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Wellington Academy ₊*

_{Interactions (direct): Nico @Karisma, Elysia @alexfangtalon}

Kassandra was running a tad behind schedule. With the summer months, she’d turned off her alarm, and had yet to adjust it properly for the school year — despite arriving about a week early. Kass had a tendency to show up early to Wellington Academy to get to know her cottage leader for the year, and sort of take a leadership role in the place. Kassandra liked structure, and order, and she was happy to find out that Nico, the man who’d be overseeing the cottage she was staying in for now, was much like her. He took it seriously, perhaps too seriously, but Kass would be lying if she said she didn’t like that about him. It was a serious deal!

Unfortunately, Kass was lagging too far behind to leave right when Nico passed by. It wasn’t like she could follow after him then and there. She’d hardly woken up twenty minutes ago, and despite her best attempts to freshen up with a shower and vigorous moisturizing afterward… Kassandra was hardly awake. She was awake, but there was really nobody behind the wheel, at least not yet. She needed coffee. As ashamed as she was to admit it, Kassandra was somewhat reliant, even addicted to the stuff. All she could do was offer Nico a wave of apology as he passed by, and glance at the Keurig that was currently filling her mug.

Internally, Kass was cringing. It was embarrassing, an awful showing for day one of what was supposed to be a good year. How was she supposed to leave a good impression now? She already knew Nico planned to walk down to the gate, instead of driving — could she catch up? Would he accept her apology?

Stupid, stupid. Forget to set the alarm, really? You’re better than that, Kassandra. Way to look bad.

She would have to think of something to make it up to him, because simply showing up late wasn’t going to do it from her perspective. As the last of the coffee dripped into the cup, Kassandra took the steaming mug from its plate, and took a huge gulp without waiting for it to cool down. It wasn’t her normal method, but the burn to her tastebuds was like a self-punishment for messing up. At least once she’d taken the gulp, she could feel the warmth radiate through her body and her mind start to come to life.

Looking back at the Keurig, she shrugged her shoulders and did the only thing she could think of, setting a thermos on it, and flicking it back on… It was the best she could think of.

_{7:03 AM}

Before long, Kass was hurrying along the trail, and as she looked at the scenery, she could tell why Nico preferred this method to taking the golf carts down. If only she didn’t have to rush quite so much… but Kass wasn’t going to be that late, not to something as important as this. Even looking beyond her failure, and the potential let down she’d left Nico with, Kass still wanted to hurry. This was a big day; there were new students coming! It was, for some lucky young (and some older) students, the first time they’d lay eyes on the grounds… and she wanted to see their reactions!

Between Kass hurrying, and Nico taking a somewhat leisurely pace, she was able to make it there just a few minutes after he’d arrived — but too late to talk to the new kids. With a wave and a smile, Kass pushed away the harsh thoughts floating in her head, and instead walked toward Nico as he headed back up the trail, and thrust the thermos out to him. “Sorry I’m late… I overslept a bit. I made you some tea, though.” Kass’s apology was stuck inside the thermos, and she turned her attention to the more pressing matter once Nico took the damn thing: the new kids. Ramona, and Ely she believed. She’d spent enough time peering over Nico’s shoulder at paperwork to know who was who.

“Elysia, right?” She asked, glancing at the ever so slightly smaller girl. Geeze… she looked soft. Kass would have to be careful when making sure she was comfortable. The girl looked like if Kassandra spoke too loudly, she might explode. “My name’s Kassandra. I’ll be your roommate for this year, okay? Let’s make sure it’s a good one!” She gave a thumbs up, and then took another gulp of coffee. At least it had cooled down to… ‘not molten.’

Wellington Academy ₊*

_{Time: 5:30 AM - 7:00 AM
Interactions: JD @Torack}

Zerged out on the bed was where Bee belonged.

Her parents disagreed, they thought she could be a doctor, a software engineer, a lawyer like her father… someone who was successful, who mattered. However, Bee disagreed. Why work so hard when she could coast through life? Plenty of people made it in the world without so much effort. Imagine trying, imagine spending six years of your life just to be stuck with years of student loan debt, and then in like forty more years, whatever profession she chose would just give her a watch and kick her down the road with a quiet ‘fuck you.’

Abigail wasn’t about that. She had no lofty goals in life, whatever ambitions she’d had (when she was nine, she wanted to be an astronaut) had been drained out of her by things that were beyond her control. Now, she at least had a safe space. Wellington Academy wasn’t so bad, and the only real rule here was quite simple: just don’t get caught.

