Catherine Tinatin
Catherine had never been so nervous as she had been the moment she awoke this morning. Well, at least not over something so... mundane, for lack of a better word. It wasn't staying up at night watching a match burn between your fingers, it wasn't looking for odd jobs, it wasn't looking behind you for tell-tale signs of fangs, and it definitely wasn't burning buildings down only to escape with your life. It was... it was joining school... school. She'd had to teach herself everything for as long as she could remember, now she'd have someone teaching it to her alongside others with pencils, boards, assignments and boring old text books. The young woman was so excited she couldn't wait, but also so nervous she laid awake a full hour before her alarm began ringing in order to psych herself into getting ready for the day. Today... today could be the best and worst day of her life all at the same time. Catherine had completely, terrifyingly, absolutely no idea what could happen to her with this sudden change of events. And she relished and despised every minute as she stepped from her door, refreshed, ready, and prepaired as she'd ever be for whatever might be coming her way. She even wore the uniform... with the skirt... and she hated skirts... she was smiling as she willingly wore a skirt.
"Well... I suppose I'm ready for this... yeah, let's get going."
Her hair was still somewhat damp, giving a sense of something akin to rain and it made her smile as she headed for the front office to recieve her class schedule. She loved rain, enjoyed it, often danced under it and just laughed when she could. Thunder intrigued her, lighting drew her, and the rain bound her in her place when she got to it. She never ran and hid from it, never complained about her clothes getting wet, and continuously commented on the scent it left afterwards. 'Petrichor,' she thought, 'what an odd word for it.'
Despite her thoughts distracting her, she made it to the office without distraction and paused somewhat of a distance away from it. Others stood there, those of the something-or-other commitee. That wasn't what stopped her there, though, what stopped her was a tugging feeling in her gut she got when she took the whole group into her view. It could be any one of them, any single one or all of them that gave her that odd feeling. The pause was short-lived though, easily mistaken for an interruptive thought if not analyzed to every detail such as her quick visual scan of each person there. It ended as quickly as it began, and she was once again approaching the process of recieving her schedule. Meanwhile, she looked around a bit warily to the other people around her, the 'disciplinary commitee' now that she remembered, and she tried to be at least somewhat friendly towards the strangers.
"It must suck having to be up this early for a job, huh?"
Killian Thomas
Killian was having a great morning so far, a great, relaxing morning in full. He'd awoken at an oddly early time, sure, but he was comfortable with it since it meant recieving his schedule earlier and without maximum crowding. And once he got what he needed he'd be able to take a nap before the day actually started up and more students awoke. This could be a good start for the school year. Killian had taken a shower before he went to bed, not wanting to have to take one just after waking and risk accidentally killing himself. If he became a ghost he'd be naked for the rest of his undead life, odd to think of indeed but really, who would want that?
Leaving his dorm, he carried himself with his usual relaxed manner, his eyes somewhat hooded and a lazy smile on his lips. All was well as he made his way to the office, even with the sun coming up to glare down on everything below it. He entered and gave warm smiles and nodded greetings to those already there, waiting behind a pale-haired girl already getting her schedule. His head was tilted downward in thought and his gaze wandered off, his mind going with it as he simply stood and waited.