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Name Sera Ingrid Age 20 Height 5'7 Occupation Delivery Driver Instrument Keyboard/Keytar Guitar [Rhythm Guitarist] |
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[ Intelligent/Responsible/Mature ]
Sera is ever tethered and held back by the ghosts of her past. Every step she takes, is a step that is heavy and though it looks as she marches onwards without sparing even a thought to what may have been left behind, each of those steps are ones that leave heavy dents in the ground. Be it the weight of her guilt or the heavy burden of responsibility that makes dent, Sera carries it all in a silent self sacrificing fashion.
She is someone who values honesty, loyalty, and reliability above all else. She is a person of her word, and does not allow herself to take shortcuts, or to complete anything in her life halfheartedly. Though at one point in time, it wasn't so. Sera had once been as reckless, uncaring, and cruel as one could imagine, since then, she has settled down quite a bit. Muted, one could say. Many who once knew her would be surprised to find that she has become nigh-sophisticated, someone who is patient, and careful with their words and expressions - whether for her benefit or another's.
However, those who know Sera well enough will know that despite how settled and muted she may be now, she does allow herself to break loose quite often - away from the judging and pryful eyes at least. She is someone who can and will voice her objections loudly and passionately. She can be intense, and uncooperative when she feels as if something, or someone, has wronged her in ways that can't be corrected with a simple gift and apology - though she hardly breaks the hard built composure, she is more than capable of giving someone the cold shoulder, or simply disappearing on her own for a few days.
Don't ever think she just has a stick up in her butt, Sera often weighs her decisions for a bit before she can be convinced to do through with activities. When she does get into it though, she is quick to pick up tricks, and even quicker to fall in love with things - it can become a problem, which is why she restrains herself so.
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Nora stifled a yawn as the sound of the bell tore through the halls like a thrown knife. Tilting her head back, the redhead allowed herself to work out some kinks in her neck, all while throwing her arms up towards the ceiling, stretching and pulling her arms as far as they could go. After holding herself in such a position for a moment, the redhead relaxed, her body and head falling forward once more. Following, her hair lazily rolled back to it's place as well, some over her shoulders, framing her face, and a good bit of it falling right over her right eye. The last hour she had spent holed up inside her class was rather brutal. But then again, any class in the morning after summer break was usually horrible and unpleasant anyway.
Shuffling along with the crowd, Nora stopped herself when she found herself walking along the large windows that gave her a clear view of the parking lot. Stopping abruptly, and ignoring the few grumbles and curses that were dropped in response, Nora let her eyes roam over outside, trying to recognize that one specific piece of art of hers somewhere in the full lot. She had recognized quite a few different cars, some more impressive than others that did bring a small smile to her face, but when her eyes locked in on her own ride. As other students began to file out of the doors, and into the parking lot, Nora only watched enviously as they climbed into their rides, and shot off from school grounds. Oh how she wished she could be driving around right now. Nothing would ever beat the sensation of freedom she experienced when on the roads.
But ...
Turning away from the windows, and easily walking down the now mostly empty halls, Nora kept her eyes peeled for a certain room. Or at least a sign of some sort. The redhead remembered hearing about the LGTBQ+ club a few days before, and certainly something like that wouldn't be a joke would it? Damnit, why didn't she think about asking her teachers earlier in the day?! Chiding herself softly for overlooking that, Nora continued her way and turned to the washrooms. There were a few girls in there, chattering amongst themselves, and after a ... short lingering look, Nora turned towards the mirrors. They were surprisingly clean, although Nora did frown once she saw just how tired her reflection looked. It simply wouldn't do. Even if she was tired, sleepy mostly, she still wanted to look her best, or at least feel better than what she looked now.
Thankfully, her outfit wasn't the problem here. Nora was never too worried about how she dressed, only ever dressing herself however she pleased. Or whatever she felt would suit her best for the day. Today she had selected a rather form fitting black shirt with long sleeves that had a rather low cut, allowing her collarbones to be shown out in the open, though everything below that was relatively safe from unwanted eyes. Her legs were clad in black jeans, and she had an extra inch or two with the black moto boots she had. She painted a rather dark picture, but still the small smile she shot at the mirror seem to dampen that negative air she had.
Pinching the space between her eyes and taking a deep breath, Nora set out to work quickly. Pulling her hair back, tossing it here and there while unknotting through the thick waves, Nora only took a few moments to properly tame it back into the straight slant she had on the norm. Pleased with her work, Nora turned away, leaving the girls to continue their chatter while she continued her search for the club room.
