blending in so you don't even know me ((wren))

[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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it's a perfect day for matinee

Massy's least favorite class is usually English. Strange, considering how often she reads, but Massy is not a fan of writing in any form, and this class requires quite a bit of it. At the moment, the class is supposed to be working on their new essay assignment. Instead, Massy is doodling a little dancer girl on the corner of her looseleaf. She was lost in a world all of her own, full of pink ribbons and beautiful music and old wooden floors and girls who could dance three times as well as she could.

In her dream world, Massy sat alone in the corner of an elaborately decorated ballet studio--one that she visited quite often in her daydreams--while she watched three of the most talented dancers in the world perform a perfectly synchronized performance. There was a petite blonde, an average-sized redhead, and a tall brunette. Massy had named them each, but she had not delved into their lives or their families or anything of the sort. They were dancers and only dancers; the way she wanted to be. They had no other job but to dance and entertain others. They only paused to eat briefly and sleep. They needed nothing else, and only ate for pleasantries. But other than that? They danced because it was their life. In a perfect world, that's how things would go for Maslynn.

She didn't want to be famous, oh no. It wasn't performing that lured her in, but the art. She loved the way the music carried her body across a stage and the beat drove her this way and that. She loved the way it hit her ears and drowned out the rest of the world. But mostly, she loved the way music muted everything else in her life. There were no emotions from a crowd. There were no thoughts of romance or family or social anxiety. There was nothing but the music and Maslynn and her dancing. That's the place she loved to be in more than anywhere else.

Although, at this school, it was very rarely attainable. "Miss Roy." The name accompanied the sharp thud of Maslynn's text book as it hit the floor. She shot upward, having not even realized that she'd been sleeping. Her eyes wandered over to meet that of her teachers', disappointed and angry. She hung her head and mumbled a brief apology, picking up her book and pen and attempting to get to work. She had not yet written a single sentence. She glanced up at the clock, but no luck. She was still stuck in here for half an hour.

After a few minutes, when she was sure the teachers' attentions were elsewhere, Massy's eyes darted about the room, searching for salvation in any of the students seated near her. Of course, there wasn't any, so she waited another few good minutes before getting up and asking for the hall pass. "I've finished a good bit of my essay, and I really need to talk to my Biology teacher about a project she gave me an extension on. Is it alright if I go?" Massy fought back the blush that threatened to give her away. The teacher looked at her for a moment, then sighed and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Alright. Take your stuff. I'll write you a note." Massy went back to her seat to pack up her bag while the teacher wrote the note, and then she was gone. Maslynn is not usually one to skip class, but the concentrated agitation and exhaustion of the other students in the room was making nearly impossible for her to breath, much less concentrate.

So she headed towards the library, planning to hide out there because Massy isn't even taking Biology. But on the way there, she ran into a familiar face.

"Wren, hey," she greeted her friend. Massy didn't know Wren very well, but he was nice, and talking to him was bound to be better than roaming the halls are sitting around in the library.

TAGGED: wren bb | OUTFIT | OOC: i actually finished the post before the outfit :3

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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i like the way i can't keep my focus

the boy sat in his chemistry class, a labcoat over his clothes with protective goggles on. they were working on a lab, mixing random chemicals together to see the end products. so far, things were going good with his lab group's experiment. unlike some of the others, whose experiments had blown up in their faces. unknowingly, his powers set off again. not that he had meant to, of course. sometimes, it just goes off when he's focused but sometimes, it goes off at the worst times. he was reaching for the solution but before he could pour it into the beaker, his hand ignited into flames. red and orange flames danced around his hands, earning gasps from the other students who turned around. wren, on the other hand, was too shocked from the flames to notice the content of the tube he was holding smoke and bubble. he quickly dropped the test tube into the beaker by accident and BOOM!, the contents of the beaker exploded in his and his lab group's faces. the smoke from the beaker spread across the room, causing students to cough.

the teacher did not find this funny. he told the students to clean up and get back to their seats. wren sighed, apologizing to his lab group for what happened. after cleaning up, the boy sat in the back of the classroom and listened as the teacher rambled on and on about irresponsible use of powers. everyone snickered and glanced at wren, who rolled his eyes in exchange for all the attention he was receiving but after a few minutes, he had zoned out. he was writing. writing was possibly the only escape the boy had from the school. it was a gift, his mom was sure. it was a stronger gift than his ability to become flames. a gift that can actually be appreciated by the world outside. not a gift that had to be hidden. his ability to burn was a burden, one that people fear. hate. he wasn't normal. of course not. the boy was in the middle of a poem, or was it a song? he didn't know. it sometimes differed depending on the mood he was in. his teacher had finished his rant and gave the students free time to do whatever. the other students decided to talk amongst themselves or roam the halls but wren was too busy writing to even know what was going on.

