Roleplaying as approved dNPC Karilyna Kawahara || @Bridget Collins (as Phylicia Stanwood)

I'm wide-awake, slitting my brown eyes almost closed so I can fool whoever's in my dormitory, while at the same time watching every shadow around the small room. The asleep trick worked all the time at home, but then, my adoptive parents weren't hard to con. They probably didn't even care about me, in the first place. I don't even know why I'm in bed. A lot of the other first years and older girls are outside talking quite loudly, and there are only two girls with me in the room. It's my first day, so I don't really trust people enough to close my eyes--after all, when I finally decided to stop watching vigil over my parents back when I was two, people had taken me to America without my knowledge. 

I'm incredibly bored--I brought stuff to do, but I don't dare to move, feeling like I'm glued to my bunk. I've already taken note of what's in my room. Trunks and belongings litter the floor, dancing light from a fire outside flowing under the door and into our room highlighting every darkened shadow. And the other two girls laying on their bunks. The blonde is obviously asleep, light snoring sounds escaping from her half-open mouth. The other girl, however, is evidently awake. What is she doing with a butter knife or whatever she's got there? The brunette (or at least that's what I think her hair color is) is trying to chop up her bed or something, using her knife to slice the wooden bedframe. Maybe she's actually trying to break her bed apart (who knows, right?) or just venting her anger, but one thing is for sure. Vandalism. Honestly, I have nothing against it, being a bad evil interesting child myself, but I do know when to stop. I do have to give it to that girl though, nobody will know for sure that it was her. Except me, of course. 

I gulp as she looks up, narrowing her eyes at me. What did I do? I mean, yes, I was creepily watching her vandalize her own bed, but it wasn't like I meant to do any harm. I had no problem making enemies--or friends, for that matter--but this girl did not look like someone I wanted to cross. I had seen plenty of shady people in my time, but for my age, this girl definitely won. Actually, I was a good "shadiness" contestant, spending most of my time away from home and shutting myself in my room for days at a time. And I may look like a stick, shrimp, or midget (yes, I've been called all those names), but those people have not seen my martial arts skills. 

And then the girl drew her wand. Great. What did this weird girl want? Honestly, I did not feel like starting a duel in the middle of the night. And besides, we didn't know any spells yet. Sure, I've done things that I shouldn't have done in a million years, but I know my boundaries. And trying to duel a stranger without knowing magic (not really, at least) was something outside of the box. 

Well, what choices did I have? The girl already knew I was awake, and there was nothing I could do about it. Of course, I wasn't about to sleep with this girl watching me. So, grabbing my wand from under the covers (yes, that's where I keep it) and sat up. I couldn't deny the fact that I was obviously moving, but at least I was silent. Taking a deep breath, I slide out of bed and stalk over to the other girl's bed, bare feet padding silently on the cold floor. I almost froze, but kept going. What was I going to say? I'm not a coward, but it wasn't like I was dumb enough to get myself into an unnecessary fight. "So," I began, "My name is Karilyna." Might as well get down to the facts. And hope this girl didn't try to kill me.

The mystery girl introduces herself to me, at the same time tossing away her wand and pocketknife. Good. At least the slightly psycho girl doesn't want to kill me. Slightly more reassuring. "If it makes you feel any better, I didn't bring any matches," the brunette says, startling me. I start to gulp, just as she hurriedly continues that it was a joke, and her pocketknife was only for practical reasons. I try to keep a straight face, but inside I'm smiling. Although this girl, Phyllis, had originally looked slightly menacing, it turned out she was just like me. I mean, it wasn't like I would consider bringing matches, but it did sound like something I would do. 

I did bring markers (unwashable and washable), extra ink that I stole from home, glue, safety pins, and other "craft" materials. Pranking. I'm not exactly the best child, as proven by my choice of things I brought here to Ilvermorny, but I would never go that far. Matches, though, did sound interesting--while it lasted, at least. 

Turning back to the girl, I listen as she began to further introduce herself. "'Kay," I said when she finished, "I like yellow. Quidditch is cool, I think. Well, better than classes, that's for sure. Cool, I've always wondered what it would be like to live in England. I was born in Japan and moved to America, but that's a long story..." I trail off. This girl looks like a future friend or even fellow conspirator, but I wasn't sure how much to spill. "Don't worry, I won't tell on you." I'm not a snitch--true, this girl was honestly kind of shady, but I wasn't the kind of person that told on people behind their backs. "Oh, and I hate these robes," I add. It was the truth. Okay, now, what was I supposed to say? 

