Carmen Velez

"I think that I should make up a catchphrase."

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a character in “In It For the Fame {Remake}”, as played by Miss Nomer


The group whose souls leap almost as high as their bodies



Carmen Isa Velez

She's been called short stuff on several occasions.

Seventeen [17]

The Dance Program


^Video Games
^Comic Books
^Playing Manhunt
^DC Comics Merchandise
^Large Movie Posters
^Durable Shoes
vHot Drinks
vInjuring Herself
vWatching TV
vBallroom dancing

vCarmen is actually terrified of heights, far preferring to be on the ground or even underground. She can be in a two story building, but three stories and up means the girl has to stay away from windows. She doesn't even like having the top bunk when she has bunkbeds.
vMelrose has a record of producing successful dancers- and that's impressive, but it doesn't quite manage squash Carmen's fear of life after school. She's worried that she won't be able to succeed in the dancing world. The girl would live off of next to nothing if it meant she danced for a living, but is worried that she won't even get that much.
vWhen she was younger, Carmen had some rather serious body image issues. She was a bit of a stereotype- starving herself because she thought that if she was a bit lighter, that jump would be just right, or her twirl would be a bit more graceful. She went through therapy to get through it when her parents found out. As it stands, she's afraid that something will make her relapse- it's a danger that she is putting up plenty of defenses against.

^It's a matter of course that Carmen wants to be a professional dancer- after all, she enrolled in this school as a dancer, did she not? The girl would give anything to dance for a living and accomplish this goal. Background dancing, movie dancer, whatever allows her to do what she loves.
^This might be a little bit silly sounding, but the young woman has always secretly wanted to be a superhero- not so much a dream as a little wish since childhood. She certainly wouldn't mind bringing about some vigilante justice or something, though- she just wants to be a hero to someone, it doesn't have to be the world.

Dancing || Finding Things || Bilingual || FPS Games

Dancing || Reading Comics || Playing Video Games || Exploring

vObviously, Carmen doesn't really go around advertising that she spent all of freshmen year and part of sophomore year with an eating disorder- it isn't the kind of thing you want people to know about and she's rather ashamed of it anyway.
vThis is a childish secret, but Carmen considers it a sort of secret- she was pretty much infatuated with Dick Grayson throughout all of middle school. Some girls had posters of boybands, she had Nightwing, Robin, and his stint as Batman plastered over her walls.
vCarmen is not the first person in her family to shoot from stardom- her elder brother is rather famous in the dancing world. Thankfully, he goes by their mother's last name, and she by their father's, so people don't really make the connection. She doesn't want to have to stand in his shadow, or to ride on his tailcoats.

Image Personality
Carmen has the tendency to come across to people as something of a goofball- her sense of humor is certainly a far cry from dry, and doesn't really qualify as witty. She's the one with the stupid jokes, who can make a pun for just about any conversation, and does her best to do so. Some people see her as nothing but a goofball, and those people are usually shocked when they see her dancing, because she can transform entirely, from amicable and easygoing to intense and graceful. But the focus of the moment is not her dance style, but the girl who is seen backstage before the recital- the one who tries to calm people down with stupid jokes and obscure references that people tend to just ignore.

Oh, God, the references. Those who know her will attest to the fact that she makes as many as she can, as if hoping that people will be convinced to share her love if she mentions her favorite video games and comics often enough. Basically, she relieves her own stress by acting as though she has none- by trying to make people at least laugh a little bit. She may be a dancer, but that's her bit- acting the fool during tense moments so that people will loosen up. Tense as in stressful- she's at least not going to crack jokes at a funeral, or while someone is spilling their heart out to her.

It is this willingness to make jokes at her own expense, and this stubborn goofiness, that makes Carmen the sort of person that makes friends easily. She's a social sort of person, and there isn't really much to explain it. Perhaps it is her tendency to always be able to pinpoint something good in a person, even if they otherwise act like a complete asshole. Even when she has reached her edge with a person, and is going to tear them down, she will see that spark of beauty, and is able to prevent herself from dehumanizing others because of this. Doesn't mean she won't chew a person out, though. But she will tone it down, often not releasing the full extent of her anger.

When she sees this beauty in others, she makes no attempt to hide it- she doesn't really attempt to hide much at all, in general. Carmen is an honest girl, and if she likes something about a person, she will tell them, no questions asked. Some people hang around her because of this- they know that they can trust her to be honest with them. She doesn't ignore people and expect them to get the hint that she doesn't want to hang out- she will point blank tell a person if she thinks that they don't really belong as friends or anything like that anymore. Perhaps it isn't the most tactful attribute in the world, but it is true of hers. She might honestly tell someone that she dislikes them, but she also is able to make people see their own beauty- maybe that's her much desired superpower. She is able to make people feel like they are the center of the world when they tell her something, because she gives undivided attention. Unfortunately, this can include unwavering eye contact, because people complained that she never looked at them when they were speaking to her back in her childhood. She's bad at realizing when the eye contact is making people feel uneasy, and this can occasionally put a damper on the whole 'make them feel important' thing.

Carmen has had plenty of people use her as a therapist of sorts, someone who will listen to their problems and give them her feedback. Very rare is it for this to be a vice versa situation, though. She feels ashamed of her own stress, and doesn't like to acknowledge it very much, so the young woman winds it up as tightly as possible and tucks the neat little ball away to the back of her mind, until it pops open and fills every crevice and corner of her mind. That happens rarely, luckily. Still, her way of dealing with stress is hardly the healthiest manner. Carmen does improve upon it a bit in that her dancing helps her to relieve stress- she dances a lot when going through tough times, almost obsessively, in fact. She just doesn't like talking about her concerns with people because she figures that they can be ignored. As though out of sight means out of existence. Perhaps she hides it because of her insecurity, which drives her to see her own concerns as trivial and not worth troubling others with. The girl acts cheerful, goofy, and completely carefree, but she is the posterchild for suppressed anxiety- and she knows it. The girl's been trying to work on her insecurity and anxiety, which is to say, she's been pushing those issues to the back of her mind as well. It's something of an unhappy compromise, really.

She tries to make up for her insecurity through hardwork- as though shoving enough force at a wall is enough to push it. The girl practices far more than she lets on, certainly, and can often be seen in the dance studio at 2am, only to be in school the next day bragging about how much sleep she got last night. The girl tends to deal with her issues by herself, because she thinks that asking for help equates being unworthy of it- like she hasn't tried hard enough, she isn't good enough. In fact, she is something of a coward when it comes to herself, strange as that might sound. She is afraid to accept the reality of many of her concerns, and so instead keeps throwing effort at them. She doesn't easily accept that some things can't be changed, that is to say. She is typically easygoing, but in matters of the self, the girl can be a bit more stubborn than usual. To be fair, it is this tenacity, plus a bit of natural talent, that helped her to get into this school. And she is determined to ensure that she will have a career in dancing after this school, as well, even if that means running herself to the bone in the wee hours of the night, and then having to find new ways of making herself seem completely awake during the day. Unfortunately, it kind of shows when she falls asleep in class- and when her grades begin to slip, just as they had when she was younger. She knows her limits, of course, she just has the tendency to push them a bit.

