CRASH{one}

[electrophantasm]

[The day is a dreary one - October settling into the air with a chill that cuts down to bones and the distant rumbling of a storm coming. Lighting has just begun flashing in the bellies of swollen, near black clouds as a sleek, shining ebony car rolls to a stop in front of the dorms - a scuttle of people rushing to move expensive leather suit cases from the trunk and up the stairs, gone from sight before the driver has managed to crack open the back door, pulling it open just in time to let a pale figure slip from within.

He murmurs, bowing his head to what would be a familiar sight to most among the student body - tall and nearly pure white, dressed in a pressed uniform (though the jacket is open and the shirt untucked, tie loose), a strange mark under.. the wrong eye, and the white hair is long and slithering over shoulders and down the straight back.

The stranger with a familiar face glances up, and thunder rumbles, the skies opening up in a downpour of cold rain that plasters slightly wavy hair straight to white cheeks and turns thin fabric clingy and see-through. He ignores the proffered umbrella, the purple eyes instead turning to the central doors and padding towards them, unsmiling lips curving down further at the corners.]

[OoC: Sorry for the nonsense, rambly, drama post. But I needed to intro him.]

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google translate ftw /dies

[principeeredita.livejournal.com]

Benvenuti questa scuola. Sei studente? [ He closes the door behind them after shaking the water off the umbrella. ]

Ahahahaaa, iGoogle.

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[The pale head bows in assent, his feet pausing in the doorway to begin forming a puddle of chilly rainwater on the tiles.]

...

why yes

[principeeredita.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, you're not answering him. Then he'll assume it's a yes. ]

Molto piacere. My name is Rasiel, and I am a second year. I trust you know where your room is, si, signore, ah, .. Gesso?

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[His eyes flick to Rasiel sharply at that, fingers pausing where they were absently plucking the buttons of his shirt, as if considering removing the damp fabric.]

Ghost.