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Aug 11, 2017 23:08:34 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 23:08:34 GMT
Juniper made her way out of the classroom Juniper sighed loudly clicking her shoulder as she rolled them back. Trying to will the stress away – she’d only been set three extra-long homework assignments in the space of a morning which was completely unfair. What fascist regime set four essays with the same deadline date! She felt the anxiety bubbling in the back of her mind. Taking a deep breath she stopped and wild it away. She would deal with her troublesome thoughts later… She couldn’t allow herself to worry too much now. The day was far from over and after this short break in the day she’d back to long hours in a tiny cramped classroom – with more troubles for her to deal with. Longingly she cast a glance outside. Call her a cliché but all the little elf wanted was to be out amongst the wilds – and as much as hated her old school she missed the freedom of sneaking off and ditching classes without worry of being caught.
It was considerably harder to do this in the middle of Antarctica. At least she had the courtyard to keep her occupied, its lush design made it easier to imagine she was somewhere else.
Sitting herself down on one of the wooden benches she lounged back haphazardly and watched as the world went by.
For a moment she wandered where her friends were - class schedules had turned out quite oddly this year. She hoped they were having a better day than she was.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Aug 11, 2017 23:38:09 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 11, 2017 23:38:09 GMT
Today was a long day. Rosalind hadn't seen Deimos since this morning, and she hadn't slept for almost a week. She'd managed to nap a couple of times here or there but the nightmares were keeping her awake more than anything, and she hadn't found anything to stop the that wasn't alcohol, and she tried not to drink, especially with Deimos around. So Rosalind had been more or less a zombie the past few days.
She trudged to the courtyard. It was always peaceful in there, a nice escape when she didn't want to be alone in Deimos' room. It reminded her of home, something that was welcome in the vast winter wonderland she was stuck in. Still, she missed the actual outside, and couldn't wait for the day she graduated and she could move somewhere that had trees and grass and sun.
Once she reached the courtyard Rosie noticed a small amount of people were already in here. Not many, thankfully. It took her until she began moving toward the benches to notice someone was sitting there. "Oh! Hi Juni."
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Aug 14, 2017 23:25:08 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 23:25:08 GMT
Opening her satchel the young elf took out her notepad and began to doodle absentmindedly long intricate swirls of flowers that swept across the page. It soothed her and she felt the calm wash over her body – her mother Niamh had taught her to do this Niamh being one of the number one therapists in their small state had insisted on her daughter begin finding coping methods for her anxiety. Ways to channel that nervous energy Juniper bottled up in ways which didn’t involve her tearing up her life and making bad decisions. Not that Juniper had ever done anything so drastic (yet) but Niamh prepared for anything so if drawing away worries helped Juniper Niamh had supplied her with all the art supplies she could come across.
Looking up she grinned as Rosalind approached feeling her nervous energy shift into something much more positive. Her friend always had such a calming effect on her and while Juniper new that was mostly to do with Rosalind’s abilities as a fairy she also believed that just being amongst a friendly face helped her.
“Hey girl,” she grinned, “How’s your classes been this morning, I hope they’ve been better than mine.” She grinned patting a space beside her gesturing for Rosalind to sit.
“I am so done with today and it hasn’t even begun.” She frowned, “do you think they’d notice if I napped here all day?”
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
Engaged to Deimos Beck
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Aug 19, 2017 21:33:59 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 19, 2017 21:33:59 GMT
"They're boring. I don't understand why I need math, it's so hard." Rosalind whined, sinking onto the bench next to Juniper. Rosalind never particularly cared for the actual academic part of being at the school. Before leaving home, her and her twin had been homeschooled more or less. Otherworld Academy had been her introduction to an actual structured institution, and she found it didn't fit well with her. Sitting and listening to someone speak tended to fly over her head, and she usually left class more confused than she'd been coming in. If it were the human world, Rosalind would have been academically dismissed already.
"What's wrong? Why aren't classes going well?" Rosie asked, projecting a bit of good energy to her friend. At the question she gave a light shrug, smiling a bit. "I dunno, maybe? I won't tell if you do. Honestly I could use a nap myself."
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