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Altair D'Cruz

"The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream."

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demigods”, originally authored by JacksColdSweat, as played by RolePlayGateway

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AND IT'S HARDER THAN YOU THINK, TELLING ___DREAMS FROM ONE ANOTHER.







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FULL NAME::
Altair Daniel D'Cruz

NICKNAME(S):
Tair {Frequently || Liked}
Al {Rarely || Disliked}

DATE OF BIRTH:
September 14

AGE:
17

GODLY PARENT:
Hypnos

YEAR:
11th

GENDER:
Male

SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual || Heteroromantic

ETHNICITY:
Brazilian

DIALOGUE OR THOUGHT COLOR:
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PERSONALITY:
He has made an art form out of solitude, a calm comfort in simply being alone, a soft smile in seclusion. He lets limbs fall beside him, allows all motion to leave his body, and only then does he find true peace. Heavy eyelids and a lolling head comprise him, and when they cannot be found, a yawn will take their place. His entire body is a congregation of loose dreams, held together by fragile strings of whimsy. He favors quiet evenings over loud noons, gentle dawns over hostile mornings. When the sun is low, the sky a vivid painting of cotton candy pastels, that is when he can be found atop a hill, fingers curled in the grass, simply breathing.
Altair tends to be a very amiable guy; he's quick with a joke and a pat on the back. Often, he can be found laughing with a group of friends about something or other. He has a very magnetic personality that tends to draw people in, and before he realizes it, there's about ten people sitting around him listening to a story about what happened in third grade in Mrs. Adam's class. Sometimes though, you can find him alone in the woods somewhere, humming some kind of a mellow tune and scratching words into the dirt with a stick. Equal parts outgoing and contemplative, he's a pretty easy-going guy to hang out with casually. He has a very laid-back air that's attractive to people looking to just chill, so he never lacks for people to talk with. He doesn't mind much, since he enjoys company, but sometimes, suddenly, he slips away from the crowd to seek some quiet solitude.
Non-confrontational is perhaps a fine way to describe him, though one must determine where the line is drawn between pacifism and apathy. He fights no battles, not his, not any others'. He certainly doesn't see himself as a coward, doesn't avoid conflict out of fear, rather he simply can't find any reason to do so. He is a person of necessity, finds it hard to scrounge for motivation inside of him to do anything but sleep sometimes. If he could float through life on a cloud, not weighed down by responsibilities or obligations, he would do so. Sometimes, sometimes it is simply too hard to even get out of bed.



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LIKES:
Soccer Being from a South American country, soccer is just another part of his culture. Plus, pick up games are a nice way to spend an evening. Guitar || Also a bit of a tradition thing; he only plays the acoustic guitar though, soft melodies and Spanish guitar being his specialties. Pastries || Especially freshly baked ones, or homemade ones. Nothing beats good home cooking. Long Bus or Car Rides || The motion of a moving vehicle never fails to lull him to sleep, and the experience is always a pleasant one. Campfires || Who can say for certain what the allure of a roaring fire is? Perhaps it's the people sitting around it, perhaps the atmosphere created by the stark contrast of blazing embers against night sky. It could be the s'mores. Either way, he thoroughly enjoys a good gathering around one. Stargazing || A lonely endeavor, a peaceful one, though he does not mind sharing the experience with another, provided they don't speak.

DISLIKES:
Physical Labor || He is not made for toiling hours in the sun, instead much preferring the siesta hour. Black Coffee || It is far too bitter for his tastes, and the caffeine makes it difficult to sleep. If he is going to have any coffee, it's going to be with plenty of cream and some sugar. Incredibly Sunny Days || The heat and sun make him drowsy, and not the pleasant kind either. No, it's the sticky kind of sleep that leaves him feeling lethargic and out of it. Winter || The cold freezes, chills him to the bone. It does not help that in the midsts of the winter months, the little motivation he has is held hostage by rebelling feelings. Airplanes || He always gets nauseous during takeoff and he can never sleep through flights.

