open Camden Arts University: Campus Chaos

[Technicolour Dream (Sunny) 38]

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Camden Arts University, a chaotic college campus that is home to Equestria's most up and coming artists in every field, some of Equestria's greatest richest family proteges, and some of Equestria's biggest drug addicts, alcoholics, and delinquents.

 

Here at Camden, anything goes. Anything at all ranging from weekly keggers, huge end of the world parties, underground cults, band performances, and general education. While some students may be here to learn, most are just here to blow their parent's money and get a half decent "education".

 

It is here, at Camden, Equestria's most prestigious and expensive Arts University, that the events described below take place.

 

Let's start off with Camden's resident "Prince of the Hipsters" and Self-Proclaimed "Urban Philosopher" (As well as ex-royal guard for 2 years, which is how he got the money for college in the first place), Sepia.

 

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It's 7:35 AM and Sepia is just waking up to yet another chaotic morning at Camden. Sepia busily goes about his morning routine of Showering off, spending twice as much time flattening his mane, and brushing his teeth. Next he grabs his scarf, the very same cream/red scarf he wears everyday of the year, puts on his glasses, and checks the clock.

 

8:22 AM, class is in exactly 23 minutes...

 

Sepia grabs his saddlebags, stuffs a new pack of Parliament Vintage cigarettes and a lighter in his saddle bags. Sepia checks his glasses in light for smudges and puts them back on, finding no smudges on the glass.

 

8:24...oh man, today is gonna be slow...

 

From his fourth floor dorm room, #107b, it would take maybe a 5 minute walk to get to Creative Writing if he took the elevator. May as well head to Munk's for a mango frappe to get my morning started. He thought to himself. With that in mind, Sepia turned to the left corner of his bed in his 2 person dorm and looked at his guitar case in which his bass guitar was housed. Sepia grabbed the guitar case and slung it across his back as he quickly exited his Dorm, got in the elevator, and took it down to ground level.

 

As the elevator door opened, another colt whom Sepia recognized as a member of Camden's R.A. stepped into the elevator. Sepia smiled calmly at him and exited the elevator. Okay...now we get that coffee...

 

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Sepia entered Munk's Coffee and looked at the clock above the door.

 

8:30, perfect. Let's just get the coffee and head straight on over to Class.

 

Sepia walked to the counter where the barista manning the counter took his order for a Mango Frappe. She smiled a fake looking smile and returned a few minutes later with Sepia's coffee. Sepia slid a few bits in exchange and trotted out of Munk's.

Edited May 15, 2013 by Technicolour Dream (Sunny)

[stainesbrony 219]

Inside Munks, were a pegasus wearing sunglasses and a shy unicorn, drinking hit chocolate, with their bags on them.

"Rick, we'll be late for our lessons!" cried out the unicorn.

"Eye, I don't care. We still have about 20 minutes." Replied the pegasus.

'But Rick..."

"Okay then. Go ahead. I'll see you later, at lunch."

The unicorn left to his psychology lesson and the pegasus started relaxing, drinking his hot chocolate. Then he realised that he needed to be on the other side of school.

"Buckbuckbuckbuck! I'm late!"

He flew off, to his creative writing class.

Edited May 15, 2013 by stainesbrony

[Technicolour Dream (Sunny) 38]

On the way out of Monk's, Sepia was nearly knocked over by a blue pegasus colt dashing out of the same door as Sepia. The pegasus was mumbling frenzied nonsense to himself on the way out, but Sepia couldn't quite tell what it was about. Yes! My coffee is ok! Sepia thought to himself and continued on his way to Creative Writing.

 

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Sepia casually cleared his face of emotion, sipped calmly from his coffee and opened the door to his Creative Writing class and sat down in his usual spot dead center of the class room. He looked around and noticed the class was empty. Then he looked up at the clock just above the professor's desk.

 

8:40 AM... "Cool, made it 5 minutes early." he says aloud to himself.

 

Sepia quickly withdraws his legal pad and pen from his saddle bags and begins jotting down sequences of words to get his creativity flowing.

 

title...needs a title...um...

 

"Mocha with cream

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Mocha with cream,

tastes like a dream.

mornings are dull,

out of bed I will..."

 

"Crawl? No, no, no..."

 

Sepia, frustrated, tears the page out of his legal pad and tosses the paper to the back of the room, then looks back to the clock.

 

8:44 AM...

Edited May 15, 2013 by Technicolour Dream (Sunny)

[stainesbrony 219]

8:40 AM

 

The pegasus was fast approaching the classroom, trying to get to his lesson on time, remembering to give the LSD he had to Jimbo. The pegasus, called Rick, was also headed to the Creative Writing classroom. He was majoring in creative writing because it was the only thing he had a slight chance of getting a good grade at.