Bee had gotten caught one damn time, and for fuck’s sake it was during the summer so what the hell was that all about? Was she not free to do what she wanted during the summer!? It was the summer! Her vacation! Why did none of the cottage leaders understand that she couldn’t go home? It wasn’t that she didn’t want to — oh, she did. She missed her house, her neighborhood, and the skate park (especially the skate park), but Bee was at war.

She was at war with her cunt of a mom, who still refused to call her by the name she wanted. There was no respect! Wellington Academy was like her safe space. Here, she didn’t have to deal with her mom, and there weren’t daily screaming matches; instead, they were basically biweekly. During the year since she’d taken up residence in Wellington, Bee had done her best to avoid her mother — though she popped up occasionally during her video calls with her father… and that often led to a verbal brawl for all.

Bee had forsaken her home, and now this was where she belonged. It was like in the stupid Harry Potter books (Bee would never understand how they’d found so much worldwide success — cringe fanbase, honestly), where Harry never went home for the holidays because his family didn’t love him, and then like in some of the books he went home to his friend’s house to stay where the family loved him and he didn’t feel like shit — only, Bee had zero plans to go to her friend’s house. And, on top of that, Bee was pretty sure her friend didn’t have a cute sister she could hook up with. Seriously, bro code Harry. What the fuck was up with that?

For now, Bee was holed up in the safety of Wellington Academy — and honestly, depending on how the next two years went? She might never leave. She could be a cottage head herself, couldn’t she? That wouldn’t be too bad of a job — or like a janitor. Of course, she’d need to figure out a living situation that didn’t suck. These buildings were built in like, the 1800s and they were wired like. She’d had plans to bring her desktop computer, and a TV, but then her dad was like ‘you can’t.’ That made her mad. It made her more mad when she arrived and found out the bastard was telling the truth.

Bee had to scramble and order a shitty gaming laptop off of Amazon, to go with the ancient one she had for anime downloading purposes, and she used that to play games. She’d set up all her systems on the TV in the common room, but during the school year? Bee didn’t much like to go out there and use it — that might lead to, like… interacting with the nerds that went to this super school. She had her time during the summer, and then every once and a while when Freddie was over.

Right now, here in the cabin it was basically just Bee and J.D., the running man. If Bee had to guess? He was just about getting back from his run, and… yep, there it was. The scent of breakfast was wafting up to the rafters and sneaking its way into her room. She’d heard him leave the building around the same time she woke up, and she knew the drill: within two, or three episodes of whatever she wanted to watch, breakfast would be ready.

Of course, the inevitability of breakfast hadn’t stopped her from preparing a snack mix of her own. While she was laying on the bed, Bee had a bowl on her stomach — one that contained a mix and match of her favorite snacks: Hot Cheetos, Jelly Belly’s, white cheddar popcorn, M&M’s, and salt and pepper potato chips. Was it perfect? No, but nothing ever was.

Bee had started the morning watching DragonBall, but after like an episode and a half of nothing happening, she’d turned that off and resigned to scrolling around on her phone. Or, at least she was scrolling around on her phone until she scowled and dropped it. “Law? Seriously?! My ideal man from One Piece is obviously Zoro, you scumbags. Stupid Buzzfeed.” She grumbled, then watched as her phone bounced off of her bed… and flew to the ground. “Shit!” She said, scrambling over to grab the phone… and inadvertently sending the crumbs and remains of her snack bowl falling to the ground too. “What in the goddamn! FuCK!” Bee was screaming now, before she snatched her phone off the ground.

Picking it up, she was glad to see that, at the very least, her phone hadn’t sustained any injuries. “At least Korean engineering never lets me down.” She said, letting out a sigh of relief. Luckily for her, the bowl she’d been eating out of was plastic. Sighing, she got down on the floor and started to pick the Jelly Belly’s and pieces of chips remaining. There weren’t many M&M’s… Bee liked to eat those first.

I guess this is the universe’s way of saying, ‘okay, Bee, you piece of trash. It’s time to get out of bed and do something productive.’ Well, normally I’d tell the universe to get FUCKED, but today is the day. Right? All the new kids should be showing up? The bastard that replaced Freddie should be here soon… Plus, I mean, breakfast. I might as well go eat.

Bee threw the snacks that had fallen on the floor back into the bowl, and then carefully sat the bowl on her bedside table. Those were snacks for later, as far as Bee was concerned. She was the only person living here for the whole summer! What was the worst thing that could have been on her floor?

Bee had already changed and gotten ready for the day. She knew Venetia and the other cottage leaders would be down catching kids, so she’d been sure to get up early and sneak away for a wake and bake before gorging herself on snacks and Goku yelling at Frieza. Now, Bee was comfortably sky high, and hungry — even after munching on her bowl and mismatched munchies.