Goofy || Easygoing || Amicable || Hides Stress || Insecure || Optimistic || Hardworking || Blunt || Cowardly

Place of Origin
New York, New York

Leo Velez and Maria Correia were both raised in New York City, living in the same apartment building and going to the same school. Leo's parents spoke Spanish at home and Maria's spoke Portuguese, but when they were with each other, the pair spoke their own sort of English- the language of close friends, where nothing said can be the same as launching into a three minute explanation. They grew up together, after all- Maria had been born in that apartment building, and Leo moved there when his family left Spain (he had been around four years old at the time). As soon as Leo moved in, Maria singled him out as being around her age, and pestered him relentlessly until he relented and became friends with her. She had perhaps the most influence over how he spoke English, as he learned it, and thus their language seemed to have a sort of sync found typically in families. They were thick as thieves, of course, and were known for being best friends throughout their elementary school days. Skip a few years and they were on their way to university, and likely to marriage. The couple had decided to hold off on marriage until Leo graduated- he was aiming for a degree in accounting, as it happens.

That being said, things didn't pan out exactly as they had intended. Maria became pregnant before Leo could reach even his Bachelors degree. He decided that it was more important to take care of the child, and began to cut down on his load so that his classes were maybe once or twice a week, enabling him to work at a local store- Maria did the same, a cashier at a nearby grocery store. By the time Maria had given birth to their first child, whom they named Liam after a teacher they had both admired, they made another decision: Leo dropped out of college and got a full time job. He had nearly reached the Bachelors mark, but they didn't have the time or money to pay for more classes, even with the student loans. Besides, three years later Maria had another child- a girl whom they named Carmen, after Leo's late grandmother. When Carmen was born they couple moved to a new apartment, though it was still in the Bronx, where both of them had grown up. It was further from Leo's work, but somewhat safer from where they had recently lived, allowing Maria to feel more comfortable getting a part-time job, which she did when Carmen was around three years old. Carmen's mother often came to babysit three year old Carmen and six year old Liam, both of whom were something of a handful. Carmen was constantly wandering off, and Liam had the tendency to throw fits when not indulged.

That being said, both of them were talented kids, and good-natured despite their occasionally misleading behavior. Liam, of course, was in school before Carmen, and would often come home and brag about how much fun he was having in school. The girl didn't mind, because she enjoyed hearing about the adventures of the 'big kids' who were able to attend school. More importantly, she loved what her brother would bring home from the school library and let her read- comic books. The sort that are more appropriate for kids, of course, meaning that she wasn't really introduced to characters like Catwoman and the like until a bit later. Regardless of the ratings, though, they instilled in her what would become a lifelong fascination with heroes. This was not the last interest that her elder brother would introduce her to, however.

By the time she was around six years old, and and in kindergarten, Carmen's father had received a few promotions at work, and was now the manager of the store where he worked. This good fortune was followed by the announcement that Maria was pregnant with what would be the third and final child of the couple. Though the birth of her younger sibling was important, something else happened the next year which would change the course of Carmen's life, which had admittedly not really been set at that point. Her elementary school received a grant in the arts, with the intention of providing more opportunities to the students, many of whom came from families living below the poverty line. This grant provided for music, chorus, art, and, yes, dance. And so a love was born- maybe not her first love, an honor given to Dick Grayson, but certainly her most important one. One she has yet to lose.

At first, Carmen had planned on going with the art extracurricular program. She wanted to draw pictures like the ones that she saw in comic books. However, her older brother convinced her that taking the dance class would be fun. Following after him as she always was, Carmen eagerly agreed. After all, she was a first grade, and he was a very impressive fourth grade. Dance turned up to be the right choice for both of them. Carmen had always been very flexible, able to bend her body a bit more than the average person, and this turned out to give her a great advantage in class. She and her brother were both in the program for two years, taking classes everyday during their 'arts' period, when it got shut down. The siblings were crushed. It had become a bonding thing for the two of them, but more importantly, it had grown to be something which they both adored.

They found good fortune once more, though, for their had been a guest instructor now and again, and the Velez siblings had caught her eye. She made a deal with their parents- if the children would help set up and clean after class, they could dance in her studio for free. While skeptical at first, Maria and Leo were eventually won over by the pleas of their children. Thus, a new accommodation was made for the two, and they were able to continue dancing. And they were good, continued to be. Both took ballet exclusively at first, the classic, but by the time she reached sixth grade, Carmen wanted to do more than that- she wanted to try hip hop, jazz, contemporary- she wanted to do it all. Her brother put all of his focus into ballet, but she wanted to experiment. And that she did, though she remained in ballet. By the end of the year, she remained in ballet and hiphop. Outside of classes, one of her friends, who was taking breakdancing lessons at a local community center, taught her what he learned in class. The girl lived and breathed danced- she was constantly practicing. She had time only for dance and for comics, as her break. Unfortunately, her grades began to slip because of this, not an ideal thing. When her parents found out, they threatened to take her out of dance classes. She had to beg them not to. Her brother had already gone on to Melrose Academy, and she wanted to do so as well- something that would require to put in her all for the next year, especially.

So they relented, albeit reluctantly, warning her that she better keep with at least a B average. Basically Carmen ended up stretching her time very, very thin, laying down a foundation of stress that did not prove to be optimal for her. She wanted to do everything- dance, read comics, hang out with friends, watch movies, get decent grades, stay on the track team. Dancing took up a lot of her time, but she wasn't going to let go of it. She ended up quitting the track team, and sliced her movie watching quite a bit, filling up this time with Dance, Dance, Dance. By the end of eighth grade, she had managed to get into the school. Receiving the acceptance letter was perhaps the happiest day of her life.

The next year, she entered as a freshman, and was lucky to have someone she knew there- her brother was a senior at the time, and known as one of the best dancers, definitely the best male dancer, in his year. They had been very close in childhood, and she expected that this would continue to be the case- it wasn't. Her brother told her to keep their sibling status a secret, because he didn't want to have to worry about her too much, and didn't want her riding on his tailcoats. She found herself agreeing, but she placed a lot of stress on herself to do well, to emulate her brother. The girl became obsessed with the idea of being lighter, and ended up dealing with anorexia for the next year, before her brother found out and told her parents. Once more, they threatened to take her out of the school. A compromise was reached- she went into therapy over the summer, something which cost her family a good deal of money, and promised to begin eating regularly again. There were instances of relapses, but she kept those a secret, and is doing better now.

Theme Song: [url=LINK TO SONG]What song do you think explains you?[/url]
Anything else: Put any other information you deem necessary.

So begins...

Carmen Velez's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Persephone Williams Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Skye Williams Character Portrait: Lexus Venue Character Portrait: Marley Ortega-Ortiz Character Portrait: Sawyer Reed Character Portrait: Lucas De Luca Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley Character Portrait: Clara Kingsley Character Portrait: Ava J. Doyle Character Portrait: Courtney Melissa Paige Character Portrait: Leo R. Jackson Character Portrait: Belinda Valentino Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood Character Portrait: Tyler Blake Character Portrait: Nichole Tran

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Melrose Academy Move-In Day

It was move-in day!

It was late August, the warm California sun beating down on poor, defenseless people as they made their way through their different lives, each going on different paths. Some crossed such paths; others, went on by without even acknowledging each other. But it was lively on Melrose Academy campus as the students filed in by groups. Squeals and yells of excitements could be heard a mile away as friends reunited. Some were not as escastic as others. Most, however, were filled with a new sense of adventure and wonder at the looming year of backstabbing, creativity, blooming romance, rivalries and friendships.