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8:43 AM

 

Meanwhile, one of the few science labs that wasn't cordoned off because of repairs due to drunk science (from the teachers, most of the time) a grey Unicorn was waiting, prepared to do some psychological stuff. He was majoring in psychology, so he decided he should put in some effort, unlike his other subjects, which were mostly full of reading minds with his magic, finding out what they're thinking, and generally paying no attention at all.

[Fluffy Pinkie 417]

Meanwhile James was rushing to creative writing, Had woke up a bit later then usually today he had rushed to take a cold shower to wake him up from last night, fixed his mane, being a little upset having no time to really fix it up, put on his watch, made sure his saddlebags were filled with everything he needed and rushed out of his dorm room.

 

Managing to get outside James looked at his watch "8:30 man looks like today's all-ready starting off rough class starts in 15 minutes" James thought. Pushing out his wings and with a little burst of speed James flew off not knowing how long it took James landed with a somewhat soft plop right outside of the building where creative writing was pushing the door open James rushed down the hall right into creative writing. Barely looking at the class James sat down in a seat turned towards the clock and saw with slight suprise he had made it on time.

 

"8:44 Am.. great looks like i made it on time" James thought to himself with glee. James turned around to the front to see he was sitting right behind Camden's so called "prince of hipsters" Sepia

[stainesbrony 219]

8:45 AM

 

The bell rang, with almost no-one in their lessons. It was the start of another (ironically uncreative) creative writing lesson. Rick only took it because for his GCSE English, he was told to write a story. He wrote the story of his life, only changing the names a bit, and when he said it was based off a true story, the teacher thought that was a load of bollocks. Couldn't be further from the truth.

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Meanwhile, in the only lab that wasn't destroyed by a mix of alcohol, potassium and a general absence of health and safety, a unicorn was trying to find out where he has to tap in the brain to see all the bits worth knowing about, if life is an illusion and other complicated stuff. Also, homework and class work involved studying the effects of illegal drugs on the brains of ponies, and he liked listening to the nonsense they came out with, saying they were fish, singing 'nowhere pony' and reciting all of hamlet, but saying very rude words that would get me banned from this forum.

Edited May 17, 2013 by stainesbrony

[Technicolour Dream (Sunny) 38]

As the bells rang 8:45 AM, the creative writing professor stepped into the classroom from the teacher's lounge entrance with a fresh smile on his face...that quickly deflated upon seeing that today, only 3 students of his 30, actually showed up on time. The professor had actually thought to himself that he was not expecting anyone else to show up either.

 

Today is a friday, and at Camden,friday mornings are usually used by the students to prepare the night's weekly party. every week the theme was different, but they always turned out the same. For instance: The End of the World Party = just a drunken party, Freaks and Geeks Party = another kegger, Glowing Lights Party = yet another lame excuse to get neck deep in Flanks, drugs, alchohol, and rock 'n' roll. (or whatever other trash they usually spewed from heavy speakers that night)

 

Tonight was no different. Tonight, the "Informal Rejects" Party was to be taking place in the Main Auditorium starting at 7 PM and ending when the DJ got tired and all the drunks took their "scores" to their dorms. Sepia usually whent to these parties, kept tabs on his drinking, and did his best to charm good looking stallions into taking him to their place. although Sepia had a particular taste for the nicer, more..."clean" stallions like himself. And tonight was to be no different.

 

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So as the professor's smile deflated and he uttered an audible and almost guttural sigh of disappointment, he sat in his chair behind his desk, searched his desk shortly for something, and sighed even louder.

 

"Do any of you fine gentlemen who actually showed up today, happen to have a cigarette I can bum off of you?" The professor said aloud, closing a drawer in his desk. Sepia pulled his parliament cigarettes from his saddle bags, opened the fresh pack, and floated them over to the professor who took one, lit it with his magic and inhaled deeply enough that almost no smoke left his lungs. From a distance, Sepia could literally see the artificial euphoria building up in the professors head from the imbalance of blood oxygen levels. How...casually unprofessional... Sepia thought to himself as he floated his cigarettes back to himself.

 

"Right, today we are going to be having a slow day as you can see. So, just write me a quick, 7 stanza long Haiku about anything at all. As long as it's still "appropriate" enough that if it's any good, it can be shown at an art showing." The professor said aloud to the "class" of 3. His words seemed to echo and rebound off of the walls of the seemingly empty classroom as the professor shrunk back into his seat, propped his back hooves onto his desk and continued to take deep and seemingly contemplative drags of the cigarette Sepia has offered him, almost as though he were deep in thought.

