There are some coping methods THAT SHOULD JUST NOT HAPPEN
Who: Olette and YOU
Location: De Plaza, outside of one of the cafes
Time: Late Afternoon
Style: Any
Status: OPEN
There was a girl outside. More specifically, there was a girl at one of the cafe tables, a blue-tinted ice cream stick lying beside her on top of a stack of books and a few scattered notebook pages. And what was the girl doing? Surely what all fifteen-year-old girls did when they were by themselves. Doodling on the pages, perhaps? Making lists of cute guys? Reading romance novels?
... None of the above, actually (though even Olette had her girly moments; Hayner and Pence just never found out about the few books she owned of that particular genre). She was writing rather intently in aforementioned notebook, distracted words escaping every now and then.
"Then the mysteries of the mansion were never... fully ex... plained... but the nature of... ugh, maybe I should have done math first. Or at least gotten started earlier-- it's getting dark."
And back to writing she went.
Was she doing homework?
ooc: because when you miss your best friends and you're homesick, you do the one thing your best friends won't do without your prompting. Someone. Anyone. PLEASE STOP HER.
Location: De Plaza, outside of one of the cafes
Time: Late Afternoon
Style: Any
Status: OPEN
There was a girl outside. More specifically, there was a girl at one of the cafe tables, a blue-tinted ice cream stick lying beside her on top of a stack of books and a few scattered notebook pages. And what was the girl doing? Surely what all fifteen-year-old girls did when they were by themselves. Doodling on the pages, perhaps? Making lists of cute guys? Reading romance novels?
... None of the above, actually (though even Olette had her girly moments; Hayner and Pence just never found out about the few books she owned of that particular genre). She was writing rather intently in aforementioned notebook, distracted words escaping every now and then.
"Then the mysteries of the mansion were never... fully ex... plained... but the nature of... ugh, maybe I should have done math first. Or at least gotten started earlier-- it's getting dark."
And back to writing she went.
Was she doing homework?
ooc: because when you miss your best friends and you're homesick, you do the one thing your best friends won't do without your prompting. Someone. Anyone. PLEASE STOP HER.