To: Freddie
when r we playing animal crossing
i got a gift 4 u
it made me think of u

The gift in question? It was a garbage can. Bee was already laughing to herself thinking about it as she adjusted her baseball cap (which really amounted to making sure it was turned on backwards). Freddie was gonna get owned, she was gonna get so owned. Trouncing down the stairs, Bee found her way to the cottage kitchen. “Yo! J.D.! What’s up, bro? Did you make enough for me?”

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL]

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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

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Friendships

yes, i think it would be more weird if you didn't make close friends with the community you do your hobby with wouldn't it?

Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

Sorry about the delay! Some stuff came up. It should be up tonight, if not sometime tomorrow.

@Ellipses

Great! Can't wait. :)

Wellington Academy ₊*

Kassandra Hawthorne

Kass

Kassandra Juliet Hawthorne ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 17 | Female | 5'6" | Lesbian | Junior ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ Cats. She isn’t a fan of felines, because they’re too independent. ♦ Pancakes. Pancakes lack the butter and syrup holding caverns the superior waffle has. Kassandra would never order a shortstack. ♦ The sound a clock makes when it ticks, it drives her nuts. ♦ Cheap products. She’s been raised with the belief she should always have a premium product, whatever the price. Likes ♦ The smell of apple cinnamon. ♦ Winning. There’s nothing more rewarding in the world, is there? ♦ Chewing on her pencaps! Is it a bad thing? Probably, but she doesn’t care. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ She can tie a cherry knot in a cherry stem with her tongue. This took years of practice. ♦ Kassandra is either naturally gifted, or incredibly good at studying. Either way, she maintains a near perfect GPA. ♦ She can talk for hours about nothing. ♦ She has played the violin since she was 6, and practice makes permanent. ♦ She makes excellent waffles. gift ♦ Though she can overdo it sometimes, Kassandra’s gift seems to have a natural gift for ‘leading.’ She takes charge, and seems to be right at home there. Her favorite class is speech and debate, as she finds her greatest skill to be her public speaking.

•p e r s o n a l i t y Kassandra is a confident person, at face level. She’s comfortable with herself, something rare for a person her age. She was raised to be a good person, and aspires to be a leader. Her parents were successful, and self-made, and their ideals have worn off onto their child. She’s extroverted and naturally charismatic, a person who thinks everyone has a voice and that their voices should be heard. Her parents raised her right, or at least as best they could. Kassandra does her best to be the best she can be, trying to make them proud. She runs her life around that, and it isn’t without its negatives. Kassandra has high expectations for herself. In fact, her standards for herself are set so high its almost impossible for her to reach them, and she’s very openly hard on herself over it. An A- isn’t an acceptable grade — it means she’s either stupid, or didn’t study hard enough, and both are equally unacceptable for her. She can be overbearing at times as well. She has trouble understanding when people have had enough so to speak, and assumes people who aren’t as extroverted as she is just need to be dragged ‘out of their shells;’ it's what her mother told her, and why would she believe anything else? Overall, Kassandra does her best to be a good person, and does her best to have a positive influence on those around her. •h i s t o r y Kassandra was adopted at birth by a wealthy couple who could never have kids of her own. With birth parents who never wanted anything to do with her, Kassandra has no interest in meeting them either. She was raised never wanting anything, and was taught from a young age her parents’s road to success. Her father, Anthony Hawthorne, founded and runs a large construction company that operates in Southern California, where Kassandra was born and raised. Her mother, Ashley Hawthorne, owns and runs a thriving bakery (Kassandra receives care packages of snacks from her mother biweekly). Both of her parents are older (in their late 50s); when they discovered they couldn’t have children naturally, and decided to adopt, they chose to do it once their lives were ‘settled.’ As Kassandra grew up, her parents tried to instill their values into her, which seems to have worked. Watching her parents work hard from as far back as she can remember, Kass thinks anything can be done if you work hard enough. She’s had every opportunity in the world, and is forever grateful to her parents for it — from what she understands, if they hadn’t adopted her, her life would be much, much different. From freshman year, Kassandra has attended Wellington Academy. Her parents told her she could go to any school she liked, but only one school really interested her. Sending out her application and waiting in anticipation for the acceptance or rejection letter to arrive were some of the worst days of her life, but once she was in, Kassandra was more than excited. She came out to her parents one year ago, something she did from the safety and distance of Wellington academy… it was the most nerve wracking experience of her life, but to her delight, both of her parents have been nothing but supportive of her. •cottage - •what did you pack? Kassandra overpacks every year. She brings more school supplies than she needs, her laptop, her iPad, tons of clothes, her violin, several stuffed animals, and a few pieces of wall art. extras Weller Stars: 3

