16 Mar 2025, 15:11
First weekend breakfast. Goal: Get out as soon as Possible.
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Current outfit:Owl to Join!
β Severely ripped up, loose black jeans with
embroidered black roses on sides with emerald
green leaves with fishnet stockings underneath.
β Tight black t-shirt with the words "α΅ππ΅πα΅π ππ ππκππ"
β Black army-type boots, with silver accents
β Silver pirate rings with the usual skull and crossbones decor.
β Several choker's, ranging from silver to black along with my usual assortment of piercings.
β Black headphones with my magical radio in my pocket.
Current Hairstyle:
β Dutch braids that end in 2 tight buns, with silver string threaded through them.
I walked into the Great Hall, humming while bobbing my head to the beat. I hummed along, quietly singing the lyrics to my favorite song, "Animal I've Become" by 3 Day's Grace. I sneered at all the loud and rancorous noise my fellow housemates were making. I sat down at the ver end of the table. I inwardly sighed when I saw that the people close to me were inching away. Outwardly, I just smirked at their clear discomfort. I knew that most people were uncomfortable with what was strange or different. Here, was the same. I simply dug into what was on the table. I didn't really care for the stares. I started to eat slowly, watching. Waiting, to see the others reactions. I chose blood pudding, and got some grossed out stares for it. I drank some orange juice while watching the Great Hall. Jeez, haven't they ever seen someone eat blood pudding? I thought irritably as the stares grew stronger.I couldn't help myself. I loved the taste of copper on my tongue, and it was the only thing that nobody had touched or spit over on it. At least they are leaving me alone. I thought happily.
Last edited by Prat Pass on 16 Mar 2025, 16:34, edited 1 time in total.
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
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