Fabricant451

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I have a question for you. What does he do at the school?

@chukklehed

I'd assume janitor

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If the numbers would be uneven don't worry about it, but I was gonna have Connie commute. If it's a numbers thing, don't worry about it then.

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well if you live close to the school you can live with your family and such >.>

@Destinyfailhorror17

Well Connie's yet-unseen mother does live close to the school..

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From one interested party to now three, Connie was practically doubled over in excitement; this level of interest was unprecedented, and now she'd have to really be a good hostess. No simple bag of microwaved popcorn tonight, not with guests of distinction! As the Red Lady spoke, in a manner that Connie could only associate with nobility - at least those in comedies or cartoons - Connie could only be polite and nod along; she was heavy on the compliments, not that that was a negative. Again, it was more a matter of the unexpected than anything else. And speaking of the unexpected, another girl seemed to just...appear in front of her, waggling her finger while asking a question. Surely she hadn't simply appeared into being, that was impossible of course, perhaps she was just good at blending into the crowds, and Connie's attention was on Rebecca after all. "Of course you can come, it's an open invitation!" Connie said to the finger waving girl before turning towards the one with the...unique accent. Connie couldn't place it, but then if it wasn't English or French she wasn't one for placing accents to begin with. "Yes, I'm Connie Blendin. Well honestly I didn't expect this much response so I don't have a whole lot of refreshments yet but I can get some snacks and drinks before tonight. That's when it is. Tonight. I was thinking of having it after the school party but I probably wasn't going to go anyway so really just show up anytime during or after the party. As for what I have...I don't think you'll be disappointed with my selections!" To that, Connie handed a flier to the accented girl, just in case she needed one. This was certainly shaping up to be exciting! And did that Rin girl call her cute? What was with all the compliments today, it was unexpected, to say the least.

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No one else is telling me if they are staying at a dorm or not...no one told me yet! I the others but I do need a refresh on it!

@Destinyfailhorror17

Connie's in the dorms unless there is off-campus housing.

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i ain't one of the cool kids because i ain't part of the family

@Unfortunately

We can be the cool kids from the anti-family.

Resurgence | Medieval Pokemon Roleplay

Hmmm...interesting

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Popped Connie over to the CS tab because all the cool kids were doing it and I wanna be cool

