#drwstarter

&&. * JULIAN . the music bounced around in his skull as he placed his things on the bedside table. he had unpacked quickly - having few items to call his own could be beneficial after all - and now stood in the middle of the room arranging and rearranging items out of pure anxiety . it takes him three tries to walk through the door to the hallway - another leftover from his childhood, not knowing many people made you terrified of talking to anyone new - but finally he makes it out, looking around curiously. 

Jia may not have had martial arts with her family every day anymore, but that didn’t mean she was going to get lazy while at school about physical fitness. She had both earbuds in, blasting her music as she jogged around campus. There was still so much of the area she hadn’t had a chance to explore yet, and she wanted to see everything.

Smoking was one of the only things that Oscar felt like got him through the shitty months of shitty school in this shitty body. He knew he probably looked like a cliche, a human in a black leather jacket smoking and leaning his back on the side of the building. Did he care? Fuck no.

And now, a shadow loomed over him for some reason and seemed to want something from him. Did he like that? Fuck no.

“Can I help you?” he asked, venom dripping off his stupidly short tongue.

Of course, nothing that sparkled on that tiara was real. But it was pretty. And it would still look damn good on her head. Even her stupid human head. She wouldn’t be able to get away with outright taking it, but sneaking in for a photo? More than doable.

She was right. She did look good in it.

She had just finished snapping the picture and was pocketing her phone when she realized she wasn’t alone. She was caught. Wide smile on her face, she turned around to face whoever had entered. “Like what you see, darling?”

but here it is, yet again in disarray despite her remembering vividly that she had left it picture-perfect when she had left in the morning. with a sigh, she begins smoothing out the sheets; making sure to make the corners nice and tight before going to give the same treatment to the pillows. there, that looks better.

❛ forgive me, ❜ she starts, giving the final adjustment to her bed before finally looking up to address whomever had entered. hands wiping on her side as she manages a small smile for them, hoping their presence wasn’t a prelude to bad news. ❛ but unless you’re harlow rider, i think you’re in the wrong room. ❜

Of course there was an undercurrent of excitement, this school potentially being a fresh start, a chance to be whoever she wanted to be, but she wasn’t that naive; she was still Li Jia, and people here would know of her parents and siblings. She just hoped that people would give her a chance to let her be herself before the expectations of similarity set in.

She was considering this and looking down at the map the school provided when she bumped into someone and dropped it. 

“Shoot, I’m sorry,” she said, bowing her head and going to pick up the map before meeting the eyes of the ones she ran into.