sword hearted

do you have a “power outfit” that you can do anything in? describe it.

first of all, bold of you to assume all of my outfits aren’t power outfits, but if i had to pick just one i think i would go with my red jumpsuit, combined with black vans and black tshirt.

have you ever helped someone’s dream or wish come true? what happened?

i helped orion get some sence into his head when i punched him a few months ago, does that count?

can you speak another language?

i can speak a little bit of french, thanks to my grandfather who barely spoke any english to us.

are you happy single or do you wish you were in a relationship?

happy single. i tried the relationship thing once before and i would not recommend. zero out of ten, would not be doing that again. 

if you could spend a day in the life of any other student, who would you pick and why?

andrea didn’t know it just yet but she was missing something too. only she likely wouldn’t notice the gold midi ring with small quartz stone was gone until she wanted to wear it. it wasn’t special, and she was disorganised with her clothes and accessories at the best of times. she’d bought the ring in a pack of six from a market back in conneticiut last summer. and if other people hadn’t had things taken as well she would just assume she lost it at some point, that it slipped off her finger at a party months ago and she hadn’t noticed. not that someone had pulled apart all her things and taken it for themselves or for some unknown reason.

for the moment, she was far more concerned for the state of her clothes, strewn across the campsite dusted in dirt and leaves. she’d either have to put them all through the laundry or wear dirty clothes and for what? what the fuck had this been for, she wondered. she was lost in her thoughts as she kneeled over a small pile of things, investigating a white school shirt that could be her’s or any other girl’s, when arlo called out. confused by his question she furrowed her brows a second and shook her head “ no, don’t think so, ” she might have seen them, but she was really only focused on looking for her own things. “ but, you know, ” she gestured around her, though a lot had already been collected up there was still a fair amount of belongings scattered around. “ still loads of shit out here. ” she finished her thought before her eyes focused on a sweater by arlo’s feet. she pointed at it, white button down quickly forgotten in her lap, “ can you hold that up? i think it’s mine, ”

“Shit is the right word, indeed.” He couldn’t name how many god awful items of clothing he had been forced to search through just to try and find his sunglasses. It was no secret most of the students had terrible taste, thankfully for the wellbeing of his eyes, most days he was only forced to look at them dressed in the academy’s uniform. However, at the Retreat most of them found themselves dressed with their regular clothes. It was torture enough as it is but having to go through said clothes, one by one? He wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy.

Arlo stepped off the sweater he hadn't even realized he was standing on and slightly kneeled down to pick it up. He held it far away from him as if he was a trash bag filled with litter about to explote at any given moment but the more he inspected it the more he realized it was somewhat decent. “Glad to know I’m not the only one with a fashion sense around here.” He admitted as he offered it back to her. “Are you missing anything?” 

Chaos seemed to have erupted in the cabins, clothes strewn through the place, assortment of rubbish decorating the exterior as students hurried to find all their things amongst fallen debris and old cabin pieces fallen to the ground. Right before the weekend, when everyone was readying to relax, now seemed to stem gossip that before tonight would have spread like a wildfire.

The question on everyone’s lips. Who was responsible?

Amos hadn’t even gone back to his cabin yet, he knew it would be too cramped, everyone bustling and accusing. And partially he did want to be in the line of those accusations, not that he had any credit to take for this. This destruction was done by someone he envied in this moment. But he figured later he’d return, pack his clothes back into bags and see what damage had been done. For now he sat out under the afternoon sun watching the calamity of students rush for all their belongings.

“I’ve not even seen you wear a pair like that,” His tone was easy, standing from his place and dusting grass from his back. “You trying to rake in all the goods you can?” But the question was smothered in a gentle tease, giving away his lack of belief in the words as he approached Arlo.

“And now you’re never going to, because some soon to be dead asshole thought it would a good idea to take ‘em.” Arlo made sure to rise his voice at the key words of the sentence. It wasn't a threat as much as it was an appeal. He didn't let things go easily, if he had to search the entire Retreat to find them and whoever was responsible for stealing his sunglasses he would, and then the fun part would begin.

He kicked around the item of clothing that lay beneath him, it was all messy and wrinkled and he could tell it was a poorly knitted sweater, he didn't have to lean down to graps the material to know it would itch against his skin. “Oh, clearly.” He cackled, sarcasm dripped down his words, he opened his arms wide and gestured around the mess they stood in. Arlo had always been one for the dramatics but ever since he had met Amos he could feel himself becoming even more so. “Such a fine collection, how could I resist?” 

The hint of a smirk played at the curves of his lips the moment his eyes glanced over to Amos, he tried to hide it but it was already growing more and more. “Are you gonna help me look or are you just gonna stand there?” 

At first, when they were just getting off the bus, he had almost laughed at the sudden make over the Retreat had gotten. It certainly made it look more colorful with all the stuff that were laying all over the place, but it wasn’t until he got closer that he realized that all those stuff he had originally thought was trash or food was nothing more than their belongings. His belongings. All color drained from him face in that moment. 

Arlo rushed straight into his room, only to come face to face with an even bigger mess. Well, not really, the entire Retreat seemed to be in the same conditions but from the way his heart started beating the moment he saw his clothes laying all over the ground, one could’ve argued he had stepped into a war zone. He completely ignored whatever was going on outside of those four walls, as he took the time to carefully rearrange every item of clothing back into his suitcases. Some clothes were scattered on the floor, some he found on his roommates beds, and others he had to search for in the grass outside. He didn’t utter a single word to anyone as he did so, he could only handle so much right now.

He had been going through, his now organized belongings, over and over again but each time there was one item that was no where to be seen. His sunglasses. The black ones, to be more precise. He had found some of his stuff outside before, maybe he just needed to keep looking. Arlo was scanning the grass, but it was difficult to spot anything among all the clothes, books and other belongings that he couldn’t even care to name that laid all around the Retreat. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” He muttered to himself. He brought another three pair of sunglasses with him, but that was not the point, they were his and he wanted them back. Who the fuck had even done this? “Hey, you!” He called out without realizing he was stepping over something that certainly wasn’t grass and most definitely belonged to someone. “Did you see a pair of sunglasses laying around here somewhere? Black ray bands, golden earpiece.” 

ARLO IVAN PORTER ( REECE KING ) is a EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR student at Broadripple Academy. HE is originally from MANHATTAN but moved to Broadripple TWO YEARS ago. HE is PASSIONATE and RESOURCEFUL but can also be UNSCRUPULOUS and VULGAR.