Here's to New Friends
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Here's to New Friends Bailey wandered downstairs, and made her way onto the grounds. It was a delightfully sunny day, in the beginning of March, and she had been dying to spend time in the sunlight for AGES. Bailey loved layering and the majesty of the snow, but there was no denying she adored the springtime and the summer. She was dressed up a little more than she typically had been dressing, but a wonderful day like this deserved a cute outfit. Her hair was down, loose around her shoulders. A blue and white checkered sweater hid her white blouse underneath, and she had paired the sweater with a grey skirt.
"If you can change your mind⠀⠀───────────────────────Gold jewelry was bailey's go to, and today was no different. Gold hoops, and a gold necklace accompanied her gold rings.
Making her way out of the castle, she looked around. There was a sunny patch of grass right besides a large willow tree, and she made a beeline for it. She had decided to bring a book with her, and that book was non other than one from her childhood, Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. Bailey loved this book, having read it for the first time before she found out that she was apart of another mythical magical world. Turning back to her roots, the books she grew up reading, brought bailey solace when she could not be home with her family in person, she turned to her second family, the one she had found in her books.
Settling at the base of the tree, bailey cracked open her book, and started reading. A thought crossed her mind... maybe someone will see my book and want to ask about it? or will just need a new friend.. i love making new friends! I could use that distraction right now
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Reducio
word count: 297/200
tags: the one and only @Ara Villa
notes: hope this is an alright starter! sorry it took me so longcan't wait to see how this thread progresses!
we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade
Here's to New Friends
Interaction with @Bailey GladeReducio
RP Date
around late February
Speech
Reducio"Ara's Speech"
'Thoughts'Outfit/s
ReducioPost date
12 April 2025 (1:17am)Ara swore she was going nuts.
She sat on the ground as she stared into her open trunk. But overtime, her trunk didn't look like a trunk from the inside anymore. It was more like a case board when opened. Her fingers were rested under her chin, thinking. Her eyes darted between red-threaded photos and clippings plastered across the inside of her trunk. Like a genius haunted by the patterns no one else could see, every death in the family wasn’t coincidence -- it was calculated, deliberate, a purge of potential heirs cloaked in tragedy. Wealth that once offered comfort now reeked of danger. Each loss narrowed the list, and with every funeral, the target on his back grew clearer. Ara'd been kidnapped those months ago... was it part of this? Probably.
First her brother, then her, and now the first casualty. She couldn't even confirm if it was the first... or the second... or the third.
Was this some sort of stupid revenge plan? She didn't know but a part of her couldn't sleep until she did. Kazumi had died just weeks before. She wanted to grieve, but she couldn't afford to. Kanae was a wreck last time she saw her. She didn't even go out of the walls of Hogwarts anymore except when needing to go to class. She was strategizing, obsessed with probabilities and motive, trying to stay ten steps ahead of a killer who might already be in the room. And worst of all, she knew: the closer they got to him, the more likely the people he cared about would be used as leverage — or worse, become collateral.
Spending her days cooped up in her dorm were ok for her introverted self but after some time, it felt so cooped up and suffocating — as if the world was closing up on her. It was like her brain couldn't think of anything more, almost like it was contained in the room.
As much as she would hate it, she had to. Ara finally got out of that wretched room.
The rays of the sun nearly blinded her as she got out. Something about the colorful happiness exterior of the world when it was so rotten sickened her — in both the good and bad way. It was fascinating, sure but it was tiring how people can be so happy. Kanae was, until she got hit by the battering ram of reality when Kazumi died. He was so young... No. Ara. No crying, this is serious.
She sighed heavily as she dragged herself out to walk along the grounds. The fourteen year old had way too much in her head — she always did but this was... a bit too harsh. Ara climbed a tree, missing the simpler times when she hung upside-down like a bat on a branch to scare her brother's soul out of his body. Good times, especially when his voice cracked hilariously. Those memories got her to do it again. But soemthing was different now, she didn't expect that she'd be the poor unfortunate soul who was jumpscared by a random person.