Abigail O’Connel

Bee

Abigail Rachel O’Connel ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 16 | Female | 5'1" | Pansexual | Sophomore ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ HELPING OLD PEOPLE WITH COMPUTERS. ♦ People who say scumbag. Seriously? ♦ Pepper grinders. Bee doesn’t have for that, dude. ♦ People who think she’s a weeb. Okay, maybe like a little bit, but not that much! Get off her back. Likes ♦ Taking things apart! Putting them back together is almost as satisfying, but its not quite the same. ♦ Skateboarding. Is she the best? Depends on the context. In the world? No. In Wellington Academy? Most likely. ♦ Mary Jane. JuSt Don't geT cAUGHt. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ Bee’s got a lot of skills, so really it depends on who you ask. If you ask her? Her best skill is getting through school by doing the minimal amount of work to obtain that glorious, oh so righteous C- average. Who needs more than that? She’s also good at video games. gift ♦ Abigail is a natural when it comes to technology; both hardware, and software. She’s loved taking things apart and putting them back together since she was a kid, and as she got older she found a penchant for messing with code, and software as well. She’s pretty much a wizard, depending on who you ask. Mostly, if you ask her.

•p e r s o n a l i t y First and foremost, Bee is loud and proud. She openly doesn’t care what people think of her, and she’s very clear with what she thinks of people. Abigail is a bit of a stereotype; she plays video games, she lives on the internet, and she occasionally leaves the house to skateboard. She thinks she’s funny, but in reality she’s probably just obnoxious to most normies. Bee can and will aggressively talk over people if she isn’t finished speaking, and her biggest secret is that she’s never finished speaking. She’ll rant and rave about things for hours, usually things she’s the only one in the room who likes. She likes to sleep, and will often sleep past or through her classes. She does her best to take seats in the far back to make sure she can catch a few extra z’s, but some of her instructors have recently taken to moving her to the front — and even worse, calling on her when she doesn’t volunteer. So what if she’s smart? It wasn’t her choice to be a ‘gifted’ student! Despite her negatives, Abigail actually makes a good friend. Sharing a sense of humor with her turns her from obnoxious to hilarious, and sharing her interests turns her rants into legitimate discussions. The problem with Abigail is that she’s too obsessed with ‘not caring what other people think’ to the point that she cares what other people think too much. Abigail hardly tries at anything that matters, and makes fun of those who do. She’s a ball of proudly wasted potential, and she seems to know it and revel in that fact. •h i s t o r y Abigail is from New York, New York. The city so nice, they named it twice, the Big Apple or whatever. Specifically, Abigail is from Brooklyn, where she lives in a hilariously expensive home that’s equally hilariously small. Seriously, Abigail thinks half the reason she has to attend Wellington Academy is so her parents can have more space. Her father is a successful lawyer, and her mother is a stay at home mom. Her father’s occupation may be the source of her penchant for arguing. From a young age, Abigail showed she learned at an accelerated rate. Her parents wanted to take advantage of it, pushing her to join gifted programs in school, and she tended to excel even there. It wasn’t until she got a bit older she started to push back. Despite victories on the national level at Youth Academic Decathlons and spelling bees, Abigail wasn’t enjoying the way she was going. She wasn’t having fun, and she was frankly sick and tired of working so hard. She wanted to play video games and relax, not be treated like a lab specimen because she was smart and ‘could be successful one day.’ At age 13, she decided to rebel. She started wearing different clothes, changing her style to be the exact opposite of the cute dresses her mother wanted her to wear. She forced everyone to start calling her ‘Bee’ instead of Abigail, though her mother still resists (bitch.); at least her father fulfills the request. She even thought about chopping her hair off, but her mother put a stop to that before she even had a chance to schedule a time with a barber. In an attempt to further her rebellion, Abigail found her way to the devil’s lettuce, as it were. Starting to get stoned at age fourteen, the summer before her freshman year, her parents found they had no idea what to do with her anymore. They let her get away with it, because Abigail had proven in the past she’d end up getting away with it anyway (and, in her defense, her dad did it anyway). Midway through the summer, after the seventeenth screaming match with her mother, with Abigail defending herself and claiming she wasn’t wasting her potential, her dad stepped in. Her dad had always done his best to stay friends with her, and Abigail appreciated it. When she wanted new clothes, it was her dad that took her shopping. When she wanted to start skateboarding, it was her dad who watched over her in the skatepark while still wearing his work suit. So, when her father said he had a proposal, she was at least willing to listen. Wellington Academy. It was where her father had gone to school, and he felt like the school could draw her potential out in healthy, non combative ways. Abigail listened, but she didn’t like it at first. What were her other options, she asked? Her father’s response was simple; you stay here, and your mother puts you on lockdown. At the Academy, he promised, Bee could at least have a little bit of freedom. Abigail agreed, with some contingencies in place. She would stay at the Academy for the holidays, out of spite, and until her mother was willing to apologize, or at the very least start calling her by her preferred name, Bee would only speak with her father. Out of desperation, her dad agreed. He’s been sleeping on the couch and in the office ever since, and Bee has only left the Wellington grounds when the staff absolutely requires her to. Wellington has yet to ‘draw out her potential,’ but Bee is starting to at least get comfortable here after her first year. •cottage - •what did you pack? Fully intending to live at the Academy, Abigail packed everything. Her clothes, her skateboard, her video game systems, her entire computer setup, her laptop, her ‘work’ (read: torrenting) laptop, her manga, her tablet for reading manga, jelly beans (read: hidden bud), actual jelly beans, and finally, three pairs of shoes. Her father sends her things she requests, and seems to be genuinely doing his best. Her mother does not speak to her. extras themesong Weller Moons: 2 (I don’t deserve one of those, you ask anybody.)

