#romeonce

[taikocharm]

( ☆ ♫ ☆ ) ;

❝ I GUESS IT IS kinda close, isn’t it? ❞ Like, a couple months away. ❝ And I dunno how you can top last year’s musical...don’t worry too much, though. You’ve got some time to plan. We’re barely even in to the new year. ❞

@romeonce

[heartcog]

          It’s 11 PM.

          Oscar probably looks like a demon right now, the light from the hallway illuminating behind him as his face is completely shadowed by the darkness. He stands, stark still, waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for Kaoru to stir and wake, and, maybe...

                              ... maybe scream, too. The other’s a scaredy cat, after all.

          “ YOU. “ Threateningly, he takes a step forward, hand shooting out beside him so that he can slap on the light switch. He has to squint to adjust to the sudden change of it, before he holds up whatever’s in his hands-- a book, open wide, the old smelling pages littered with writing all over the margins. 

          “ You keep stealing my Shakespeare books and analyzing them with your pointless commentary! “ Very pointedly, he gestures to the elegant letter-work, that which borderlined on pure calligraphy. “ What about Hamlet is ‘ fleeting ‘ ?! I don’t even know what that means! “

( @romeonce, i WILL make this descend into trial by combat!!! )

[ayasashi]

TO: 瀬田 薫 ( @romeonce ) FROM:  ☆ 彩 ～（ゝ。∂）

kaoru-san!! im outside your door please open up they’re... they’re coming... please help.....

[heroicadvents]

( ;; @romeonce ) 

“Seta-san, I assume your reputation remains intact here too?” Kaoru always was one that was popular with other girls. They may have not been in the same school, but her reputation was heard by Sayo. Before arriving here the two may have not had a formal conversation, though that seemed to be changing. Kaoru had her ways, there were supposedly many time where groups of girls would even block the pathways were she stood. It was more curiosity if her status remained the same on this island.

[tradetales-blog]

She was studying... or trying to. Tressa liked to say at school late on days she wasn’t working in the store, to focus without the mess and noise of Fibonacci, but she’d never found the library quite this difficult to... focus in. Of course, the disturbance was fairly quiet. For someone reciting Shakespeare in a large, silent room. But the other student’s voice is overriding the words she’s trying to put into her head, and Tressa eventually stands up, walking over and leaning over the girl’s shoulder.

“Romeo and Juliet... huh.” To say she seemed tired would be an understatement. With a sigh, followed by a hopeful smile and a raised eyebrow, Tressa points at the book. “D’you have an audition coming up or something?” Looked like one of the younger years, who still had fun with that kinda thing. “You’ve been at that for ages! I’m sure it’ll go fine, so how about you come with me and I’ll buy you lunch? There’s money on my student card.” Then Tressa could come back here and actually get some learning done.

@romeonce

[erfinderin]

@romeonce || starter call

“‘Kitten’?” Miu raises an eyebrow at the nickname.  She doesn’t know who this girl thinks she is, flirting with her like that, but she’ll have to try harder. (Secretly? Miu doesn’t hate it.) “Don’t call me that. I’m no pussy.”

[isolaradiale]

oops, go ahead and ignore that reserve i dropped in here earlier! here's kaoru seta of bang dream, ready to woo all the ladies! her app is under /app! ' v'

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 370!

You’ll be given an acoustic guitar!

Enjoy your stay!

--Mod Lyra

[heartcog]

( @romeonce, please don’t scare me, i’m just a baby boy. )

          Lads.

          He’s lost in the theater. 

          It had just been so... crowded, he needed to get out and get some air somehow. Despite not being on the stage himself, it had been difficult to stop thinking about the idea of everyone’s eyes being on him. They weren’t, of course there weren’t, but how often does he hang around so many people? What a pain. He hadn’t even gotten 25 minutes into the feature-- surely the actors would be mad at him. 

          A gloved hand raises to his face and he gives a defeated sigh. Oscar’s body slumps against the wall, slowly sinking until his knees are only a quarter bent. There’s no way he could find the way back to the theater hall... was there even a point? A groan.

          Gods, whatever.