#avalonstarter

[lefrenchdoitbest-blog]

Starter || open to anyone!

Francis pulled out his glasses from his pocket. He did hate using them, but when it came to reading, he was blind as a bat. He pushed them up his nose and glanced down at the french homework in front of him. He wrote the score in the right hand corner and flipped it over onto another pile. He tapped his pen on his desk, bored, and rested his head in the cradle of his hand. He was about to nod off to sleep, when he heard a knock on the classroom door. Francis sat up, shrugging off fatigue, he stretched like a cat, accidentally knocking over a pile of french textbooks and essays. He sighed discontentedly. He went to the door and opened it. “Oui? Who is it?"

[thelittlestasiangirl-blog]

The Newest (Hopefully) Student Council Member! || @this-hollow-crown || open starter

Jihun opened her beloved brown leather messenger bag, (Jihun took very good care of said bag, evidence being it’s polished shine, and the fact that there were barely any nicks made.) She folded her school map carefully and slide it in her bag inbetween her book, The Gift of Rain, and a blue spiral bound notebook, that was labeled algebra in hanguel. She lovingly closed the school bag, delicately yet securely fastening the belted straps.

She slipped a thin, neatly folded wad of paper out of her pocket. Jihun unfolded the paper that produced a crinkling sound that was pleasant to her ears. Her eyes scanned over the words. After a few minutes of reading She blinked hard in frustation. Her cheeks reddening in frustration. “Stupied english! Why are you so hard to understand!" Jihun mumbled, she wished she had recieved this as an email, her phone at least had a decent translator so she could just copy and paste say a text message and she could read it in her native tongue. She leaned a little closer to the paper, as if her going in closer would make the words more distinguishable.

She smiled to herself. She looked up at the classroom number plates and her eyes firmly locked onto a door. Jihun walked over to the door after she folded the paper up again and stored it in her pocket.

She reached for the metal door handle and slowly opened the door. The first thing she noticed was a messy-blonde hair, green eyed male student sitting at a wooden desk. He seemed to be reading a thick hardcover book. Jihun walked over, her stride full of confidence and bounce. Her bag slapping against her thigh, pens, pencils, and papers making a bundle of clattering and rattling noises. Her braid swung back and forth like a pendulum. She waved to the student. “Hello! I’m Jihun Park! This is the room for the student council? I would like to join! Do you know where I can find the president?" Jihun asked jovially. “I have my application all filled out and ready to give to him!" She patted her bag, then opened it and pulled out a stapled packet of estimate three pages long.

[prupruprussia]

So done with babies. || Open RP

Julia had entered this school with high hopes and a positive attitude. Who knew that could all change with her first school task? The girl stomped down the hallways, with the fake baby still crying that was shoved in her messenger bag. She let out a loud and exaggerated growl through the empty halls before stopping in place.

The albino tightened her fists, did the batteries last forever in this thing?! She let out a loud sigh and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down it until she was sitting, legs outward, on the floor. The baby was still crying. Julia pulled it out from her bag and held it upside down examining the doll before giving up with a a low growl. "What do you want?! Tell me already! Stop crying, I'll do anything, just stop crying!"

[prupruprussia]

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me

@experience-keeps-a-dear-school

Julia practically ran around the dorm hallways, she had no idea where she was! And this damn baby wouldn’t stop crying. She tried everything to get it to shut up, putting it in a closet, jabbing it with a screwdriver hoping to find the batteries and even gave it a bath! Apparently, the thing was water proof though and only cried more. Isn’t that what babies like though? Getting baths? She finally gave in and decided to find this assigned partner of hers.

"…Dammit! Would you shut up?!" The albino pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper, staring at the room number. She was in the right area, the fourth year male dorms Was she even allowed to be in the males side? Oh, but she didn’t really care, then again. Julia looked up at one of the doors, yes this was the right one! With the baby gripped up in her forceful clutches, she proceeded to kick the door until someone answered.

It would be a lie to say the idea of using the baby instead of her foot came into her head.

[heklicorice-blog]

Emil has found that bouncing the doll on his hip is one of the best ways to get it to stop crying when "feeding" and changing its diaper fails. A relieved smile appears on his face when the shrill mechanical cries start to slow and stop all together. 

"See? I can do this." He says to the doll proudly. "I can take care of the little asshole just fine." 

[heklicorice-blog]

[Walking though the halls, not quite sure where he is but looking at his phone and tweeting to make it look like he's not completely lost.]

@puffinlord: oh lord where am i

@puffinlord: i passed this picture of the founder like six different times i'm pretty sure this school was built as a circle

@puffinlord: fokk

@puffinlord: in other news, i should find the room of requirement soon.

[heklicorice-blog]

Emil Has No Friends, an Introduction. //open to anyone

Not really in the mood for dealing with the stacks of boxes in his room, Emil leaves anything that doesn't need to be immediately unpacked on the floor. He's not worried about the mess bothering anyone, he lucked out in the roommate department with not getting assigned one. 

He closes the door behind him with a soft click and heads off in the direction he thinks is the way to the cafeteria. Unfortunately, the heat and smell of chlorine tells him he took a wrong turn somewhere along the way.

"Damn it," He mumbles to himself as turns around. "This place is so big, how am I supposed to get anywhere?" 

[this-hollow-crown-blog]

"Urrghhhhh"

I am officially over the climate here in America, at first it was a pleasant change to the cold, wet and overcast weather in England.

But now I'm done with it.

I hate the ridiculously high temperatures, I hate the obscenely massive insects that dare creep into the room when I try to sleep with the window open,

I hate that this is the perfect environment for my bloody pollen allergies to thrive.

--!! ACHOOOO!!!

*SLUMPED AT HIS DESK IN THE COUNCIL OFFICE, AC on full blast and every door and window wide open!*

*continues to grumble to himself at length! re-reading the same line on the papers spread out in front of him due to the lack of any ability to concentrate!*