Oliver Stroud

Ollie

Oliver Dylan Stroud ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 18 | Male | 6’4” | Straight | Senior ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ Puppies. Grown dogs are fine, but Oliver can’t handle puppies very well. They’re often not trained, and messy! ♦ Grilled cheese. He likes melts, which are actually factually different. ♦ Missing his cat. Oliver tried to convince the school his cat was an emotional support animal, to no avail. Likes ♦ Running! He would be on track and team if he was motivated, but he prefers not to. He just runs as a hobby. ♦ Rap music. ♦ Eating. He burns a lot of calories, being as physical active as he is — he needs to consume a lot of calories, given that he’s so large. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ Oliver has a natural affinity for physical activity. Weightlifting, sports, running, etc. He loves it, and it seems to love him back. He’d like to one day be a physical therapist or even a personal trainer, but is a little intimidated by the schooling, and has mostly resigned to finding his way into sports instead. gift ♦ Oliver likes to cook. He’s a natural at it, and could very reasonably be a chef in the future. He started out by following YouTube recipes while wanting to improve his health and watch his macros, but it’s evolved into Ollie cooking enough food for the whole cottage, if they ask anyway.

•p e r s o n a l i t y Oliver just wants people to see the fun he sees in physical activity. From offering to help make diet plans, to helping people in the gym, Oliver believes everyone can be a bit more healthy than they are, and he takes it upon himself to help with that. He’s approachable and will listen to people’s problems if they bring them to him. Not always able to offer the ideal advice, Ollie is proud to offer his friends (and he considers everyone his friend) a rock to lean on, and an ear to talk to. Oliver is the first person to ask if someone is okay. Despite being a warm and caring person, Oliver struggles with schoolwork. The basics are a bit confusing for him, and he has to take his time, or ask his classmates for help with his homework. He works hard, and he’ll never give up. He has a long way to go to reach his goals, but he seems determined to find his footing one day. •h i s t o r y Oliver was raised by a struggling single father, and Oliver wants to be successful enough to make sure his dad never has to work again. The pair are absolutely best friends, and Oliver will often say ‘well, my dad says’ about any given situation. Oliver’s father had to juggle two jobs, and raising a son while Oliver was growing up, and it wasn’t easy for either of them, though their struggle just helped forge their bond even stronger. At a young age, Oliver learned to be independent — he learned to cook and clean with the help of the internet (you can learn anything on YouTube nowadays), and he made sure his dad didn’t have to worry about the house. When he was twelve, he adopted a kitten he found in a box while walking home from school. The cat is named Snowflake, and is Oliver’s rock. Before coming to Wellington Academy, he would talk to Snowflake while cleaning or cooking at his home, and he found it was the best way for him to relax and unwind after a long day of school. Oliver started attending Wellington in his freshman year, after long talks with his dad about whether or not they wanted to try and even apply. At Wellington, Oliver is finding his footing. He’s spending less time worrying and stressing about homelife, and more time enjoying his youth, something his dad is happy to see. The only thing Oliver wishes is that the school would let him bring his cat, but he manages with video chats with Snowflake and his dad. During the holidays, Oliver goes home and works with his father, to contribute as much as he can, but at Wellington, he gets to really relax and enjoy the amenities the school offers. This year, he plans to stay at the Academy for parts of the holidays, and take a break for his last year here. •cottage - •what did you pack? Oliver packs light. He only brought a few essentials — his phone, a laptop he saved for almost two whole summers to buy, and then clothes. He also brought his lucky pen! It’s been out of ink for a while, but he can’t figure out how to reload it — so he just keeps it tucked in the breastpocket of his uniform anyway! extras Weller Stars: 2

