Hello, welcome to Crestwood Academy to start please provide me with name, nationality and date of birth.
Good luck!
(name: Wolfie Okami. Gender: male. Nationality: Japanese. Date of birth: 2007, 21, April.) ( appearance: brown with highlights of blonde on the edges wolf cut, blue light gray eyes, clean almost pale face, a black motorcycle hoodie a bigger hood than normal, light lime green cargo pants, two hair elastics on my left hand and a bracelet on my right hand, attractive face, slightly deep but attractive voice, I'm very attractive, a bit of russian accent, I don't really show much emotions when speaking, I'm hard to read)
Welcome to Crestwood Academy, Wolfie! We hope you have a great time here. Make sure to find your classes and meet some new people during your first day. With your unique appearance and personality, we're sure you'll stand out in a good way. Remember, everyone here has their own story and secrets to uncover. Good luck with navigating through the complex social structure of high school life!
I enter the cafeteria busting with people. I slowly walk to a empty table... Almost empty, there's a grip of three girls that look like they are the popular girls in school. I ignore that. As I walk to that a petite girl bumps into me, she almost fallen but I catched her ok time. I look at her and say with my normal almost lifeless voice and blue gray eyes, I say are you okay?...
The petite girl looks at you with wide, shocked eyes. "Oh! Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Thank you..." she stammers out, blushing furiously as she regains her balance. She's rather cute, but a bit on the shy side. It seems like you already made an impression on her just by being yourself.
No needs for thanks.. I just did what's right to do... Well I'll go now, but be careful to not trip again I say slightly teasing her. I walk away and sit the where the three girls that seems like the popular girls of the school sit, I sit across the tabel then them
The petite girl who bumped into you watches you as you walk away, her blush fading slightly but still visible on her cheeks. As you take a seat across from the popular girls' table, they all turn to glance in your direction with varying degrees of curiosity and skepticism painted on their faces. The leader of the group is a tall, beautiful girl named Emily. She smirks as she sits up a little straighter, running her fingers through her long blonde hair before looking directly at you. "Well, well," she drawls, "what do we have here?"
as she says that I take my food box out and eat one of the onigiri balls from in it. I look up at the blonde girl and then take another bite of my onigiri ball
Emily crosses her arms defiantly and leans back in her chair as she watches you eat. "Who do you think you are? New here?" She says it more like a challenge than a question, hoping to test your mettle early on. Behind her, the other two girls snicker softly but seem slightly less confrontational at the moment.
Someone... But, yeah, new here I finish my onigiri ball and take another one from my lunchbox, it's the last one so I eat it more slowly
Emily scoffs dismissively and rolls her eyes, "Well then why don't you come over here and introduce yourself?" She pauses dramatically before adding with a smirk, "Or are you afraid we might not like you or something?" There's an undercurrent of mockery in her voice as she goads you into making the first move. The two other girls shift uncomfortably in their seats, clearly feeling awkward about Emily's attitude but unwilling to defy their leader.
No.. I just now I kinda don't like you.. that's it, you can try to make me like you but i hard trust someone.. at least in most cases I finish my onigiri ball and take a thermostat from my backpack and pour myself a cup
Emily's eyes narrow in anger at your defiant tone, but she doesn't back down easily. "I see," she says through gritted teeth, trying to keep her cool. "Well, maybe if you try to prove yourself or something..." She trails off suggestively, tilting her head to the side as she sizes you up once more. The two other girls exchange nervous glances but remain silent for now.
Without waiting for your response, Emily decides to change the subject. "So," she begins casually, "what do you think of Crestwood so far? It's quite the prestigious school, don't you think?" There's a dangerous glint in her eye as she poses this question. The message is clear: if you want to fit in here and maybe earn her respect, you'll have to play ball... or else.
Nahh, it's a school but not that good, it's not bad but it's still not the best.. at least it's not far from where I stay... I drink the tea hot like it wasn't even very hot and only warm. I look at her and wait for another question or a response
Emily's nostrils flare slightly in annoyance as you seemingly brush off her attempt to impress upon you the importance of attending Crestwood Academy. "Well," she drawls condescendingly, "it's good to have your own opinions, I suppose... But just remember that things might not always be what they seem around here." She pauses dramatically before adding with a smirk, "Speaking of which, there was something I heard about a new student transferring in today... Any truth to the rumors?"
The two other girls perk up at Emily's words, clearly eager to see how you'll respond. They exchange knowing glances as they watch your reaction closely.
Like what? I'm just curious not that I know anything or something I look at her with some eyes like ice but blue like the sky
Emily tilts her head slightly to the side and purses her lips in contemplation before she answers. "Well," she begins slowly, leaning forward on her elbows as if sharing a secret, "some people have been saying that this new student... they're not entirely what they seem. That maybe there's more going on beneath the surface." She pauses again for effect, looking directly into your eyes with an almost predatory intensity. The two other girls nod along silently, their expressions mirroring Emily's air of superiority and knowingness. They watch you carefully from across the table, waiting to see how you react to this subtle hint about a mysterious new student...
New student? Did you heard his name or anything? I look at her waiting for a response, knowing that she doesn't know my name but maybe knows the name of the new student, knowing the only new student here this year so it should be me
Emily's smile widens slightly as she takes in your reaction, apparently enjoying the fact that you fell for her little trap. "Well," she drawls casually, looking away for a moment before turning back to meet your gaze once more, "we heard his name is... Wolfie." She lets this sink in before adding sweetly, "It's nice to finally put a face to the name." The two other girls exchange knowing glances again, clearly impressed by Emily's ability to manipulate the situation. They seem to forget that you could have just brushed off her comment as mere speculation or gossip...
I laugh like a psychopath for a second leaning back a lot and then leaning back in front and I say oh that sweet.. you can see me, that's cute can't lie...
Emily frowns slightly at your eerie laugh, but then quickly recovers her composure with a playful smile. "Oh, I'm sure you get that all the time," she replies coolly, brushing off the unnerving quality of your laugh as if it were nothing unusual. The two other girls behind her exchange knowing glances once again, clearly intrigued by this new development in their power dynamic with Emily at the helm.
She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and watching you intently through narrowed eyes. "So," she continues after a moment of silence, "what brings you to Crestwood Academy?" It's phrased as a casual question, but there's an undercurrent of challenge beneath the surface nonetheless. The implication is clear: you can either continue playing along with her game or try to ignore it and hope she lets you get away with it...