"OH SHIT—!" she yelled out as she saw a person once she hung down, her legs giving up on her as she fell on her head down the tree next to the unexpecting blonde reader.
RP Word Count: 556/200
OOC: sorry for the wait! Hope the long-ish reply would make up for it
| sta • 10 | eva • 9 | str • 7 SHOP wis • 9 | arc • 9 | acc • 10 |
Here's to New Friends
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Here's to New Friends Bailey loved reading - it had been one of her first loves, besides her family, and would always hold a special place in her heart. Sitting against the tree, she felt a feeling of deep calm come over her for the first time in who knows how long. This feeling of calm did not last long, as only a few minutes after sitting down, a child - a second year, third at most, fell on their HEAD next to her. Their cursing was well timed, and it was an accurate response to their... predicament.
Bailey, dropping her book and jumping up, a hand flying to her mouth. Startled to the bone, she let out a, "what the heck oh my gosh are you ok?" although it came out more like whattheheckohmygoshareyouok????
"If you can change your mind⠀⠀───────────────────────
Looking this... child up and down, bailey took in their outfit and demeanor. They were dressed in black; black pants, black shirt, silver chains, all very grungy i dunno if thats the right term, srry if its not pls let me know and i'll make a word swap/replacement
She looked about fourteen, with black hair, eye bags, and dark almost black eyes. with the pale, exhausted skin, the girl looked like she (a) needed some sleep and (b) probably some good food as well.
Seeing this possibly very hurt child, bailey's mum friend mode activated, and she, leaving her book in the grass, knelt next to the girl.
"are you alright?" bailey asked, concern lacing her voice.
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Reducio
word count: 225/200
tags: the one and only @Ara Villa
notes: dude im so sorry my reply legit took ages feel free to bug me via owl or discord to make me reply faster in the future (also apologies for the short reply its almost midnight and i just wanted to make sure you got smth)
we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade
Here's to New Friends
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She winced. Not from the concern — from the volume. Girl had lung power. Opera worthy. Maybe banshee-adjacent. She could respect that, honestly. Ara groaned, blinking through the ringing in her skull. She was caught off guard by the mom energy radiating off of this bright upper-class woman (she was flashbanged too by the brightness). “Prolly not—” She barely croaked. “ACK—” An apple—an actual goddamn apple—plummeted from the tree and bonked her on the head like she was living in a cartoon that hated her. She wasn’t Sir Isaac Newton. What the hell. Ara swallowed the burning urge to snap, Well do I LOOK okay?, channeling every ounce of Minho-level sass into internal screech. What was this luck? For once—once—she left the dorm to touch grass, and immediately nature decided to commit battery. Not getting that Vitamin D was a decision she was kind of regretting now. Emphasis on “kinda”. Vitamin D wasn’t worth whatever this is. Ara stared at her like she had just been asked if gravity existed. “…Define ‘alright,’” she deadpanned at last, pushing herself up to sit. She finally looked at the presumed 5th or 6th year up and down—cute outfit, gold jewelry, soft energy. Very sunshine-girl-next-door. The opposite of Ara’s “I live in a haunted Hot Topic” aesthetic. The type of person who made friends by existing. Man. Ara felt her nose scrunch a little. Not in a mean way — more like confusion at being fussed over. She didn’t talk to people nicely enough to get them to actually care for her. “I’m fine. Probably.” She hesitated. “Thanks… for checking if I was dead, I guess.” She sighed dramatically, leaning her head back against the tree trunk. “…This is NAWT how I planned spending my morning,” she muttered. “Didn’t think I’d be jump-scaring innocent readers and getting assaulted by apples.” “…So, uh. Hi.” A beat. “…Please pretend you didn’t see any of that.” ──────────────Here's to New Friends──────────────
IM SO SORRY HSHSHSHSH-- |
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| sta • 10 | eva • 9 | str • 7 SHOP wis • 9 | arc • 9 | acc • 10 |