Wellington Academy ₊*

Kassandra Hawthorne

Kass

Kassandra Juliet Hawthorne ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 17 | Female | 5'6" | Lesbian | Junior ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ Cats. She isn’t a fan of felines, because they’re too independent. ♦ Pancakes. Pancakes lack the butter and syrup holding caverns the superior waffle has. Kassandra would never order a shortstack. ♦ The sound a clock makes when it ticks, it drives her nuts. ♦ Cheap products. She’s been raised with the belief she should always have a premium product, whatever the price. Likes ♦ The smell of apple cinnamon. ♦ Winning. There’s nothing more rewarding in the world, is there? ♦ Chewing on her pencaps! Is it a bad thing? Probably, but she doesn’t care. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ She can tie a cherry knot in a cherry stem with her tongue. This took years of practice. ♦ Kassandra is either naturally gifted, or incredibly good at studying. Either way, she maintains a near perfect GPA. ♦ She can talk for hours about nothing. ♦ She has played the violin since she was 6, and practice makes permanent. ♦ She makes excellent waffles. gift ♦ Though she can overdo it sometimes, Kassandra’s gift seems to have a natural gift for ‘leading.’ She takes charge, and seems to be right at home there. Her favorite class is speech and debate, as she finds her greatest skill to be her public speaking.

•p e r s o n a l i t y Kassandra is a confident person, at face level. She’s comfortable with herself, something rare for a person her age. She was raised to be a good person, and aspires to be a leader. Her parents were successful, and self-made, and their ideals have worn off onto their child. She’s extroverted and naturally charismatic, a person who thinks everyone has a voice and that their voices should be heard. Her parents raised her right, or at least as best they could. Kassandra does her best to be the best she can be, trying to make them proud. She runs her life around that, and it isn’t without its negatives. Kassandra has high expectations for herself. In fact, her standards for herself are set so high its almost impossible for her to reach them, and she’s very openly hard on herself over it. An A- isn’t an acceptable grade — it means she’s either stupid, or didn’t study hard enough, and both are equally unacceptable for her. She can be overbearing at times as well. She has trouble understanding when people have had enough so to speak, and assumes people who aren’t as extroverted as she is just need to be dragged ‘out of their shells;’ it's what her mother told her, and why would she believe anything else? Overall, Kassandra does her best to be a good person, and does her best to have a positive influence on those around her. •h i s t o r y Kassandra was adopted at birth by a wealthy couple who could never have kids of her own. With birth parents who never wanted anything to do with her, Kassandra has no interest in meeting them either. She was raised never wanting anything, and was taught from a young age her parents’s road to success. Her father, Anthony Hawthorne, founded and runs a large construction company that operates in Southern California, where Kassandra was born and raised. Her mother, Ashley Hawthorne, owns and runs a thriving bakery (Kassandra receives care packages of snacks from her mother biweekly). Both of her parents are older (in their late 50s); when they discovered they couldn’t have children naturally, and decided to adopt, they chose to do it once their lives were ‘settled.’ As Kassandra grew up, her parents tried to instill their values into her, which seems to have worked. Watching her parents work hard from as far back as she can remember, Kass thinks anything can be done if you work hard enough. She’s had every opportunity in the world, and is forever grateful to her parents for it — from what she understands, if they hadn’t adopted her, her life would be much, much different. From freshman year, Kassandra has attended Wellington Academy. Her parents told her she could go to any school she liked, but only one school really interested her. Sending out her application and waiting in anticipation for the acceptance or rejection letter to arrive were some of the worst days of her life, but once she was in, Kassandra was more than excited. She came out to her parents one year ago, something she did from the safety and distance of Wellington academy… it was the most nerve wracking experience of her life, but to her delight, both of her parents have been nothing but supportive of her. •cottage - •what did you pack? Kassandra overpacks every year. She brings more school supplies than she needs, her laptop, her iPad, tons of clothes, her violin, several stuffed animals, and a few pieces of wall art. extras Weller Stars: 3

