Camus Amante

Male | Third Year Student | 21 | Mentions: Open

He wasn't amused.

The academy was packed with too much people. Far too much. And there was far too many first years. A rather vavacious group of the younger ones were greeting each other, ratherly obnoxious. Camus gave a disgruntled sigh and strutted around the group, a bored expression on his face. There weren't many other third years he considered close companions. There had been handfuls over the years, but they had either left, or moved on. Not that he necessarily minded. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing loose strands out of his eyes. The sun was bright. He passed a sad looking first year with headphones on, who had bumped into someone, and stuttered his name in a rather surprisingly manner, as if he hadn't expected to see other people. Camus shook his head and passed the duo to make his way into the main hall to grab his schedule and dorm room. As soon as he had it, he made his way to the room, which happened to be on the second floor, as he was placed in Three A.

And he was paired three different first years. How wonderful.

Camus chose one of the top bunks and unpacked his belongings in an experienced, quick manner. He sighed and closed his dresser and side of one of the wardrobes. Another year at this academy and he would be a fourth year then get to leave. It would be a rather nice occasion. From what he had learned today, he was going to be the oldest in his dorm room by two years, and definitely the most trained in the campus. They would probably have had some relative already having gone to the school, in any case, so they would have some prior knowledge upon their arrivals.

Hopefully they weren't obnoxious or overly arrogant. Camus loathed people like that, even though he tended to fit that description rather well. That was probably why he hated those who were the same, though, because he didn't necessarily like his own personality.

Camus rubbed the back of his neck and continued to organize the rest of the dorm room, namely his own belongings. He inspected the rest of the room as well as the restrooms that connected and, after deeming both well enough, he headed for the door and left his dorm, closing the door fluidly behind him. Here was to hoping he wouldn't run into anyone. He didn't mind helping the first years too much, though. It made him feel slightly useful, but mainly, it made him feel as if he wasn't incapable of being slightly courteous.

Ase//F//19//Rides Don't Interrupt the Dance//Mentions: Open

Ase was positioned on a leather seat in her father’s car, surrounded by her two older half-siblings and said father. The woman was leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, listening to the susurrant of the others. Her demeanor was marmoreal, as it always was when she was in the company of the paternal half of her family. She cast her eyes outside, through the tinted window, and internally sighed, shifting in the uncomfortable seat. Maybe it wants the seat itself..but the company.

“I cant believe I’m arriving so late...it’ll make a horrible impression on everyone!!” She huffed a bit and dragged her eyes over the form of their father.

As his daughter spoke up, Bjorn looked up, a hard look set in his eyes. The chatter of the rest stopped and they turned to watch the unfolding scene.

“If you’ve forgotten, child, I have more important matters at hand. Much more important than taking you to this..whatever it is!” He raised her voice a bit, extremely displeased with his child’s manner.. How could she be so ungreatful? “You’re lucky I’m even shelling out the money for all this! And that damn horse, too.”

The girl his rant was directed to huffed.

The woman sunk back into their chair and crossed her arms. After a couple minutes of tense silence, she pulled out a handheld mirror and did her hair in an appropriate style. She braided the sides back and pulled up a portion of the back into a loose bun-like situation. She leaned back to get a full view of herself and nodded a bit.

Ase ran a hand down her face, draped a little silk bandana over her head to protect from the sun, and opened the door to the car. She thanked the driver and looked around for a moment. She nodded slightly and hefted her bags out of the car.

She muttered a single phrase, which her mother had taught her. “In omnia paratus.”

With that, the woman jogged over to the trailer hitched to the back of the SUV. After unloading the tack from the small side drawer in the trailer, Ase set all of her things on a fence post, balancing it all amazingly precariously. Of course, her attempts at balancing everything were inutile. One of her duffle bags fell, sending up a small could of dust.

Ase had no time to pick the bag up, for the driver had honked and called for her to hurry up. He didn’t want to hit traffic going back home. They ran over and unlocked the doors of the trailer. “Late late late..” She muttered, pulling the doors open.

The face that peaked out of the trailer made her smile. The large, puppy-dog-eyed, black head of her Throughbred, Chieftain.

“Hey, Cheifie. How are you?” The woman cooed, reaching forward to rub the small white star on his forehead. The horse lipped at his rider’s hand and nickered as a lead rope was clipped to his travel halter.

The two exited the trailer and the car drove off, not even giving Ase the time to shut the doors properly. She rolled her eyes.

Well, there they were, a tall, handsome woman and a tall, handsome horse staring at this academy. Late as hell, but there nonetheless.