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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 15, 2017 22:47:37 GMT -5
Simon hesitated, unsure on what he could actually get before he stood and studied the food behind the counter. He finally decided on some cheesecake with strawberry jam, figuring it'd be the safest option. "I'm just getting some cheesecake, it loomed pretty good," he explained, coming back with the soft, white cake. He poked at it for a few moments before eating a bite of it, enjoying the creamy goodness. He felt himself tense up, before he found out he was still breathing fine and continued to eat it.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 15, 2017 23:09:22 GMT -5
Simon flashed him a knowing look, finishing about half of it before becoming full, not one for actually eating a lot. He just had the tendency to get distracted and forget about eating, so his stomach just shrunk. "I feel you. For me the annoying ones the animal dander, I can't even pet my own animals without breaking out, although it's kinda worth it, I guess. Even the meds for it doesn't help much, but oh well. Do you ever just have something you want with milk in it- like cheesecake, deciding it was worth it even with getting sick?," he asked as he finished his last bite of cheesecake, glad he had asked for a box beforehand, setting the rest of the cake carefully into the box. "Latex is the one that scares me the most, cuz of how much it's used, it was scary the first time I went into anaphylactic shock because of it, the doctors thought it was because of the medication they had given me, couldn't figure out why I my throat closed up again after they administered the meds to counteract the reaction," he fiddled with a bracelet on his wrist nervously. "Now I have to be careful- if there's even balloons st a party I can't go, or if there's a bunch of them in a room I have to get out. It's tricky though, cuz latex is in a ton of stuff, so I've had to learn that when my face starts tingling get the heck outta there. Gotta love allergies, right?" He said with a small, wry chuckle, seeing if he was ready to go. He personally hoped that they'd be able to stay a bit longer, enjoying just talking with him.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 11:38:06 GMT -5
(Mind if I join this rp? I couldn't help but read what was going on so far because it was so darn cute >///<)
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 12:00:04 GMT -5
(Okie ^.^)
Rosa Bennett: 18, senior: Rosa is a small, skinny girl who oftentimes is made fun of for being short. She has long, curly hair that is dyed navy blue, and hazel eyes. Personality-wise, she is very down to earth, though she does struggle with manic depression at times. On a good day, she is very mellow. Her favorite class is art class; she is usually in the art room full-time, and doesn't care much for core classes. She also loves plants and animals, particularly turtles. Bisexual
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 12:27:59 GMT -5
(Hmm...surprise me ^.^ And I can go ahead and get a starter up)
Rosa was sitting on a bench outdoors on her lunch break, eating a sandwich. She still had on her smock from art class, and it was stained with various paint colors that would never wash off. She didn't mind though; as soon as lunch was over she would go straight back to the art room and continue her project. It was more like a club for her instead of an actual class. She knew she only had a few minutes left to eat, but the teacher probably wouldn't mind if she was a little late.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 12:53:24 GMT -5
(Yea that's a good idea lol)
Rosa finally decided it was time to go back to class. She stood up, stretching her arms and staring out across the parking lot she was sitting in front of. Students were beginning to mill back into the school building, and she didn't want to get swept up in the crowd. She cleaned up her mess and left the bench behind, walking calmly into the building and up to the art room. Her mind was already thinking about how to continue working on her art piece. Once inside the class, she could see some art students who stayed and some new ones coming in for their fifth period. She walked over to the propped up canvas she had been working on, sighing in relief that one of the younger students hadn't messed with it in her absence.
Rosa also noticed one of the female students nearby in what appeared to be her pounding her clay pot back into a ball. "Challenging, right?" she said, chuckling.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 13:17:14 GMT -5
"That's a good idea," Simon encouraged, blue eyes wide as they spoke, noting how he was keeping his hands carefully to himself. Simon didn't breech the sacred personal space bubble, although he forced himself not to. Instead he padded along, humming happily to himself as they walked to class. All of a sudden a familiar, blonde figure dashed past him and he froze, watching as the cheerleader bobbed through the crowd. He felt his blood turn to ice, and he looked like he saw a ghost. No. There was no way that she was here- then his mind flashed back to last semester, remembering she had switched schools. She wasn't a cheerleader back then, but clearly was one now. He felt his mouth dry as he continued his pace with Chicago, suddenly quiet now that he knew she was here- the one who told all the world what he was, and who continued to encourage the taunting until she saw it go too far. He most definitely wanted to stay away from her, now that he knew she was there. Who knew what she'd do now that they had a fresh start?
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 13:17:28 GMT -5
"Yea, those things are a pain," Rosa said. She remembered trying out clay in her junior year, just to see if she could make something. But three dimensional art wasn't quite her thing. "And you only get a few tries before the clay hardens itself up. It's annoying." Actually, it's maddening. she thought to herself.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 14:22:56 GMT -5
Simons entire body seemed to jump at the soft question, mind snapping out of its worried haze. He forced his shoulders back- they had gone into a slumped, protective position, and tried to paint a light-hearted grin on his face that came across clearly as forced. He felt like he needed to get out of this school- run far, far away from it, but he forced himself to stay where he was, right next to Gabriel. "Y-yeah. J-ust saw someone f-from my old school," he finally responded, glancing away, looking embarasssd at the stammer. It kind of made it clear how scared he was of that girl, and he hated showing people he was rattled. Folks used that against him one too many times.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -5
Rosa had been working on her painting when she noticed Evan's piece was done. She turned around from her work to congratulate her. "I think it'll turn out well", she said. Rosa felt that it was good to encourage other artists, especially since advanced art could become extremely nerve-wracking. She smirked to herself, remembering all too well the days her hair would fall out from stress because she couldn't correct an intaglio print.
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