beauty and grace ;;

anya braginsky | 17 | ♀ | 4th year | fashion design privyet, everyone! my name is anya. expect me to be as big as yves saint laurent someday. ♡dependent aph nyo!russia rp account associated with united world art academy.♡

[privyetanya]

caffeine and stress don’t mix ;; anya and lovino

[forteanima-blog]

It had been awhile since he had gone off campus it almost always seemed to revolve around getting more fruits and vegetables when the ones in his garden weren’t ready to pick. He was taking a quick look around in his bag when he collides with another. He grits his teeth for a moment when he notices the young lady in front of him. ‘Well there goes my strawberries’ he thought to himself. 

“No, no it’s my fault really wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going.”

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"No, no, it was my fault," Anya responded, her head still throbbing with the remnants of a headache.

She did feel bad for running right into him, but she couldn't necessarily blame herself, either. She had been in such a foul mood all morning, and at the current moment, it didn't feel like anything could repair that. All she had wanted was some coffee, but now, it appeared she'd have to manage without it.

[privyetanya]

lost ;; anya and emma

[belgixnpatissiere-blog]

Math can be a very stressful subject but nevertheless, Emma thought it’d be best to just bear with it or else face being behind her subjects and have a more loaded schedule next year when she’s going to graduate. It’s better to face terrible endeavors earlier than setting it aside so she could suffer in it later.

On her way to her next class, she was stopped by a student asking for directions.

“Huh? Sure! Where are you heading to?”

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"I'm headed to Calculus," Anya responded, still somehow worrying that she could potentially be burdening the girl she'd just stopped by asking for help—everybody had a place they needed to be this time of day.

Anya attempted to clear her clouded mind—she was feeling stressed enough as it was. All she needed to do now was pay attention to the other student who was kind enough to accept her ask for help. She would worry about other things later (and, she would worry about Calculus, the subject itself, once she was actually pointed in the right direction).

[privyetanya]

first encounter ;; anya and mizuki

[nekomimi-aa-deactivated20181214]

‘I really like it!’ she said, ‘I used to be an idol back home in Japan, it’s a long story, but I do modern dance here. But I also like to learn dances from Japanese songs out of class, they’re a lot of fun as well.’

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"That's great." Anya nodded as she listened intently to what Mizuki had to say.

Sometimes, Anya sort of regretted that she wasn't so involved in dance anymore, but never for a moment would she turn away her decision to go into the world of fashion. But, she often reminisced over the calming sensation dancing brought to her. However, considering she'd grown several inches since the last time she danced, she assumed she would hardly look graceful doing ballet anymore. "And you were an idol? That's really interesting."

[erzsebethedervary]

@privyetanya

“Oh shi-!” She knew she should’ve properly wrapped her scarf around her neck, but she was in a rush. She had to check out the new facilities, primarily that of the Fashion Design discipline, considering it was absent when she had first enrolled. Had she known it was being offered, she may have switched to it immediately though having invested so much time into Film, she knew it’d be a waste. But, because of this excitement, her own scarf became her worst enemy, causing her to step, pull and trip on it. Now face-planted onto the snow, she laid there quietly for a while, cursing herself in her native tongue.

[privyetanya]

Anya had a fairly sunny outlook going into classes today, considering the fact that she was nearly twenty minutes early to the Fashion Design building and she hadn't managed to endure some strange fashion malfunction on the way there. A smile involuntarily creeped onto her lips, but it was almost immediately swept away by an expression of shock as she heard a loud thud come from somewhere near the building. Anya decided to investigate and side-stepped the snow in order to get a closer look. It seemed that a girl (whom Anya hadn't even noticed in her general vicinity before this) had faceplanted directly into the snow. The poor thing, Anya thought. Arching an eyebrow, she hesitantly approached her and cleared her throat once before piping up. "Are you alright?" she asked, extending one gloved hand out to help pull the girl up.

