[center][h1][color=9966CC]Nathaniel Zane Alderson[/color][/h1][img]http://www.wilsoninfo.com/lines/calligraphic-horizontal-line-1b.png[/img] [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=206121047]Outfit[/url] Location: Bleachers Interactions: None [img]http://www.wilsoninfo.com/lines/calligraphic-horizontal-line-1b.png[/img][/center] Nathan stared at his alarm clock as it buzzed early in the morning, internally crying as he let out a sigh and threw off his blankets, revealing . He wasn't so much worried about school itself, but rather what today was... Some sort of carnival. He wasn't really sure as he didn't bother to get the details, only that he knew he wouldn't need his backpack today. That was a relief, he didn't really like lugging the thing around all day, especially for what was essentially a day of celebration for some. He had given himself plenty of time to get ready, even if it all wasn't needed. What more worried him was that he didn't know anyone in the small town, and felt that he'd be outcasted immediately because of this. Though, he had been mentally preparing for such an occasion... After all, if he could get it in his mind that no one would pay attention to him anyway, maybe the day would be better. And as he began to do his regular routine of getting ready, throwing on a dark purple Under Armour hoodie with gray sweatpants to match, he glanced outside at the driveway to make sure that his father had already left for work, relieved when his father's car was gone. He was never awake to see his father leave, but it was reassuring to Nathan that he'd be gone before Nate went to school. He shuffled down the stairs, hastily entering the kitchen to grab breakfast. They hadn't bough groceries in awhile, and as tempted as he was to write a list for such an occasion, he knew better than to try to state his mind here... Maybe he'd find solace in school today. At the very least there had to be some handsome people around... And now he just felt creepy. Eating a bowl of cereal in silence, he stared at the clock, waiting for when he had scheduled to leave. It came agonizingly slow, and at this point he wasn't sure if he wanted the day to go by fast or not... So when the time came and he managed to arrive in the freshmen section, he found a seat further away from a majority of the other freshmen, along the edge of the section; the perfect place to sit and wait to be released. He plugged earbuds into his phone, letting the cord go through the inside of his hoodie to conceal it as he hastily put his hood up. He didn't want to be recognized, or rather, he didn't really want to start a conversation up with anyone. It's always been like that... Why stop now? Instead, he could gaze at the unsuspecting people around him, listening to music with a calming peace around him. He didn't really pay attention to what the principle said, although it did strike him odd that they'd be getting their schedules on the first day of school and not today. After all... how would they know where to report to... Questions for later, he supposed. [center][img]http://www.wilsoninfo.com/lines/calligraphic-horizontal-line-1c.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PAEWBj-mBjo/V7n7C84diJI/AAAAAAAACWo/Xiw9PTGWfeQJn7s68p3z44S5F3MZqdgGgCL0B/w520-h66-no/Blake%2BQuartz%2BRooke.png[/img][/center] [hr] [center][img]http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/dumbledoresarmyroleplay/images/2/25/Zach_Callison_6.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20151227181502[/img][/center][center][url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=206331095]His Outfit[/url] Location: Rooke House -> Bleachers Interactions: None [/center][hr] It was going to an awesome day, Blake was sure of that. When his alarm went off at 5:30, he was greeted by the sight of his Aunt Sharla, holding a fresh cup of french vanilla coffee with 5 sugar cubes and cream, just the way he liked it. She was smiling down at him, as if she were staring down at her own child... Though Blake didn't notice that. His mind was wandering towards high school, a tinge of excitement hitting him when the thought about everyone there. Even though he hadn't taken the time to get to know everyone in this town, he felt school would be the perfect way to interact with them. After all, this year felt different to him... And that excited him even more. [color=#f7cac9]"You're so sweet Aunt Sharla,"[/color] He began to say, hugging her lightly as he took the coffee from her hands, [color=#f7cac9]"This is the perfect start..."[/color] "Well, that's a relief to hear sweetie... I've already ironed your clothes and put them out for you, so while you go shower and get ready for today's carnival, I'll be cooking you breakfast!" She told him, walking off towards the stairs as he proceeded towards the bathroom. Around 30 minutes later, Blake emerged from his fancy cave, feeling stylish from his appearance and refreshed from the coffee. When he entered the kitchen, he was glad to see that his Aunt was just finishing the meal; freshly made french toast with just the right amount of powdered sugar, almost as if it were a snowy peak or mountain range, 2 pieces of bacon, crisped to perfection, and lastly country potatoes, seasoned and fried. It was like he had went to food heaven... [color=#f7cac9]"Sharla, you didn't have to make this! I could have easily eaten some cereal...we have cereal right?"[/color] He said, a warm smile across his face as he stared at the food. "I won't allow my darling gem to eat such common food on his first day! Enjoy something slightly better for once, along with how much more nourishing it is than boring cereal!" Deciding not to argue with that sound logic, Blake gladly dug in... "Oh, and before I forget Blake, you're allowance is on the table by the door. Since they knew the festival was today, they made sure to give you plenty of $20s instead of just a flat 100." His Aunt said, to which he simply nodded and continued to eat... Now, sitting in the middle section of the freshmen bleachers, he listened intently at his principal. He was sure the carnival would be a fun time... And maybe he could find someone he knew too. However, he was simply waiting to be released so that he could find someone to speak with.