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May 29, 2015 16:57:12 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 29, 2015 16:57:12 GMT
(Sure)
Lauren yawned, dabbing a little more concealer under her eyes. She wasn't good at sleeping in new places, and had acquired dark shadows sitting above her cheekbones as a result. She twisted the cap back onto the tube and placed it neatly inside her make up bag before retrieving her powder and applying that. The process was meticulous; she was a routine girl, after all.
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May 30, 2015 1:12:09 GMT
Post by Riptide on May 30, 2015 1:12:09 GMT
(Sorry, but I'm confused  so it's morning now, right?) |
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May 30, 2015 2:05:11 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 30, 2015 2:05:11 GMT
(Oops, sorry. Yes, it is ^^)
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May 30, 2015 2:14:33 GMT
Post by Riptide on May 30, 2015 2:14:33 GMT
(Awesome  ) Fernando exited his room, dressed in his school uniform (idk is it uniforms?) and made his way downstairs. There were slight bags under his eyes, indicating a rough night of sleep, and an expression that read, "Mess with me and I'll bite your head off." Arriving to the kitchen, he took a shot glass and filled it with 100% pure, no pulp orange juice. It's so strong, but I gotta wake up. |
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May 30, 2015 2:26:51 GMT
Post by {Echo} on May 30, 2015 2:26:51 GMT
Victoire was sitting at the dining room table, shuffling through one of the bags she had brought. Once laid out on the table, the contents proved to be over 20 boxes of different varieties of tea. This'll last me at least until Winter! Working at the tea store has major perks. Now, where is the lemon hibiscus?
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May 30, 2015 2:30:54 GMT
Post by Riptide on May 30, 2015 2:30:54 GMT
Fernando watched Victoire sort through her tea. "You a tea fan? I never liked it that much, if I'm being honest."
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Post by Dawnfrost on May 30, 2015 2:36:19 GMT
Maya hobbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Her uniform was still crumpled and her hair, which she had tied into a bun, was sticking out in random places. She had always had trouble sleeping; that wasn't new. She mumbled a greeting and poured herself a large mug of coffee.
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May 30, 2015 2:42:47 GMT
Post by {Echo} on May 30, 2015 2:42:47 GMT
"Tea is actually physically a part of my soul at this point. It's like coffee but with aesthetic." She turned over a few more boxes, apparently looking for the one with the most caffeine. "If you guys ever want some, there's enough to last the whole team until January."
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May 30, 2015 2:48:04 GMT
Post by Silaluk on May 30, 2015 2:48:04 GMT
Philip wanders down a few minutes later, still sleepy-eyed and stumbling. He raises a drowsy hand in greeting to the others once he reaches the kitchen. Numbly, he makes himself some toast, but when he sits down at the table to eat, he just stares off into the middle distance. Man, he loved jet lag. Not getting to sleep until two in the morning? Lovely. Feeling dead the next morning because of it? Divine. The next thing Philip knows, he's jerking his head up from the table, sticky marmalade on his forehead and in his hair.
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May 30, 2015 2:51:30 GMT
Post by Riptide on May 30, 2015 2:51:30 GMT
Fernando shrugged. "Thanks, we'll see. You know, I love the diversity of the team. Orange juice, tea, and coffee. And app marmalade too!" Chuckling at his joke, he lifted himself and sat on the counter. "So, you guys ready for school?"
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May 30, 2015 3:32:42 GMT
Post by {Echo} on May 30, 2015 3:32:42 GMT
"As I'll ever be," Victoria responded, downing a sip of ginger tea. "I wonder what the other kids there are like?"
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Post by Copper on May 30, 2015 3:53:42 GMT
From the room area, there was a loud crash and something that sounded like a shatter. Jack's voice drifted through the door, a pained groan. "Ow... please help me."
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Post by Dawnfrost on May 30, 2015 4:00:02 GMT
Maya winced at the sound of the crash, quickly getting up again and spilling coffee as she stumbled over to the sound of his voice. "Oh my god, are you okay?"
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May 30, 2015 4:00:34 GMT
Post by Silaluk on May 30, 2015 4:00:34 GMT
The commotion takes a moment to register in Philip's brain, but once it does, he feels more awake. Standing, he seeks the source of the crash until he pokes his head into the room Jack's voice had come from. He doesn't even notice the marmalade still on his face.
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Post by Copper on May 30, 2015 4:03:40 GMT
Jack was on the ground, fallen and twisted into an uncomfortable position. Because he was wearing his pajamas, which consisted of a short-sleeved tank and shorts, the stumps of his missing limbs-- and the heavy, twisting burn scars that surrounded them-- could easily be seen. A lamp, nearby, had been toppled off of the nightstand and shattered to pieces near the hacker.
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May 30, 2015 4:06:31 GMT
Post by {Echo} on May 30, 2015 4:06:31 GMT
Victoire abandoned her precious tea and followed them down the hall, still navigating the large base. For now, she had decided to use the views out the windows as points of reference. "What happened?" She asked, once inside the room. "I'll go get the broom. Wouldn't want you to cut yourself on the glass."
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Post by Silaluk on May 30, 2015 4:07:29 GMT
Philip lets out a heavy breath and crouches beside Jack to help him up, careful to avoid the broken pieces of the lightbulb on the floor. His eyes seem to ask a gentle question: You alright? Briefly, they skim over the scarred tissue, but return to Jack's face once more, asking the question again.
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Post by Dawnfrost on May 30, 2015 4:09:34 GMT
Maya crouched down next to him with Phillip, her bare foot stepping on a piece of the broken lamp and leaving few spots of blood on the ground next to her. "How did you..."
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Post by Riptide on May 30, 2015 5:06:50 GMT
Fernando walked over to Jack's cane, which lay on the ground around shattered glass. His sneakers crushed glass under him as he walked, a sound he thought was especially pleasing. He picked up the cane and held it like a sword. "Dude, quite the fall. Anything broken? Besides the lamp, I mean."
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Post by Copper on May 30, 2015 13:59:27 GMT
"'m not used to this new room," Jack mumbled, embarrassed. "Even though I practiced getting up and lying down all morning yesterday. And nothing else is broken, I don't think. Just the lamp-- oh, no." His gaze flitted towards his only prosthetic attachment, the awkward-looking one for his foot, had fallen as well-- it now carried scratches from the shattered glass and a large dent on the side. "Oh my god."
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so it's morning now, right?)
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