@SaltyLasagna
(ack gtg)
(ack gtg)
(aaa see ya)
(idk how to throw Roman in lol)
Lucy’s day had gone terrible so far. She had first woken up late, giving her barely enough time to get herself ready before rushing off to her early morning class. Then, when she got to her class, she found that the teacher was absent yet another day. And now, as she was walking through the halls, she realized that she had not put her ID into bag.
(maybe Erikos and Roman are friends and Roman is looking for Erikos?)
(oooo ok. gtg tho ugh)
(aaa ok)
(shit we all started in different places)
(well if someone could wake Erikos up that would probably help lol)
(I could meet Terrence to his next class and wake him up)
(that would probably work)
Terrence slammed his book shut in frustration and shoved it in his bag. He got up for his next class, walking into a small room that was slightly crowded with students. He was about to sit in his usual spot, but some guy was passed out in it. He sighed and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey you, wake up."
(Hey, can I join this?)
Eriko jolted awake, arms flailing as he fell backwards out of his chair. He crashed to the floor in a graceless pile, his headphones smacking him in the face on the way down. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing at the back of his head as he looked up at the boy above him. "Oh, uh. Sorry man," he chuckled
(Hey, can I join this?)
(Yeah, go ahead)
Terrence laughed lightly. "It's no big deal," he said, offering a hand to help him up.
Erikos took his hand, pulling himself up as he adjusted his headphones. "Well, that was fun," he said, glancing over at the front of the classroom. "Ah, shit, slept in again. Well, looks like I'll be off," he said, grabbing his backpack off the back of the chair
"Yeah, you should probably hurry. There have been a bunch of substitutes lately and they're hella strict with attendance."
(Yay thx)
Name: June Delaney
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Shy quiet, and very awkward, but once you get to know her she won't shut up, but she will constantly bug you to confirm you don't hate her
Looks: Short blonde hair, really short, golden brown eyes with thick rimmed glasses, usually wears leggings and tshirts with flannel
Major: Art education
Other (optional): Is working on publishing her first novel, 'The Dreamboat Boat'
(awesome, just throw your character in whenever lol)
"Well, good thing my real classes don't start till tonight," Erikos said, flashing Terrence a grin. It was more obvious now that his eyes were a little red, and he gave Terrence fingerguns before beginning to walk towards the door
(wait why are his eyes red is he Satan what the hell did I miss??)
(no he's high lmao)
(ooohhhh okay)
Terrence blinked, confused about the guy's odd behavior before seeing his eyes. He chuckled a bit, watching him make his way to the door before sitting down.
Eriko made his way to the door, running into it before actually opening it. He laughed a little to himself, beginning to hum some upbeat tune while he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He had nothing to do for a few hours, and he was already resolving to going back to his dorm and sleeping
(Can June be in Terrence's class?)
(Can June be in Terrence's class?)
(Yeah of course)
(thanks)
June entered the classroom, and sighed with relief when she saw it was empty. She slung her bag over her usual seat and collapsed into the chair, propping her feet on the desk. "I fucking hate college.." she muttered, and froze when she noticed a dude sitting in the corner of the classroom. She turned beet red, and hurriedly took her feet off the desk. "S-sorry," she stammered.
Erikos suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway, patting his pockets as he frowned. "Well shove a toaster up my ass," he muttered, realizing his phone was gone. He turned on his heel, jogging back into the classroom and making his way back towards his chair. "Hey, pretty boy, you see a phone lying around here? 'Bout yay big, white and blue, cracked screen?" he asked Terrence
Tyfer wandered down the sidewalk towards the library. It was hot out today. Sweltering blasts of not-quite-autumn breeze slapped him in the face as he hefted his backpack higher up his shoulders. All of his classes for the day had been cancelled due to numerous professors not showing up today. It was unusual, but he didn't have time to worry about it. He needed to study. He pushed the library door open, relieved as the air-conditioned air blew in his face.
"It's all good," Terrence said, politely smiling as he took his books out for class, but got interrupted when the guy from earlier enter d the room. He mentally laughed at the "pretty boy" comment. "No, I don't see it here," he said, checking under the desk. "What was your last class?"
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