Who's ready for an awesome school year?
(OOC: I know. this sucked. but my creative juices are dry right now as i stare at psychology in the face)


Mom, we've been through this," Nina said calmly, staring up at her anxious mother with expectant and weary eyes. No matter how many times they have done this - unpacking her clothes in a room that wasn't hers and separating for at least a week - Mirella Lovell seemed to not get used to it. Sad green eyes took in her daughter's stance; Nina was seated on her bed with her legs crossed and her body propped up by her hands on the bed. At the moment, Nina Lovell looked like the little impatient child that had to wait for her mother to stop prancing around her room because she was leaving her at Melrose Academy for the first time alone.

Mirella sighed.

It's been a long time since Nina had been that girl and it still felt like that day every single time.

"Fine, fine...I'm leaving," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. Nina grinned and stood, ready to walk her mother to the door. When she stood, a small childish part of her squealed in delight. At some point, Nina became just a few centimeters taller than her mother and she revelled in that revelation. However, just as they began walking into the common area of the suite she was sharing with her other roommates that she had not been able to see, Mirella turned back around and Nina placed impatient hands on her hips. If her mother could pout, the woman would probably be doing so. "I know, but I just...are you sure you don't need anything? Maybe new curtains? Oooh...we can go get that rug - "

"Mom, we literally bought out IKEA this year because you wanted to get everything new," Nina reminded her, taking in her bedroom. She was happy that she got to have everything to herself save for the bathroom, kitchen and living room. Having a bedroom was like achieving near Nirvana; you didn't get there, but you damn sure feel like you were close enough. "I have snacks that could last me the rest of the semester, I like my room, I have my laptop, I have my TV, and I am going to be fine. I'll be even better when you leave." Nina gave her a mom a pointed look and Mirella sighed, defeated. The two women walked out of the room and then out of the suite, arms linked.

Do not get Nina wrong; she loved her mom a lot and she understood where the woman was coming from. Nina had gotten sick during their trip to Montpellier this summer and the woman nearly flew into an anxiety attack. Since then, she had been watching Nina like a hawk. If Nina complained about the smallest of headaches, she was suddenly being whisked away to the hospital. Nina could recall accidentally hitting her arm against a door. It was no secret that Nina bruised easily. Did that stop Mirella from rushing her to the hospital? No. Even when the doctor told her that everything was alright - that it would be rare for her to develop her cancer again during this age range, especially after having made an astounding recovery. But Mirella was steadfast in her desire to watch out for her daughter. Having to separate was probably a pain.

Just as they reached the parking lot, Mirella began listing off all the things she wanted Nina to do and the brunette smirked.

"And call you on Wednesdays after seven because you have choir rehearsal at four-thirty and bible study at six," Nina finished for her and placed her hands on Mirella's shoulders. "Mama, I am going to be fine. If I get the first symptom of anything, I will be in the nurse's office. Pinky swear." Nina even held up her pinky to the older woman and after a moment, Mirella smiled sheepishly and linked their pinkies before pressing her forehead against her daughter's. Nina closed her eyes, smiling.

"Mī thōḍē ēka, āpaṇa prēma," she whispered and pulled away slowly, a bright smile on her face and tears glistening in her eyes.

"Love you too, Mom," Nina replied and watched her mother get in the car. She folded her arms over her chest and walked to the driver's side. "You drive safely. Tell Paṇajī āṇi ājōbā that I love them and I'll call." Her mother nodded and before long, Nina was watching the tail end of her mother's Ford driving off, leaving Nina alone in the parking lot. With nothing to do, Nina straightened out the skirt of her outfit before deciding to text Carmen and find out if she was on campus yet.


"Dad, I'm fine. Just finished settling in is all," Mason said as he pretty much hurled his suitcase on his bed. Sighing at the task as this was the second suitcase he brought up to his room - second to the trunk of belongings he also had - Mason plopped himself behind the big bag.

Like always, James Lockwood could not come to Melrose Academy or even LA to see his son off. It wasn't that Mason wasn't used to this. Since the incident-that-shall-not-be-named, his father had not been able to look at him the same without some ounce of pity or guilt in his eyes. There was the time with Amber last year and that entire debacle, but other than that, Mason hardly saw his father unless he had somehow gotten into serious trouble. In truth, Uncle Charlie was probably the only real father figure Mason had in his life and normally, that was fine. But, somewhere in the back of his mind where he would deny this vehemently while looking just like the little boy that loved being swung around in his father's arms, he had actually hoped that today would be different.

It wasn't.

Really shouldn't have expected anything more.

"Yes, Uncle Charlie is helping me," Mason answered, almost missing his father's inquiry. Agitation was very much clear in his voice and at some point, Mason didn't care if his roommate - whoever that was - heard. It wasn't like privacy was going to be much anyway; it never was in double rooms. "Yeah, I checked my account. Thanks." At least, that was something Mason could always count on. Money. As sad as it was, that was the one thing his father provided without fail. After a few more moments of meaningless and awkward chatter, Mason bid his father adieu and pretty much threw his phone on the bed. Sighing once more, he layed back and sprawled out, staring at the ceiling.

This was going to be a long year.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood

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When she walks onto campus, armed with her suitcases, Carmen is reminded of one of the downsides of living on the other side of the United States, and of the fact that plane tickets are frightfully expensive; while many of her peers are seen off by their parents, she is struggling to hold as many bags as she possibly can, having insisted to the taxi driver that she could get it all in one trip. She can, of course, but it requires some shifty stacking on a rolling suitcase, and her walking in such a way that looks suspiciously like a waddle- hardly suiting for an upperclassman in the dancing department. Then again, even when she is walking gracefully, the girl tends to be making expressive hand gestures and strange faces that distract from any natural elegance that she might have. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why, unlike her brother, she pursues more modern dance styles in favor of classical ballet. She takes the class for it, of course, but she hardly aims to be a Prima Ballerina, and anyone who knows her would likely laugh at the very concept. They'd probably say that she's too goofy to ever pass as the Odette sort of girl.

Despite her unfortunate luggage situation, Carmen seems to be keeping herself in a rather good mood. Why wouldn't she? Her first year as an upperclassman, coming back to school to see friends that she hasn't seen in months- she's been anticipating this since her first week home. Not that Carmen didn't enjoy visiting home over the summer, of course. Her younger brother, Will, had just graduated from fifth grade, and had spent the entire summer gushing about how fantastic he was going to be in middle school- the insecurities had yet to his him, and she was thankful for this. The young woman doesn't have the chance to visit home as often as she'd like, even though financial aid does make tuition less of a burden on her family, so she always cherishes the long break with her family. Still, her little apartment in the Bronx is a far cry from the deluxe facilities at Melrose, and she's itching to get on the studio floor. After dropping off her things, of course. In a normal room. I'm the only Junior in the dance department that's in a regular room, she realizes, but keeps her mood up. After all, at least her roommate is Kassandra- that should make for an excellent year.

Carmen makes it to the dorms before her ringtone goes off, the classic Batman theme blaring from her phone, distracting her from her journey to find her actual room. Instinctively, the young woman reaches towards her pocket, forgetting the bag under her arm, which then falls and hits her toe. It isn't too heavy of a bag, but it's enough to hurt, and have Carmen jump onto one foot, as if to relieve a marginal amount of pressure from her stubbed toe. "Ouch! Yikes," the girl resists the urge to pull off her vans and inspect for damage, instead leaning against the wall for a moment and looking at a text from Nina, asking if she's on campus yet.