Her search ended when she found a girl, a fellow redhead (or ginger) who stood by the door, next to a closing door that held a sign that could only possible refer to the club she had been looking for. A smile easily made it's way across Nora's face as she neared the door, stopping just in front of it, she turned to the girl who stood in front of it shyly. Nora had no words for the girl who already seemed to frightened, and only offered her a lazily curled grin, and a sly wink, before she opened the door widely, letting the light outside shine into the room as she strolled in.
Seeing a group of people already present, Nora was taken aback, but slowly her surprise settled into excitement, and her eyes, sparkling with joy, was quick to take each person into account before she threw herself right into the room, with a low, impressed whistle. "Whoa," she breathed out into the silence. Oh, she wasn't oblivious to the slightly tense atmosphere in the room, but it was a horrible way to start off the year and the club, what better way to dismantle it than to barrel right through it? "I'm sorry ... I'm just mind blown, I didn't expect," She paused, then her tone took on a playful color, "I didn't expect you all to be this good looking," she joked, though she did send the only other girl in the room a quick wink before she turned to seat herself on one of the desks as well.
Nora was aware how horribly awkward this would be if the silence did continue, but she was genuinely excited, overjoyed even, with the amount of people that could potentially be her new friends.
Shuffling along with the crowd, Nora stopped herself when she found herself walking along the large windows that gave her a clear view of the parking lot. Stopping abruptly, and ignoring the few grumbles and curses that were dropped in response, Nora let her eyes roam over outside, trying to recognize that one specific piece of art of hers somewhere in the full lot. She had recognized quite a few different cars, some more impressive than others that did bring a small smile to her face, but when her eyes locked in on her own ride. As other students began to file out of the doors, and into the parking lot, Nora only watched enviously as they climbed into their rides, and shot off from school grounds. Oh how she wished she could be driving around right now. Nothing would ever beat the sensation of freedom she experienced when on the roads.
But ...
Turning away from the windows, and easily walking down the now mostly empty halls, Nora kept her eyes peeled for a certain room. Or at least a sign of some sort. The redhead remembered hearing about the LGTBQ+ club a few days before, and certainly something like that wouldn't be a joke would it? Damnit, why didn't she think about asking her teachers earlier in the day?! Chiding herself softly for overlooking that, Nora continued her way and turned to the washrooms. There were a few girls in there, chattering amongst themselves, and after a ... short lingering look, Nora turned towards the mirrors. They were surprisingly clean, although Nora did frown once she saw just how tired her reflection looked. It simply wouldn't do. Even if she was tired, sleepy mostly, she still wanted to look her best, or at least feel better than what she looked now.
Thankfully, her outfit wasn't the problem here. Nora was never too worried about how she dressed, only ever dressing herself however she pleased. Or whatever she felt would suit her best for the day. Today she had selected a rather form fitting black shirt with long sleeves that had a rather low cut, allowing her collarbones to be shown out in the open, though everything below that was relatively safe from unwanted eyes. Her legs were clad in black jeans, and she had an extra inch or two with the black moto boots she had. She painted a rather dark picture, but still the small smile she shot at the mirror seem to dampen that negative air she had.
Pinching the space between her eyes and taking a deep breath, Nora set out to work quickly. Pulling her hair back, tossing it here and there while unknotting through the thick waves, Nora only took a few moments to properly tame it back into the straight slant she had on the norm. Pleased with her work, Nora turned away, leaving the girls to continue their chatter while she continued her search for the club room.
Her search ended when she found a girl, a fellow redhead (or ginger) who stood by the door, next to a closing door that held a sign that could only possible refer to the club she had been looking for. A smile easily made it's way across Nora's face as she neared the door, stopping just in front of it, she turned to the girl who stood in front of it shyly. Nora had no words for the girl who already seemed to frightened, and only offered her a lazily curled grin, and a sly wink, before she opened the door widely, letting the light outside shine into the room as she strolled in.
Seeing a group of people already present, Nora was taken aback, but slowly her surprise settled into excitement, and her eyes, sparkling with joy, was quick to take each person into account before she threw herself right into the room, with a low, impressed whistle. "Whoa," she breathed out into the silence. Oh, she wasn't oblivious to the slightly tense atmosphere in the room, but it was a horrible way to start off the year and the club, what better way to dismantle it than to barrel right through it? "I'm sorry ... I'm just mind blown, I didn't expect," She paused, then her tone took on a playful color, "I didn't expect you all to be this good looking," she joked, though she did send the only other girl in the room a quick wink before she turned to seat herself on one of the desks as well.
