TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Post by Celeste Periwinkle on May 9, 2020 3:43:31 GMT -5
‘To each to their own’ A simple phrases that is completely flying off from the head of this empty-headed numbskull who decides to waste their short meaningless time by giving lengthy rubbish about how Celeste should act. What would she care about a completely random stranger? especially if this is their first-time encounter and there is no proof that they will encounter each other again in the future. Holding her fully open umbrella within the hallway staring down the man who is slightly shorter than her but Celeste acts as if she is way taller than her - Well at the very least, her ego is way taller than him, that is for sure. The man’s speech starts to dwindle down and it is time for Celeste to strikes back.
“Have you had enough wasting your breath spouting garbage and stealing my own valuable time?” Celeste speaks in a sharp yet concise tone, gazing directly to the eyes of the man. “Or do you prefer to keep standing there, talking and talking until you spent your whole life fussing about the existence of an umbrella within an indoor place. Proving you have nothing to do, a third rate man who has nothing.” The cold gaze from Celeste slowly but surely bore right into the eyes of the man, as if a viper gazing to a mouse. The man start to let out a cold sweat but Celeste pays it no mind.
‘But… Why would you use umbrella indoor where there is a roof…’ The man quickly faltered, as if all of his bravadoes from earlier has been sapped out completely. “Why wouldn’t I? Why would you walk indoor, why would you breathe indoor… or even why do you even alive? Have I ever ask this to you? No, because in my eyes you are Nothing. Someone who has no value, someone who is useless. Scram!” Celeste quickly shot down the man into no word. Celeste. who notices it. decides to walk away leaving him until he decides to grab her shoulder. His eyes already teary trying to hold it back, apparently, he can’t handle all of the insults that Celeste throws at him. Celeste clicks her tongue and shove her umbrella to him and let it open and push him away just to crash with another person who comes out from the corner of the hallway.
[attr="class","sinnert"]Despite all the bullshit that had been happening to him lately, Granado today could safely say he was having a hell of a good day.
Why?
Well, to be perfectly honest, he had no fucking clue. He had just felt amazingly good through the day and he hoped it remained that way until he went to sleep. One could only wonder why he taunted fate in such a way.
Walking briskly through the halls of Haven Academy, mostly because he wanted to take a walk but the outside was freezing as fuck, he hummed to himself the tune his earphones played into his ears.
And, of course, something would happen. As he approached a corner on the hallways he felt someone crashing against him followed by the sound of someone falling to the floor.
As he froze down, a single thought sprung itself on his mind as a face of terror formed on his face. 'Oh shit.'
Looking down at whoever he had crashed against, his eyes saw a petite, blond-haired girl. She was wearing... uh... ok, fuck it. He won't even try it. He has no idea of half the names of the clothes she was wearing. So, as a general idea, let's just say she was wearing fancy stuff. Really fancy stuff. To the point he could even feel the quality of them from where he was standing. One could say without fear of error this girl was well accommodated.
What was he doing again? Oh right, apologizing... Holy shit he hasn't apologized yet! Apologize, you idiot! Apologize!
Quickly taking his earphones off, he clasped his hands together as he bowed down slightly. A habit he'd picked up from his years in Mistral. "I-I'm sorry, Miss. I'm really sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."
Not even waiting for her reply, he extended one of his hands, as he crouched down a little for the obvious height difference, and helped her up, letting out a small smile to try to ease himself.
But before he could stop himself, he blurted out the question that was the most present on his mind since he saw her. "You're new? I haven't seen you around here before and I..." Biting his tongue to stop himself, and remembering basic manners, he presented himself. "A-Anyways, I'm Granado. And you're...?"
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a male student, no idea who he was though, walking away with his shoulders moving up and down rhythmically. Was he crying? Wait.. did he... Did he just walked into a fucking failed confession?!