}~Grimm's Cadett Academy~{

Carter looked up at him, and it was one of the only times that Carter hated being not even 5 feet tall, "I'm doing my annual annoying welcome." Carter looked to see the boys face, "Hunh..I don't think I've seen you before. You're a returning student, right?" he asked, Or a REALLY tall new kid.. "Okay, now.." he cleared his throat, "Welcome to the school of death and torture. Here you will enjoy daily classes learning to do nothing with your life, and every night they hang you by your toes at 10:30. Enjoy your time here, where you do nothing with your life." he said very unenthusiastically, peeking in a little bit, seeing a boy he never actually saw before.

 

Suddenly feeling nervous of who it could be, Peter stood back and stood there frozen to the spot as he listened for the reply from the stranger. What was the stranger going to think of him? Was he going to make fun of him for his ears? He held his hands in front of him nervously and felt the cheap blue watch ticking against his hand. He sighed out, trying to stay calm as he waited to see what was going to happen next. Then he heard a voice reply and only heard a little bit of what he said, but it was enough to frighten Peter and cause his gears of immagination to whirl. Then he saw a face poke out from around Morgan and gasped, clutching his wrist tighter. It was another boy... a little younger than Morgan, but still older than him.

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Natasha gasped and stumbled back a little in surprise when a sudden, unexpected voice spoke behind her and quickly stepped back to catch herself so she wouldn't fall off the bed. She was in the process of hanging painted, paper butterflies over her bed since she already put her clothes away and hang up all her pictures (putting the one of her first mom, her dad, and her as a toddler right by her bed on the night stand by her alarm clock). She lowered her butterfly and turned to look at voice, seeing a girl standing there. She seemed small, but not at all mean. Natasha grinned at the girl and waved with her free hand. "Hey there, roommate!" Natasha quickly stuck her last paper butterfly to the ceiling and then hopped off the bed, landing with a thud on her feet on the floor. She stood up straight and then put her hands on her hips, grinning all the while. "So I guess we'll be sharing a room then? My name is Natasha, what's your name?"

OOC: Whoops! Edited it!

 

He felt bad for the boy, he looked new. Carter wasn't sure what to do, after all, he'd never been very nervous when going to school. Then Carter noticed the boys tail, and got an idea. He took off his hat to reveal his mouse ears, smiled and waved, flicking his tail back and forth, although, he quickly put his hat back on again.

 

"Yeah," Morgan answered before the boy started his...greeting thing. It made me chuckle at the thought of how it must of scared the newcomers. That is... Until he saw just how scared it made Peter.

Was he scared from what the boy had said or just by the boy in general? He wanted to say something but then saw that the other boy was also part mouse. No doubt that these two would become friends. That had to be what Peter was shy about...right? Because honestly he knew very little about people and their insecurities.


ooc - *exploded from the adorable picture of Peter hiding behind Morgan*

 

Gracie nodded. "I guess so," he replied with a smile. "Nice to meet you Natasha, my name is Gracie!" She curtsied and held her parasol over her head, dropping her suitcase to the floor with a thud! Suddenly, she giggled at herself. Just the excitement of meeting someone new made Gracie happy. 'Finally, someone who is actually nice,' the girl thought, thinking of her time at the orphange. She shuttered then said, "Do you like my parasol?"

 

Peter's mouth fell slightly open when he saw that the boy in front of him was almost just like him... He had the ears and the tail. So he wasn't the only one in the world that had mouse characteristics? This was almost... mind blowing to him. All his life he thought he was the only one, but he was just proven wrong by one small act of kindness towards him. Peter felt himself relax a little, too stunned to say anything. He let go of his watch though, and then to not be rude, waved to the other boy in front of Morgan in a friendly gesture.

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"Mm-hm! I only seen them on movies and such," Natasha said as she moved to Gracie's side to see the parasol more clearly. "I never seen anyone with one in real life before, that's so neat!" Natasha then stood back to give her new friend some space and then chuckled while putting her hands behind her back. "I kind of already chose my side of the room... but if you don't like your side, I can switch you easily, no problem." Natasha sat on the edge of her bed and then folded her hands on her lap, watching Gracie from where she was sitting to let her unpack her things.

