#glaciierqueen

@glaciierqueen

He was in trouble.

So much trouble that, for once, instead of his usual upbeat, friendly, enthusiastic demeanor that earned all the favors of his students in his class, he was sitting on the bench instead, seeming distracted and solemn as exhibited by the furrow of his brows and distant blue gaze. If Colonello were caught by his head of department right at this moment, he would be indicted for neglecting the nurturing of their national athletes-----but supposedly he would prefer such accusation than what was on his mind at this moment though.

The blonde took a glance at his watch for the umpteenth time that period, mentally counting down the seconds with the tapping of his impatient foot. Then up he stood, ruffling his hair and looking out across the gymnasium for his students before summoning them with his whistle.

“Someone’s booked the place for the evening, don’t stay long, kora.”

☣ Have you ever rp'd with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about? 

Un..fortunately yes? a couple times? Usually because I’d find out after the fact, and then I’d be skeptical about just taking word of mouth/hesitant about just immediately unfollowing them. but thankfully I was never tight with any of those people, I just kinda distanced myself and watched them make a fool of themselves tbh.

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

    “It’s called window shopping.”

@glaciierqueen 

He woke up with a startle, adrenaline immediately pumping through his blood to give him strength to launch himself up into a ready, defensive stance. When nothing attacked him, he felt his brief burst of energy left him and he swayed in exhaustion, nearly collapsing to his knees. He felt nauseated, his every movement was like lead, like the blood in his limbs has been cut off. He could recognize the syndromes easily, the feeling of being drugged. 

He quickly took note of his surroundings. The scene in front of him was vaguely familiar, and it took a while for him to remember why. It has been almost three years since he lay eyes upon Namimori Middle School’s gym. The lights were off and the outside through the shutters looked dark. He felt for his wrists, but they were bare of any watch. He has nothing on his body but the clothes he has been wearing before he found himself here and his Vongola ring around his throat. In the eerie silence of the school gym, the basketball court seemed to stretch on forever in front of him. 

Takeshi inhaled, then exhaled slowly to calm his racing heartbeat. The drugs in his body was still in his system, and getting agitated would only worsen his situation. He straightened up, slowly and cautiously, took a breath before he turned to exit the gym. The outside of the gym was similarly dark and silent, absent of any trace of human life. It was an unsettling feeling, and Takeshi was suddenly hit with an urgency to find his friends. 

Up ahead was the cafeteria and so he made his way there. It was clearly the right choice, because as soon as he got within the vicinity of the cafeteria, he felt a presence there and he stiffened. His fingers curled around empty space, and he dearly wished that he had his sword with him -- or something makeshift to replace it anyway. He entered the cafeteria, and instantly his eyes zeroed in on a silhouette standing in the middle of the cafeteria.