Nora was aware how horribly awkward this would be if the silence did continue, but she was genuinely excited, overjoyed even, with the amount of people that could potentially be her new friends.
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However, just as she managed to pull herself, her eyelids more importantly, out of the direct sunlight, panic gripped at her throat as she felt the absence of the mattress upon completing her turnover. Eyes snapping wide, breath caught in her throat, sleep and the sting in her eyes were the last thing that came to mind when she found herself tumbling right over onto the floor. Her legs and arms became a flailing mess, yet were of absolutely no help when they were ensnared and tangled with the blankets that covered over her body. Without any means to prevent her fall, Sera did her best to turn her body right over once more - at least her nose wouldn't get hurt from such a pathetic fall then. As clever as it sounded, before Sera could even begin to tell her body to turn left or right, her cheek was already pressed against the carpeted floor, her body sliding downwards [thanks a lot gravity] in a painful angle.
Heaving a heavy sigh that came out more like a pitiful grunt, Sera knew that there was no way she'd be able to fall asleep after that, and as much as it pained her to get up, there was no point in trying to trick herself into thinking that this was at all a comfort position. Fishing her arms from the depths of the blanket, she laid her palms down on the floor beside her head and in a single rush of strength, she pushed herself up. From there, Sera simply wiggled and squirmed her way out of the cocoon of a blanket she had been trapped in moments earlier - free and reluctantly up [though she remained sitting on the floor] - Sera glanced back behind her shoulder, squinting into the light, and couldn't help but to thank whoever first bought her the bed as it was one of those low beds that made her fall one that was relatively painless and safer by a larger margin. As for the sun ... while she didn't have the ability to toss that right off the map, she could definitely invest in some curtains, not that it was likely for her to get some anytime soon.
Deciding that wasting her time sitting about was getting irritating, for her sanity as least, Sera allowed her feet to drag her towards the bathroom to freshen up. It was well into the morning, perhaps it was early afternoon even, so there hadn't been anyone using the washroom - Sera only assumed that everyone was either out doing their own thing, or down in the other rooms ... doing their own thing. Sadly, Sera hadn't had the time to properly get to know anyone - let alone even one person in particular - in between moving things in, jamming her nerves out, and making sure that she did, in fact, have the ability to cover the bills as she promised she would when Maya first recruited them all to stick around. Based on first impressions though, Sera had found no troubles in the others who would reside here. They all seemed to be quite independent, capable that is, reliable in a way that Sera found herself unable to question or doubt their confidence, let alone the root of it.
Rummaging through her closet, Sera made a mental note to try and squeeze in some solo time with her keyboard whilst she grabbed at one of the oversized sweaters that she owned. It was a dark grey color, baggy and the sleeves ran past her wrist by an extra few centimeters. Shrugging on some compression pants that ended just past her knees, Sera rubbed at her cheek, grabbing her phone and made her way towards the kitchen. She was rather comfortable in this ensemble, and if she felt like it after a quick lunch, and depending on the weather, perhaps she could go out for a run around.
Arriving downstairs though, Sera was pleasantly surprised to find that Maya and Mariko were already present. Looking at each, Sera was quick to deduce what had happened - that wasn't to say that she wouldn't go in and confirm it extensively though. Maya herself looked relatively guilty, or shocked, but Mariko's last words cleared up any confusion, "My guess is that someone is hoarding all of it in their room or something. Either that, or we really do have ghosts in here."
As Velvet came into the house, along with several different noises accompanying her arrival, Sera slipped in from behind. Peeking over the top of Mariko's head, to peer into the fridge. Squinting, before glaring, Sera let out a frustrated 'tsk', clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "If what you're saying is right, that someone better be careful because I really don't appreciate someone stealing my leftover pizza. It's more than a little rude." She nodded to Mariko, before handing the shorter girl a glass cup, conveniently grabbed from the washed pile of dishes right next to the sink [the closest one within her arm's reach at least].
Turning to Maya and Velvet, Sera only tilted her head at the two of them, "Are we out of things to actually cook and eat? That why you're worried?" she asked the shortest of them all. Thinking quickly, Sera began to think of how far and how long it would take to make a quick run to the grocery store, or maybe they might settle with some take out? "Maybe we can get Velvet some coffee or something, Advil before we put her down?" She pondered aloud.
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