"Um--sorry I assumed you were creepy," I say, looking down and fidgeting with my robe. I hate apologizing, hate admitting I was wrong. But if I want this girl to like me, to be my friend, I had to start somewhere.

Good thing this girl agrees with me. Colored robes are the WORST. And then Phyllis--that's her name, right?--asks me about a nickname. Seriously? Miss Doe-Eyes is the best thing she could come up with. "Um, fine." I say. Honestly, this girl looks like she means business. Like, more than me. Might as well let her call me some stupid nickname and find one for her later. 

Glancing at the strange girl, who is beginning to look like a fellow conspirator, I make up my mind. I mean, I gotta get somewhere with this. So I push on. "I like pranking," I start, "I don't know what you like, but I think we could be friends?" I end my statement with a question. Awkward? Yes. But I like getting to the point and just being upfront. Better than hem-ing and ha-ing until I stutter something out. 

I already have several ideas for pranks. I mean, being stifled in my own room back at home gave me way too much time. And I have no problem sticking my nose into other people's business or getting out of trouble. I'm way too sneaky for that. Maybe my adoptive parents are just slow, but I'm not afraid to say that I'm pretty sly. "So, what do you think?"

@Bridget Collins

"Um, ideas?" I jump in right off the bat. Now that this girl--Phyllis--seems like a decent enough person and probably my friend, I have a whole list of ideas to prank people already. It's probably not a good thing, but it's pretty easy for me to just come up with ideas to annoy people. "I'm thinking wrecking someone's robes, short-sheeting beds, messing up trunks, switching trunks, and stuff. Nothing too fancy yet. But don't worry, I'll come up with some grand scheme soon enough." 

It was true. Not to brag or anything, but even though I do sound (and look) kind of useless when I list off the most basic pranking ideas ever, I have more tricks up my sleeve than you could imagine. You could even call me the jack-of-all-trades, whatever that is. Also, being my first night and all, I don't exactly want to get expelled from a magical school before I can even learn anything. I mean, beats being back in Phoenix with two paranoid parents. And adopted parents at that.

"So, what do you like to do? Lemme just tell you that I'm kind of annoying, so..." I trail off, a little unsure of what I was about to say. Ah, why can't I stop rambling? Also, I wasn't about to lie--I thought it was better to just tell my probably-future-friend that I was annoying because well, some people don't enjoy the company of others who just poke fun at random things. Hopefully Phyllis would be different, as, well, I wanted to be her friend. 

Played as Karilyna Kawahara || @Bridget Collins

Legends? I didn't exactly have the best idea of my legacy here at Ilvermorny, the school of American magical kids, but I had a feeling I was not gonna be remembered in a positive way. I wouldn't mind so much being infamous as long it wasn't for doing something legitimately stupid, like getting expelled or something. I wasn't too keen on being kicked out either, as it wasn't like my adopted parents really wanted me back anyways. They always told me I was annoying, which I can't blame them for. Everyone tells me that.

"Quidditch sounds amazing," I agree. Had I already said that? Honestly, this midnight conversation was dragging on so long I was losing track of time--or maybe I was just tired. Maybe it was just the first day at Ilvermorny, away from home, that had gotten to me. I have to stifle a yawn as I untangle my midlength black hair with my left hand. I should be wide-awake, as I came from an earlier time zone, but jetlag has always messed with my head.

All of a sudden, Phyllis stops, jerking her head towards my bed. I snap back to attention, realizing that the voices, although lowered now, were nearing our dormitory, getting louder along with the not-so-sneaky footsteps. "Got it," I whisper as I dive dramatically under my covers, hurriedly closing my eyes in a serene, sleeping-type look. From what they had been talking about, it was obvious the older girls weren't too smart and wouldn't figure anything out. 

As Phyllis fell asleep, the rhythmic breathing adding to the other sleeping girls', I cracked my eyes open. There was no way I would sleep tonight. However tired I was, the adrenaline made it much too hard for me to be able to settle into a state of rest. Anyways, I didn't exactly trust all of these people yet.

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