[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LmViOTc1Yy5RWFZ5YjNKaElGRjFhV3hzLjAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA/precious.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/wDzvoDy.png[/img] [sub]Interacting With Her Council : [color=pink]Reia[/color], [color=darkorchid]Grant[/color], [color=yellow]Yuna[/color], Nate, and [color=orange]Vivi[/color][/sub] [color=lightsalmon]________________________________________________ [color=#FFA07A]✧[/color] [color=#F79B76]✧[/color] [color=#EF9672]✧[/color] [color=#E7916E]✧[/color] [color=#DF8C6A]✧[/color] _______________________________________________ [/color][/center] The halls were starting to get a low buzz, signaling the arrival of the various students of the Academy. Unfortunately for five of them, six had already been gathered in the Presentation Room. The white board was filled with various notes, at the right side completing the sentences was a tall, lanky brown haired kid named Nate with marker in hand. His writing was neat and articulate, his ability to keep up with the conversation quite impressive, even if the current conversation was little more than whining. Across from him sat the other student council members, with the exception of the tall redhead pacing in front of the classroom. President Aurora Quill was deep in her ramble, going on and on about several topics surrounding Homecoming. As President she took it upon her hands to make sure all school events would run without a hitch. She took her responsibilities seriously, even if she felt like she was the only one in her council that cared. This would be her first year as president, but not her first year running things. Helena Alvarez was in the position more for the perks than actually running the council, so everything fell onto Aurora. Now that the reigns were in her hands, things were slightly easier. She no longer needed Helena's permissions, and was able to do everything as she pleased. Once Aurora came to a halt, she was surprised with a round of applause. Blinking a few times, she waited for the clapping to stop before realizing it had been a joke. Pouting, she crossed her arms as they roared with laughter, though she definitely took notice of the stopwatch in Vivi's hand. Had she been timing her? Once the laughter died down, Aurora raised her eyebrows at Vivi. Vivi Salvador, the Sergeant of Arms, is part of a program the school instituted for the more 'troubled' students. The idea is to reform the students through community projects, though normally they are just assigned to clubs. Vivi's tendencies to easily worm her way out of situations caught Aurora's attention, and she persuaded the dean to entrust her to the council. Aloof and generally uncaring of anything, Vivi prefers to solve issues by throwing a punch first and asking questions later. She tolerates the council--a feat in itself--and does the work asked of her without too much of a fuss. Considering she is little more than a glorified bodyguard, she won't say no so long as she doesn't have to go to any other stupid club. Still, she was open about her boredom, such as now, so she was a bit of a wild card. "[color=orange]You said you'd keep this 'pre-meeting' short,[/color]" She said, waving the stopwatch around. "[color=orange]It's been a little over an hour. Fifteen more minutes and this would've qualified as an actual meeting.[/color]" "[color=yellow]Does that mean that we don't have to have our meeting after school?[/color]" Yuna perked up at Vivi's words. Yuna Mikurio, Public Relations Director, is an adorable freshman who has taken the school by storm. Fearless and friendly, her popularity has skyrocketed due to appearing in a local advertisement for a soft drink. Always cheerful and essentially a walking ball of sunshine, Yuna is always mindful of everyone and knows how to talk to anyone--jocks, outcasts, band members, you name it. While her optimistic views may rub people the wrong way, her spirit is unbreakable, her smile never faltering. Grant scoffed. "[color=darkorchid]You're forgetting the lunch meeting,[/color]" He reminded them. Grant Roselia, Treasurer, has held his position for years. No one's really sure why, considering he shows as much care for the position as Vivi, but he's been uncontested for a reason. Whatever magic he did to give him a gift with numbers is unknown, having been taking math classes way beyond his level since the age of ten. He was more interested in the perks of having the ability to be late to class and never having to