[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/VenBPHL.png?2[/img][/center] [center][color=a35d6a]Ｉｄｅｔｔｅ　Ｇｅｎｅｖｉｅｖｅ　Ｂｌａｎｃ[/color] [/center] [right][sub][color=gray]i n t e r a c t i o n s. none at the moment l o c a t i o n. Cottage ► Front gate[/color][/sub] [/right] [hr][hr] [right][sub][color=gray]—————————————— 6:05 AM - Wisteria Cottage ——————————————[/color][/sub][/right] [color=gray]In all honesty, she shouldn’t have been up this early. Idette shifted awkwardly on the red couch displayed in the middle of the living room. She had spent the last two hours sitting and keeping her attention at the front door. Remarkably—she herself didn’t know how she did it—Idette didn’t feel as tired as she should’ve been considering she had gotten very little sleep. She liked to believe it was because the coffee was finally doing its job, but her body would say otherwise with the exhaustion creeping up with every lurch of her joints. As much as she loved making everything harder for herself (she, gladly, would’ve loved to take this whole week as a break), Idette still regrets the side of her that just can’t say no to anything. [i]Sure[/i] she was always used to the same ol’ routine of constantly being told what to do, but it doesn’t change the fact that she sometimes would just like to, maybe just for one day, be alone and box. Still, it was her fault in the end for easily accepting the task. The girl on a daily basis would have a never-ending [i]No, Sorry[/i] or [i]No thank you, sorry[/i] playing like a broken record in her head as ammunition to use if someone were to ask her for something. Her body, however, would betray every bit of her mind and disregard her mental practice by just answering [i]yes, of course I can[/i]. A prime example would be a few days back. Idette had just arrived at her cottage from the gym, sweating from head to toe, with her sports bag and drink almost falling off of her hands from how worn out she was. She knew it wasn’t right to overwork herself and she knew that her practices were harsh and she knew that working out and doing boxing to the point she can't feel her arms wouldn’t rid her of her cynicism—Idette knew all that, yet she still repeated the cycle. Upon opening the door, Idette was hit with a couple of keys thrown in her direction. She dropped all of her belongings in a surprised manner (but didn’t have the energy to present it well) and looked up from the direction it was thrown into. The cottage leader eyed down at Idette while he sipped from his white, “I’m the best mom!” mug. As intimidating as Nathaniel might’ve looked, his attitude and personality was of an awkward person trying to make sure he didn’t look intimidating—that’s where the mug comes into play, he swears it’s the funniest thing. Idette just stared at him before reaching down and picking her belongings, along with the scattered keys. She felt like she had an idea of where this was going. [color=Plum]“Listen, Blanc.”[/color] He placed the mug at the kitchen counter. [color=Plum]“You’re in charge of the new kids coming in.”[/color] She had an itching that he was going to push this on to her. She didn’t want to do it. She really, [i]really[/i], didn’t want to do it. But her legs were wobbly, her feet ached, and her vision was bleary and strained, so if she wanted to get out of this situation quickly she would have to just agree to it. And she did just that. With a quick nod and a stumble to her steps, Idette stuffed the keys into her bag and vanished into her room.[/color] [right][sub][color=gray]—————————————— 6:45 AM - Walking to front gate ——————————————[/color][/sub][/right] [color=gray]Idette rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She didn’t know if her cottage-mates were awake or not, she never really tried her best to keep a concrete conversation with any of them. It wasn’t as if Idette didn’t like them, but she often felt her friendships or interactions often felt forced because she felt obligated to like them or talk to them. But it wasn’t something Idette wanted to psychoanalyze herself for, especially not so early in the morning. So, the young girl with messy blonde locks, a bandage to her right cheek, her ace band on her right hand, and her school uniform that she wore to seem “professional” (which consisted of the usual white polo shirt of an owl imprint along her cottage emblem and black shorts with Weiss Gillian’s signature at the hem) stood up and quietly left the cottage. She—what the dorm leader was supposed to do—was to meet the incoming students that will be residing at Wisteria once they are to be dropped off from the Wellington Coach. She walked her way down the hill, passing some students and the wonderful flowers, while finally arriving at the spot where she was told to pick up the students. [/color] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mg3lLyt.png?1[/img][/center] [center][color=b0cac7]Ｏｃｅａｎｕｓ　Ａｒｇｕｓ　Ｏｄａｌｙｓ[/color][/center] [right][sub][color=gray]i n t e r a c t i o n s. Elaina the cottage leader l o c a t i o n. Pick-up spot ► Front gate ► Begonia Cottage[/color][/sub] [/right] [hr][hr] [right][sub][color=gray]—————————————— 6:30 AM - Pick-up spot ——————————————[/color][/sub][/right] [color=gray]Ocean sat crisscrossed at the sidewalk with his blue luggages by his side. He was dropped off at a secluded area with a sign that read, [b]“Wellington students are to be dropped here. [i]Do not[/i] drive them past this point, you will be turned down and the student will not be allowed to attend the academy.”