To: Nina
First floor of the dorm building- you wouldn't happen to have a sudden urge to help me with my bags? Or bring down a bandaid?

She sends the text and then carefully pokes her toe, only to flinch at the little shock of pain. It's not broken or anything, but she sorely hopes that the lessons won't include being on point for the next day or two.


"I can carry that," Theo insists, taking a slightly heavier bag away from his grandfather, who had gone with him to move in for his second year at Melrose Academy. He's been doing this for the entire walk to the dorm building- until, eventually, his grandfather was carrying nothing but a viola case and a cup of coffee. He'd protested the first few times, reminding Theodore that he's old, not crippled, but eventually gave in, so that his curly-haired grandson ended up carrying most of the bags. There aren't very many of them, anyway. Theo is far from fashionable, and only owns a few articles of clothing. In fact, out of the three suitcases he's brought for the entire year, only the smallest has regular clothing in it. He also carries a hanger with a tux on it, but that is reserved for concerts. His other bag is all CDs and Notebooks, along with his laptop. Thus, he is well prepared for the year. If he needs school supplies, he can always purchase them over the course of the year, and he's otherwise perfectly fine.

The Roberts duo turns a corner, the walls familiar to Theo, of course, though his first days here had been something of a blur- a mix of dreaminess and morbidness, as he switched between excitement and certainty that he would find himself to be an utter failure here. At first, he had come to believe this- all of the other music department students seemed to play five or six instruments. Most were double, or even triple, threats, and could certainly outperform Theo on the viola any day. Eventually, he had found his own talents, though, providing a security blanket of sorts. He was, at least in his department or year, one of the best musical composers. Perhaps he hadn't been playing Mozart at three years old, but the young man has a gift for creating his own pieces- most often for the piano and cello. Vain though it may seem, Theo had been glad to be slightly better than the others at something, at least.

He and his grandfather continue on to his dorm room in silence- the elder Mr. Roberts has always been more a man of actions than words, really. He stops about halfway to the room and looks at Theo, who stops a few seconds later, upon realizing that his grandfather is no longer walking beside him. "Erm. Yes?" He asks quickly- his words are always a bit quicker than they ought to be.

"This is as far as I go, then. You don't need your grandfather walking you into your room, now," Mr. Roberts says evenly, though having been raised by him, Theo knows that he is about to cry, or look less composed, and would like to return to the car before doing so. He reaches an arm around his grandfather in a half sort of hug, before nodding. "Right. I'll see you for the Holidays," Theo says, taking his viola away from his grandfather. The two sort of nod, and then go separate ways. To the untrained eye, it seemed a very unsentimental, and downright chill, affair.

Moments later, Theo is opening the door to his room, a slight task given his full hands, and spots a fellow student already lying on one of the beds. "Hey, you must be Ma-" Theo begins, before hearing a familiar voice yelp in pain just a bit down the hallway. He leans out the door to see Carmen leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway, leaning against the corner and holding her toe- completely exaggerating the situation.

"Hey, Carmen! Are you alright?" he calls out. Without waiting for an answer, he goes into the room and drops his stuff on the bed, ignoring any response she might have given for a different priority- introductions.

"Theodore Roberts- you can call me Theo," he introduces himself to Mason.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Carmen Velez

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Not too long after her text was sent, Nina heard her Katy Perry ringtone alert her that Carmen responded. Smirking, she read it only for that same smirk to form into a frown. What in God's name had happened? Luckily for Carmen, Mirella decided to give Nina an extra pack of bandaids out of precaution and made Nina promise to keep it in her little bag. With that in mind, she headed towards the dorms to find her friend.

It didn't take long. Carmen was leaning against the wall and Nina hurried over the the blonde, kneeling quickly. She registered that there was some male voice that called Car's name, but she wasn't paying any real attention. She frowned at Carmen.

"Seriously, sweetie? What did you do?"


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley

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Kassandra Kingsley

Kassandra had spent most of her summer, in Sweden, which is her home land. She spent a lot of time, talking to her friends from there and getting in touch with her old roots, eventually she had a private investigator that helped her get reconnected with her biological family, she wanted to meet them for so long, but unfortunately, her mother had passed away, before she had the chance to meet her. Her father on the other hand was a sweet old man, who had apologized over and over again, for leaving her, and letting her go to another family. Soon she had met her older brother, Flynn, who had been happy to meet her, and they started to all talk more and get used to each other. She spent most of her time trying to get reconnected with them, and to have them feel like a family.

She finally came back to where her heart belonged, which was the academy that she was new to just the last year before. She was always ahead in her studies though, and she was in her senior year this year, it was rather exciting for her to know she would be up high. She knew though that she was only getting a regular room, despite being a senior and it was one of those things all seniors were supposed to get, so she was a little disappointed on not getting one but when she found out that she'd get to room with Carmen things got better. It wouldn't be a bad year at lest.

Kass had her two travel suit cases, with her and other luggage that her brother was actually with her to help. He decided to come back to America with her, which she was excited about, he wanted to see what it was like and wanted to go for adventure. She was happy to have his help, They walked a bit and talked and made jokes with each other. "So what exactly do you do here again?" He asked her and she rolled her eyes, "You haven't been able to tell from the keyboard you're carrying on your back for me?" She asked smiling at him. A few guys had waved at Kass and she waved to them all, and said hi to the odd person here and there while she was walking to her room.

She opened the door and she put her stuff down. Kassandra, was a perfectionist and she had to get her things organized and settled now, there was nothing else she wanted to do for now. Kass, soon hugged her brother before he left and she was left to set her stuff up. She got her light purple bed sheets and started to add her own touch to them, and soon hung up her collages of pictures of her and all her friends from home and from here, and she organized all her drawers, and set up her desk space, as well as her keyboard. Kass was so excited for this year, and then she remembered her friends, Nina and Carmen. Carmen and Nina both being dancers, always seemed closer though, considering, Kass was a musician, and lacked any ability to dance.

Soon Kass walked out into the common dorm area and she saw Carmen and Nina, but there was also Theo there as well, she smiled and then realized stuff had been going on over there, meanwhile she thought, it'd be good of her to go over there and talk to them, she also knew right now wouldn't be the time to play catch up. K.P then started to walk the other way with a skip in her step and she cheerily went down the hall. She was so excited to get back into music, she also had a ton of new songs she had been in the works of that she wanted to iron out more and get her teachers' thoughts on, because it mattered a lot to her.

Kassandra was soon started to hum a cheerful tune as she walked around in the common dorm area, wondering if she was going to run into anyone else she knew, it was a possibility, she knew a lot of people, and they knew her. Soon she bumped into one guy. "Oh sorry." She said kindly and tried to walk away but felt a hand on her wrist. "Can I help you?" She asked cheery like, and the guy had a grimace on his face. "Come on, Kassandra, you don't remember me?" He asked her and raised his eyebrows. She soon sighed and then nodded her head. "I do, hard to forget faces of people I meet." She said with a smile on her face, thinking maybe he would let her go soon. "You're kinda hurting my wrist, but not a big deal." She said softly to him, and he looked at her for a few more moments. "I'm sorry, where are my manners?" he said in a strained voice as he tightened his grip a bit more and she winced. Then the pressure released and he let go, "See you later Kingsley." He mumbled and continued walking.

