A Day in the Lounge

The lounge was quiet at this time of day. It was early morning; the sun could just be seen peaking over the horizon. Emily laid on the sofa, her arm draped over her eyes. She had wandered out of the dorms a few hours earlier, sleep not reaching her tired body in such a strange place. The first thought that had crossed her mind was to take a walk outside in the fresh air; clear her mind, but she then remembered that she was not home but in a strange new school. So, instead, she chose the next best thing; the lounge. So there she was, trying to enjoy the quiet of the room while she still then. Emily knew that soon the other students would wake up and the school would grow loud again.

A teenage boy walked angrily through the school's hallways, seeking quiet from his sister. She wouldn't stop pestering him to practice their instruments together- when she could do that on her own with someone else. He'd just finished fighting with her and had stormed out of the music department of the studio, looking for a quiet area to cool off, heading for the lounge. Since it was early, he believed the lounge would be fairly quiet, so of course, he left heading for said place. He walked for about five minutes, as it was about 1/3 of the way across the school, before reaching it and heaving open the heavy wooden door, and heading inside, only to see someone already there. He stood there, frowning, pondering whether to leave or stay.

Lindsey had once again made her way to the lounge. It was an interesting place and it made her feel comfortable and cozy, although she wanted to stay far away from the desk since it was the death place of one of her little friends all thanks to Ollie. But this time she was quite surprised to see more unfamiliar faces. "Oh, um, hello there!" she said to the girl and the boy with a small smile on her face. She didn't want to disturb them so she didn't really walk in. It was just one of those things that Lindsey didn't like to do: disturb people, and they weren't exceptions.

ooc: lame post is lame. o3o

Not far behind, Montare walked, also seeking some peace and quiet. However, he would not mind someone to speak to, as he never got much of a chance to do so before with his father and grandfather obsessed with his training as a wolf, all thanks to getting the same animal as the first person of his "clan". He came to the door and noticed the students. He wanted to go into the lounge, so he requested to pass. "Uhm, excuse me. A lot of people are coming here at once."

Emily flinched at the voices; somehow, she had managed to doze off enough to not notice these three people show up. She peaked behind her arm, noticing only one of the faces. "Hello puppy. Hello...others." she said, her voice heavy from exhaustion. Emily had not expected so many people to be up at this time of morning, and to all flock to the lounge as the first thing they do when they wake up. Don't these people eat? Or...shower? Or something when they wake up? she thought to herself, wondering how long they'd been up.

Cyreen jumped as the two came up behind him and kicked the other door back open behind him and walked out. He couldn't deal with three people at once- one is okay, but three in the state he was in? Hell no.

Montare blushed at his nickname. He thought he would never get used to it "Uhm, hey." he said as he walked on and sat down. He looked over at Emily, with a look that practically screamed "Stop calling me that!".

Emily smirked, covering her eyes back with her arm. The way the one boy had stormed out momentarily confused her, but she pushed the thought out of her mind. The boy was not important enough to her to let the thought mess with her emotions anyways. I wonder who the girl is.. she thought to herself.

Lindsey suddenly couldn't think of what to say. It was pretty obvious these two already knew each other and she didn't want to intrude, but both of them seemed to turn their attention to her. "Hey," she repeated with the wave of her hand as her hair got twisted up in her hand. "I'm Lindsey Waycross. And you are..?" she asked, hoping that she could kind of join in on the conversation.

Montare looked over at the girl by the door. "Montare." he replied. Or Puppy if you ask her he thought as he looked back over at Emily. He pulled out his phone and proceeded to play a game on it.

"Emily." Came the muffled reply behind the girls arms laying on the sofa. Montare annoyed her, but the girl seemed interesting enough to talk to, so she decided to sit up and focus her attention on her. "Why are you up so early?"