FEARS:
Dying || Perhaps not of the act of dying itself, but rather what comes after. The Fields of Asphodel are a terrifying prospect; he can think of no fate more horrifying than a damned existence of merely wandering for eternity without thought, especially since he knows he has no chance of making it to Elysium. ☠
Sleep Paralysis || The immobility has gripped him before, an anvil sitting on his chest, each time more unpleasant than the last. The seconds become hours, frozen in a black abyss, terror gripping him for every instant of the seemingly never ending darkness. ☠




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FAMILY::
Catarina D'Cruz || 42 || Mother
Diego D'Cruz || 71 || Grandfather

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:
Surprisingly enough, Hypnos and Altair share a fairly good relationship. As more of a minor god, Hypnos finds himself with more time on his hands, so Altair has seen plenty of it. He used to visit every month when Tair was around six. The visits slowly dropped off, but in their stead, Hypnos visited in dreams. He would still pop in occasionally, for an hour or two here and there, or a whole day if they were lucky, but a majority of their time together was spent in dreams. Tair truly holds affection for the god, especially after seeing how many other gods treated their children.

BIOGRAPHY:
Catarina D'Cruz was born in a small apartment in New York city, but her parents were not. They emigrated from Brazil when they were younger, working hard to earn a decent enough living to stay afloat. So Altair's mother was raised in poverty, a hardworking and strictly no-nonsense individual.
But she was soft at heart, a fan of rainy days and lazy Sundays. It was these things that drew Hypnos to her. They met in a museum, a spark ignited, and things progressed from there. He was not secretive about who he was; soon after their third date, he told her. She became pregnant about six months into their relationship, and while she was initially concerned about keeping the child, her parents convinced her she should. And so Altair was born. Hypnos stayed until Tair was a few months old, his connection with Cat stronger since they had spent so much time together outside of dreams. But he had to leave eventually. Despite this, he maintained steady contact.
When Tair was thirteen, his grandmother died. It was a difficult time for the entire family, and Tair was lost without her. Hypnos was there in dreams to help console him. One night, he told Tair of a place, a school with others like him. He was going to be a freshman, it was the perfect opportunity to go. Although he was eager to leave behind the torturous memories of his deceased grandmother, he knew he shouldn't leave his family in their hour of trouble. So he stayed for another year, but he left for the academy at the beginning of his sophomore year.

FAVORITE POWER:
The ability to manipulate dreams. It makes for excellent pranks, but the real reason is that he loves the feeling of freedom. In dreams he can do what he wishes, what he has no motivation to do in reality, what he's too afraid to do in reality. There are no limits in dreams. A close second would be casting illusions, though.

MISCELLANEOUS:
He smokes. A nasty habit, admittedly, and certainly one he's trying to quit.
The languages he knows are Portuguese, Spanish, and English, learned in that order.


So begins...

Altair D'Cruz's Story

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Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Isra Tennyson Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke

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Dan was dreaming of a girl, a certain very pretty daughter of Hades, and the two of them holding hands and talking like nothing was wrong and that there might be a day where they could be together without Dan embarrassing himself in order to do so. He was smiling at her, and he looked over at him, stopping as he turned to her and took her other hand in his. He then hugged her as if she was the most fragile thing in the world that he could not let go. It was then that Danny heard someone playing music and he woke up to see that his alarm clock had gone off and was playing his favorite song at the moment. He smiled slightly at the music, unaware that it was so early in the morning. Who wakes up at 9 AM?

Danny thought about how he was at the moment. He had woken up in his nice warm bed in his nice warm room way too early for him to be happy. He sat up in bed and looked over to see that his alarm clock said that he was late for some meeting... Whatever that was about. He looked over at his roommate, Altair, and thought about how he should wake him. It was a fun game he liked to play with himself, the rudest way to wake up his roommate when he himself was grumpy about being up early.

He giggled like a little boy as he realized what he was going to do. He grabbed his pillow and threw it, not very hard, but hard enough to wake his roommate. He then moves to kneel by the bed and smile at him. "I wanted to make sure the first thing you woke up to was this pretty face. Now come on, there's some meeting that we were supposed to be at ten minutes ago called breakfast,"
Dan said as he smiled cheerfully at his roommate with, maybe, a little too much sarcasm.