 

Sepia began to write words down on the side of his piece of paper. Just words, to get his thought process going. The words: smoke, empty, warm, and collected were jotted out to the left of his paper, just within the margins. "Oh...ok. I got this." Sepia said aloud to himself.

 

Before he began to write, he turned behind him to see that the other two students in the class with him were both blue pegasai, so he wasn't quite sure which one of them had knocked him over, and frankly, he didn't care. He recognized the one behind him as James, and James was quite the looker. Sepia raised his hoof to get the professor's attention and the professor acknowledged him.

 

"Yes Sepia, what is it?" The professor said, his voice and spirits seemingly a bit elevated. Maybe from the buzz that came soon after a good cigarette. "Mind if I smoke?" Sepia asked casually, almost as if the professor were just a friend and Sepia were invited to his home. The professor merely shrugged and waved his hoof casually. "Knock yourself out kid. I won't stop you." The professor said quietly as he buried his face in his hooves. Sepia smiled a knowing, understanding, sort of smile and brushed a few locks of his mane away from his eyes, gratefully accepting this rare moment of casual understanding between a student and professor that wasn't illegal. 

 

Sepia floated a cigarette out of the pack and into his mouth, and lit it with his lighter. He took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled softly and inaudibly. Sepia turned to the handsome blue pegasus colt behind him and smiled a coy smirk, floating another cigarette out of the pack towards James.

 

"So...you smoke bud?" Sepia asked James sub-casually.

Edited May 17, 2013 by Technicolour Dream (Sunny)

[Fluffy Pinkie 417]

So far class had not been all that great it appeared that only 3 students out of the 30 had decided to show up for class. "Guess i shouldn't be too suprised since it is a friday" James thought to himself. While the class appeared basically abonded the professor's voice did not basically he seemed utterly bored and James while in his thought got the basic message that the professor wanted them to write a seven stanza Haiku about well anything.

 

As the Professor asked for a cigarette from the class James looked to see who had actually decided to show up for class today, Well besides Sepia it looked like another blue pegauses besides himself was in the class other then nobody else was in the class. James looked back to the front of the class to see that Sepia was smoking a cigarette. James guessed the professor was really in a non-caring mood. James went into his saddlebag pulling out his notepad as well as a pencil deciding he may as well smoke a cigarette too James looked into his saddlebag only to realize while he had his lighter he was missing a pack of cigarettes

 

"Buck" James muttered under his breath. Rushing this morning he must have forgot to stuff a pack of cigarettes in his saddlebag, Not to mention James hadn't even had time to stop at Monk's to get anything."Today is not starting off too well" James thought sadly to himself. As James looked up from his saddlebag he saw that Sepia had floated his pack of cigarettes towards James. So you smoke Sepia asked somewhat casually?

 

"Ugh sure" James said a little suprised

[Tyrant Write Worthy 53]

After chugging another beer, Write Worthy realized it was past 8:45. Shit! She quickly pulled on her saddlebags and rushed to class, which consisted of only 3 other students. Today anyways. "Yo, sorry I'm late!"

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In the art room J.J. was covered in paint. He yawned. Wanting to finish his project he had stayed up all night painting. The professer walked in, grinning when she saw him.

"J.J., it's nice to see somepony actually do something for this class.

He nodded, barely caring, just wanting to go to sleep.

[stainesbrony 219]

Writing his haiku, Rick thought of planting LSD on the professor that Eye had stolen from the psychology lab and putting it on the teacher, telling the authorities and getting a reward for it. He wrote:

"Sex, you are really epic.

I like banging mares.

Oh shit, what did I just write?"

He liked writing stuff like that for the lulz.

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Meanwhile, in psychology, the students were observing the teacher, Dr. U. G. Addict, have a LSD, Marujiana, Etcasy, Weed and crack-fuelled trip.

Whilst observing it, he decided to steal more drugs to give them to Rick, who would then sell them or give it to other ponies without their knowledge, tell the royal guard that they were illegally carrying illegal drugs, then get reward money. They then used their profits to buy stuff, like booze, booze, sciency stuff, potassium and anything they wanted. And that is why they are one of the richest students. Drugs.

 

Anyway, he was so bored with watching the professor sexually humiliating himself with a test tube, he decided to go to his dorm with the drugs, come back with the drugs in the safe under the sink that used to have a combustible lemon inside it. He then moved more drugs this way, then got bored and went to Munks for another hot chocolate.