he finished about five minutes after and got up, packing his bag and decided to walk around the school. he had a lot more time before the bell rang and even then, break was right after. he walked around the campus, glancing at his watch every now and then. walking down the hall, he noticed a certain someone walking and smiled as she walked towards him. "well, hi there chica." he gave her a friendly smile, "shouldn't you be in class?" he raised an eyebrow at her, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

TAGGED: MASSY | OUTFIT | OOC: YAY~ FIRST POST FOR WREN

[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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it's a perfect day for matinee

Massy, for one, is more inclined to be friendly with her male acquaintances than with her female friends. She's not yet come to grasp why that is, exactly, but if she had to guess, she would say that it had something to do with her tendency to fall for the former so often. However, in Wren's case, she could talk to him forever.

She wasn't sure if it was his adorable smile or his cheesy sense of humor, but she couldn't get enough. Maybe it was just how friendly he was. She didn't really know, nor did she care much. It was rather rare that she felt this comfortable around any one person.

But as their conversation began, she felt a lingering sense of misfortune, like something bad had happened and Wren was still a little upset about it. She ignored it, and figured that she could ask about it later on, and gave him a bright smile. "Yeah . . . But so are you." Massy had no intention of letting Wren know that she was skipping class. She wasn't exactly a fan of her innocent-little-school-girl reputation, because people tended to treat her like a little kid because of it, but she didn't want people to think she was bad either. It was a pretty complicated situation.

After a few seconds, Massy decided that she couldn't stand it any longer, and her smile fell. She bit her lip. "Hey, um, did something happen earlier? Because your emotions seem a little off." Massy clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head a little to the right. She realized that this was probably not a very normal thing to tell people, but honesty is the best policy right?

In all honesty, Massy didn't really know how to be DIShonest. And sometimes, it came back to bite her in the butt. With honesty came an outspoken demeanor that tended to ward people off. In fact, she was sometimes called bitchy. But really, people just needed to learn how to face up to the truth. I mean, what if you're shopping and you're about to buy the most hideous dress to ever be made? Wouldn't you want an honest opinion about it before you spend $100?

Apparently, there aren't very many people who think so. It didn't bother Massy, really, but it did bother her that if she could be so terribly accepting of everyone else, how they could get upset when she told the Bitter Truth. It was silly and annoying and it bothered her almost as much as being called boring.

TAGGED: wren bb | OUTFIT | OOC: i actually finished the post before the outfit :3

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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i like the way i can't keep my focus

wren never really was the type of person to think about what he was saying before actually saying it. normally, the boy would just say whatever's on his mind and then, if it was the wrong thing, try changing the subject as quickly as possible. with massy though, the boy felt comfortable talking about anything without feeling embarrassed. well, more or less.

wren leaned against the wall, facing the girl and smirked. "i, actually, have a reason to be out of class, chica." the boy insisted on calling her chica, instead of her actual name. why? because he felt like it. most of the thing the boy does is because he felt like it or because he wanted to but that was only with people he felt comfortable around, like austin or lucia. "the teacher said that we have the whole period to do whatever and i decided that staying in that hell of a classroom was too boring for an exciting person like me." he joked about the last part. he really didn't know why he decided to start walking around the campus. he was going to head towards the library, where he always went when he had nothing to do and was basically his daily hang out spot and sometimes, it became his hideout. it was better than staying in the classroom. maybe because he didn't know half the people in that classroom. it really didn't matter. "hmm. what's your excuse, little girl?"

truth be told, wren didn't expect to find massy ditching class. he thought she would have been more of a goodie goodie. then again, wren was considered a goodie two shoes too. by many, actually. he did his homework, never skipped class. he had only ditched class a couple of times to hang with some friends but not more than once or twice. "what, did you have to go bathroom?" he put air quotes around the last two words, chuckling. "or were you feeling sick?"

wren kept an eye on the girl, not expecting the question to be asked. mainly because it wasn't a question that was normally asked. he watched as the smile on her face faded, his smile dropping as hers did. "huh? did something happen?" wren pretended to think about what to say, letting a few seconds pass. "well, my chem teacher hates me now." he laughed a bit, running a hand through his messy, uncombed hair.

"ahah... i blew up my lab and yeah. mister whatshisface ranted and stepped out." he chewed on his lip, tugging on the arms of his backpack. he looked at her, "mm, so where you headed?" he asked quickly, a small smile crawling back on his face. really, it was hard to catch wren go for more than a few minutes without smiling in public. it was his way of dealing with people, smiling his way through his problems when really, he was miserable on the inside.

TAGGED: MASSY | OUTFIT | OOC: UGH LATE IS LATE