He jumped up and away, going to his bag that he hadn't bothered to unpack yet. He rummaged through it, throwing a shirt over his otherwise bare torso, cold from the lack of warm blankets all of a sudden. He looked back at Tair for a moment, ducked into his still empty closet, and switched his pajama bottoms for some jeans. He wasn't self conscious, but he hadn't worn the best undergarments to change in front of his roommate.

As he emerged from the closet, he tossed his pajama bottoms on his bed, not bothering with making the bed or anything. He just wasn't that kind of guy, unless girls were coming over, that was different. He grabbed a pair of boots, not bothering to tie them as he hopped around, trying to pull the boots on. "Come on Tair. I want to swing by the-" Dan paused as he heard the announcement having opened the door to the world so they might not feel quite so claustrophobic.

"So much for the... you know," Danny mumbled, indirectly referring to the area near a certain someone's dorm. He wasn't sure if she was here yet since he had just gotten in the night before, very late, but it was always worth looking to find out.

Dan grabbed his guitar in it's case. He liked carrying it around all the time, it made him more comfortable to know it would be good to have it on him in case he got upset. He slung the straps over his shoulder and leaned against the doorway to the room the son of Apollo and the son of Hypnos shared, waiting for Tair to get ready. As Dan looked down the hall, he caught sight of Amanda in the distance. He almost called out to her, was gonna give her a wink and stuff, but then he heard Jensen answer the door and decided against it. It was better to just not mess with the relationship when Jensen was around. He's a cool guy, but he's not a fan of flirting with his girl, or his good friend, or whatever they are.

"Taaaiiiir.... I want foooooood," Dan groaned, sliding down the door's frame slowly, as if starving. He sat down and looked down at his phone, looking around before shooting the text he wasn't sure was a good idea, or not, to Isra.

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Yo, heading to go eat. Come join, fill me in on what you didn't yet do over the summer!
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Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Briar Förstner Character Portrait: Morgan Dufresne Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke

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Clouds filtered through his mind. Soft cotton touches as he spread imaginary wings of the purest white wide, soaring through the sky. His wings weren't made of wax, no, they were all natural, stolen straight from the back of his guardian angel. He flew as close to the sun as any sane man would, feeling the burning heat against his skin. A smile lit his face as went, the cool breeze counteracting the vicious heat. Flying dreams. They always were the best. He passed through another cloud, this one harder than the previous ones, less like a mist and more like a down pillow...

"I wanted to make sure the first thing you woke up to was this pretty face. Now come on, there's some meeting that we were supposed to be at ten minutes ago called breakfast," came a voice from the sun.

Altair's eyes fluttered open, his head lolling to the right to stare bright eyes and vibrant hair in the face. The gentle smile that had been lifting his lips slowly curved downwards, his brow creasing. A groan escaped him, the harsh ridges of the vocalization strange to his sleep riddled mind. He tossed the pillow back in his roommate's face.

Daniel danced away, music in his step. Altair had nothing against music, maybe a little against visual music this early in the morning. He rolled back onto his side as Daniel rummaged through his bag, spreading out his arms as he stared at the stark white ceiling. His limbs were jelly, or possibly anvils, he couldn't quite decide yet. Either way, they were proving impossibly difficult to move. Dreams invaded his mind once more, white disappearing into a dull blackness.

The closing of the closet door woke him from the ten-second doze he had drifted into. He waited another two seconds before hauling his torso up and off the mattress, the plush down of it calling out to him as soon as he was up. His long legs swung over the side of the bed, and he bent down to pull out a long strand of denim from his duffel bag, unfolding the neatly packed pair of jeans. If there was anything his mother taught him how to do well, it was pack. Taking advantage of Daniel's changing in the closet, Altair changed out of his pajama bottoms, tugging on a pair of boxers followed by the jeans. And so he stayed, sockless and shirtless, perched on the edge of the bed, eyes glazed over as he lost himself in some sort of reverie.

