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[mlle-christine-daae]

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Christine would've slept till noon if she could, exhausted as she was by the lead-up to the opening of Faust and the intensity of her lessons with the Angel, but pressing matters kept her from her bed.

A little before midday, after having completed most of her errands, she returned home to pick up her guardian. Although Christine would've been fine with calling for a cab, Mamma Valérius insisted on walking the few blocks to the church that the makeshift family had been attending since arriving in Paris some years ago.

Christine and her father had been heavily involved in the music ministry of the church up until the latter's passing. Since then she hadn't taken part in the choir, but she helped in other ways through the church's outreach ministry. After depositing Mamma and her knitting basket with the other elderly women upstairs, Christine headed to the church's basement to begin unboxing donations for the food pantry. Père Jules had told her after last week's Mass that someone else would be helping her, but she hadn't been told who.

Her face lit up with a smile upon spotting the familiar blonde in the pantry.

"Cosette!"

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Ala was a mess, she didn’t know how she was going to make it through mothers day. Growing up it had never been a day that meant anything positive to her, she was never able to celebrate it due to growing up in the system, but this one was supposed to be different. She was supposed to have a child. She was dressed in black, not even wearing one of her bright jackets, the only way most would recognise her from a distance was her bright blue hair with a black streak in it.

She was on her knees by a tiny grave as she set up. She had brought a blanket to sit on and some food and water as well as a bunch of toys, it was her way of coping, or at least trying to. She had ran out of tears for now, she hadn’t bothered with makeup, knowing it would get ruined, her nose was red from crying. She was in the process of placing the toys onto the grave when Annie approached her.

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[movedtovervainbrokemyheart]

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[anavengernow]

Starter for @fullofhcart:

Midtown High was not exactly the place that Peter preferred to spend the majority of his time, but hey, it was home. He had plenty of things to keep him busy, like the academic team and- Well, that’s pretty much it for school. He wasn’t a popular kid, nor did he take up any sports because he was never the most athletic guy; that was until he got superpowers. The problem with that is no one could know that he had those powers, so he still had to pretend to be the weakling that everyone saw him as. Peter didn’t mind this, because he was a person that kept to himself unless he was wearing his suit. He had all of the friends that he needed, even if he could count them on one hand.

Although he hadn’t developed friendships with many, he was still aware of all of the faces at his school. He could probably name each one, and it wasn’t because he stalked them, just that he always payed close attention to everything. This held true until he stopped at his locker one morning and caught sight of an unfamiliar face at the end of the hall. Her blonde hair stood out, and he wasn’t trying to be a creep and stare at her, but he couldn’t seem to look away. She was definitely a new student, or so he thought, and he wanted to make sure that she had at least one friendly face to welcome her. He knew more than anyone how dreadful the town could be, and he wanted to make the experience better for others if he could help it.

This didn’t come without doubt, though, because he didn’t know if she would even talk to him. Most people, especially girls, just turned the other way and pretended like he didn’t exist. Peter was never one to give in to fear, so he decided to give it a go anyway. He normally waited for Ned to show up at his locker, but on that particular day, he had something else that was higher priority.

With a book tucked underneath one arm and his backpack slung over his opposite shoulder, he made his way down the hall to where the girl stood. He tried to wear a smile, but he didn’t want to come off too strong, so he settled for his signature grin, which unfortunately made him look like he had no lips. 

He approached her carefully, not wanting to freak her out. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened, so he had to pay extra attention. He cleared his throat, hoping to capture her attention.

“Hi.”

His voice was quiet, but far from a whisper. The last thing he wanted to do was spook her.

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Peyton wasn’t new to figure skating. At least nto completely. She had been training for a few years but ever since she started feeling like a loser compared to her siblings, she wanted more. She wanted medals, trophies, just everything. She wanted her parents to look at her, be proud of her and what she achieved. She wanted to be the star. Today was the day where she was going to meet someone that would train her. She didn’t care if it was going to be a tough training, harder than anything she had ever experienced. She just knew she wanted to be perfect. She walked up to the girl she thought would be the person she was looking for. “Hey, I’m Peyton. Are you here to train me?” she asked straight away. 

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[blccmngs]

“Don’t let me fool you. I don’t have any idea what I’m doing, either.” / @fullofhcart​ - sc. 

[for-remembrxnce]

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Bicé did not exactly miss the solitude of the frozen world, but she found it was quite a bit more difficult to study when she could not retreat to it.  She could not stop learning, though, so instead, she found solace in a hidden corner of the nearby library.  There, she had the silence, the privacy, that she desired to mutter in a range of different languages, uncovering the similarities and differences between each family as she mastered each one.  She hardly noticed the time passing -- but it did, and that realization struck her rather abruptly when she looked up from the Mascoian languages of Paraguay to discover that it was darker than it should be.  The library was closed.

She jumped up, hurriedly grabbing her books as she did.  They would not have locked her in, would they?  Not that she would really mind an entire night alone in a library, but her siblings would probably worry if she did not come home.  She nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized she was not actually alone.  “I’m sorry, I was just leaving.  I didn’t realize how late it was.”

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@fullofhcart​ gets a starter for Katelin.

“So, what are you up to after this, Kat?” Sheila asked softly as they sat in class. They weren’t going to get in trouble, they were grouped up talking about the book they were reading for English class. “And please don’t say practice because you’ve been working yourself to the bone lately. I know hard work is usually seen as a good thing, but too much of it can’t be good for an Olympic hopeful.”