[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. [@Karisma] & [@Rithas] l o c a t i o n. Fountain ► . . . [/color][/sub] [/right] [hr][hr] [color=gray]The minute she had arrived at the front gates, she finally registered that a student—Jordan—had greeted her when she was heading down the hill. She lifted her thumb and pulled at her lips (a nervous tick she was accustomed to do), she remembered not greeting him back and immediately felt bad. Her mind was now subconsciously going to be more aware of Jordan and greet him whenever she spots him regardless of the situation. Idette sighed and placed her forehead on her palm, [i]are you that tired Idette? Get it together.[/i] Nonetheless.. Idette started realizing that it was past the meetup time now. Releasing her face from her palm, Idette narrowed her eyes at the forest clearing. Did she get the time wrong? Was she too early? Did Nathaniel give her the wrong time because it is something he would [i]most[/i] definitely do. She played with her bandages before walking her way to the fountain. She just went with the whole, [i]“Nathaniel probably gave me the wrong time.”[/i] And, [i]“The next scheduled ride should be 8:30.”[/i] Therefore, Idette decided to settle at the nearby fountain. She would sit up, sit down, stand back up, pace around; she couldn’t stay still. There was a part of her worried she left the students stranded but another part was her reassuring herself that she was right and the students were just late. Right when she was about to pace back and forth once more, Idette was called out by a student. The girl had messy locks of brown hair, it looked smooth but wild at the same time. Idette eyed her sweater that yelled out: “Mashed Potatoes.” It was..interesting to say the least, but Idette wasn’t one to call out someone’s style when all her closet consists of is just bland t-shirts and pants. Either way, Idette plastered her usual smile and was about to respond to the lost student before noticing that she looked exactly like one of the students on the paper that Idette received from Nathaniel. [color=a35d6a]“Oh.”[/color] Idette uttered out, [color=a35d6a]“Yeah, um.”[/color] Her brain gears were obviously not functioning today. Idette quickly shook her head remembering how her facial muscles worked and managed a shaky smile. [color=a35d6a]“Sorry, I hope you didn’t wait too long. I’m, well—You’re, uh, Lavanda?”[/color] [center][color=#F4D03F]“LET'S FIGH-OHFLIPMYGLASSES”[/color][/center] Idette flinched from the sound and raised her arms up in defense—her reflexes immediately coming onto play—before peeking down at the girl. She slowly lowered them when she noticed a student smaller than her point out that she [i]‘needed that.’[/i] Idette, kinda still in shock? Or just confused? Took awhile to finally register that what the girl [i]needed[/i], was the pair of glasses that flung past Lavanda and her. She cleared her throat and nodded, taking the responsibility herself to pick up the fallen spectacles. She dusted off the glasses, going from the rims to the legs before returning them back to the girl. All the while, Idette fell into an internal monologue where she replayed the last few seconds over in her head. Idette always put others before her, especially when it came to other students. And this situation? this girl—while now apparent to Idette that she’s harmless—could have been a potential danger to Lavanda. And what did she do? she shielded herself instead of defending Lavanda. She sighed. She decided to apologize to Lavanda when they arrive at the cottages. Idette handed back the glasses and smiled at the student in front of her. She stared down at the girl (who was really short) and eyed her for a while before fully recognizing her as one of the students that is incoming to Wisteria and in this case, her roommate. Idette categorized her as a bubbly, maybe an [i]“all-over-the-place”[/i] type of person (who she was never really the best at dealing with) and the other, Lavanda, someone who had an [i]interesting[/i] style. Her expression grew into a confused one, [i]maybe that's what the style is nowadays?[/i] Idette looked back at Lavanda and then to Fatima and concluded that these were the two girls residing at Wisteria. She wasn’t sure if Eden was awake and maybe she didn’t want to test that out since Idette was never good at holding conversations with her, but maybe Eden's roommate (Idette looked at Lavanda now) could shape her into a model student or [i]something[/i]. At this point, she figured she might as well start walking them to the cottage. So, she took a step forward that way she was now facing them both and spoke. [color=a35d6a]“I’m Idette Blanc,”[/color] She introduced herself, [color=a35d6a]“I’m the students service leader at Wellington Academy, we handle the complaints that you, or another student might have, as well as what problems you may have regarding with the Academy itself. Please don’t hesitate to let me know when the time comes.”[/color] [color=a35d6a]“I’m mostly at the gym. If not, you could find me in my room.”[/color] She shot a look at Fatima. She definitely wanted to be friendly but it’s not like she could just outright say, [i]“hey I’m your roommate! We are gonna have such a diggity darn good time, you’ll definitely enjoy my company!”[/i] Because really, Idette treated her old roommate like a stranger(and she just thought it’d be best to kinda just tell Fatima when they arrive at the cottage, or when they enter their rooms.) And her previous roommate may have tried but because of Idette’s default responses, things didn’t get anywhere. Idette is accustomed to reply in an automated “customer service” voice and would be more like an informational bank and guide for her roommate rather than a friend—she didn’t even qualify as an acquaintance. Don’t get her wrong, she [i]wants[/i] friends. She just sometimes can’t stop her fabricated persona. Or her [i]“perfect”[/i] personality (and wow did she think she sounded conceited thinking like that) because it never allowed her to befriend others. Mainly because Idette was just seen as a source for information. But, sometimes, [i]all the time[/i], Idette thinks it’s her fault for feeding onto that. Maybe she should start trying to get out of her shell? [color=a35d6a]“Oh but that’s not important, I, well, just—”[/color] She fumbled with her words, [color=a35d6a]“I can still—You guys can still reach out to me! It doesn’t really mean like I’m always stuck at the gym. I know it sounded like that but that's not really—Like we have, it's a service thing so you can, kinda like just catch me at room 104 in the school building. In the students services room. Doing, stuff...”