Again, the sound of the closet door tore him from the recesses of his mind, and he jolted up as Daniel emerged, dancing once more, from the closet. He started saying something, but stopped midway through his sentence because of some announcement that only half made it to Tair's ears. There was some mumbling from Daniel that, once more, Tair only half heard. He tossed his head back, another groan sounding from his throat, messy bedhead flopping back with the motion.

He rummaged around in his bag, looking for a suitable shirt for the weather. His fingers moved lethargically, fumbling with the cloth. He had been up late last night, after Daniel had fallen asleep, plucking away soft gentle melodies on his guitar and thinking on things he couldn't even remember thinking about. As a result, tiredness stayed with him like a fog over his eyes, cotton in his mind. He pulled out a t-shirt, but it was early in the morning and already he could feel the chilliness from the open door in the form of goosebumps on his arms. He frowned, dug around some more, and pulled out a long sleeved shirt.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he mumbled, tugging the t-shirt over his head. The button-up followed, then a leather jacket that lay at the foot of his bed. He was always particularly susceptible to the cold. A joke was always on the tip of his tongue about his heritage. "I'm from the equator," he'd say, though that wasn't exactly true, "I can't handle the cold." Multiple layers were always necessary.

Finally, he pulled on some socks, shoving his feet into the work boots he had left on the floor the night before. Unlike Daniel, who was reckless he supposed, he did bend down to tie his laces. He had no desire to trip that day. With a soft grunt, he pushed himself up, shuffling towards the door. Daniel was tapping out a message on his phone, and Tair nudged him as he walked out the door.

As always, the first step into the fresh morning air was invigorating, and he breathed deep as another smile spread across his face. He was reminded of the phone shoved in his back pocket, and he pulled it out to shoot a quick message to the two people he was most eager to see after the long summer break.

To: Sleeping Beauty; Dream Queen
Meet up after breakfast and the assembly? I can't wait to see u guys i missed you!! :)


His texting style was erratic, a constant mix-match of text talk and proper spelling, ever changing. But his sisters, whom he had been keeping touch with over the summer, were surely used to it by now, if only due to the sheer amount of texts he had sent them.

He turned back to Daniel, still on his phone, calling out, "Daniel, hurry up!" Irony, perhaps, that the two of them were yelling at each other to hurry up at the same time.

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Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Dylan Ramirez Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke Character Portrait: Hayden Cenix

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9:11 am, Day One, Aeonis Academy - Dining Hall





In a few minutes, Dylan had received a message back from Daniel, he quickly typed out a reply as Hayden, a fairly unfamiliar face to him, walked over and patted him on the shoulder saying a sarcastic comment about how he was sitting, "Thanks, I've been practicing... Ares child, that I don't know the name of," He replied sarcastically to start off then ended in a train of thought as he typed, trying to remember if he had ever encountered Hayden before.

To Dan The Man: Speaking of that guitar of yours, you still owe me a guitar lesson from the end of last year :P. Plus, tell Tair-Bear that I said hi. :)

After he sent the message, he popped his phone right back into his pocket and started tapping on his legs, making a beat before starting to beat-box, he bounced his leg up and down, he was getting really hungry, so much that the special guest had slipped his mind, "I want fooooodddd..."

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Briar Förstner Character Portrait: Cecilia Keelan Character Portrait: Valentine Mcallister Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Levi Schultz Character Portrait: Bambi Elwyn-Fukui Character Portrait: Luna Nyeong

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"Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again,
Reproductive glands
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PLAY WITH YOUR DOLLS ──────────────────
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"Man there's a star,
bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees,
burn a man to his knees
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[left]I REMEMBER MY FIRST LOVE ──────────────────
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Bambi Elywn rises from her bed at seven o' clock in the morning, her dormitory soundless and egg-shell walls thick with silence, she tip-toes towards the corner of the room.

The corner of the room holds a miniature civilisation- however, the metropolis slumbers. Bambi takes a skeletal hand, glides it over the edge of the city with the weightlessness found only in those with the blood filled with souls of the damned.