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Name: Constance 'Connie' Blendin Nickname: Connie Age: 17 Gender: Female Powers: Connie has the power of being completely and utterly normal compared to most of her schoolyard peers. In that Connie, despite the circumstances of her birth, appears to simply be a normal teenage human attending what she assumed to be a private school that she got accepted into due to nepotism above anything else. If the ability to be normal is a power, she's got it. If being able to gossip and socialize with peers is a power, yeah that's her power as well. Maybe her power is going shopping or popping down to a cafe for a drink. Maybe she's just a regular human and is fine with that. Weakness: Numbers, as in mathematics. Connie has no ability to understand math beyond the basic multiplication tables up to about ten, and even then she gets a bit wonky once six comes into question. "Six times six? Isn't it...I only have five fingers! Six times six...if five times six is fifty six then six times six is sixty six!" That she is so bad with numbers is often why she doesn't realize when she's being overcharged at a store or is given incorrect change. "It was ten dollars, here's a twenty, I think I get five back, right?" Being a pescetarian she also has a weakness when it comes to meat that isn't fish, in that seeing it can make her nauseous and eating it is enough to make her run to the bathroom and be sick. Which really makes things difficult, considering the eating habits of her family and friends. Being a normal girl, she's also prone to being affected by magical influences, having no defenses for them. But surely her friends wouldn't think of using their powers on her, right!? Skills: Despite her awful math skills, Connie is quite good with languages and words, being fluent in three languages thanks to being forced to study them from a young age. English, French, and oddly enough Latin - that was requested by her mother for some odd reason, the French was due to her father. She's got a flair for the dramatic, having spend most of her time under the shadow of dear mother and being groomed for a life under spotlights, so when a performance rolls around she is good at slipping into the role she has been cast for. But perhaps the greatest skill she has is being able to drink a cup of coffee while it is still piping hot from the machine. Does this mean her power is super taste buds!? Hobbies: Being a fan of the arts makes drama a hobby of hers, and not just plays and live performances but films as well. She likes to host movie nights in her room for fellow film aficionados, but so far that's mostly just been her watching a movie on her computer while munching on a small bag of lightly salted popcorn. Costume design, or rather fashion design in general; Connie likes making outfits when she has the time and material, which is increasingly rare as school picks up. She once played a card game but found it hard to understand since it involved numbers so games are not something she understands. Connie also has an interest in watching live events, including concerts and sports - though when it comes to sports she's just as likely to stand around and ask questions as she is to watch and try to learn for herself. "What happens when the white ball goes over the fence? Why did they get three points with the orange ball but last time they got two?" Background: Connie, by all accounts, should've been like other students at Orean, in that she should've had some sort of magical ability. Her father is from France, a former politician who went into early retirement and fell in love, or lust as she would call it, with a beautiful woman named Angelique. The two had their fair share of trysts that resulted in Connie's birth. What Connie has yet to figure out is that her mother is a bit of a seductress by way of having succubi powers. She thought it odd that her father was grey haired and fragile looking while her mother was constantly youthful, but she dismissed it as simply being the power of love. Each time Angelique and Connie's father were together, it drained more and more of his life, until he looked to be a geriatric when he was only middle aged. Angelique had thought to make Connie into something of her heir before realizing that Connie took more after her father than her mother. Still, despite the disappointment, Angelique still cared for Connie on the hopes that one day she would develop latent abilities. Angelique was employed at Orean and it was at the suggestion of her mother that Connie applied and eventually got into the school to study under its language arts and drama programs. Connie takes to the performance arts because her mother was once an actress - though not in the sort of movies Connie has ever seen. In many ways, Connie is just trying to make her mother proud in whatever ways she can, not knowing that by doing so she's limiting herself to chasing after a shadow that she didn't even know she was under. Theme song: Girls on Film The Mother We Share Clubs:Drama Club Dreams: Well mostly she has recurring dreams involving oceans. But she's not a dream analyst.

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Things certainly hadn't been going well for poor Connie. On the off chance that someone did accept a flier, more often than not Connie saw them crumble it up and toss it into a garbage can or, most often, onto the grass. It was bad enough that they were ignoring her earnest, heartfelt attempt to bridge the socialization gap, but to litter on top of that? How utterly rude. Though annoyed, Connie pressed on; there were a fair number of fliers after all and the job was not done until they were all distributed or stapled to a bulletin board. With a renewed purpose, Connie was determined to complete this task swiftly...and then she turned on her heels and was bumped aside, fliers floating out of her hands and down to the ground below. Connie herself wasn't hurt, though she was knocked off balance but managed to stay standing, if a bit wobbly. She was going to apologize, or at least tell the bumper that it was no problem, but she froze when her eyes crossed over the hair of the girl who had sent the fliers flying. Connie had never seen hair so...red before, nor had she seen someone wearing such...clothing - and she had been to France during fashion week. And was that an umbrella? No...a parasol. Clearly some wealthy type, no doubt Connie was about to be given the ringer, chewed out for crossing paths with some spoiled rich girl. Probably the red haired girl would mock Connie's yellow sundress and black tights for not being some expensive ensemble despite the colors giving her outfit a cheery, spring vibe. To Connie's great shock, the girl seemed...amused..and...apologetic? "Oh..um..it's...it's okay," She as flustered, still reeling from expectations and reality clashing. "Cinephile? Um...no, I just really like movies. And live plays too, but those are harder to get DVDs of. Do you want to come? I had movie nights every month last year but no one came and I totally understand if you don't want to. I mean, you look like you have more important things to do, but thank you!" Connie had been gathering the fliers on the ground as she spoke and, having gathered them all into a neat stack in her hand again, smiled at the red head for the consideration. She had thought that would be the end of it, but a shorter girl bounced up to them expressing an interest with an enthusiasm not even Connie had matched. "Oh, really? Of course you can, Rin, was it? It's an open invitation! That's one! That's one more than before! Oh, right, I'm Constance Blendin, but everyone calls me Connie, so you can too, Rin. And you too...er...Red Lady." The year had just started and things were looking up already.