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Character Portrait: Aria Bennedetti Character Portrait: Archer Andrews Character Portrait: Theodore Novell Character Portrait: Rowan S. Dubois
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⁑ Theodore Novell ⁑
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Outfit: Here
Location: Dormroom β†  Cafeteria
Hex: 66CCCC
ImageImageWhen Theo first saw Archie in his history class, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. But it certainly wasn't this. Archie was much more talkative than expected. If Theo were being honest, he'd have to say just the sight of him made his heart thump. But now, hearing him talk this way, it eased his nerves dramatically. He'd also wondered what kind of art the boy did, but thankfully didn't even have to ask. And somehow, photography seemed to fit him perfectly. The entire time Archie spoke, Theo couldn't hold back the amused smile, regardless of how much he tried. He'd been so caught up in the run-on sentences that he almost missed the answer to his initial question.

"You're on the wrong side of the school. That's probably why you feel lost. Building F is on the other side..." Theo nodding immediately, realizing what he'd thought first was correct. He'd definitely come out the wrong side of the building. Archie offered to show him a shortcut, and as much as Theo didn't ant to bother him, he also didn't want to end up lost again. He opened his mouth to accept, but once again was cut off. This was a habit of his, it seemed. And just as quickly as he began talking, he stopped and turned to walk away, leaving Theo in yet another confused daze. You'd think with Aria around, he would have grown used to these kinds of things by now by the fact that it was coming from someone else. A stranger. A cute stranger that he'd once thought was intimidating, threw him for a loop.

Once again, Theo stood in silence, blinking away the sunlight as he processed everything. Did this mean Archie wasn't going to show him the short cut? He was tempted to just walk in the direction Archie had pointed, but something pulled at him to turn around. Just as he did, he saw the boy's head come into view from behind a tree. Their eyes met, and for a moment Theo forgot why he was standing alone in the middle of a courtyard. It took him a second, but he let out a small chuckle at the sight of a head peeking at him from behind a large tree. [color=#66ccc]"I don't bite either, you know..."[/color] he said first before glancing back at the sidewalk, and then back at Archie as he pointed at it with his thumb. "So...this way?" a small, or rather large, part of him hoped Archie could walk him at least halfway but as per usual, Theo's shy nature got the best of him and he just could not bring himself to ask.



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⁑ Rowan Dubois ⁑
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Outfit: Here
Location: Dormroom β†  Cafeteria
Hex: 4C4C4C
ImageImageThis always happened when Rowan began to dance on his own. He always ended up swallowed by the music, the swift movement of limbs, the sounds of his shoes against the studio floor. When Rowan danced, it was as if the world around him froze, like nothing else existed or mattered except the current song and the way his body responded to it. He easily lost track of time. Minutes seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours. The song came to an end for possibly the twentieth time, and looped back around just the same.Unlike the other times, however, Rowan didn't begin the dance routine over again. His body came to a stop, his chest compressing and expanding as his eyes remained on the ground.

Finally, his sense began to normalize as he took in his surroundings, realizing he had spend more time in this studio than he originally intended. Not that this was a rare occurrence. He almost, almost, opted to run through the routine once more through. But a gnawing feeling in the back of his head stopped him. Someone was watching him, and who knows for how long now. He slowly turned around, almost immediately spotting the perpetrator. She was silent, eyes wide and staring at him as if she'd seen a ghost. Their eyes met for a brief second, a second during which Rowan almost couldn't find any words to break the silence. But eventually, he was the one to speak first. "I'm sorry-" his voice was low and decked with small huffs here and there. "I didn't mean to take so long." as he spoke, the girl's features caught up to him. This was definitely the same girl from that morning in the cafeteria. Somehow, Rowan hadn't pegged her as a dancer. "Studio's all yours." he finalized his statement as he moved towards the plastic bench to gather his belongings. Part of him wondered why she hadn't spoken up the entire time she was there, but he opted not to ask.

He grabbed a small towel, drying away sweat from his face and forehead, as he picked up his phone and hit the pause button on the song. It was suddenly so silent, the only sounds being those of Rowan gathering his things and placing them into his bag. He didn't look back at the girl, an odd feeling stirring in his stomach.