explain himself. Nate shrugged, capping the marker. Reia slowly nodded, looking at Aurora. "[color=pink]I don't think I would have made it anyway, I'm sure Ella wants the cheerleaders to get together,[/color]" Reia stated. Nate Spruce is a very shy, unassuming young man. His gaze is always in another direction, hardly wanting to converse with anyone he doesn't know. His withdrawn nature leaves much to be desired, but he single handedly keeps all activities and logs organized. While he is mute, he communicates with a notebook to his council, although they know him well enough that he doesn't have to write out every word, often a phrase or two sums it up well for him. If an explanation is due, he will often sign to Vivi or Yuna who will translate for him. Smiley and frown faces usually do the trick, though. Reia, Vice President and Aurora's number two, on the other hand, is a vivacious, charming girl who usually has some poor schmuck wrapped around her finger. She acts more like Aurora's assistant since Aurora herself took charge of everything. A great number two, even if her mind was always on getting her next catch. She's pretty connected to a majority of people, always knowing who is who, though of course it means that she has also clashed with the louder voices. Her modeling contract would sometimes whisk her away from the school, but she would make up for time lost. Aurora was stunned by their words. "[color=lightsalmon]Wh-what--you guys![/color]" She whined, stomping her foot and losing all sense of her previous composure. "[color=lightsalmon]You promised you'd take this seriously![/color]" "[color=darkorchid]We follow our promises the same way you promise to 'keep it short',[/color]" Grant replied with a rather cheeky grin. Her cheeks flared red in embarrassment, but the message had come across crystal clear. Letting out a huff, she grabbed her bag from her desk. "[color=lightsalmon]You're all dismissed.[/color]" She grumbled, clearly annoyed. "[color=orange]Aw, don't get mad! It's not fun when you get mad![/color]" Vivi called out as Aurora stomped out of the classroom. [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmY2YWNjZC5VbVZwWVNCU2IzTmxiR2xoSUZOaGJuUnZjdywsLjEA/alyfe.demo.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/POF1Ali.png[/img] [color=pink]________________________________________________ [color=#FFC0CB]❀[/color] [color=#E6ADB7]❀[/color] [color=#CD9AA3]❀[/color] [color=#B4878F]❀[/color] [color=#9B757B]❀[/color] ________________________________________________ [/color][/center] Reia watched Aurora leave, though she threw a look at Vivi. "[color=pink]Keep it classy, Salvador,[/color]" She said, shaking her head as she took her own bag and slung it around her arm. "[color=orange]You laughed, too,[/color]" Vivi reminded her. True. Still, it wouldn't do to have Aurora in a sour mood on the first day, so Reia took it upon herself to mediate things. Running out of the room, she saw that Aurora wasn't too far ahead, and quickly caught up. Nudging the redhead, Reia gave her an innocent look as Aurora would glare at her. Aurora may have been a little too straight-arrowed, but she was a good girl. "[color=pink]They're just messing with you,[/color]" Reia reminded her. "[color=pink]You're just too rigid, too easy to poke fun at.[/color]" Aurora rolled her eyes. "[color=lightsalmon]I can't help it, I take this seriously,[/color]" She mumbled, stopping by her locker. As she spun her combo and opened it, she threw her bag inside and slammed the door shut. Reia watched her take a breath, waiting for her to vent. "[color=lightsalmon]You [i]know[/i] how important this is to me.[/color]" "[color=pink]Which is why, as your number two, I promise to back you up more,[/color]" Reia promised, holding her hand in front of her heart. "[color=pink]Less jokes, more work.[/color]" "[color=lightsalmon]How about 'no jokes'?[/color]" Linking her arm with Aurora's, she let out a light giggle, patting her elbow comfortingly. "[color=pink]As long as Vivi is around, that is never going to happen,[/color]" Reia informed her. Walking through the halls together, the students began pouring in. The pair greeted whoever gave them the greeting first, though seeing how popular Aurora was, it was a lot. Truthfully, despite her rigidness, Aurora's reign as President brought good things to the school. having been Vice President for about three years, she showed that she took the job seriously, making sure the dances were extravagant, listening to the students' needs. It was hard believe the two had been running for the same position, less so when Aurora asked her to be her Vice President, but hey, weird shit happens all the time, right? As the girls walked towards the entrance, the ever-sparkling Tri-Hart graced the school with their posh entrance, determined to show what they had and others didn't. Reia watched them with curiosity and mild amusement, looking back at Aurora. "[color=pink]Aren't they adorable?