VILLAIN

pietro carrington ricci | 18 | senior | aquarius

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rainainsworth‌:

Was this the correct room? Raina was one hundred percent it was even if, for a moment, the blonde doubted herself. Standing frozen in her position, left hand in a cast, she stared at the boy in front of her. So, Val was speaking the truth when she told her Pietro would be coming back. Snapping out of it, she cleared her throat. “This is not your room.” 

It took a moment for his eyes to meet hers. Despite hearing her loud and clear--- and only from the sound of her voice. Impressive, he thought. Icy hues scanned up to meet hers, quickly falling back on the fridge left wide open. He kicked the door, watching it close.

“Actually, it is--- got assigned this morning.” Glancing down to her cast, he bit the inside of his cheek. “Take it the trip didn’t go very well.”

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noahward‌:

Noah frowned at the sight of the boy looking through food that was not… his. She lifted her eyebrow at his tone. First, it wasn’t his food and second, he was being rude about it. “And there’s this amazing thing called not taking what’s not yours and asking beforehand,” she said, imitating his own tone. “If you wanted my food that bad, you could’ve just asked?”

“Shit,” he nearly yelped, practically jumping out of his skin by the sudden appearance of a foreign face. Nudging the door shut with his hip, he cleared his throat, a light blush working itself into his features. “Fuck sake. M’sorry--- I thought you were my sister.”

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thexcowardlyxleo‌:

Leo was hoping to find some peace and quiet in his room- but apparently there was no such thing at Luxor. Opening the door to find a complete stranger going through his fridge- Leo was less than thrilled. “Get the fuck out of my room.” He snapped, straight to the point. He was in no mood to deal with this kind of bullshit, and he made that clear. 

“Alright, Jesus--- I was obviously fuckin’ around,” he exclaimed, slamming the door closed as his hands went up to surrender. Some people were so touchy nowadays. If they had the misfortune of meeting the prior year, he would’ve snapped an arm. He always had issues with aggression. The time off was good for him. Making his way out the door, he let out a scoff. “Try jackin’ off. It’ll take the bitch outta that fuckin’ attitude.”

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reellykenzie‌:

“Sure. Next time someone is breaking into my house I will make sure to knock before I enter. Wouldn’t want to scare someone taking my stuff,” she pointed out sarcastically. “And you should learn from yours. Checking the fridge? C’mon. I have the best candy stash on campus and you couldn’t even find the easiest hidden stash? Lame,” she declared, reaching under her mattress with a free hand and pulling out a bag of sour gummy candy. “It was good for a while. Then the avalanche really threw everything out of wack.”

“Avalanche?” He whistled, eyebrows raised. He had almost been glad he hadn’t made it back to the school in time for the trip. He worried about Val the most, but seeing as there were no calls made to either him or their parents she must’ve made it out unscathed. “Anyone die?”

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ceciantez‌:

“Because if I knocked you’d stop digging through my fridge?” She questioned, rolling her eyes knowing the knock wouldn’t have changed anything. “That needs to get cleaned out, it’s from before the trip. Here.” She opened her bag pulling out something, “Here’s the other half of my sandwich.” Ceci tossed it towards him, having no intention of eating the second half on her own. 

“That would be the point, yes.” He nodded, barely tapping the door to the fridge as he watched it shut agonizingly slow. The sandwich soared towards him, catching it without looking, he smiled back at her. “It’s appreciated, C,” he insisted, digging in. “How was the trip? I’ve heard some mixed reviews.”

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elliotxmills‌:

After all of the excitement from the ski trip, and definitely not the kind of excitement he was hoping for, Elliot just wanted to crash on his bed and shut out the world for a bit. keeping his cane in front of him to stop himself from running into any obstacles, he found his room through muscle memory. Though, like always, he still reached his hand out to the wall to find the room number with the braille underneath- just to make sure. Especially when he was as tired as he was, muscle memory and auto-pilot were known to be faulty at times. When he felt the braille tell him it was room 135, he opened the door and immediately went to his own bedroom. 

He practically jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice- an unfamiliar voice at that. Who the hell were they and what were they doing in his room? Wasn’t it just common curtesy to stay either in the common room or your own room? “This is… my room, though.” Elliot answered in an uncharacteristically meek tone.

“Bad news to you and your isolated sanctuary, my dude--- got assigned this morning.” Slamming the door to the fridge shut, he let out another lengthy sigh. “You have any clue where’ta get some grub? They moved shit ‘round on me, I guess. Would’ve at least thought some of the rogues here had some munchies lying around or some shit.”

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calmdowncaleb‌:

“There’s also a thing called get the fuck out of my fridge.” Caleb growled with as much intimidation that a cute Korean boy could possess. “Unless I got a new roommate and nobody told me.”

“I don’t see your name written on it,” he shot back, shutting the door to said fridge in surrender. He wouldn’t pick a fight but it was bothering him just how hungry he was. “Don’t have anything I like anyway. Got some boring-ass tastebuds, bro.”

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reellykenzie‌:

“Do people knock before entering their own room where you’re from? Because where I’m from, they just go in and the person who doesn’t live in that room would be, y’know, not here,” she pointed out as she walked into her room and moved over to her bed, sitting down with a pained expression before leaning back against the pillows. “But I guess that’s what I get for having the best snacks and leaving the door open.”