Abigail O’Connel

Bee

Abigail Rachel O’Connel ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 16 | Female | 5'1" | Pansexual | Sophomore ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ HELPING OLD PEOPLE WITH COMPUTERS. ♦ People who say scumbag. Seriously? ♦ Pepper grinders. Bee doesn’t have for that, dude. ♦ People who think she’s a weeb. Okay, maybe like a little bit, but not that much! Get off her back. Likes ♦ Taking things apart! Putting them back together is almost as satisfying, but its not quite the same. ♦ Skateboarding. Is she the best? Depends on the context. In the world? No. In Wellington Academy? Most likely. ♦ Mary Jane. JuSt Don't geT cAUGHt. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ Bee’s got a lot of skills, so really it depends on who you ask. If you ask her? Her best skill is getting through school by doing the minimal amount of work to obtain that glorious, oh so righteous C- average. Who needs more than that? She’s also good at video games. gift ♦ Abigail is a natural when it comes to technology; both hardware, and software. She’s loved taking things apart and putting them back together since she was a kid, and as she got older she found a penchant for messing with code, and software as well. She’s pretty much a wizard, depending on who you ask. Mostly, if you ask her.

•p e r s o n a l i t y First and foremost, Bee is loud and proud. She openly doesn’t care what people think of her, and she’s very clear with what she thinks of people. Abigail is a bit of a stereotype; she plays video games, she lives on the internet, and she occasionally leaves the house to skateboard. She thinks she’s funny, but in reality she’s probably just obnoxious to most normies. Bee can and will aggressively talk over people if she isn’t finished speaking, and her biggest secret is that she’s never finished speaking. She’ll rant and rave about things for hours, usually things she’s the only one in the room who likes. She likes to sleep, and will often sleep past or through her classes. She does her best to take seats in the far back to make sure she can catch a few extra z’s, but some of her instructors have recently taken to moving her to the front — and even worse, calling on her when she doesn’t volunteer. So what if she’s smart? It wasn’t her choice to be a ‘gifted’ student! Despite her negatives, Abigail actually makes a good friend. Sharing a sense of humor with her turns her from obnoxious to hilarious, and sharing her interests turns her rants into legitimate discussions. The problem with Abigail is that she’s too obsessed with ‘not caring what other people think’ to the point that she cares what other people think too much. Abigail hardly tries at anything that matters, and makes fun of those who do. She’s a ball of proudly wasted potential, and she seems to know it and revel in that fact. •h i s t o r y Abigail is from New York, New York. The city so nice, they named it twice, the Big Apple or whatever. Specifically, Abigail is from Brooklyn, where she lives in a hilariously expensive home that’s equally hilariously small. Seriously, Abigail thinks half the reason she has to attend Wellington Academy is so her parents can have more space. Her father is a successful lawyer, and her mother is a stay at home mom. Her father’s occupation may be the source of her penchant for arguing. From a young age, Abigail showed she learned at an accelerated rate. Her parents wanted to take advantage of it, pushing her to join gifted programs in school, and she tended to excel even there. It wasn’t until she got a bit older she started to push back. Despite victories on the national level at Youth Academic Decathlons and spelling bees, Abigail wasn’t enjoying the way she was going. She wasn’t having fun, and she was frankly sick and tired of working so hard. She wanted to play video games and relax, not be treated like a lab specimen because she was smart and ‘could be successful one day.’ At age 13, she decided to rebel. She started wearing different clothes, changing her style to be the exact opposite of the cute dresses her mother wanted her to wear. She forced everyone to start calling her ‘Bee’ instead of Abigail, though her mother still resists (bitch.); at least her father fulfills the request. She even thought about chopping her hair off, but her mother put a stop to that before she even had a chance to schedule a time with a barber. In an attempt to further her rebellion, Abigail found her way to the devil’s lettuce, as it were. Starting to get stoned at age fourteen, the summer before her freshman year, her parents found they had no idea what to do with her anymore. They let her get away with it, because Abigail had proven in the past she’d end up getting away with it anyway (and, in her defense, her dad did it anyway). Midway through the summer, after the seventeenth screaming match with her mother, with Abigail defending herself and claiming she wasn’t wasting her potential, her dad stepped in. Her dad had always done his best to stay friends with her, and Abigail appreciated it. When she wanted new clothes, it was her dad that took her shopping. When she wanted to start skateboarding, it was her dad who watched over her in the skatepark while still wearing his work suit. So, when her father said he had a proposal, she was at least willing to listen. Wellington Academy. It was where her father had gone to school, and he felt like the school could draw her potential out in healthy, non combative ways. Abigail listened, but she didn’t like it at first. What were her other options, she asked? Her father’s response was simple; you stay here, and your mother puts you on lockdown. At the Academy, he promised, Bee could at least have a little bit of freedom. Abigail agreed, with some contingencies in place. She would stay at the Academy for the holidays, out of spite, and until her mother was willing to apologize, or at the very least start calling her by her preferred name, Bee would only speak with her father. Out of desperation, her dad agreed. He’s been sleeping on the couch and in the office ever since, and Bee has only left the Wellington grounds when the staff absolutely requires her to. Wellington has yet to ‘draw out her potential,’ but Bee is starting to at least get comfortable here after her first year. •cottage - •what did you pack? Fully intending to live at the Academy, Abigail packed everything. Her clothes, her skateboard, her video game systems, her entire computer setup, her laptop, her ‘work’ (read: torrenting) laptop, her manga, her tablet for reading manga, jelly beans (read: hidden bud), actual jelly beans, and finally, three pairs of shoes. Her father sends her things she requests, and seems to be genuinely doing his best. Her mother does not speak to her. extras themesong Weller Moons: 2 (I don’t deserve one of those, you ask anybody.)

