“ i was only reminding the lunch lady and some fellow students that plastic utensils are harmful for our planet and next thing i know, i find a bundle of them tapped to my backpack the second i leave the cafe. i’m not entirely sure what to do with that. “
sav only popped out of his little world at the mention of plastic utensils , suddenly feeling very GUILTY for holding his used one . “ that’s not cool , can i finish my food before i get read the riot act ?” he asked cautiously , a boyish smile on his face . “ have you ever thought about writing a letter to the dean ? harassing the lunch ladies won’t get you anywhere .”
“and so I told him, point-blank that idea just isn’t feasible. God, I hate working in groups with incompetent people.” Ellie brought her hand up to her forehand and rubbed her temples. “At least the project is almost over.” She was ranting to one of the baristas at the Dot while they made her drink. Ellie was a Dot regular since the day she came to UofD.
She grabbed her coffee and sat down at one of the tables near the window to get some more work done. With earbuds in and a cup of coffee next to here, Ellie quickly disappeared into the paper she was writing. She was only brought back to reality by a tap on her shoulder.
“hmmm,” she mumbled and looked up at the person trying to get her attention.
holly j couldn’t help but feel the need for a pick me up after the day she’d had . the university of degrassi was turning into her own personal HELL , with one professor in particular not appreciating her intellectual prowess as compared to the rest of their three hundred level business management class . a cup of joe was just what she needed to put the pep back in her step .
just as she turned , coffee finally in her grasp , a frown worked its way onto her perfectly lined lips . with a less than reluctant hand, she tapped the back of the other redhead , eyebrows cast down in a not so savory expression . “ you’re in my seat .”
[ cis female , she/her , luca hollestelle , 20 ] i think i just saw holly j sinclair looking down at their phone in the middle of lecture hall . i wonder if they think that will help them get through their business major . i’m sure professor simpson doesn’t mind , though , especially since holly j can be so + hardworking . then again , she can be a little - abrasive , so maybe simpson will mind after all . hey , you know , sometimes they really remind me of clicking heels on marble floors , pursed lips , & mushroom pizza , but maybe that’s just me . oh well . i hope their second year is treating them well ! [ f , she/her , est ]
goals / desires : to be the best supply chain management specialist the world has ever seen, one day to be financially stable on her own, to own a prada bag in every color, to settle down with the love of her life, & to stop caring what other people think about her
fears : suddenly losing her drive and passion, being broke, having to move to a new country without knowing the language, being unprepared, & stepping in gum while wearing her cutest shoes
hobbies : directing, writing college admission essays, being the best™ at everything she does, organizing school events, criticizing classmates, & doing makeup
beverage : sprite cranberry, apple juice, & apple cider
sport : lacrosse
muse background
○ holly j grew up with two of the most oblivious parents in the world, to her struggles, wants, and passions. she felt like if she was the best at everything, maybe they’d be a little more open to her, maybe a bit more observant, but they weren't
○ she follows in the foots of her goddess of an elder sister, heather sinclair, even to this day. heather was a menace, but holly j felt almost obligated to act exactly as her sister. if people were already going to associate her with heather in a bad way, why not take it a step further?
