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located in Airdalen Highschool, a part of Love School Drama, one of the many universes on RPG.

Airdalen Highschool

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Character Portrait: Jonathan Fenix
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Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

THUMP.

Jonathan clumsily rolled out of bed as he attempted to reach out to the buzzing alarm clock to silence the dreaded object, his face having a lovely taste of carpet as an extra bonus for waking up late. Today was the day of the funeral, one occasion that Jonathan wasn't overly fond about... and his antics weren't quite acceptable when he did visit one.

As he finished his ritualistic ordeal of showering and other things, the last thing on his mind would be what acceptable attire he would wear. While others would wear the most drab of outfits, Jonathan would be the one to wear something... that would be more to his liking. The redhead dashed through his wardrobe at lightning speed, passing by suits and clothes that would surely be appropriate- until his gaze fell upon their target.

It had only taken him a few minutes to get dressed in what would make even an overly death-obsessed person blush. Right as he lifted up the hood, the only feeling that coursed through his body was a mightly slap to the back of his head. "What the serious fuck do you think you're doing?! You are definitely NOT dressing yourself up as the motherfucking Grim Reaper... to a funeral no less!"

His eyes dimmed with disappointment from the sudden voice behind him, the voice of Miranda the Dictator. How long had she been standing here, and more importantly, how did she even get into my room without making a noise? "Fine, I'll change into something more appropriate but you know Miranda, why do you have to ruin my fun?"

She stormed out of the room as he changed into something more suitable as he wasn't too fond of absurdly formal wear, and realized that he had completely forgotten about checking his phone for any notifications. After clearing up a few friend requests he immediately received a group message from Arietta and Kaoru regarding directions to the funeral. Without much thought into it, he might have mentioned about having his own way there, and he was sure that Miranda knew where it would be held. At least, she should know where it was going to held.

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It hadn't taken much time for the duo to reach the Varthurs residence. While Jonathan and his caretaker climbed out of the black humvee that served as Miranda's personal vehicle, he was quite sure that she was inspecting the grill, maybe hoping that she didn't need to pick out a civilian or two, a smaller vehicle perhaps, from the grill that she might have unfortunately steamrolled over on the way over.

The house itself was quite immaculate in its decoration, and it was easy for one to notice that this family wasn't living on low income wage. "You know, you could have brought flowers, Jonathan felt the bite of her words behind him as they walked towards the building, though he bit back. "It wouldn't be appropriate since the poor fellow died because of flowers." It didn't take long for Jonathan to catch a glimpse of Kaoru, that blue hair of his standing out like a spotlight as the boy had quickly entered the household and disappeared from view, though Jonathan wasn't able to catch sight of Arietta or any others that he might know.