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It may also be interesting to know that the combustiable lemon from earlier was the cause of the only labatory explosion not caused by drunk science.

[Hansel 1,512]

Hansel Ink wonders through the corridors in a zombie-like state. He hadn't really slept at all the previous night due to his work, and as a result, wasn't aware enough of his surroundings to realise that he was in the completely wrong part of the university.

 

In his partially lucid mind, he was about to enter the animation studio.

 

In reality, he was about to intrude on a creative writing class.

 

He opens the door to the classroom, steps in, and heads over to a desk with his eyes only half open.

 

"Sorry I'm - yawn - late, I was mermmehmumble..."

 

Hansel sits down and uses his magic to take his drawing equipment out of his saddlebag before looking around at the other students.

He didn't recognise them.

 

"Huh."

 

He looks around at the classroom, and notices a distinct lack of art equipment.

 

"Very odd, this."

 

He yawns again.

Edited May 17, 2013 by Hansel

[stainesbrony 219]

Noticing the pony randomly walking into the classroom, Rick wrote down a different Kailua that may be considered appropriate.

'Idiot other pony

Confused over classrooms

He is really a nitwit'

Feeling pleased with himself, he relaxed, and fell asleep.

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In the middle of moving the drugs, Mind's Eye dropped some beside room 1b, the room of the local snitch. He decided not to pick it up because it had rolled into his dorm, but he had an idea. He was going to snitch on the snitch, not to the teachers, but to the fuzz. Dropping off the drugs, he couldn't help but feel happy.

[Technicolour Dream (Sunny) 38]

Sepia paid absolutely no attention to anyone else who entered the creative writing classroom. He simply moved to sit next to James, and started flirting his little heart out. Sepia did his best to play it cool at first by continuing to write down the first 3 stanzas of his haiku.

 

Smoke is bliss

and bliss is free

smoking and writing

 

Bliss is free

and so is oxygen

smoke filled lungs

 

To smoke is

a tendency reminiscent of

literal self destruction...

 

"Wow...that's rad." Sepia whispered to himself, hoping to catch Jame's attention. Gotta keep it coming. Keep writing. Finish it up. Sepia thought to himself as he continued to write his final 4 stanzas.

 

Who am I

I am a smoker

smoke filled lung

 

Writing about smoking

in form of haiku

gets really boring

 

Why am I

Still writing this thing

I'd rather smoke

 

Oxygen is boring

and iron sucks too

smoking is cool

 

"Well that was a waste of creative potential." Sepia says aloud to anyone willing to listen. He raises his hoof and grabs the professor's attention. "Excuse me, professor, what am I supposed to do with this haiku when I finish it? I'm getting tired of looking at it." 

 

The professor laughed and floated the page over with his magic. "You don't like haiku either, do you Sepia? I don't blame you. Boring stuff, boring stuff." The professor read Sepia's haiku and chuckled quietly. "This ain't half bad. Well, it's not good, but not bad. A for effort Mr. Sepia, A for effort...uhm...I really have nothing else for you to do..." The professor said as he ran a hoof through his mane. "Actually, I didn't expect any of you to actually do this so, thanks to Sepia over here, I'm just giving you all an A for just showing up. Anyway, I don't even want to be here right now and I'm sure none of you lot do either...especially those of you who just arrived." he said snidely, eyeing the two new arrivals in the back of the room. "I suppose...if you finish the haiku, bring it to me, I'll laugh at it, and you can go do whatever it is you do when class is over. Early out guys, early out." The professor finished the last sentence with an audible sigh as he stamped his cigarette out on a manila folder.

 

Sepia smiled gleefully and stopped by Jame's seat to grab his guitar and saddle bags. "Hey, I didn't know if maybe...uhm, you'd wanna hang out after class or whatever. I mean, that'd be really cool, and if you don't want to, that's fine, I'm cool I guess...but uh, I'll be waiting for ya outside in the courtyard. So uh, cool. I'm off." Sepia fumbled through the past few sentences nervously tying to find the right words to say so that this encounter would remain casual and friendly.

 

Sepia walked to the door, finished the last sip of his coffee, and tossed the cup in the trash. Once again he cleared his face of emotion and walked into the hallways that leads to the doors out of the building. Sepia walked the whole way humming a tune to himself as he opened the door, entered the courtyard, and sat cross legged in the grass, opening his guitar case. Sepia smiled as the bright blue bass guitar's baby blue finish, freshly polished, shown Sepia's reflection in the sunlight. He placed the guitar in his lap, and strummed the strings, checking to make sure the guitar was still in tune.

