#writtenarcana

[torpidtm]

closed starter / @writtenarcana

Ariel doesn’t expect anything to do be different when he walks into his psychology class, but there is something critically different - It’s not Rolph at the front of the classroom. The elemental picks his bag back up and slings it over his shoulder before promptly making his exit. The professor isn’t there, which means something is wrong. He’s always in class. Ariel is leaving the school and wandering towards his car in the parking lot before he dials Rolph’s number. His temperature is back to well, his normal, and the nightmares have returned. An aggravating indicator of his now good health. He listens to the phone ring, anxiously tapping his leg as he walks to his car.

[wildflowersofruins]

Starter for @writtenarcana

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   It was overwhelming to say the least, but Nora tried her best to attain all the information she was receiving from the nice older lady. “Alright, so.. the liquid soap goes into that one?” She asked, pointing at one of the opening in the drawer coming out of the clothing washing machine. “And then I close it. And I turn the wheel here. And press that button?” She looked up at the other woman for affirmation, not wanting to press anything until she was certain that she had understood it. She had, and so she pressed the button and the sound of water running filled the room. Nora looked around the machine, wondering if something was wrong, was the water running out of the machine and onto the floor. After examining it for a moment, and looking over at the old woman, she calmed down, realizing that the sound was perfectly normal. “Alright, I think I did it. Just let me write this all down.” She grabbed her pen and notebook and began writing down the steps as she quickly turned around, hearing someone approaching them. “Oh. I.. I don’t think I’ve met you yet.” She said as she saw the male figure. She gave him a soft smile and offered him her hand. “I’m Nora. Pleasure to meet you.” 

[preachesman]

* ( a starter for @writtenarcana​​ ) !

" you said you'd find someone to take my place ... "

" i just don't believe that you've got it in you because we're just gonna keep doing it and every time i start to believe in anything you're saying, i'm reminded that i should be getting over it. "

[notsogeniusgirls]

@writtenarcana

After what had been an excruciatingly silent car ride, Ebru turned to face the other. “You do realize we’re going to need to talk this out at some point, right? We can’t just keep acting like nothing happened. We still have to find a way to make this work. We still have to work together.” It wasn't a conversation she was keen to have. But considering how icy their interactions had been so far, it was certainly necessary. “And maybe now is the best time. Before we go in there and have to get back to normal.” 

[torpidtm]

( closed starter / @writtenarcana )

Rhys had been visiting a friend. He knew this part of the city had a ‘bad’ reputation, but labeling an entire area as bad when obviously not everyone in the area is bad didn’t sit well with him. He was walking home, glancing at his phone periodically because he was unfamiliar with the neighborhood. It doesn’t cause any alarms when three guys cross the street to his side of the sidewalk. Not until he hears the snippets of their thoughts. Even so, he doesn’t get much of a warning as he’s shoved between two buildings. “Hey, whatever this is, I don’t want a fight with you guys.” He’s becoming scared now, especially when one of the men think about how outnumbered Rhys is. They demand his wallet. “Alright, I’m going to reach into my pocket.” Just like work, pretend this is work. “I’m going to take out my wallet.” His voice is surprisingly steady as he narrates his actions. “I’m going to take my license out.” And he does, quick and easy. “Here.” He hands the rest of his wallet over, and has two seconds between realizing he’s about to be punched in the face, and getting punched in the face. Rhys stumbles, trying to use his powers to anticipate one of their moves. It’s all jumbled like always and he can’t focus on what came from who in this state. He tries to lift his arms to block, gets punched again. So much for those basic hand to hand combat classes he took. A hit to his stomach sends him to the ground, and then they’re just kicking and hitting at him. New strategy, stay down and hopefully be able to assess the damage himself when it’s over. 

[torpidtm]

( closed starter / @writtenarcana )

All of Eliza’s days are bad now, but today just really seems to be kicking her. She can’t wait to get home. She’s staying seated while everyone starts to file out of the room, until some guy stops to mutter, “Maybe you could hold down a relationship if you weren’t such a bitch.” Not the worst she’s heard, but her day already sucks and she is so fucking sick of everyone making fun of her. The socialite finally snaps. “You know what? Tell me.” Eliza demands, raising her voice. “Tell me why I’m so vilified, I want to know.” She can see the amused look on this asshole’s face, and it makes her angrier. Some kids have starting recording on their phones. “Any of you! Tell me how you can look at this situation and think I deserved it!” Her eyes flash around the room, waiting for an answer. “They’re the one who cheated on me! They left me! They’re the one who did a fucking interview about it because you’re all so goddamn interested!” She takes a breath. “So please, tell me how that’s my fault, tell me how I deserved it. Don’t just say it, explain to me why.” She looks around the room again. There’s a few scattered giggles before they realize Eliza’s finished and leave, chatting about what they just saw. She puts her head down as she tries to ignore it. Entertainment’s over. 

She stays because she knows she’s going to be scolded for that. Sigh. 

[torpidtm]

( closed starter / @writtenarcana )

Rhys was accustomed to the walk home from campus. He knows it takes much longer than a simple car ride would, but, truth be told, he’s terrified of cars. Obviously, sometimes he has to deal with it. Today, it’s pouring rain out. Yet, the telepath walks at a normal pace down the sidewalk. Sure, he’s soaked to the bone at this point, but at least he’s not in a car. Five miles is a long walk, but he genuinely doesn’t mind.

[torpidtm]

( closed starter / @writtenarcana )

Angelica is an animated student, she’s involved in discussion and answers questions. Her presence is often loud, the way she commands attention with the confidence she gives off. Not all of it is fake. She lives off the attention people give her, no matter what that attention is. The eldest Schuyler is annoyed about the proposed meeting, what? Does she raise her hand too often?

Angelica knocks a bit loudly, but not excessively loud, before she walks in. She raises an eyebrow at her professor. “What did you want to see me for?” She’s refusing to entertain that the topic could be her inclination towards using substances to mask her feelings and have something to do.