Kass too a breath in, she hadn't realized she hadn't stopped breathing, and soon she continued to advance in making her rounds in the common area for the dorms.


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Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley Character Portrait: Tyler Blake

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Cassie stood at the entrance of the suite, it seemed that this year she was in the more luxury dorms, not that she was complaining.
Only bad bit was, that she had to share everything apart from her room with her suite mates. From what the dorm list stated she was sharing with Nina and Belinda. She didn't really know either of them, she knew of them just not them exactly.
Opening the door to the suite, she began to look around, someone had definitely been here, but weren't there now.
Heading straight towards the room that was allocated as hers.

Once inside she smiled, the room is sweet and chilled which was good as she was never into anything to vibrant. Her parent had come earlier this morning to set her room up for her as she was busy meeting with Tyler before so she wouldn't have had enough time to set her room up and get her timetable.

Placing her suitcase on top of her bed she began to unpack most of her clothes, since most of her stuff had been bought over by her parents, she didn't need to unpack much. Mainly a few extra pieces of clothing. An Owl pillow (<3) and a few of her Pokemon plush dolls.
Since she didn't leave her room much, unless to go to class or to visit on of her closer friends she had a lot of DVD's and some games to play on either her Xbox.
But guessing as this year since she is in the suite's and Carmen is quite friendly with Nina, they would probably end up here most of the time or at Tyler's as he is in the Suite dorms as well

Deciding it would be a suitable time for her to grab her timetable, she exited her room whilst grabbing her Pokemon hoodie and headed towards the office.
Pulling her phone from her pocket she decided she'd better text Kassandra and Carmen to notify that she had arrived.
Arrived at the school, movie and game night at mine? Think I'm in the Suite's with Nina if the school put it correct this year. Also Tyler will probably come...
Once grabbing her timetable from the office she decided to go to the cafe to get something to drink, it was better than being stuck in her room that's for sure!

Tyler was laying in his bed in the dorm, this year like the last he had been placed in the Suite dorms. Something that is very helpful.
He had got here early this morning after meeting Cassie as she had to get a few things before she came to the school.
Tyler hadn't been doing much since he had arrived, he already had his class schedule and had checked who his room mate was going to be. From what it said, he was room with Lucas. He got a long with the guy and respected him, he just got annoyed when he flirted with girls. Especially Cassie and Kassandra.
Speaking of Kassandra he better go find her. He promised he would meet her when they arrived.

After walking through the campus and reaching the regular dorms, he let himself into the building knowing the Kas would probably be around her somewhere he decided to check the common room before heading to the front desk to find her exact dorm.
As he entered the room, he immediately spotted her, but something was different about her. Walking over towards her, once he reached her, he wrapped an arm around her and crouching slightly as he placed his head between her shoulder and neck. "You okay Kas?" He asked her quietly.


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Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley

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In a sign of great maturity and wisdom, Carmen looked down when Nina knelt to check her foot, and grimaced, "You know, Nina, I don't think I'm ready for this kind of commitment, yet. Can you ask me again tomorrow?" Clearly her toe doesn't hurt as much as she's making it out to be, if the girl is making it a priority to crack a joke before allowing her friend to properly assess her injury. Carmen does, however, take off her shoe and sock to show a little bruise, already turning blue, on the big toe of her right foot. It's hardly pretty, but, then again, people have told her before that she has strange feet; her pinkie toe curves in a little bit more than usual, and her second toe is just as long as the first. Well, at least her feet have the proper arch. People who can't dance particularly well are called flat-footed for at least a sliver of a reason. Carmen glances around for a second, before looking down at Nina and putting a finger over her mouth.

"I dropped a bag on it trying to answer your text," she admits, whispering because it is, in fact, a little bit embarrassing. Coming back to the whole 'dancers shouldn't be clumsy' thing. Carmen shrugs and scratches the bag of her head, "Because I'm not always the brightest of bulbs." This is followed by a sheepish smile as she wiggles her toe, right in Nina's face one might mention, hoping that she'll apply the bandaids that Carmen sees sticking out of her pocket.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you, Nina? Maybe I'm ready for that commitment after all," Carmen says, beginning to break through her sheepish smile with a dimpled grin. Dimpled meaning little indents at the base of where her cheeks rise for the expression. Carmen looks up for a moment, and sees Kassandra flashing a smile towards the area. She raises her hand for a wave, but Kassandra has already turned and left, not seeing it.

Guess she's meeting up with someone, the young woman concludes with a shrug. I'll see her later, anyway. Oh, god, she's not going to enjoy my normal slobbish room, is she? the idea seems to just now be dawning on Carmen. Last year, she'd roomed with a person who was always gone, and therefore never noticed the clothing she'd leave on the ground, the comics and figurines that were left over various surfaces, etc. Putting it kindly, Carmen's side of rooms always tend to be a bit of a trainwreck. That's why she'd been crossing her fingers for a suite- her own room, where people wouldn't be bothered by the mess.

"You don't think that Mr. Berry is going to have us on point this week, do you?" Carmen asks her fellow dancer, making a face at the idea of having to dance on point with her toe bruised. Before Nina can respond, Carmen's text tone goes off again, this time with a text from Cassie. She flips open her phone, which she's had since seventh grade and treats like a fragile child, though it seems to never be broken by anything, and reads the text.

To: Cassie
Sounds like a plan, Stan! What movies? Can I pick? I'm getting emergency care from Nina right now.

Carmen looks down at Nina with a feigned expression of betrayal, "You and Cassie are sharing a suite without me? I'm hurt. And not just physically."


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Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood

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Nina laughed at Carmen lightly. Leave it to Car to try to crack jokes when she was hurt. It was one of the reasons why Nina loved the blonde so much. No matter how serious the situation, Carmen always brought light and in a world where darkness lay in every corner, it was refreshing. What wasn't refreshing was seeing the blonde on the floor and in pain.

"Oh, the rejection! How can I ever go on," Nina exclaimed dramatically, feigning a look of utter devastation. Well, it was as much devastation as she could muster. It was no secret that Nina wasn't the best of actresses; she could hardly lie very well. She chuckled at her own little performance, shaking her head as she took in her friend's injury.

Luckily, Carmen hadn't injured herself too badly. It was common for anyone to drop something heavy on their toes; Nina did so last week. However, as a dancer, it was life-threatening. Any one injury could lead them to have to go to the hospital. Hospital trips led to extended vacations from dancing. She didn't even need to go into detail about how much one could suffer from not dancing for an extended period of time. Nina frowned as Carmen explained that she dropped her suitcase because she answered Nina's text.

"Wait next time, please," Nina begged and applied the bandage to the girl's toe. The bruising should go down in the next few days, but it wouldn't be wise to do anything extreme. "I do not need to be the reason why we don't have you in class. You know I can't go a day in Mr. Berry's class without you. And no, I don't think we're doing point so soon. He'll probably just figure out where we are after the summer and give us at least this week to get ourselves together." Nina winked good-naturedly and helped Carmen put back on her sock and shoe, telling Carmen to also wear sandals or something if she could. Anything would be better than the closed-toe shoes that would put more pressure on the toe.

With that settled, Nina helped her friend stand, allowing the blonde to lean all of her weight on her.

