she turned back to the front of the chapel, eyes gazing up at the stained glass window and its image of the virgin mother. “ amen. ”

eliška put her hands on the back of the pew in front of her and used it to lift herself from her position of prayer, silently making her way to the back of the chapel. she kept her head down to avoid eye contact. she watched the toes of her shoes with each step, subconsciously adjusting them to step around larger cracks in the floor’s tile. she pushed the doors to the chapel open and lifted her gaze in time to stop herself just inches away from another person. she gasped, put a pale hand on her chest in surprise.

“ omlouvám se, ” she said quietly, her mind still working in czech so soon after her prayer. she slowed her step, shook her head. “ i’m sorry. i should have been paying closer attention. ”

#haha this !!!! is pretty terrible but it's out there #✧ ◦ . 「 interaction 」 🥀 ραяcє мє dσмiиє. ♱#🥀 「 open 」 ♱#bahq:start

how are you FALLEN from heaven, lucifer! son of the dawn! CUT DOWN to the ground! and once you DOMINATED the peoples! didn’t you say to yourself: i will be as high as HEAVEN! but you shall be brought down to HELL, to the bottom of its pit. and all who SEE you, will despise you.

ELIŠKA DVOŘÁKOVA [KIERNAN SHIPKA] is a SENIOR at Broadripple Academy. She is EIGHTEEN years old, from PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC and is NEW at Broadripple Academy.

#✧ ◦ . 「 about 」 🥀 ραяcє мє dσмiиє. ♱#bahq:intro

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*cutie*

#✧ ◦ . 「 visage 」 🥀 ραяcє мє dσмiиє. ♱

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