"Hac die nocte et hora, obsecro sacra. Vivent omnia in loco vitam omni in hoc loco. Et ambulabunt loquere & eam, oculos habent sicut accipite. Da mihi virtutem accendere ejicio da & eaque beatitudinis. Unde ex hac nox & in hac die, et vivetis sacra"

Slowly, the residents awake from summer hibernation. The power grid, expertly crafted by a child of Hephaestus, whirrs to life, lights flicking on one at a time
- offices and skyscrapers and streetlights, illuminating the streets in a spectrum of neon insomnia. Miniature cars, each hand painted and insanely detailed begin to rev their engines, small explosions of smoke sputtering from exhaust pipes. The girl's mouth curls in a toothless smile, her laughter almost deranged.

"Missed you."

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She turns the corridors with precision, wedge shoes making a soft scuffing sound on the ground, the only other noise except from the faint music that could be heard from her broken headphones. She doesn't know exactly where she's headed before the ceremony starts, but she's avoiding the spider-web cracks on the floor with relative ease. Hop-scotching along the hallway, rock blares in her ears in your everyday oxymoron of the girl wearing bows and listening to people sing about death. One moment she's spinning, sailing, falling through the air like a brick, and the next she's jolting awake when the music stops abruptly.

"Hey!" A stocky built boy is lying on the floor, tangled in the cable. Green eyes (rare, 16% of the world population), olive skin (Mediterranean, Spanish), brown hair (34% of the population) ... Freshman. He flips her off with his eyes, brow furrowed as he flails around the floor.

"Sorry." She says, nonchalant. Apathetically, she tugs the cable from under him.

"You're that girl! The weird one! Someone told me about you." She narrows her eyes.

"In this current predicament, my... friend, you seem to be the weird one" She states, staring him down "[color]Although I suppose that is my reputation[/color]" She clicks her tongue on the back of her teeth and shakes her head lightly, eyes hardened and fingertips grazing the hem of her denim jacket.

"Your mom was a serial killer. That's so fucked. Probably why you're weird, right? I'm Brooks. Brooks
(npc) is my first name." She pointedly stares at him and mutters something inaudible. Fuck this guy.


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Mostly empty- except from a few of the more timely students, Levi lies backward on his chair, resting his head on the seat below. His mind is taking him through the endless expanses of earth- through impossibilities and through geothermal conditions unable to be survived by a mere human. He floats over cities, their glittering veins of light dazzling so high. He floats above the atmosphere, to the celestial playground of the stars and through the infinite universe...

"Briar..." He folds his arms under his head, "Sometimes I look at the night sky, and I know I want to be there... it sounds idiotic..."

He sighs, picking his phone from his pocket and running through his contacts.




To: Lunaaa

Missed you, sis! Can I see u after the ceremony??? Need 2 talk.

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To: Mandy

Ciao Bella ;), where are you??? Btw, I've got 'The Notebook' with me <3 Friday night plans?

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To: Cici (Cecilia)

Even the finest vineyards in Italy couldn't produce wine as good as yours :) missed you babe!!!

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To: Bee + Altair

Haven't seen you in ages! TTYL guys :) Meteor shower soon!!! Any plans?

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To: Valentine (Fiocco di Neve)

Fiocco di Neve :) You are okay??? The ceremony is starting soon. I made cookies if you want something unhealthy 2 go with breakfast!




Occasionally, Levi may forget a rule of English grammar, but he's certain that most people understand what he's trying to say. As such, it isn't really a problem for him. His understanding of texting is rather childish, and so the way he texts does reflect that in some respects, including the multiple consecutive uses of punctuation.

"Hey, Lois Lane!"

He sees a flash of a certain blonde, a laugh escapes his lips and he smiles from the corner of his mouth.

"Does that mean you are Spiderman?"

He cocks an eyebrow but subsequently bursts into lyrical laughter. Bambi walks over and sticks her head over his, alarmingly close, Levi's eyes dilate in horror. She's actually going to?. Instead, she brings a short finger to his nose and touches it lightly.

"Boop."

She then jumps over Levi, parkour style, and slots herself in a seat. Levi brought out the playful side in Bambi, and after that encounter- she definitely needed a boost. She acknowledges the Förstner girl with an head nod, not quite recognising the face but smiling rather absentmindedly.