"Just lead the way," Nina said. She picked up one of Carmen's heavier items and then another one, hopefully alleviating all of the pressure so that the girl could limp her way to her room. She felt her phone buzz in her back pocket and opted to wait until they got to Carmen's room to answer. It was most likely Belinda. Just as she was about to ask Carmen again, she turned and saw a pout on the blonde's face. "What?"

"You and Cassie are sharing a suite without me? I'm hurt. And not just physically." Nina giggled.

"What are you complaining for? You and I both know you'll just be in the suite with us every single day! Whose rooms were you in back-and-forth last year?" Nina decided to remind her, arching an eyebrow. She and Carmen both knew the answer to that. Despite not being close to Cassie, she understood that Carmen was both of their friends. Perhaps being in a suite together would bring Nina closer to the other junior. After all, it was her mission this year to make more friends.


Just as his roommate entered the room, the boy was back in the hallway and Mason sat up for that moment, trying to peer out the door to see who he was talking to. He heard two familiar voices, one in particular one that left him smiling. Nina. It had been fun spending a little time with her earlier this summer. He actually was supposed to text her when he got back on campus. However, knowing the older brunette female, she was probably too busy greeting all of her friends.

In his musing, Mason almost missed it when Theo spoke to him.

"Theodore Roberts- you can call me Theo." The guy introduced himself and Mason smiled in response, hopefully conveying enough warmth towards his new roommate. His last roommate was his former best friend and that didn't end too well. If Mason could recall, the guy turned out to be gay and that was just another story that Mason didn't want to delve into. It wasn't as if Mason actually had a problem with being friends with a gay or a bisexual, but things became awkward. How do you react when your best friend makes moves on you? While you guys were roommates!

Yeah, weird.

"Mason Lockwood," Mason replied, deciding then to start unpacking some of his things. "Is your friend alright out there?"


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Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Skye Williams Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Clara Kingsley

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Clara leaned her head against the glass window of her taxi as it sped through the streets of L.A. She watched the blur of people and cars as they passed them by. Her thoughts were taken back to home, and suddenly she wanted to go back. She had loved in New York City her entire life, and she felt at home among the prodigious skyscrapers, the bustling people, and the noise. She rhythmically tapped her fingers on the seat to the beat of the music blasting though her headphones.

Clara was worn out from the long flight she took to get from New York to California, two places on opposite sides of the country. On top of that, she had to catch a taxi to the academy, which piled on another hour and a half of travel. Her eyes caught sight of a building coming into view, and Clara visibly perked up. It was the academy. All feelings of homesickness dispersed, and were replaced by excitement. She was reminded that this was her second home.

The taxi driver pulled up to the front of the school and blandly helped her out with her bags. After being paid, he promptly took his leave, not even looking back. Clara slung her three duffel bags onto her shoulder and pulled her suitcase behind her as she headed towards the entrance. Lugging her bags was quite an ordeal, namely because the bags kept sliding off her shoulder, and the suitcase insisted on getting stuck in every crack. Finally, she made it to the front lobby, and was greeted with the sight of Nina, Theo, and Carmen. She smiled delightedly, and was about to approach them, but held back. She didn't want to risk it, since her luggage was so heavy. She would have time to talk after she unpacked.

Clara found her room rather quickly, and opened the door. When she stepped inside, someone was already there, lounging on a bed and scribbling in a book. She wasn't anyone Clara recognized. Maybe she was a freshman? "Hey," she greeted with a smile, before dumping her bags onto the unoccupied bed. "You must be my roommate. I'm Clara."


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Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood

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Carmen can't help but grin, even through the continuing ache in her toe, clearly satisfied with having made Nina laugh. She always seems to be the goofy sort, trying to make other people laugh and willingly breaking tensions through jokes made at her own expense. Given how relaxed she comes across as being, it is shocking to those who do not know her well how much she works. The young woman has some natural gift in dance, of course, but her skill is otherwise entirely earned through working her feet down to the bone, and spending long nights working on this twirl or that leap. She isn't a perfectionist, as Nina is, but the girl has her own steely work ethic that aids her in keeping up with the dancers who seem to have an unfair portion of natural talent. Still, she laughs and grins at her friends response to the jest.

"You'll simply have to get over me, I'm afraid. It will be difficult, but I have faith in you," the blonde encourages her friend, nodding sagely, though her smile cannot be restrained, breaking through her poor attempt at an expression of seriousness. While Nina examines her injury, Carmen looks over the hallway again, as though expecting someone to suddenly jump in and do something spontaneous and amusing. At this school, such a thing isn't as far-fetched as it may seem. Musicians practice in the lunchroom, one can hear opera in the bathroom stalls, and dancers bend and contort as they carry on perfectly mundane conversations outside of class. This is perhaps one of Carmen's favorite things about this school: it's variety and general atmosphere. While it may have a fiercely competitive air about it, Melrose also has this intoxicating factor about it, for every student is passionate about what they do, and are gifted in their respective fields, as well.

Carmen raises her eyebrows at Nina's reassurance, but ends up smiling anyway. The young woman is a smiler, as far as expressions go. If she's nervous or frightened, Carmen will smile. Happy or excited? Smiles for that. Miserable? An unconvincing little smile for that. This smile, however, is genuine. "Nope. Definitely blaming you if Mr. Berry scolds me," she promises, returning Nina's wink after listening to her fellow dancer's instructions about preserving her toe.

As Nina reminds her of how often Carmen had been in Cassie and Nina's rooms last year, she finds herself smiling guiltily, knowing it to be true. To be fair, Cassie had gaming consoles in her room- Carmen was not so lucky. "Fair enough. Follow me," Carmen concedes, limping a bit over to her room, which was at the end of a hallway in the dorm. Clearly, Kassandra had already dropped off her stuff, but the girl herself is long gone.

Carmen drops her stuff on her bed and immediately opens one of the bags, which is full of rolled up and mistreated comic books and graphic novels. The guilty smile returns when she sees the state of her precious books, before turning back towards Nina, standing in front of the bag to hide it from sight. "I could eat a stegosaurus- have you had lunch yet?"


"Mason Lockwood," Theo's new roommate responds with a smile that seems friendly enough, leading Theo to decide that he seems like an alright sort of person. He does notice a bit of an accent in Mason's words, which makes him think of his Grandfather, who has already left the campus by now. Both of his Grandparents had moved to the US from England, after all, though time had degraded their accent into something which came and go depending on the words and how quickly the two were speaking. Obviously, Theo never adopted such an accent from his guardians, but of course, people tend to mimic the sound of their peers rather than their parents, so this is to be expected. Thoughts returning to his new roommate, Theo nods in acknowledgement to the fellow.

When he asks about the injured party sitting outside, Theo just chuckles, glancing back towards the door. "Carmen? She's probably just exaggerating it, honestly," he explains to Mason, justifying his own nonchalance about her yelp in pain. Given experience, he's likely not wrong. Like many others, his friend exaggerates the small pains, and denies the existence of the big ones. Perhaps he does this himself, but it really depends more on his mood than anything else, should he dwell on it enough to consider such a thing.

"Besides, sounds like someone's already gone to her aid," he adds, hearing Carmen's voice speaking to another familiar one, though the voices eventually fade, walking away, most likely.

Taking cue from Mason, Theo begins to unpack his own stuff, though it is a small amount, of course. He puts priority on his music and instruments, placing the sheet music in the first drawer of his bedside table, and setting his instruments to the side, away from any danger, as gently as one might an infant. Having carefully done this, he begins to thoughtlessly throw clothing into whichever drawers will fit them on his side. Only a concert tuxedo is spared from this, hung up in the closet, the only thing he puts in there to take up space. "What department are you in, then? Not music," Theo inquires, turning back towards Mason.