[/b] He recalled himself idly standing there and narrowing his eyes at the disclaimer etched on the wooden sign. It was out of the blue, and maybe a tad bit weird since he was wondering what was so secretive that they didn’t allow people aside from the driver to send the students to Wellington. Either way he didn’t care to question it that much. He was seen wearing a baggy—that was three times his size—pastel blue sweater over a white dress shirt and black shorts. Oceanus had his hair up in a messy ponytail where strands of black hair were already spilling out, as well as blue and white striped socks that were followed up with buckled black loafers. He wasn’t dressing for the weather and he knew that. It was cold. Oceanus wasn’t new to that. However, as cold as it was, it never stopped him from wanting to wear outfits that wouldn’t restrict him so. In the beginning, Ocean had wanted to just go without a sweater that was larger than the earth , but his father had insisted, saying Oceanus would arrive at school sick and who would want to be sick in the first week of school? (and Ocean responded with a slick, [i]“It’s just move-in week. I dont have classes yet…”[/i]) Thus he settled with a baggy sweater and shorts. As he was about to bury his whole entire face into his rosy knees, he noticed two pairs of clean, fresh, and obviously rich looking shoes in his peripheral view. He slowly looked up. A tall, pale and skinny man stood as straight as a pole while extending his white gloved hand towards Ocean. The man wore what Ocean would assume to be the most expensive suit known to man; It was dressed with gold emblems that glittered in the bright light, a midnight blue of a suit with a thin green windowpane pattern traced alongside the hems of the pants. He noted the unique design of the suit and quickly assumed that the garment was a bespoke. Whether the man in front of Ocean was young or old, it was not noticeable. In fact, Ocean was in awe of the man's features—bright brown eyes, white slick long hair thrown in a ponytail. He was the definition of Wellington academy. Ocean took his hand and was guided towards the long, black coach car. Following the driver felt like Ocean had been walking on clouds. His steps were light as if he was floating along the universe, hovering over every spinning star that sprinkled light in the night sky. Needless to say, Oceanus was aloof during the five seconds of travel to the car; because before he knew it the boy was already seated in the back seat and the drive had already begun. He stared longingly at the driver's mirror, mostly in shock at someone who made Ocean feel like he was in a dreamlike state. The boy never wanted to start conversations, ever, it was rarely a choice, but something about the alluring atmosphere and the comfort of the drivers aura, had Oceanus almost spilling his entire life story. The driver was enigmatic, unpredictable, he was of a riddle. Oceanus never dealt with people like that. He was often used to how loud people were, how invasive others were of the so-called ‘privacy bubble,’ or how rude and uncharismatic. Others could call this judgmental of Ocean, or maybe a- so you think you’re better than them? And Ocean wouldn’t deny it. He always believed maybe it was his upbringing. He remembered visiting a friend of his mother, who had a child his age at the time. They lived in an apartment, and while Ocean would’ve thought all of his parents' friends fell under the same category as them, this was a surprise to him. That and he’s never seen an apartment before. Upon seeing the room of the kid, Ocean blurted out that it was hardly the size of his bathroom. He made sure to continue on his remarks during the whole time. It didn’t gain him the friendship he had least wanted seeing as Ocean didn’t mind the child. Realizing he had been staring at the driver while daydreaming, Ocean quickly hid his gaze. He turned his attention on the window and noticed that as bumpy as the road had been, it did not feel so inside the car. In fact, he felt like he was laying in a bed. As simple as that. He didn’t know what type of pixie dust the driver sprinkled on him, and maybe he was enjoying it, it did also scare him at how at ease he was. He noted the quick change in scenery when the driver cut off from the highway. The roads seemed rockier and bumpier, pebbles were spread out, there was land as big as the cosmos stretched out—It was a nice change to behold. The ride began driving upwards a hill, and soon enough Oceanus was welcomed with leaves just as long and grass just as green. Enchanted forest. The first word to pop into Oceanus’ head upon witnessing such a fairy-like place. Coils of vines dragged themselves across the hood of the car, at times lingering it’s touch on the roof of the car, other times bumping itself against the windows, resembling a knock. It was an ancient forest that reeked of age. Snapping branches rustled against the forest’s floor and rotted silently, mystical foliage flew their way past the car, shuffling noises were heard deep within the interior of the web of leaves, the forest was enchanting and something that could only be described in fairy-tales. Ocean never knew