Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

Snippet #2471944

located in Bridgent Private, a part of Bridgent Private Academy, one of the many universes on RPG.

Bridgent Private

None

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Diana Morozov
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

Footnotes

Add Footnote »

0.00 INK

Diana hadn’t slept, whatsoever.

Even though the Russian was used to waking up early for training, this was ridiculous. She had gotten only about three solid hours of sleep, and the rest of the time was spent with her frantically trying to find ways to tire herself out. She did push ups, sit ups, even pull ups on one of her door frames, which almost resulted in her breaking it. That would have been an interesting thing to explain to the principle. She even went outside in sweatpants and a tank top and did a lap around the entire school premises, but that only resulted in her legs getting tired. Despite the fact that her physical being was exhausted, her mental being was not.

So she paced and paced in her room, and now it was 7:15 A.M. Her hands balled into tight fists and her jaw clenched. She growled softly under her breath; much like that of an agitated tiger. How dare he? How dare he? How dare he send her to a place like this, without even discussing it with her? Diana had been sent to this place almost completely blind to the rules and regulations. With an angry scowl, she lied back onto her bed, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to think things over. She had to wear this hideous uniform, which, mind you, was still a size too small for her. She had spoken to someone about it, and, just her luck, they didn’t have any spares in her size, so they had to re-order one. It wouldn’t arrive for another few weeks. The lady she had spoken to said she could borrow a spare from someone who was her size, but that also created another issue. That would require her to have friends, and that means she would have to talk to people. Diana had grown up with no friends except for her father and her tutors, and they weren’t with her now. She had been thrown into this foreign school with no idea how to socialize. Plus, this was an all girls’ school. Could the man had picked an even worse place to send Diana? In all honesty, prison would have been a better choice. They were also forcing her to put her hair up. Seriously? Isn’t that some sort of violation of their rights?

“Whatever…” Diana sighed, turning in her bed so she was on her side. Right when she thought she would drift off to sleep, a loud sound tore her from her short-lived peace. The booming sound of the obnoxious principle's voice blared over the loudspeaker, making Diana sit up straight and slap her hands over her ears. Aaannnd now she had a headache.

“Eto razdrazhayet malen'kiy ublyudok …” She muttered, huffing a bit at the end.

She listened, grudgingly, about the breakfast and then stumbled towards a mirror, staring at her mangled hair and hollow eyes. She sighed, knowing she had some work to do. She freshened up a bit and slipped into her uniform. The fabric hugged her body tightly, highlighting every curve and movement she might make. The shirt was unbuttoned and showed a little of her cleavage, little enough so it was allowed, and just enough that would probably attract annoyed glares and glances. Her skirt was two inches too short, and Diana discovered she would have the pleasure of having to hold it down every time she tried to navigate up or down any type of stairway. She tied her hair up in a tight, uncomfortable bun and sighed loudly. Once again stumbling towards the mirror, she put on a bit of makeup.

Diana had never been a huge fan of makeup, but she knew this would be one of those days where a little would go a long way. She applied just a bit so that it didn’t look like there were bags under her eyes. For a moment, she stopped and simply stared at the small scar across the corner of her lip and remembered the day she got it. Sighing once more, she quickly gathered her school things, slid into her shoes and walked through the door, locking it behind her.

As Diana walked in the increasingly crowding halls, she never once took her gaze off of the ground below her. The moment she stepped into the lunch room, she had to double take for a few seconds. It wasn’t until someone pushed her slightly from behind did she realize it probably wouldn’t be smart for her to stand in the entrance to the cafeteria. Silently, she made it to an empty table in the back corner of the room and sat, dropping her bag on the floor.

It only took her two minutes to grab her food and come back to her lonely, empty table. She simply mixed the food around on her plate, sighing from time to time. She never enjoyed eating organic things like this and wished she could eat some homemade waffles with bacon and chocolate milk instead.