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Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley Character Portrait: Tyler Blake

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Cassie's phone buzzed on the table, placing her caramel tea down she picked her phone up to read a text from Carmen "Sounds like a plan, Stan! What movies? Can I pick? I'm getting emergency care from Nina right now."
She was a bit worried that she had all ready injured herself, she hadn't even been here a whole day and had somehow all ready been injured.
To Carmen
'Yea you can pick, but knowing you it'll probably be a Batman film ;) What on earth have you done this time?'.
Placing her phone in her pocket of her jeans, and picking up her caramel tea, she made her way back to the dorm room.

Once arriving at the suite she made her way over to the couch in the main room. She wasn't sure if Belinda or Nina were back so she decided she would just watch the television until then. But before that she needed to text Tyler to tell her to come round later with her sweets that he had stolen.
Tyler, coming round later? Bring Kass as well if your with her! Oh and your better have my sweets!

Although she said she was all right, he still didn't believe her. "If you say so." He muttered. Something was up with her that's for sure, but he wasn't going to press matters. She would tell him when she was ready to that's for sure.
When Kassandra asked if he got a suite again, he smirked slightly.
"Don't you know it!" One good thing about being a senior and junior was that they got better dorms. Well not all of them. Take Kassandra for example, she was a senior but she wasn't given one of the suite's. But that's probably because she skipped a few grades.

"You probably didn't get one as your such a brain box" He joked slightly as he rubbed her head, he doesn't know why he does that to her he just finds it entertaining.
"Anyway you'll probably be round mine most of the time of Cassie's. Speaking of Cassie she just text me." He said whilst checking his phone.
"Were going round there's later" He said with a smirk.


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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Belinda Valentino Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood

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Nina chuckled at Carmen as they sat the girl's things in her room.

Not even sure how that would fit in your mouth, sweetie," Nina replied and pulled out her phone. A small squeal escaped from her mouth as she recalled that Belinda was, in fact, her suite mate. She hurriedly responded to her best friend's text.

Heading to the caf with Carmen. Come :)

With the text sent, Nina turned all of her attention back to the blonde before her, flipping some of her hair over her shoulder. While she adored having her hair longer now and was ever grateful for not being that bald, sickly child she remembered looking at it in the mirror, it could get annoying. Nina almost had the right mind to tie it back into one of her chignons, but refrained from doing so. She was wearing the headband for a reason.

"I invited Belle for lunch," she told Carmen, hooking her arm with the blonde. One, because the girl would need to refrain from putting too much pressure on her toe. Secondly and probably the bigger reason, because she missed Carmen. Talking on the phone and occasionally Skyping was one thing; seeing the girl in the flesh and being able to just be in her presence was something entirely different. "Come on, I actually want a burger right now."


"Carmen? She's probably just exaggerating it, honestly." Mason chuckled to himself. He remembered Carmen. She was friends with Nina and well, the bubbly blonde was cute. Mason knew nothing would come out of it and actually hadn't thought about her all summer. Then again, the girl from Pasadena was pretty mind-blowing. Anyway, he could recall Carmen's tendency to over-exaggerate. He presumed that Theo and Carmen were close. Actually, now that the thought crossed his mind, he recalled seeing them every now and then.

While putting away his clothes that required being hung up, Mason overheard Theo saying that Carmen was probably getting help and his earlier assumption that Nina was outside was confirmed. He almost abandoned the conversation with his new roommate to confront the brunette, but heard her voice slowly fading away down the hall. I'll text her later.

"What department are you in, then? Not music." Mason shook his head, pulling out one of his leather jackets and hanging it up in the closet.

"Theater," he replied shortly. After a beat, he smirked at Theo before plastering one of his most determined and passionate expressions, a fist clenched in front of him. "Alas, you're stuck with one of the many thespians roaming the hall, beguiling young damsels and slaying the monstrous demons we call teachers." It only took a second for Mason to go back to being himself and he chuckled at his own show. "No, seriously. Just an actor. I do that a lot. Forgive me."


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Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood

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Carmen glances down at her phone once more, while Nina places some of the bags she had picked upon on the bed. It's a reply from Cassie, as she had expected it to be. Looking at her friend's prediction, Carmen begins smiling once more, her almost-dimples revealing themselves as they always do. Cassie clearly knows her well- she had been thinking of going for an animated movie tonight, maybe Batman: Under the Red Hood. Not wanting to be too predictable, though, she quickly begins making other plans for what movie they should watch. One of the new Marvel films? DC? Can't be Batman, now, and to be honest, she hadn't been a huge fan of the new Superman movie. Maybe something older? Or just a few episodes of the hilariously bad live-action series from the 80s? Well, she still has a few hours to decide, luckily. The options are too multiple and tempting for the girl to be expected to make a decision quite yet, really. "We're going to be watching movies at your suite tonight," Carmen informs Nina cheerfully, responding tot he message as she does so.

To: Cassie
Me? Batman movie? What would give you that idea? I dropped a bag on my toe ^_^; Going to the cafe with Nina- meet us there?

She stands up, and raises an eyebrow when Nina admits to inviting Belle to join them for food. "There goes our romantic meal, huh? Well, I invited Cassie, so I guess that makes your whole suite- plus me," thus, this ends up being a good opportunity for both Nina and Carmen to better acquaint themselves with other people- Carmen doesn't really know Belinda very well, and Nina doesn't seem to hang out with Cassie much.

Carmen playfully nudges her shoulder against Nina when the latter loops her arm with the former's. "Going to be my human crutch? You are too good for me, Miss Lovell," she says cheerfully, though she does mean it. Nina has been an excellent friend to her ever since she joined this school. The girl helped her through some serious, health-endangering rough spots, and that means a lot to Carmen. At Nina's words, Carmen's eyes twinkle, as though she's been waiting for her to say that.

"Then I guess we should get Mooving," she responds back, the pun coming a bit too eagerly, making it clear that she's overly pleased with herself for coming up with it. Even though the joke is rather terrible, the girl continues to smile at her own joke for the entire walk to the cafe, only getting over her own satisfaction with the joke when they find a table.

"I'll save the table if you go and get the food- anything is fine," Carmen tells Nina.


Theo falls back onto his bed after putting away most of his things, immediately pleased to find that it isn't too hard or soft- his last mattress had been as hard as a rock, and the young man had often opted to sleep on the couch, or use layers of blanketing in order to cushion it a bit. Honestly, he's a bit tired at the moment, and quickly begins to zone out, thinking of all varieties of half-sensical things when Mason responds to a question he'd already, only a moment or two later, forgotten asking. The minute he answers, Theo raises his eyebrows, wondering what it will be like rooming with a kid who is part of the department known for being a bit on the manipulative side. I'm in a poor position to be judging people for being a bit darker. Besides, the music department has its share of puppeteers as well, Theo reminds himself, realizing his instinctive judgement.

Of course, Mason's decision to launch into a dramatic description of his department, the sort rivaling Jessie and Jame's monologue, does prompt a half-smirk in Theo's expression. Because of the answer's initial brevity, the following bit came as slightly more unexpected than it should have. "Beguiling young damsels and slaying demons?" he repeats, even after Mason's apology, his smirk becoming more of a smile at this point.

