no thanks

“Dialing what down?” If this girl is picking up on something from her, she’s one hell of an empath. Allie’s in what she calls Walking Corpse Mode. In plain speak, she’s pretty much numb, emotions lurking too far below the surface for herself to feel, let alone another person. But she looks over her shoulder and around the pool, and there’s no one else in sight.

She plopped herself on the bed again, checking the alarm clock battery and wondering the very same thing. “I don’t think this thing lets me choose whether or not it’s a weekend or a weekday alarm,” she replied. “I think it’s just an every day thing.” Which meant that at some point she should probably remember to turn it off for the sake of her roommate. But whatever.

Setting the clock to the side, she returned her focus to Angel, the easy smile still sitting on her face. “Tell you what,” she began. “I’ll restock on coffee on apology, cause I’m pretty sure we’re out. Should I pick up ice cream for later?”

Of course it doesn’t. “That reminds me, why the fuck don’t you just use your phone as an alarm? Then neither of us would have to be up for at least another two hours.” She says, phrasing it like she actually cares about how much sleep Euna gets. Spoiler alert: her only vested interest here is that tomorrow is Sunday and she doesn’t want to be awake before noon on a day she doesn’t even have class.

Did she want coffee or did she want to keep her roommate under the impression she hates her guts? Angel looks at Euna thoughtfully, nope that one’s a lost cause. “Cookies n cream ice cream and I’ll call us even.”

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The alarm had managed to make its way into her dream, so when Euna woke up sprawled face down on the ground, legs still tangled in the bed sheets and not comfortably in a tree, she was more than understandably confused. Five seconds later and it finally registered that there was an alarm buzzing in her ear holy shit she needed to get up, and she let out a yell that vaguely resembled that of a velociraptor.

Flailing her arms to sit herself up she ran around the room, rushing to put her things together before finally registering a sticky note on her closet door. “Saturday,” she muttered, blinking at the neon paper. A breath of relief escaped her and she turned around with a slightly manic grin on her face. “So were you going to just let me run out without telling me or were you going to stop me?” she asked, laughter running underneath her words.

Angel’s already requested a dorm change. Multiple times in fact, but no, faculty and their dumb ass rules about perma-dorming to promote teamwork or some shit. All it’s promoting in Angel is an urge to commit murder. First there’s the alarm buzzing at ass o’clock in the morning. Second there’s an inhuman fucking screech making her ears bleed. Then it’s the last minute rush to get ready finally convincing Angel she’s not going back to sleep.

“Not a morning person Euna,” she hisses through clenched teeth. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands, and flutters her wings sleepily. Could she break that alarm without Euna noticing she wonders absent-mindedly. “Why do you need to set the damn alarm on a weekend? Aren’t weekdays bad enough?” Angel doesn’t even have to wake up early on weekdays, she’d taken all afternoons, but of course Euna.

rory was taking a shortcut through the dorms to get to his room on the other side of campus. he’d been in a cabin for a bit, but the envirronmental impact was worse than living in the school. he kept it open for a bit, but mostly to chop wood. “you should go back to the dorms. it’s after-hours.”

She snorts, “Yeah well there’s a reason I’m not in that cesspool.” Absently she wonders if he’s just being a stickler or if there are actual rules about being here at night. She’s sure there are safety rules about the pool itself, but the whole room? “I meant what I said about the emotions,” she says turning to face him, and making a gesture to turn it down.

bailey sat on top of the science building a lot, and while she wasn’t technically supposed to, she didn’t get caught often. when she heard footsteps, she turned a little and looked in the direction of where they came from, “i hope you’re not here to try and kick me off this roof.”

“Depends, will that get you to go flying with me?” Angel asks, sitting down next to the only person in this institute she can fucking tolerate. “I think I’ve seen you up here a couple times, looking for a place to think?”

being in the dark, was where she felt the most peace. it was silly really, being named after a flower that needed the sun to survive and yet she flourished in the darkness. she glanced up at the person who walked into the empty classroom and let out a sigh, scooting off the desk she’d been perched on. “and here i believed that the lights being off would defer anyone from intruding..”

“And here I believed this classroom isn’t your property. Silly me, but oh wait,” she says laying the innocent tone on thick. Of course Angel had noticed someone was in the room, but the whole school was a little crowded at the moment, and one person she hated was better than five she was indifferent to in this scenario.

            despite being at the phoenix foundation for ten years, priscilla felt like she was so out of place. the woman hadn’t got over past traumas and it seemed that most knew that they were walking on thin ice when in her presence. she had never been a leader and there was a risk that her newly found power had the potential to get to her head and cause harm to others; this would have gone against the very values of the institute so it was best that they kept an eye on her. still, she hadn’t got over past traumas and they plagued her mind frequently. brow furrowing as priscilla heard the younger woman’s voice, they soon raised as she turned her head. “excuse me?”  those with these type of powers were far too intrusive, especially when she tried so hard to put up a tough front. “you should probably enroll in extra lessons, if you’re having trouble dealing… little girls that think they know everything test my patience.” the woman didn’t have the intention to be condescending when she had opened her mouth. instead, her bitterness had taken over and she needed to make her opinion known, even if the other could already sense her frustrations. her problem was that it was delivered in an extremely defensive way…

❛ OLIVIA HOLT, 21, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ❜ ― was that JULIET HALIFAX? the COLLEGE JUNIOR has been attending for the foundation for THREE YEARS. some say they are LIVELY, but they can also be IMPULSIVE. their mutations include wing manifestation, and empathy, which may be why they also go by ANGEL.