 

OOC: @Monochrome: Yes!!
Carter was satisfied that the boy wasn't completely terrified of him anymore, and Carter decided to quickly break the ice, "I'm Carter. What are your names?" he asked, interested to know what classes they had. That boy..was I like that when I first came here? Oh yeah, the first day I was an obnoxious kid. But hey, I still am today, right? he went over many things in his head, including something along the lines of, Well, I hope at least he makes a lot of friends. Hope he's not afraid of cats. he almost cringed at the word, but contained himself, considering he was in front of two people he never really met before.

 

"I'm Morgan." He stated simply, allowing Peter to introduce himself. "And since we still got some time on our hands, do you wish to come in? Or do you desire to continue on with your greetings after this?"

ooc- *doesn't know what else to say*

 

"Thanks Natasha!" Gracie said to the girl. "No, no, I love this side! But thanks for offering!" she replied to Natasha's comment. With that, Gracie moved to her bed to unpack her things. She pulled out various types of clothing, which she neatly sorted into her dresser. Soon afterwards, she started putting various picture frames on the wall to the left of her bed. She put a picture of her parasol, herself with the parasol, and a picture of her when she was a kid with her mother and father. She looked up at the picture and touched her parents' smiling faces. "I miss you guys," Gracie whispered as she pulled her hand away and wiped a tear that fell from her cheek.

 

OOC: Im on my PSP so Im going to add color in the morning.

Carter looked around and shrugged, "Why not? Oh yeah, what are your schedules?" he asked curiously, reaching in his pocket and grabbing his crumpled schedule.

 

"Key and lock, lock and key. Open the door to room oh three~" Neko hummed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. He twisted his face to move the scarf; the young werecat was floating upside in front of a door with the letter 3 written on it. Several bags were floating around him, holding his belongings. A smile started to form, though his signature grin was gone; alas, what good is a signature grin when one is upside down? It is naught but an unsignature frown. "How I wonder who'll room with me? Now it's time, OPEN SESAME!" He yelled the last word as he turned the key in the lock and the door opened. "I say, what are you floating around for? Are you going to unpack yourselves?" He asked his bags as his body rolled onto his feet. "Chop, chop!" He walked in just as his bags hit the ground. Once he stopped floating, as did they. "Now, now, no time for cat naps!" He groaned at his purple bags, though didn't move. After all, they were simply bags.

 

"I'm Peter," the little boy said quietly as he walked over to Morgan and stood slightly behind him while looking over at Cater. He seemed more playful and spunky than Peter, but that didn't matter to the small lad. There was another half mouse in front of him, another person he couldn't probably get to know and trust along with Morgan. Everything was just going so well all of the sudden, it almost overwhelmed poor Peter. Hearing about schedules, Peter pulled his own out on cue and held it up to Carter. He really didn't want to say anything since the look on Morgan's face told him it was unusual for a little guy like him to be taking these kinds of classes.

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Natasha straightened when she saw Gracie whipe a tear from her cheek and sat there in silence as she tried to figure out what to do. Obviously those people in the picture frame really meant a lot to her new friend. But how was she suppose to ask who they were without touching on a very sensative subject. Natasha knew she wouldn't like it if anyone questioned her about her own family picture if she was in Gracie's position... and that's when a thought came to her mind. Natasha picked up her own family picture and stood up and then walked over to Gracie. "Gracie, I want you to meet my parents. Mom and dad, meet my new roommate Gracie. Gracie, say hello to my family." The strange girl smiled softly and then held out the picture to Gracie so she could take a look at the people inside of the photograph.

OOC: A couple more posts, and then we'll start the actual school year, kay? XD

 

Gracie smiled and wiped another tear away. "Hello Natasha's parents," the sad girl said. Then, she looked up to Natasha. "Thank you," Gracie almost whispered to Natasha as she hugged her in a friendly manner. "Thanks so much," the girl said as she wiped away another tear.