"Glad I don't have a younger sister walking the halls with such apparent gods lurking about," he jests, standing back up and glancing over at his now empty bags, which lie open on the floor.

"Well, at least you won't sing at night. I'm a musician, but eventually having a singer for a roommate can be a bit of a pain," the comment is rather absentminded, for Theo is already distracted before he even finishes the thought. At the moment, he's honestly feeling the onset of a familiar craving. Since it's the beginning of returning day, he doubts anyone will be lurking about his favorite smoking spot. The habit began as a response to stress, and though it remained due to his tendency to easily become addicted, it also serves as an alleviation for boredom of any sort. Not to say that Mason is dull, quite the contrary, but he can feel a headache coming on, having not had a smoke all day.

"Well, now that we've been properly introduced, I'll be stepping out. Hoping for a good year," he says with another nod of the head, before discreetly slipping a lighter and pack of cigarettes into his jacket pocket and heading on out, leaving Mason to his own devices while he goes to a spot just behind the dorms, where a clump of trees and bushes obscure anyone leaning against them from view. Taking a drag, he begins to experience a lessening of the pressure in his skull.


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Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley Character Portrait: Tyler Blake

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Kassandra Kingsley

Kassandra knew that he knew something was up, because he wasn't buying it, but she wasn't going to budge, and she was glad that he didn't pry into her life like other people tried to all the time, She'd tell him about it if things got less complicated about everything or if she even knew exactly what was going on anyway. She sighed softly and then heard him mention about his suite and she rolled her eyes as he mentioned it probably had to do with her skipping.

She looked at him and smirked, "I skipped two grades, I could have graduated already if I wanted to, and I think someone with this high of intellect should get the absolute finest." She said in a joking tone. She didn't really care too much, at the end of the day it was just a room anyways, and she still got to be roomed with Carmen. Carmen was one of her close friends but Carmen was always around Nina, and sometimes Kass felt a bit left out in their group of two. Two's a party, but sometimes three is a crowd. Soon, That was when she heard Tyler mention how they were going to see Cassie later, and she smiled. Cassie was a friend of her's too, since she became such good friends with Tyler last year. You could really say that Kass had a lot of friends. Somehow they were all connected in a circle. Nina and Carmen were friends. Carmen was friends with Cassie who is friends with Tyler. Kass is friends with all three of them, and then she's also friends with Nina, to an extent.

That made Kass wonder if Nina and Carmen would be there for the movies too. Kass had to send Carmen a text soon, to at least let her know she was there and such on.

to: Carmen

"Hey! saw you in the hall earlier but didn't want to bother you, looked like a crisis ;) everything alright over there now? :)"


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley Character Portrait: Tyler Blake

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Cassie was sat in the lounge of the suite when he phone went of again. Pulling it out from her jean pocket she noticed it was another text from Cassie.
Giggling slightly at her reply, she decided that she should probably reply back to her.

It's you, your predictable ;) Have you always been a clutz? On my way over now!"

Once she had sent the message she made her way out of the lounge and over towards the cafe, since the suites weren't to far from the cafe, it wouldn't of taken her long to get there.
After a short walk through the campus, she finally reached the cafe. Once she entered she spotted Carmen and Nina straight away.
Walking over towards them silently whilst trying to dodge the mass of students.
Pulling out one of the empty seats and sitting down in it, she smiled at the two other girls. "Afternoon" She spoke quietly but just loud enough for them to hear.

Tyler rolled his eyes at her, she was to smart for her own good. But if she wasn't that way she wouldn't be Kassandra.
"Not all of us are brain boxes you know!" He said with a joking tone.

Tyler began to think about when he met her last year. She was just starting here at the Academy, she was nervous. You could tell from just looking at her. And him being the outgoing guy he is, went over and started speaking to her straight away. He was also quite protective over her that was for sure. But she reminded him so much of a lost child at time.

"Did you work on any new songs over the summer?" He asked her as they began walking down the hall.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Lexus Venue Character Portrait: Marley Ortega-Ortiz Character Portrait: Lucas De Luca Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley Character Portrait: Clara Kingsley Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood

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[I'm just going to go ahead and post, I guess, since I guess Diva is busy, maybe?]

Once more, Carmen receives a message from her phone, making the girl wonder why she keeps putting it back in her pocket. She has to angle herself slightly to pull out her phone, but is rewarded with a message from Kass, who had apparently seen Carmen overreacting to her toestubbing incident in the hallways. The blonde smiles at the text, though she wonders why Kass would be worried about bothering her. They are friends, after all, so there is no real need for such concerns. Well, not in Carmen's mind, anyway, but she's always bordered on the sort of overly friendly that can either be endearing or a bit on the annoying side, depending on the personality of whoever it is that she's speaking with, or trying to get to speak.

To: Kass
You're never a bother, Kass :-) Everything is under control, thanks to my favorite Nurse Nina. We're in the cafeteria right now, actually- where are you?

The girl is admittedly pleased to find that everyone has arrived by now, or at least almost everyone, given that she hasn't received any word from Lucas, Lexus, or Clara. Scratch that, I saw Clara in the hallway. Where has she gone off to? I guess her room, Carmen corrects her train of thought, but it has gotten her thinking on those whom she has yet to see. Maybe the former two haven't arrived yet? She decides to send out a text to them, as well as Clara.

TO: Lexus, Luca
Are you on campus yet?

To: Clara
Saw you in the hallway- who is your roommate? Feel like coming down to the cafe?

She nearly makes the mistake of putting her phone away for the second time, but it buzzes before she can do such a thing, and so the girl checks and sees that it is a text from Cassie. She begins to type out a response, likely a very lame one, but stops halfway through the task when she sees Cassie walking towards them.

"And good afternoon to you," Carmen responds, making a bit of a face as she does it, the sort where her nose scrunches up and her mouth puckers, as though she's just eaten a lemon or something sour. There is no actual meaning behind the face, as is the case with many of her various expressions. She just likes making faces- probably due to playing with her younger brother, who is a big fan of funny faces, especially Carmen's. She occasionally forgets that not everyone is so enthusiastic about them, though they have made some people crack a smile during lessons, at the very least.


Theo flicks some ash off of his cigarettes, and leaves it dangling between his fingers while he pulls out his phone, suddenly craving social interaction. Of course, an excellent solution would be to return to his dorm and continue talking to his new roommate, Mason. And, more likely than not, he will end up doing that in a few moments. Still, he also wants to see if one of his friends is in the area yet. Besides Carmen, that is, because she seems to be currently occupied with other things, or had been a few moments ago.

To: Clara, Marley
Hey- how's it going? On campus yet?

He doesn't know that Clara is, as he hasn't seen her, and there is no evidence as to whether Marley has arrived back at the school quite yet. Thus, he has only to wait. That is, until he hears the familiar voice of one of the teachers, and immediately drops his cigarette onto the pavement, digging into it with his shoe before making his way back to his dorm. Bathroom first, actually, so he can get rid of the cigarette scent with a good amount of handsoap, and a few breath mints. Then, the dorm.


"And, I'm back. So, what part of England are you from? Based on the accent, I mean. My grandparents are from the UK, as well," he says, making half-decent conversation, likely. There may be a slight lingering scent of cigarettes on him, but he's gained a few tricks for hiding it, besides just mints and scented soaps, so its unlikely. Or so he hopes, anyway.