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Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Briar Förstner Character Portrait: Galen Harris Character Portrait: Morgan Dufresne

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    L O C A T I O N: Courtyard => Dinner Hall
    O O C: I'll fix the grammar mistakes later when I'm not so tired.

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_____Silence, while many might find it to be the bane of their existence, was something she had learnt to cherish. That of course not meaning she abhorred talking or a light ambiance, but screaming and thing that were obnoxiously loud irritated her to no end. With Levi though, she didn't have to worry about that. Sentences dying at the lips, but somehow conveyed to the other without even meaning to sometimes. And it was times like these that Brair truly was grateful for his understanding. "I went back to Italy this summer. It was a family reunion...on a boat,"with the last words she couldn't help but chuckle and the last thought of 'It was so beautiful, peaceful.' didn't escape her either.

"If this guest is important, we'd best not be late. Also, can't miss a show like that year," he spoke softly and she nodded in agreement.

And so began their walk to the Dinner Hall where the guest speaker would make an appearance. She had speculations of her own, but kept quite knowing her thoughts were far fetched and out there. But, one such possibility would be that the God among Gods wanted them to fight in a battle of the eons. Valiantly fighting to the death, and hands stained a rose red all the while smiling a macabre grin. Humanity was not a thing to trifled with, but then and there no one seemed to have a soul. It fascinated and scared her at the same time and honestly she wasn't sure which one she thought better of.

Briar quickly shook her head trying to rid herself of such images, but while one can deny they happened it won't erase the fact that they did. She was brought out of her musings by a text from her brother and smiled when she saw the message, but as she was replying another text came in from her sister. Smiling Brair quickly sent a text back excited to see them for the first time in months.

to ; Sandman, Dream Queen
from ; Sleeping Beauty

Don't get into too much trouble from waiting, I can't bail you out quite yet.

As the message sent a soft sigh escaped past her lips and formed a white mist before her - it reminded her so much of the dreams cape she so usually went to. It was where her bed was made of clouds that hovered above the city, and the people below thought her as nothing but the moon; reflecting light of another tomorrow bringing hope for another day.

"Briar..." his voice brought her of the haze, "Sometimes I look at the night sky, and I know I want to be there... it sounds idiotic..." she shook her head in a frantic no and began to explain while she thought so differently."It's not stupid, no it's certainly not that, it's just impossible for that to happen right now.., she didn't try and demoralize, but rather give him a more realistic outlook. Dreams aren't foolish and neither is wishful thinking. With an almost wicked grin a plan had formulated and it was only a matter of time before she could set it in motion. Although, that was something for a later time, literally and figuratively.

But so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't realize that Levi hadn't been paying attention to her. (Which silently she was grateful for; if he saw her face he'd know something was amiss.) His attention had been on his phone but she did't mind. In fact the light blush on his face after sending the last text message she knew something was up with him. He probably didn't even notice it himself, but his demeanor changed into something softer - if that was even possible.

And so trying to playfully mess with him she asked"Who was that?"and even though she didn't expect a response looked eager as always. She knew of course that he was gay, even if he didn't say it outright. No matter though, she still loved him as though he was her younger sibling. "A person of interest?"

He didn't answer her though as a girl with blonde hair and lips as red as roses reenacted a scene from Spider man. 'Lois Lane, huh?' Briar disregarded the rest of their conversation but felt the bench move as the girl swiftly jumped over the back. "Hello," she said though not wanting to be rude.

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Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Isra Tennyson Character Portrait: Juliette M. Kingsley Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Dylan Ramirez Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke

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Dan looked up as Tair walked over him before standing himself and following his friend, if not a little slowly and dragging his feet to return the favor of slowing them down. Dan smiled as he saw Tair texting someone. "Oooo, does Tair have a girlfriend now?" Danny asked, teasing his friend as he continued to drag his feet before picking up the pace upon having the favor of yelling returned. "I'm going to hurry not because you told me to, but because I feel like it," Danny said in his most rebellious voice he has.

Dan looked down to see he owed lessons and wondered if he could somehow have Teddy steal the time so that he didn't have to give lessons and could instead spend the time with Isra. That would be nice. He would like that.