OOC: Overdramatic post is overdramatic. >.<"

 

Morgan moved out of the doorway so that Carter could come in while pulling out his crumpled schedule, but he would wait until after Carter saw Peter's before handing over as not to overwhelm him in any way. "Can I see yours?" He asked Carter.

 

"Surely." he replied, handing over his schedule, although several ends were ripped, and the rest was just falling apart. I knew I shouldn't have put it in my pocket. he tapped his feet after he'd given the schedule to Morgan, and quickly looked over at Peter, Is he going to be okay? he thought to himself, sticking his hands in his pockets.

 

Peter saw that Morgan and Carter were exchanging schedules, so he put his own back in his pocket and then looked at his little watch. Was it almost time to start? He wasn't sure, but he decided since Morgan and Carter were talking to each other, it wouldn't be rude to leave the small circle for a bit. He walked over to his drawer, opening the first one to reveal school supplies. He pulled out a gray binder that already had everything he needed and then shut the drawer. He then walked back over to the two boys and then looked up at them while clutching his binder close to his chest. Peter's mouse ears were proped up, and his tail slightly swished with alertness... he was ready, or so he hoped.

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Natasha stiffened when Gracie suddenly hugged her, not really expecting to recieve one at all. 'At least she's not touching your shoulder,' she thought as she slowly let herself relax in the surprise hug. Picture still clutched in her hand, Natasha hugged Gracie back, knowing that the girl would probably need one. "Hey, it's no problem," Natasha said softly, trying to keep a smile on her face. Feeling like the hug went on long enough though, Natasha pulled away gradually, letting go of Gracie. "Will you excuse us Mom and Dad while me and Gracie get ready for class?" She smiled, kissed the photograph tenderly as though the people behind the glass could hear her, and then set it back carefully on her nightstand. "Well," the girl said as she adjusted her scraf while turning back around to face Gracie, "are you a first time student here? Or are you coming back?"

OOC: A couple more posts, and then we'll start the actual school year, kay? XDX

 

Gracie smiled. "This is my second year," she replied. "What about you? Are you a first time student?" The girl paused. She waved goodbye to Natasha's picture parents gently then paused and glanced her her family's picture. "Are-are your parents....dead too?" she whispered to the girl. Then, she quickly asked, "I-I mean, what class do you have next?" Hoping Natasha didn't hear her first question, she quickly turned away from her and grabbed her parasol, covering her face with it shamefully.

'How could you ask a question like that?' Gracie asked her mind. 'She's a new friend, and I've already caused her to experience enough of my drama to last her the whole week!' Shaking the thoughts away, she turned her back to Natasha and finished sorting her clothes in the wooden drawers supplied. "I hope she isn't mad," the girl quiestly said to herself as she put away the last of her clothes.

 

Carter saw Peter and looked at him, smiling, then he just nodded his head, considering he was too tired to give him a nice legitimate speech about how great he'll do. After all, he couldn't sleep last night, partially due to the fact that he didn't want to go, and that his stepfather had ESPN blaring that Carter could even hear it from the dusty attic. He looked at his watch, and realized he should probably go get his books and such. He ripped back his schedule from Morgan and stepped out into the hallway. "Bye guys. Good luck Peter." he said enthusiastically, racing off toward his dorm. He took the key out of his pocket and casually used it and put it back into his pocket, walking inside. He grabbed his backpack from under his bed, and looked at the other empty bed. "Hmm..I guess I get my own room. Probably got requested, since the last kid had a temper tantrum one night.." he took out a binder and a few books, loading them up onto his scrawny arm. He tossed the backpack and his books on his bed, pacing around the room, occasionally glancing at his watch.

 

Morgan had taken Carter's paper and glanced over it, now handing it back along with his own. Or so, that was his goal before Carter took his schedule back and ran off. He could only wave bye as the boy ran off. He then move to his bag where he pulled a binder out of. It only had some paper and a pen in it, but he hardly expected that they'd need much more than that on the first day. "Well, he was an interesting one..." He mumbled half to himself and half to Peter. He then sighed as he straightened his shirt. "Perhaps we should go to your first class now? It is still a bit early, but it's best to do so now to avoid getting lost or being late. Is that okay?"