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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 22:27:44 GMT -5
Dark had been hearing about the roof from students in-class. Dark went during his free period and sat on a vent for the air system in the school. He opens his messenger bag and takes out his notebook and started to write.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Apr 19, 2015 15:21:48 GMT -5
--- Days have been long and tiring lately for the exotic beauty. She was often a busy body but lately things had been kicking into overdrive and she often found herself all over the place. Surprisingly even with the oddity and violence that this school exuded she was able to kick back just a bit more than usual. Not that there weren't days where some douche wanted to puff their chest out at her but she cared very little for their bravado. Those with underground connections that just so happened to attend the school knew her as Michael De Luca's step daughter so there were days where things were a bit of a headache to deal with but whatever. With a heavy sigh Cereza had made it up the steps to the roof with a pair of buds in each ear playing a tune as she strolled with a certain grace over the rooftop pavement. Her infamous white fedora rested on her head with most of her locs tucked in, creating an illusion that she possessed short hair when indeed it was much longer. Gray gems glanced to the other that was on one of the vents but she continued paying no mind as she went to the edge and rested her arms on the brim of the gate railing. Her white leather knuckle gloved covered hands dangled a little over as the breeze swept through.
~So much bullshit lately.~
[Ooc: Reference of her appearance look at sig.]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 16:09:13 GMT -5
Dark would put his notebook away as Cereza walked in the door, and went and leaned on the railing. Dark would get up and sling his bag strap over his head on to his chest, to where the bag would lay on his hip. Dark would then say "E-excuse me, a-are you s-skipping c-class?".
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