[withmountainousrhythm]

[shrugs] Got bored. Don’t like leaving my dogs alone for too long. When I got the game as a kid, I was, like, always afraid they would die or run away if I didn’t take care of them. Habit stuck.

[privyetanya]

I was actually sort of the same way. [nods lightly]

I can imagine I'd still be the same way if I actually knew where my Nintendo DS went. My poor dogs have likely starved to death already.

[privyetanya]

first encounter ;; anya and mizuki

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She smiled back. ‘I’m Mizuki, but most people call me Mimi, so you can call me that if you want. Are you in the fashion design discipline? I’m in dance, I’m a second year.’

She was relieved that she didn’t startle Anya too much, but she did genuinely like what she was drawing. Other people’s art styles always fascinated her, it was even more interesting when more than one person drew the same thing, being friends with a few art students, she got to see how one thing could be drawn so many different ways.

[privyetanya]

"It's very nice to meet you, Mimi," Anya replied, smile still present on her face.

"And yes, I am," Anya added quickly, responding to the other's previous question. "I'm a fourth year, but I just transferred here." At the mention of her discipline, she momentarily averted her gaze back down to the notebook containing the half-finished drawing on her lap: she had been sketching out an idea for a dress that hit her randomly in the middle of the night like a week or so ago. It was odd that way, inspiration always seemed to strike her at the most inconvenient times. "How do you like dance?" Anya spoke up again. "I used to be super into ballet myself and considered going into dance as a profession, but I eventually discovered that fashion was my calling."

[didntwannaholdtheurl-blog]

So immersed was Erik in playing in the snow that he didn’t notice when another had joined him. It wasn’t until he turned around and saw her that he realized he wasn’t alone. This realization caused him to panic, doing the first action that came to mind. That of course was to immediately throw a handful of snow at the new comer with a surprised yelp. He was embarrassed to say the least. Attempting to hide his flushing face in his scarf while hoping she wouldn’t be very upset seemed like a good option.

[privyetanya]

If she weren't in such a jovial mood, Anya's initial reaction would've been to scream the poor boy's ears off. Yet, relishing in the fact that it was a snow day and her number one intention was to play around like a little girl again, she allowed for a wide, toothy grin to spread across her face as she wiped clumps of snow off her cheeks with her gloved hands. Then, she promptly reached down into the snowbank herself and made a small snowball, directly aiming it at the boy's face. "Two can play at that game," she laughed.

[withmountainousrhythm]

Nintendogs. [a man of few words, he is]

[privyetanya]

That sounds fun.

I think I had Nintendogs myself as a kid; haven't played in ages, though.

[privyetanya]

first encounter ;; anya and mizuki

[nekomimi-aa-deactivated20181214]

Turning another page of her book was both one of Mizuki’s favourite and lest favourite things to do. She loved it because she loved to read, thanks to an English teacher from long ago, and she was also getting pretty good at it. However, she also disliked being a page closer to the end of the book, and when she finished, she was faced with either finding another book to read, or rereading the same book when she knew what happened in the end.

Today she decided to read without an audiobook, which helped her hear the words and see them in the book, which allowed her to hear someone sink into a nearby chair. She looked up and saw a pretty girl drawing, and she grew curious. She marked her spot and walked over to her, and cautiously looked at what she was drawing. ‘It’s cute,’ she said, hoping not to disturb her too much, ‘I really like what you’re drawing.’

[privyetanya]

Given her calmness at the current moment, Anya hardly took much of a shock when another girl quietly walked up behind her and made a comment on her drawing. She smiled at the girl appreciatively; it always warmed her heart whenever someone was kind enough to compliment her on something like this. The girl's comment made her even more confident that her teacher would like her drawing, as well.

"Thank you," Anya responded cheerfully, slowly putting down her pencil for the time being. "It's for my fashion drawing class. I'm Anya, by the way."

[didntwannaholdtheurl-blog]

Erik glanced around the area for the umpteenth time; again, it appeared that no one was nearby. He stared contemplatively down at a fresh layer of snow upon the ground. After another moment he made up his mind and threw himself into the snow. Within minutes he’d become completely distracted playing with the snow. He didn’t even realize someone was actually nearby.