Oliver Stroud

Ollie

Oliver Dylan Stroud ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 18 | Male | 6’4” | Straight | Senior ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ Puppies. Grown dogs are fine, but Oliver can’t handle puppies very well. They’re often not trained, and messy! ♦ Grilled cheese. He likes melts, which are actually factually different. ♦ Missing his cat. Oliver tried to convince the school his cat was an emotional support animal, to no avail. Likes ♦ Running! He would be on track and team if he was motivated, but he prefers not to. He just runs as a hobby. ♦ Rap music. ♦ Eating. He burns a lot of calories, being as physical active as he is — he needs to consume a lot of calories, given that he’s so large. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ Oliver has a natural affinity for physical activity. Weightlifting, sports, running, etc. He loves it, and it seems to love him back. He’d like to one day be a physical therapist or even a personal trainer, but is a little intimidated by the schooling, and has mostly resigned to finding his way into sports instead. gift ♦ Oliver likes to cook. He’s a natural at it, and could very reasonably be a chef in the future. He started out by following YouTube recipes while wanting to improve his health and watch his macros, but it’s evolved into Ollie cooking enough food for the whole cottage, if they ask anyway.

•p e r s o n a l i t y Oliver just wants people to see the fun he sees in physical activity. From offering to help make diet plans, to helping people in the gym, Oliver believes everyone can be a bit more healthy than they are, and he takes it upon himself to help with that. He’s approachable and will listen to people’s problems if they bring them to him. Not always able to offer the ideal advice, Ollie is proud to offer his friends (and he considers everyone his friend) a rock to lean on, and an ear to talk to. Oliver is the first person to ask if someone is okay. Despite being a warm and caring person, Oliver struggles with schoolwork. The basics are a bit confusing for him, and he has to take his time, or ask his classmates for help with his homework. He works hard, and he’ll never give up. He has a long way to go to reach his goals, but he seems determined to find his footing one day. •h i s t o r y Oliver was raised by a struggling single father, and Oliver wants to be successful enough to make sure his dad never has to work again. The pair are absolutely best friends, and Oliver will often say ‘well, my dad says’ about any given situation. Oliver’s father had to juggle two jobs, and raising a son while Oliver was growing up, and it wasn’t easy for either of them, though their struggle just helped forge their bond even stronger. At a young age, Oliver learned to be independent — he learned to cook and clean with the help of the internet (you can learn anything on YouTube nowadays), and he made sure his dad didn’t have to worry about the house. When he was twelve, he adopted a kitten he found in a box while walking home from school. The cat is named Snowflake, and is Oliver’s rock. Before coming to Wellington Academy, he would talk to Snowflake while cleaning or cooking at his home, and he found it was the best way for him to relax and unwind after a long day of school. Oliver started attending Wellington in his freshman year, after long talks with his dad about whether or not they wanted to try and even apply. At Wellington, Oliver is finding his footing. He’s spending less time worrying and stressing about homelife, and more time enjoying his youth, something his dad is happy to see. The only thing Oliver wishes is that the school would let him bring his cat, but he manages with video chats with Snowflake and his dad. During the holidays, Oliver goes home and works with his father, to contribute as much as he can, but at Wellington, he gets to really relax and enjoy the amenities the school offers. This year, he plans to stay at the Academy for parts of the holidays, and take a break for his last year here. •cottage - •what did you pack? Oliver packs light. He only brought a few essentials — his phone, a laptop he saved for almost two whole summers to buy, and then clothes. He also brought his lucky pen! It’s been out of ink for a while, but he can’t figure out how to reload it — so he just keeps it tucked in the breastpocket of his uniform anyway! extras Weller Stars: 2