[/color] Okay, maybe she shouldn’t try getting out of her shell. [color=a35d6a]“Um, with that being said!”[/color] She clapped her hands together. [color=a35d6a]“Lavanda De Los Angeles and Fatima Muse, welcome to Wellington Academy! You both will be residing in the Wisteria Cottage with our cottage leader being Nathaniel.”[/color] She turned sideways to the front gates that led to where the drop off area was and cocked her head to the side, insinuating to start following her. [/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. [@Rithas] & [@Aces Away] l o c a t i o n. Begonia Cottage ► . . .[/color][/sub] [/right] [hr][hr] [color=gray]Was it safe to say that Ocean wanted to throw up? Cause he really wanted to throw up. He eyed the person peeking their head through the small opening of the door and he really had no idea what to say. I mean there's, [i]thanks for the heads up![/i] But then he thought he would sound too excited, which he was, but not at the moment. There was also a simple, [i]okay[/i] but then Ocean debated staying quiet might just be better. Did he really need to answer to the explanation of his roommate? Did he even want to engage in that conversation? What if his roommate overhears and Ocean is now hated by someone who always wants the curtains open in the mornings? (Ocean right now was in distraught, he hates the morning lights.) He was about to just respond with a casual nod (seemed like the only thing he could come up with), till the other boy tapped his fingers against the door frame. He had asked Ocean his name in a way that meant Ocean had to go on this whole spiel of an introduction. Not wanting to do that, Ocean quickly turned his gaze to the front of the closed door 3 and decided to just avoid eye contact. The student’s sharp eyes wasn’t something he wanted to meet with for the past couple of minutes. So, Ocean answered the question while staring daggers into the door in front of him. [color=b0cac7]“Oceanus.”[/color] He spoke, quickly side eyeing the other but looking away just as quickly. [i]Was that enough? That should’ve been enough, I mean, It’s a simple word but maybe I should’ve told him my nickname? Cause, what if he can’t pronounce it? Then that means I have to explain it, but let's say I did say my nickname instead of my name he could make fun of me because who names their kid Ocean? But then who names their kid after a greek god? Oh god, I should’ve said a fake name because really why would my parents name me that knowing full well I don’t know my mythologies, so what if he asks me things in that field and I can't answer because I-[/i] His thoughts were quickly dismantled when the door in front of him swung open and Ocean was welcomed to the sight of his roommate saying something in a different language. The boy in front of him was tall, just as their creepy neighbor—Ocean felt very intimidated. He shifted his stance and fidgeted with the hems of his sleeves. The two boys shared a sharp glance with one another before the attention was turned to Ocean. Oh, he definitely felt his breakfast slowly rising back up his throat. He forced a gulp down because he did not want to vomit; one he’ll be embarrassed and two he’ll have to clean it up and three his cottage leader will look at him with the disappointment of a lifetime because what type of 14 year old throws up just because he’s nervous of social interactions? And she’ll be ashamed because how will he survive at a school where you have to socialize? And then he’ll be kicked out because he just sucks. At. This. [center][color=00746b]”I’m Mordechai, but you can call me Chai or Mor if you’d like. Don’t let Matt put the wrong idea into your head; on the contrary, you can definitely believe me when I tell you that he loves staying up for as long as possible and solving mysteries just like I do.”[/color][/center] Ocean sighed and looked down while shaking his head in the process, wow he really surprises himself with how all over the place his thoughts were. [color=b0cac7]“Okay.”[/color] Ocean said, looking up at Mordechai. [color=b0cac7][i]“Um.”[/i][/color] He glanced at the other student who he learned was named Matt. [color=b0cac7]“Um. So, uh.”[/color] He threw in an awkward laugh, [color=b0cac7]“I’m Oceanus. I already told..”[/color] Ocean pointed at the one peeking through the door frame. What can he say??? He felt like he completely killed the conversation there and Ocean had to think of something quick, a joke, a story, [i]something to fill in the silence[/i]. While it had only been a second or two, it felt like excruciating hours passed after Ocean introduced himself And then he remembered: [b]“..he loves staying up for as long as possible and solving mysteries just like I do.”[/b] [color=b0cac7]“Cool!”[/color] His voice cracked and woah, [i]wow[/i], he didn’t have to yell it out [i]like that[/i]. [color=b0cac7]“I, um. I used to watch like.. Criminal Minds I guess.”[/color] He fidgets. [color=b0cac7]“Which makes me like a.. Detective.”[/color] He joked. Or was it really a joke? Did it sound like a joke? Or maybe he offended the boy in front of him, who was his roommate btw, which means Ocean could like, die in his sleep if he looked at Mordechai funny. He was kinda at his limit right now.[/color] [hr] [color=gray][sub][right]Mentioned Eden [@Pink Khione] and JD [@Torack][/right][/sub][/color]