[privyetanya]

The fresh, pure white coating of snow that had currently been dusted over the ground made Anya feel some type of way. And by some type of way, Anya meant that a snowy day only entailed frolicking around in it like a ten year-old —hey, she didn't make the rules. And she was Russian, after all. Just as she's gotten herself all geared up for the icy weather and has located an area in which she's sure nobody will see her playing, she glumly takes note of the person already occupying the space. But, there’s no way in hell she’s leaving. So she promptly jumps right into the massive snowbank as well.

[lastofthe-angstmerican-girl-blog]

Amelia Jones.

2nd year, writing discipline. What about you?

[privyetanya]

Well, nice to meet you then, Amelia.

And I'm a fourth year fashion discipline.

[privyetanya]

lost ;; anya and emma

Anya was in a rush—she needed to get to Calculus. Fast. The time alotted between periods to go from classroom to classroom was slowly but surely ebbing away. With every second, she could feel herself steadily growing more and more anxious. Getting lost was not something she needed right now. Why was the school so damn big? No wonder she was hopelessly lost.

Anya didn't desire to admit it to herself, but she was getting really scared. Even though she still had five minutes or so left to get where she needed to be, what if the Calculus classroom was halfway across the building? She figured she'd better directly ask the first other student she laid eyes on—and to her luck, one was strolling right in front of her. She did a little half-jog to catch up to the other student, and cleared her throat before asking, "Excuse me? I'm new. Would you mind pointing me in the right direction towards where I need to be?"

[privyetanya]

first encounter ;; anya and mizuki

Oddly enough, Anya was feeling rather… cheerful today. She had no idea what made it so. Her usual grumpy temperament had faded away for the moment, and she was drinking in the serenity as she sank into one of the chairs located in one of the school’s common areas.

Doodling always seemed to calm her, anyhow. Maybe taking Fashion Drawing as one of her discipline classes was a good idea after all. She allowed her hand to move her pencil about the sheet of notebook paper on her lap freely, and needless to say, she was pleased with her results so far. This was certainly a welcome departure from the general stress of her life. She hardly even took note of it when someone eventually approached her.

[privyetanya]

caffeine and stress don’t mix ;; anya and lovino

"Are you sure that it's completely broken?"

The barista nods firmly once more, and Anya takes that as her signal to take her leave. She couldn't believe she'd make the trek all the way to the nearest off-campus local coffee shop just to have this happen to her. To make matters worse, it's not like she had a coffee pot back in her dorm (with that, she made a definite mental note to grab one next time she visited home). And the soles of her feet were sore. Amazing. Needless to say, frustration was practically pulsating through her every vein. She feels like her brain's going to explode on the basis of caffeine withdrawal, and the latter allows her to absentmindedly bump right into someone else on their way out of the shop. She sighs gently, attempting to keep her composure, and manages a quick "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

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lunchtime ;; anya and antonio

It's lunchtime. How thrilling. And, would you believe it, Anya is sitting alone, tucked away in her own little corner of the cafeteria. What a shocker. It's not like she necessarily had an issue with this, she did relish in her alone time, but really, on her first day of school? Not really making a good first impression to the other students by appearing friendless and therefore undesirable to hang out with. That was a big no-no.

She figured she may as well finish her sandwich as fast as she can so she can get back to her dorm quickly enough. But, lucky her, that's not going to happen, because soon, someone—where did he even come from?—is standing directly in her line of vision.

[privyetanya]

oh hey i'm probably gonna go to bed soon but if anyone wants a starter feel free to like this post or message me if you wanna plot something specific

[withmountainousrhythm]

[he’s playing Nintendogs]

[privyetanya]

[she knows she shouldn't intrude—since when has she ever been one to directly socialize with people, anyways? she shouldn't, but she's going to]

You look rather immersed in that game—whatever it is you're playing, that is.