“No, but it should be common courtesy--- I almost jumped out of my skin,” he mused dramatically, pressing his hand against his heart, imitating exasperation. Nodding, he offered a pitying smile. “You should really learn from your past mistakes.” Shutting the fridge, he settled on an apple, turning to face the other. “How was the trip? I take it from how you’re waddling around not that good, huh?”

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parkmin--seo‌:

“Obviously. You’d think I was one of the ones hobbling around on crutches. Everyone should be fussing over them; not the girl who can’t bend her wrist.” She winced at the bitterness of her own tone; she wasn’t a fan of being so… annoyed. “It’s just a sprain,” she answered flatly, though it was obvious to Minnie that he was already aware of said fact. “I don’t see anything wrong with having a cast decorated in the names of people I don’t care about. If they want to feel like they’re doing something important, why should I be the one to stop them?” She shrugged. “I paint, but I don’t want to just paint for two weeks because that’s what is easy. I like the challenge. Maybe I’ll master it, who knows.” She highly doubted it, but she was ever the optimist– at least, trying to be. 

“From what I heard, a sprain was the vainest injury on your guys’ trip,” he noted, shuffling his feet. He listened to her responses. Short, to the point. Perhaps reiterating what he’d just said but he didn’t like to be met with apprehension. “F’you wanna make it worse, stick with the pen. M’not gonna stop ya.”

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Is that PIETRO CARRINGTON? Wow, they do look a lot like DACRE MONTGOMERY. I hear HE is/are an EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended CARNIFEX Academy. Word is they are a(n) ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be CALCULATING and MANIPULATIVE, but on the bright side they can also be DRIVEN and CHARISMATIC Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

Class Schedule:

Communications

Linguistics

Russian

Advanced Chem

Advanced Psychology

Law

Business

Extracurriculars:

Fencing — sabre

Lacrosse — Captain

Equestrianism -- eventing

Brief history: TW DEATH

oldest of four but has always had issues connecting with them ( kind of a sociopath ngl ) also twin brother to valentina

originally from crema, italy so his entire family is stacked. wanted to attend school in the states so he killed one of his maids to get his point across

DICK but working on his issues per his family’s request

plays dignified & enjoys high-class functions – reverts to frat boy when applicable

comes from a very rich & very powerful family

was accepted into an internship with a weapon’s development company so you can really get a taste for how stupid intelligent this kid is ( so to speak … ) hopes to work for them permanently

little bit of a nymphomaniac & lost his moral compass a while ago

purposely fills his schedule with more than he can handle to keep the dark thoughts from settling but don’t be fooled he’s actually psychotic and won’t hesitate bitch

a r r o g a n t

part of the lacrosse team but is currently leaning towards football ( mostly to handle his aggression )

owns a Kawasaki Ninja H2R & will absolutely run you down

really liked call me by your name and is patiently waiting for find me

just wants to graduate lbr ...

full bio will explain more but i ( STILL ) gotta rewrite it. in the meantime, if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

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“Y’know,” Pietro sighed discontentedly at the sound of the door opening, not bothering to look up as he re-examined the food before him. Hunting for food that didn’t belong to him but what else was new? “There’s this amazing thing called knocking before entering a room. Maybe next time consider it?”

[ @luxorstarters​ ]

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lav-jones‌:

“Listen - I know I already put my decorations up but.” She paused, lifting her gaze to the other person with a smile on her face. “Do you think there is a limit for Christmas decorations?” Lavender giggled softly, tilting her head to the side. “I’m just too excited, it’s my favorite time of the whole year. I don’t think I can enough but I also don’t want to look like a crazy Christmas lady.” @luxorstarters​

“Think whoever told you there’s a limit on Christmas decorations should get their heads outta their Grinch-like asses,” he scoffed, slicing through a crisp red gala apple with the switchblade he carried in his back pocket. Placing the piece in his mouth, he let a smile show through. “All you’re missin’ is the bright red Mrs. Clause dress an’ a pair of round specs’n you’re good’ta go.”

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parkmin--seo‌:

“Nan gwaenchanh-a.” Minnie repeated the words like a mantra, as yet another person fussed over her like she was a broken doll. And she was fine; it was just a minor wrist sprain, and the doctors at the hospital had said it would only take a couple of weeks for it to heal completely. Still, while it was true that she was mostly okay physically, despite the pain– she wasn’t okay mentally. Her wrist being in a brace made it impossible for her to sketch and art was her outlet; without it, she didn’t honestly know what to do with herself. She was currently sitting on one of the couches in the commons, attempting to draw with her left hand and failing miserably. “If you’re going to ask if I’m okay, the answer is yes, so– just please don’t ask,” she said as she heard another set of footsteps approaching, not bothering to look at who was standing before her. ( @luxorstarters​ )

“You’re obviously okay,” he retorted, leaning up against the wall as he watched on in mild amusement. “It’s just a sprain, right?” He gestured to the brace. “Otherwise that’d be wrapped in an actual cast decorated in names of people you don’t care about.” Pointing out the obvious was routine but he needed to verify for himself. He often enjoyed being right. “You should try painting instead. I hear water-colour is forgiving.”

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