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Ladon Pythagoras
The Not-So-Scary Snake
Sunlight infiltrated through the one window that decorated the room of Ladon Pythagoras. Other than the thin, small streaks that graced his carpeted flooring, the room was quite dark, something that he enjoyed. It was practically pitch black and the Lamia wouldn't want it any other way. He was curled up underneath the blanket that decorated his comfortable bed. Being the light sleeper that he was, the teenager was up way before Boo came and tapped on his own door. Because of the way it echoed among the many rooms in the orphanage, he could hear it from doors down his own. Blinking away his blurry vision, he sighed, knowing that he was going to have to get up soon. Poking his head from underneath his covers, he looked around his room, eyes lit aglow with his Night Vision. After a moment of silent glancing around, he finally slithered out of his bed, shivering at the cold air that nipped at his bare upper body. For the millionth time, Ladon wished that he had legs as he slithered towards his door, reaching for the doorknob and turning it once his hand closed over it. Swinging the door open, he made his way out into the hall, hissing loudly at the sudden bright light, letting his eyes adjust. He only wished that he could sleep in forever sometimes.
Mind wandering, Ladon could hear the many familiar voices of the rest of the orphanage. From the sound of things, everyone was in different places, talking to different people, and doing different things. Knowing that he should eat before heading off to Kreskes' class, unless he wanted to be scolded by Esme, he made his way into the kitchen, thinking how a small breakfast would get him by for today. He decided to eat some fruit and drink some juice, nothing too big. As he continued to eat the apple that he had picked up, the young male made his towards Kreskes' class, knowing that he was beyond late at this point. The thought made him wince in disappointment and slither slightly faster, hoping not to get stopped by anyone. He was already late as it was!
Harlie & Hollie
Double Deer
"Harlie! Harlie, wake up! Boo had tapped on our door a long time ago!"
Hollie was violently shaking her brother awake, thinking about how late they were. She tried to wake up Harlie earlier when Boo was making his rounds, but gave up when she deemed that it was useless. Instead of staying, the nine year old had made her way to breakfast, eating quite a big one. After having her fill, she had cheerfully skipped back to the room that she gladly shared with her brother, expecting to be up and ready for the day, only to find him still in a deep sleep. And so that's where she was at the moment, trying her hardest to get Harlie up and moving. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she glanced at the ceiling, wondering how to get her brother up. What was something that would startle him awake and have him alert...? After a moment, she figured it out, a devious grin curling her lips, which wasn't usually like her. At all.
"Harlie. I think....I think someone stole all of your books!"
Before she could even finish her sentence, her brother was sitting up, eyes wide and full of fear, flickering around. When he realized that all of his books were still safely in their room, his eyes shifted from fear to annoyance, giving his twin sister a side look. You do not joke about his books. Just, no. Rubbing his tired eyes, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Deciding to just get up, he threw the covers off of him and got out of his warm, comfortable bed, muttering all of the way. He could feel his sister's eyes on him as he moved around their room, changing his clothes and making himself look presentable. Once he had slipped his glasses on, the two exited their room, Hollie's arm interlocked with her brother's. Harlie was planning on eating, but was redirected when his sister told him that there wasn't enough time, lecturing him on how, if he had gotten up earlier, he could have eaten. It made him roll his eyes as they made their way to Kreskes' class. Throughout the walk, Hollie was talking about one thing or another, filling the silence that usually enveloped them. She was quite the chipper one this morning.