such a place existed. Then, just when Oceanus blinked, he was welcomed into a tunnel of magic. The driver (which made Oceanus jump when he heard the deep voice), informed Ocean that a mural was painted by one of the students at the school. He, in shock that during this whole time the two were in a comfortable silence, didn’t respond. Mainly for the fact that he was freaking out and didn’t know how to respond. When moments passed and he felt it was too late to reply, Oceanus gave up and brought his attention back on to the mural. He knew how to draw and paint, but this was on a whole new level of beauty. The mural surrounded the entire inside of the tunnel, as if transporting students into a whole new world. He noticed the splashes of swirls that were drawn on the top of the tunnel and on the sides; he felt like he was Alice, embarking on a journey to another world. If he hadn’t been traveling in a car, Oceanus would’ve loved to trail his fingers across the detailed fish, and the endless colors that clothed the entire tunnel. He couldn’t exactly make out the image but he knew that it was captivating with the infinity swirls, the splashes of water and fishes swimming through, the colors all contrasting with one another—it was truly a sight to gaze on, and it only made Oceanus excited to settle down at the Academy. And then just like that, just like the beauty of both the forest and tunnel wasn’t enough, Oceanus had the luxury to witness the endless green and flowers that sprouted on the ground. He was truly in awe and fascinated by Wellington’s scenery that made him excited for the library. The coach came to an abrupt stop and, repeating the same steps, Oceanus was guided out of the car and into the fronts of the Academy’s gates. The driver softly handed the boy his belongings and with a slight bow, he entered the car and traveled down the hill. [right][sub][color=gray]—————————————— 7:00 AM - Front gate ——————————————[/color][/sub][/right] He wanted to respond back with a bye, he really did, but he was too captivated by the looming statues at opposite ends from one another. The large gate (which he assumed opened to the area of Wellington) shined brightly under the sun’s kisses, while the white statues illuminated a very prestigious look to the Academy. He didn’t know the names of the statues, but he was positive they played a part. Weiss Gillian (from what he has heard and read) was not a man to have a statue that shared no meaning. As Oceanus was about to step closer to the gate, he noticed a short woman by one of the statues. She wore a sad, somber look, while her brown locks of wavy hair were stationed in a low ponytail. She wore a bright red lipstick and a red flowy dress that fell to her ankles, along with some black flats. Once she got closer (and Ocean could’ve swore she floated while she walked because of how light and soft her steps were), he noticed the blush that was scattered on her face along with her freckles. He wondered if the blush was makeup. She was a pretty woman, someone that preached of peace and reminded those of a sunrise-gold beach. A golden sand sweeping around on the beach, while a peach colored sky would loom over with softness. [color=d9adad][sub]“Oceanus Argus Odalys, right?”[/sub][/color] She quietly spoke, like a whisper. [color=d9adad]“I’m Elaina. I’m the cottage leader of Begonia.”[/color] She placed her hands on Oceans’ luggage, as if to allow herself to assist him. He let her. [color=d9adad]“They are nice people. Your cottage mates,”[/color] they were both already on their way there as she floated along with her dress. She told him in soft whispers and in a honey coated voice, that she will be living on the bottom floor while the students reside on the second floor. She explained how some students have cleaning duties. She told him how everyone has a responsibility in the cottage, she then went on to explain how Wisteria is their neighbor cottage but not to act too friendly with them because their cottage leader, Nathaniel is the worst (she giggled afterwards and it was soothing to listen to. It seemed like Elaina is close friends with said cottage leader.) Once they traveled to Begonia, Elania unlocked the door and allowed Ocean to walk in first. The place wasn’t a “wow-factor” to Ocean, it was normal (he ended up telling her in a curt sentence that the living room, plus the kitchen and everything that was on the bottom floor was the same size as his room. Elaina was impressed but Ocean began to notice he didn’t change from when he was young. He soon felt embarrassed.) Awkwardly, Ocean placed his belongings and waited for Elaina to explain what to do next. Rather, all she did was say, [i]"Get comfortable, your room number is Begonia 3. I'll be in my room if you need anything else."[/i] So, Ocean trotted upstairs, walking past the numbered doors and— [color=d9adad]"Ah! Oceanus!"[/color] Ocean walked his way towards the railing, looking downwards at Elaina. [color=d9adad]"Something came up so I'll be out for a bit. Mordechai might be in there! Not too sure."[/color] He was about to speak up and say a quick "okay," even though he was freaking out on the inside about the sudden roommate topic. He watched her leave the door with a little hum and, with everything setting in, Ocean turned his way back to the front of 'Begonia 3' and knocked...quietly.[/color]