#bravenewopen

[nicholas-wycliffe-blog]

Play It Right || Nick & Peter || V9 W1 Tuesday Morning

Nick didn’t even try to hide his yawn and he stood, help up by his mop in the corridor. It was probably something to do with the fact that he’d had a super busy, late night, with a lot of heavy drinking involved... No, there had to be something else he could blame, that sounded terrible to an employer. Rubbing his long face, Nick assumed he was more likely to get fired for sleeping on the job than for taking a break to grab the darkest, hottest coffee he could find. 

This led him to the break room and the coffee machine, where, once he’d flipped the switch and set it away, Nick was leaning on the counter, eyes closed. Even though he heard the footsteps approaching, Nick was the sort of tired that makes it very difficult to open your eyes again once you’ve given in and closed them. 

“If your my boss, I swear I have a good explanation for this.” He said, still half-asleep on the counter. 

[illusioncreation]

Number Illiterate || OPEN || V8 W2 || Tuesday Morning

Considering everyone survived through the first day of Finals, Meredith thought the school was at least coming back to some way of normal. She was still a little weary, but actually sleeping the night before helped a lot more than she thought it would.

When someone walked through the door, she flagged them down as they crossed her path, “hey, hey, hi, wasn’t the math final this morning?” She asked. She kind of hoped so, so no one would expect her to help with that.

[illusioncreation]

Apprehension || OPEN || V8 W2 || Monday Morning

Meredith hadn’t been able to sleep, especially once the sirens started. She figured she looked a sight, barely bothering to get dressed, at least not the business casual that she normally did. She couldn’t imagine what the other students were feeling- Yuki has been one of them. Meredith knew she was about as wound up on anxious-energy as she could manage.

This school was supposed to be a haven, but even her hopeful outlook seemed to fall short. Her personal turmoil seemed to revolve around the campus, and it seemed there’d been five deaths by her count. Meredith unlocked the library, and sat at the desk. She was only here as both a formality and because today was still a finals day. If any of the kids were like her, they’d need a safe- well, as safe as the School could be- place to study.

[burn-the-appliances-blog]

Dinner Plans || Ashley & Luke || V8 W1 Monday Evening

Standing at the front of the dining hall, Ash felt as though she was right back in middle school. Everyone already had their friends, and most of the tables were taken up. Chris said he’d catch up with her, so she’d just have to find a table on her own. 

She looked around a little before spotting a viable option. Tray in hand, Ashley walked over and smiled brightly at the person already at the table. “Hi, sorry, is anyone sitting here?”

[teenage-teleportation-blog]

Action! || OPEN || V7 W5 Monday Afternoon

Wandering around their new campus, Luke was perfectly happy staring at it all through the lense of their camera. It hadn’t really hit them yet, that they were away from home and security and their mom, but that was fine. They were sure that whenever the panic attack hit, they’d be able to find somewhere in the school they could hide away - it was big enough after all. 

Luke was busy filming the pretty looking grounds, only noticing the other person when they walked in on the shot. Though it was a little irritating, they stopped the recording and looked up, smiling slightly. They didn’t want to come off as too friendly, in case that ended up with too much interacting. But Luke didn’t want to come of as anti-social either. So they stuck to a small wave, and hoped that would be fine enough.

[itsryanto]

Ant Infestation || PU || Open || W4 V7 Moday Night

Ant was currently in a darkened alley. After he had nearly escaped the confines to the god forsaken mental institution he was in. He had manged to get away with the help of his new found ability. All he had to do was just think about whatever he wanted and it happen like he had control over the world around him. It came in handy when he had to take out the guard in front of the exit. All he did was imagine him feeling the worst pain he had ever felt and soon the man had collapsed on the ground writhing in agony. 

Now all he wanted was to find some new clothes and a place to stay. He waited patiently as unsuspecting people walked past him. None of them wiser to the fact that soon they would meet their demise. He then spotted the perfect person and was about to grab the when he felt someone walk up behind him. Ant quickly turned around to see who the person was and screamed “Who the hell are you?!”

[more-than-one-me]

Familiar Faces || OPEN || V7 W4 Wednesday Evening

The day was drawing to a close, and instead of just going home to an empty apartment, Sasha decided that having a nice meal would lift her spirits far more. Even with her and the intern working tirelessly on the machine, they were still missing key elements, necessary for completing it. 

Walking into a diner not far from work, Sasha took a seat in a booth and glanced around. She already knew what she was going to get, so looking at the menu was pointless. Sasha instead turned her attention to someone sitting not far from where she was. Though she couldn’t put a name to the face, she knew she recognized them.

“Sorry-” Sasha leaned over towards them, smiling slightly and waving to get their attention. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m sure I know you from somewhere.”

[scoot-mcallister-blog]

Brain Food || OPEN || V7 W4 Tuesday Evening

Scientifically, Scoot knew there were about 1000 better things that they could be eating, but there just something about New York pizza that they couldn’t resist. So they turned off the part of their brain that counted E-numbers and calories, and headed out to their favourite take-away.

Whilst standing in line, Scoot noticed something fall from the person in front of them. They quickly tapped the person on the shoulder and pointed to the ground. “I uh, i think you dropped something?”