[/color]" She asked her. Aurora had also taken notice, but she didn't seem as enthusiastic. Her eyes were wary, watching with some concern. "[color=lightsalmon]As long as they don't cause any trouble...[/color]" She muttered. "[color=lightsalmon]I've never understood why they feel the need for so much...showmanship.[/color]" There was no hiding the glee on Reia's face when Aurora spoke. The redhead was not usually one to indulge in popularity contests, but it absolutely tickled her pink to know Aurora shared her view on Savanna the Witch and her minions. "[color=pink]To make up for a lack of confidence, why else?[/color]" Reia educated Aurora. "[color=pink]Poor girls need it. Why else would they scream from the rooftop how much they matter? Everyone knows if you have to [i]say[/i] you matter, you don't matter.[/color]" Aurora looked at Reia, though she made no further comment. Whether she agreed or not was in the air, but Reia was content either way. [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjU1ZTc2YS5WMkZrWlNCQmMyaG1iM0prLjAA/freehand-script.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/lHZANAt.png[/img] [color=springgreen]________________________________________________ [color=#00FF7F]♣[/color] [color=#00E06F]♧[/color] [color=#00C160]♣[/color] [color=#00A250]♧[/color] [color=#008441]♣[/color] ________________________________________________ [/color][/center] The sun in the sky, the wind in his hair, his uniform probably not in the best shape. Not that he cared, especially as his hair whipped around him freely. Pulling up to the school in his motorcycle, he cruised around the many cars trying to park, looking for his own space. Blue eyes focused, they widened as he saw a space, immediately gunning for it. He probably went over the speed limit, narrowly avoiding hitting other cars and people. He came to a halt, nearly slipping off his seat. Ignoring the many honks and shouts surely aimed at him, Wade made sure his kickstand was up before leaning his bike against it. Once he was sure that it wouldn't tumble, he turned towards the school. Another day, another year here, huh? As he ran his hands through his hair, he heard a pair of giggles. Watching as a trio of girls stared at him as they walked by, he dropped his hand immediately. Shoot, did he look that bad? [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjYwLmFiNTJkYS5SM0poYm5RZ1VtOXpaV3hwWVEsLC4wAAAA/stingray.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/2rbX1Bo.png[/img] [color=darkorchid]________________________________________________ [color=#9932CC]♫[/color] [color=#852BB2]♪[/color] [color=#712598]♫[/color] [color=#5E1E7E]♪[/color] [color=#4A1864]♫[/color] ________________________________________________ [/color][/center] Meanwhile, Grant and Vivi had gone their own way, the two sauntering to their usual hangout with their fellow students. In an isolated cube, away from prying eyes and making sure their dirty little secret was safe, Grant was all too glad at hearing Vivi's lighter make its attempts to light up the little white thing between her fingers. At her offer, Grant shook his head, reaching into his own inner pocket and pulling out a cigarette. Borrowing her lighter, he watched the little flame make an attempt to burn his cigarette. Taking a drag, he let the smoke escape on its own, though he paid no mind to it. Instead he turned his attention to the girl next to him, who was more interested in trying to get as high as possible before classes started. Catching his gaze, she exhaled her smoke in his direction. "[color=orange]What?[/color]" She asked him. "[color=darkorchid]Your hair looks dumb,[/color]" He commented, motioning towards her bleached hair. "[color=darkorchid]Why only do part of it and not all of it?[/color]" "[color=orange]Fuck you, it's a process,[/color]" She told him, flipping her hair over her shoulders. "[color=orange]It's going to be blue.[/color]" "[color=darkorchid]So why not go straight to blue?[/color]" "[color=orange]That's not how it works.[/color]" "[color=darkorchid]That's dumb.[/color]" "[color=orange]It is.[/color]"