[COLOR=darkred][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]T a v i a  W o n g[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Social Conscience | [i]Mather Memorial High School[/i][/sup][/INDENT]
[i]Honestly, s'up with this place? Thought the main was supposed to be nice,[/i] Tavia complained to herself as she put her stuff away. First it was cold around that Evander kid's area and then the room gets steamy the moment that guy opened the door. Even the old art building wasn't half so bad. Someone really needed to fix the temperature regulation up there.

She leaned casually against her desk, glancing surreptitiously at the clock every so often. Judging from all her stuff cleared away and the bag thrown over her shoulder, it'd be clear to anyone she was ready to leave. It was also clear, though, that Jozza thought they'd all still be sitting around and telling each other their stories, even when the clock was ticking away indifferently. Also, Jozza? Man, she had to stop with those nicknames. As people shuffled around, she pulled her phone out and went about answering her notifications. A great example of an apathetic American high schooler, if she said so herself.

When she looked up again, Elroy was in the room. [i]Huh.[/i] She put her phone back in her bag. Kid was always pretty keen on answering her questions, though too bad for him about the whole... arm and fam situation. Yeah, she wouldn't be calling it that around other people any time soon. He was prolly here because of, and she paused and smiled gleefully to herself when he announced it, the first week's dance.

It wasn't like she ever won those things, popularity contest tripe and all that, but themed parties always excited her. Though, since she was friends with all these "your vote matters" people, she'd throw in her lot with, well. Whoever told her to do it first, to be honest. But anyway, the themed events were when she could unabashedly focus on her costumes and no one would say shit about school work or dance practice, least no one she'd bother listening to anyways. Whole days of nothing but fabric and sewing!

Though, a loon dance, that left her so many options. As she went through all the possibilities in her head, the bell rang and she leisurely made her way out of the room, tossing a farewell behind her to whoever. Manners and all that. But should she go for European avante garde or Asian avante garde? Or mayhaps... she'd combine the two. Yes, that'd definitely do it. She resolved to finish some wonky looking thing for the dance as she entered the girl's bathroom.

As Tavia climbed through the bathroom mirror, the distinct lack of any strange temperatures in the rest of her building passed through her mind but she chalked it up to just that one room being a pain. She had more pressing matters to concern herself with.