Kuro — Roleplayer Guild

Location: Stadium - Dundas Islands, Pacific OceanFirst Class #2.65 Canis
Interaction(s): Coop @psych0pomp, Elle @Skai, Simone and Layla @Lord Wraith Previously: You Go Your Way, I Go Mine

Steady, Haleigh, steady.

Haleigh breathed through her nose, hoping to calm her nerves and relax tension. Blackjack had already been at their wits' end in since Cass' death, and Haleigh was no exception. To anyone who looked her way, she was a nervous wreck. It'd been some time since Haleigh had gotten into a verbal confrontation with another, and yet today she had already been into two. She wanted to run far, far away, but the trauma and anger was glued to her soul like gum to a shoe.

She couldn't do right by Cass. She couldn't do right by her so-called friends. Had this been the path she was doomed to walk upon forevermore? Had she simply replaced the worry and anxiety of old with that of frustration and hate? It'd take some soul-searching to figure that out. Maybe a visit to Dr. Edwards as well.

But Haleigh couldn't wallow in her sorrows now. There were still things that needed to be done at this event.

"Sorry... about earlier." Haleigh spoke, turning to the newbies that Rory had thrown his phone to. "The past week has taken a toll. Though, you four already know that. You were there at the Plateau."

As one of the Blackjack newbies took their leave after Rory towards the house banners, Haleigh took the time to stuff her own house invitations back into their envelope.

"Since we're introducing ourselves, I'm Haleigh. If you ever need to know what's safe to eat around here, or which brands are best for the outdoors, then just swing by." Haleigh replied with a somber smile, following along Rory's lead in dropping random trivia facts about themselves. "Oh, and don't worry about the wheelchair. I don't think I'll be needing it anymore."

Her thoughts flickered back to what Tad told her. At least as long as I have this inhibitor... or I learn to control my powers. 

"Anyway, I'm sure I'll be seeing you all later. We still have things to do, so we should probably get to it."

Grabbing the handles of her wheelchair, Haleigh rolled it over by Jim. There, the wheelchair would be out of place from the crowd, and it would be in a spot she could remember to grab it later to return. She wasn't sure if Jim had anything to say about her prior outburst, but Haleigh decided she'd face judge, jury and executioner and take whatever came her way. But right now, she needed to decide which house she was going to join—a choice that had already been long made.

Following the crowd of students, Haleigh walked over to the house rows, each stand adorned with their sigils and other such things. She didn't stop to consider her other options, and instead made a straight beeline to Canis, where Rory was already standing. The other two houses may have been equally valid choices, but Haleigh's memory of Cass trumped everything else. She'd make Canis a house worthy of his name. That was a promise.

"Haleigh Crawford." Haleigh announced, stepping forward once Rory had finished. "Just like my teammate, I'm here to accept House Canis' invitation as well."


_{Ah, Ritman High—the place where nightmares are made. Standing on the field brought back old memories for Anni; some she felt she still wasn't ready to face despite promising Hanna to let things go. Even to this day, she could still remember each and every painful moment. The spot over by the team benches where she had juice thrown at her while preforming at a home game. The corner of the outer track where she had been purposefully tripped during gym. It all came flooding back to Anni, who couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by just being here. Although the group conversed among themselves, Anni stood in silence. She couldn't speak, as if her vocal cords had been clamped shut. How pathetic, Anni thought of herself. The memories had always been in her head, and she even once swore revenge for what she suffered through. But now, faced with the music, Anni felt like her high school self all over again. Anxious. Afraid. Upset. She had managed to work up the courage to face CJ head-on, but Ritman was an entirely different beast that she wasn't prepared for. Get a hold of yourself, Anni. She thought, hoping the others were too distracted to pay attention to her. You can't even face the very thing you wanted to take up arms against! Gulping, Anni attempted to force her anxiety back, hidden away where no one could see it. It didn't help much.} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	^{█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO death of me — royal & the serpent} ^{ritman field interacting with: n/a} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}

_{Ah, Ritman High—the place where nightmares are made.

Standing on the field brought back old memories for Anni; some she felt she still wasn't ready to face despite promising Hanna to let things go. Even to this day, she could still remember each and every painful moment. The spot over by the team benches where she had juice thrown at her while preforming at a home game. The corner of the outer track where she had been purposefully tripped during gym. It all came flooding back to Anni, who couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by just being here.

Although the group conversed among themselves, Anni stood in silence. She couldn't speak, as if her vocal cords had been clamped shut. How pathetic, Anni thought of herself. The memories had always been in her head, and she even once swore revenge for what she suffered through. But now, faced with the music, Anni felt like her high school self all over again. Anxious. Afraid. Upset. She had managed to work up the courage to face CJ head-on, but Ritman was an entirely different beast that she wasn't prepared for.

Get a hold of yourself, Anni. She thought, hoping the others were too distracted to pay attention to her. You can't even face the very thing you wanted to take up arms against!

Gulping, Anni attempted to force her anxiety back, hidden away where no one could see it. It didn't help much.}

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