To Dylan:You see buddy, I have recently broken my voice and therefore cannot give instruction by speaking. You will only learn through telepathy, since you can't do that, I guess we can't have guitar lessons.

Danny sent the message with the most serious face he had on. He knew his friend would know he was joking and did it for the sake of making him smile. He continued walking next to Altair only to receive another text and just stop where he was without warning.

To JullieteI'm coming and don't worry, you're already a looser! You're my sister!

Danny had his half sister in his phone as "Romeo's GF" for whatever reason. Maybe it was because someone had once gone through all of his contacts to change their name to something related to their name to just mess with Danny. Dan had decided he either didn't care or liked it, but was too lazy to decide which and just went ahead and left it as it was. Dan then continued to walk, jogging slightly to catch up to Tair. Danny heard yet another text and groaned, stopping suddenly once again, then smiled at who it was and whooped, pumping his fist in the air in his excitement to talk to her. The best part? Nobody knew who he was so psyched over! Then his crush would be out and Isra would probably reject him, at least in his head that was how it went.



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Isra: I'll be there in two minutes.

Dan's contact had Isra in it as Amore Mio, My Love in Italian since few people in the states seemed to speak or be able to read Italian. Danny made the text short and sweet so he could take off running to get there as fast as possible. He ran by Altair, leaving him in the dust as he ran to reach the dining hall, ignoring the banging of the guitar on his back. He slowed to a jog as he approached so he wasn't so desperate in appearance.

Dan gave Dylan a slight wave as he took back up his running so he could reach the food line before someone else got there since he had spotted Isra at the end of the line. "I swear I will talk to you in a few minutes, thank you, I know I'm your biggest fan, I love you too, bye," Danny said as he gave a slide shuffle thing before resuming his running. He skidded to a stop behind Isra, his hands in his pocket, willing his body not to sweat and praying his dad was enough of a ladies man that he understood Dan's need to look good and not stink from exertion.

"There she is!" Danny stated as he held his arms up as if presenting Isra to an invisible audience. "So, have you gotten a new favorite song I must learn how to play so you have a fabulous acoustic version?" Danny asked as he grabbed a muffin and began peeling the wrapper off.

He wasn't sure what flavor it was, but as soon as he took a bite, he grabbed a napkin and spit it out. He dropped the gross half eaten bran muffin into the trash then hesitantly reached for one with something that might have been chocolate chips, he hoped they were chocolate chips. Dan was very pleased when it was and was able to swallow it.

"I'm telling you what, muffins are not just ugly cupcakes, they are just a different part of the cupcake family and prefer to not use makeup. So basically, muffins are beautiful as they are as they are like us, beautiful when natural. In other words, you look very muffinish today," Danny said in the stupidest pick up line he had ever used. He turned slightly away so he could bang his head on a table and lay down to die when he realized it wouldn't do any good and turned back to Isra. "So, what're you gonna do later? I did get my violin tuned if you want to come over and hear that one song from last year with a properly tuned violin," Danny asked, feeling like she would automatically say no since it was him. He would think every other girl would say yes, but the one that mattered? Why would she see anything in him? She was so much better...

Dan glanced back at Dylan and his other friends, scanning the dining area for anyone he might have missed. He saw people he knew and was friends with spaced out, then found the one guy he wasn't friends with, at all. His arch nemesis, which wasn't Danny being over dramatic, was currently doing something Danny didn't like. He debated interfering, then realized he'd have to eventually. Danny was fast, whispering under his breath so that it was only audible to him, "Ugly acts dealt to another shall return to you and become a bother."

It wasn't one of his best curses, and he could already feel lightheaded, the darkness he felt increasing on him causing him to feel as if he was suffocating for a moment before it passed and the curse was sent to encounter the jerk. Danny hoped that whatever Aiden had sent at Dylan was something really bad, not because he wanted Dylan to be in pain or whatever, but so Aiden was. It was a good jab, the first of many between the two Danny imagined. He gave a slight smirk before returning his full attention to Isra, having done the entire act when she was busy with the food options.