==> Aranea: Arrive
Ugh. This school again. Aranea inwardly groaned at the prospect of interacting once more with this hodgepodge of oddities and annoyances, but as always, it was a needed sacrifice. “Father” would be soooooooo disappointed if she dropped out — despite her more than obvious superiority. This school was holding her back and she knew it as deeply as one could. Not to mention her so-called friends. What friends! As if anyone genuinely cared. Aranea sure as hell didn’t. But, she did indeed have to suffer through them, so she might as well keep up the illusion that she did. At least the girl was well-liked, even though that wasn’t reciprocated genuinely.
She forcibly put on a smile, “eager to be learning”, and went on forward to the lounge, and perhaps catch up with some of her “friends.”
Terezi was having more than her share of fun so far in the new school year. So far, she had gained a smattering of new friends and romances, along with a few pseudo-rivals here and there. All in all the school served as a good environment for her to expand her horizons and broaden her sphere of influence.
Sure, some of her friends and rivals were nothing more pragmatic networking in an attempt to gain as many advantages as possible in her social group, but she'd never admit that.
Currently, she was sitting at the center-most chair in the lobby common; a brown, plushly stuffed leather affair with excellent upholstery and cream tinged stitching. Something about this chair did wonders for Terezi's creative juices, and she was currently staring at her laptop screen, tapping away at the keys, in an effort to formulate the perfect transition from her current project's opening sound clip to the exquisitely heavy drop that followed shortly after.
She didn't even notice the change in the room's energy, or the painfully familiar scent that began commingling with the relatively still and bland air of the common.