○ in the most tragic sequence of events, her family went bankrupt one day in age and it shattered her. everything she’d known since a child was suddenly gone, and she felt like a completely different and humbled person for all of a few months until everything sorted itself out and she could at least charge her mom’s credit card fifty dollars again
○ one time she had a mushroom themed birthday party in elementary school
○ even throughout the years of the ‘i hate holly j’ chants in the school lunchroom, she hasn’t learned. she wants to be the best, own the best, and look the best. in order to do that in the easiest way possible, she puts others down, even some of her friends if she feels the need to
[ cis male , he/him , avan jogia , 22 ] i think i just saw savtaj bhandari looking down at their phone in the middle of lecture hall . i wonder if they think that will help them get through their music major . i’m sure professor simpson doesn’t mind , though , especially since sav can be so + level headed . then again , he can be a little - insecure , so maybe simpson will mind after all . hey , you know , sometimes they really remind me of calloused fingers , worn out band tees , & nervous ticks , but maybe that’s just me . oh well . i hope their fourth year is treating them well ! [ f , she/her , est ]
basics
full name : savtaj bhandari
nickname(s) : sav, s, bhandari
date of birth : 17 may, 1997
current age : twenty two
gender : cismale
pronouns : he/him
hometown : toronto, canada
orientation ( sexual / romantic ) : heterosexual
personality
positive traits : + level headed & + mature
negative traits : - insecure & - nervous
goals / desires : to make music the center of his life, to prove it can carry him successfully, to make his parents proud, & to be self sufficient as a music producer
fears : somehow losing the ability to play music, death of his family members, losing the opportunity to finish college, & becoming a person his friends nor family can recognize
hobbies : music, video games, going on walks, & stealing his sister’s food
physical appearance
faceclaim : avan jogia
hair color : black
eye color : brown
tattoos / piercings : none
clothing style : casual, laid back, logo t-shirts, jeans, converse, & brightly colored hoodies
distinguishing characteristics : height, laid back presence, bright smile, eyes, & dark hair
favorites
season / weather : summer
color : blue
music : classic rock, rock, pop rock, & punk
movies : casablanca & psycho
subject : math, engineering, & music studies
beverage : dr pepper, root beer, & water
sport : soccer
muse background
○ sav grew up in a traditional muslim household with his younger sister alli; they were always trying to live secondary lives while appeasing their parents
○ his idea of making music into a career for himself via college and being a music producer only really struck a chord with his father in his later teenage years, but he made a promise that he would take some engineering classes on the side incase music didn’t work out
○ sav has always been super laid back and casual with his friends, but a purposeful and responsible son around his family
○ he finds it really hard to say certain things without second guessing himself sometimes, like there’s a little devil-angel scenario happening on his shoulders that won’t allow him to say what he truly thinks
○ sav’s covered for alli coming back past curfew on multiple occasions and gives her plenty of shit for it, but honestly wanted her to have the normal teenage experience
○ even now sav has trouble speaking out against his parents, but it’s definitely an improvement from when he was younger and completely under their control
“Well, well, well,” the repetition sounded from him. “Isn’t it nice seeing your face bright and early this morning. Happy Holidays, Eff.” He tipped his cup of coffee to her in greeting. “Tell me she hasn’t got you doing some grunt work for the town today, I was planning on stealing you for a pie eating contest at two o’clock. If you can’t make it I’ll need to find a replacement I can bet on. Ellen or my dad, who do you think has a better chance of winning?”
“Oh my God,” The man stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of his friend, but he liked to pretend. “Ryan Montgomery? Wow, I’m your biggest fan. Sign my arm, please?” He began fishing around for the imaginary sharpie in his back pocket. He had to tone down his antics in fear of someone actually recognizing the actress. “Long time no see, Ry. What’s it been, two days?”
Nonstop moans emerged from Naia’s lips with each bite she took off the tamales she had been served, they were far too addicting and the brunette just couldn’t stop eating. The parade had been enjoyable so far, she had been living in town for a few years but it seemed the longer she stayed the better these kinds of activities seemed to get. Nothing could beat the food though, especially when it was this good and reminded her so much of home.
“Okay, if you’re going to sit there I don’t want to see you making faces at me while I finish this,” the dancer near huffed as she saw someone occupy the empty space next to her.
“I — you’re having a good time with those.” Glancing down at his own plate of tamales, he couldn’t help but to raise his brows until she confirmed what was already obvious. “Better dig in then, I guess.” He shrugged, reaching for his fork immediately. “Enjoying the holidays so far? Or did you just come out for the food?” Asking, he searched for her name in his mind. He didn’t want to seem rude, but the odds that she’d remember exactly who he was also had to be low, hopefully.
“This hot apple cider… tastes like it needs a bit of a kick,” Zac nodded, a grin playing at his expression as he pulled a faux-wooden flask from the depths of his dark coat pocket and teetered it in the air at the other. “Want a splash? Seems like the only right way to get through these kind of festivities.”
Uriah could only shake his head, a small but strangely placed smile pulling lips upward for a brief moment before they fell. He was no stranger to the festivities that went on in Portchester during this time of year; he’d seen the locals deal with it one way or another plenty of times before. “The horchata will do it for me. Knocks me right into another dimension.”