 

"Okie doke, she's still singing beautifully." Sepia said, satisfied with the gentle, jazzy notes that rang out quietly with a quick run of his hoof over the pickups. "Let's do this" he said with a smile as he began to play a song he wrote. The song was slow and upbeat, and although it was not complicated, it sounded very professional to him.

 

And so he sat there, playing his bass guitar. Waiting for James to return.

Edited May 17, 2013 by Technicolour Dream (Sunny)

[stainesbrony 219]

Leaving the classroom, Rick decided to go to his room, thinking 'I hope Eye delivered the drugs by now'

When he got there, the inside pockets of his coat were filled with drugs. He put it on, exited his room and started to go to that dark alleyway with no CCTV cameras there to do his business.

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Meanwhile, in psychology, everyone thee was getting bored of the professor sexually humiliating himself with a test tube, so they all left. However, Mind's Eye couldn't resist putting the professor in the store cupboard. He thought that the classroom would look a bit more pleasant without that teacher.

[Hansel 1,512]

Hansel looked around him, and realised that there were only two students left in the class, neither of which he recognised  He began to give in to his fatigue and his eyes started to close.

 

"Maybe just... a few minutes of sleep. I have *yawn* no idea... what's going on today, anyway."

 

His eyes shut and his head hit the desk with a thud.

[Technicolour Dream (Sunny) 38]

Meanwhile outside in the courtyard, Sepia, who was casually jamming out on his bass, had accumulated a small crowd of dragon flies whom peacefully danced over Sepia's head as he played sweet sounding melodies to make them happy.

 

"Yeah little dudes, that's it!" He said happily aloud as he closed his eyes and smiled to himself, still playing a gentle melody, and thinking to himself. He thought about the party tonight, the "Informal Rejects" party. Maybe I can get James to go with me... he thought to himself, and his smile brightened.

[stainesbrony 219]

After doing some "business", Rick put his coat back in his dorm and counted up his profits for the day.

"10...20...30...40...50........100...200...300"

He split the money up, 150/150, and slipped out with 50 bits for a strawberries and cream frappachino at Starbucks, with some waffles and a sandwich with it.

'Not very gangsta' he thought to himself 'but it'll do for lunch.'

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Slipping into Starbucks, Mind's Eye (Or Mind or Eye or ME) got himself a panini and a hot chocolate. He sat down with Rick and asked

"How much did we get?"

"300 bits. I've already split them, 50/50, as you asked."

"Great. Any trouble?"

"No, apart from Gordon throwing his coffee at me. He thinks his visor makes him so epic, but I seriously need to teach him a lesson."

"Okay then, I will"

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It is also slightly important to know that Rick and Mind's eye only got the money to join Camden University by being con artists and part-time blackmailers. But that (for now, hopefully) is a different story. Also, Mind's Eye is very good at throwing mugs full of hot drinks. The only reason I'm saying that now, is because Gordon came into Starbucks, and just as he entered the queue, a mug of Hot Chocolate found itself on Gordon's head, with the contents spilling all over him.

Everyone in there couldn't help but laugh.

[NocturnalRainbow 248]

Sky Dreamer was enjoying today's class, mostly because no one was there. It was a Friday after all. She couldn't even remember a Friday were there had been more the than 5 people in class. She was rounding up her big paper. A full 20 pages on unique cloud patterns.

Finally done! Maybe I can head over the to Star-Bucks now!

Sky thanked her professor and dashed out the door eager to enjoy a fresh cup of coffee. It was an afternoon ritual for her, every afternoon she would pick up a nice cup of coffee, sit down, and mingle with the other students. She wondered who would be there today. She picked up her coffee and sat down at her favorite table in front of the big window. She sipped her coffee as she looked around. She noticed Rick and Mind's Eye sitting over in the corner but she had never really liked them. They seem kind of off to her and were definitely not good students like her . She just sipped her coffee and sat there looking around, hopefully one of her friends would walk in soon.

 

 

(Anyone want to be friends just walk on in and sit down with me, Instant Friend :3)

Edited May 25, 2013 by NocturnalRainbow

[PinkieShyFlutterPie 408]

Neon woke up and rubbed her eyes with her hooves then looked over at the clock "12:29, i'm up early" Neon laughed then got up. Neon took a shower then brushed her mane then she put on her lucky bracelets. Neon trotted out of her room and went to Star-Bucks. She ordered a coffee and decided to just relax.

[Snowy Storm 57]

Regal had spent the day walking around campus and get ready for the party tonight. He thought to himself if he should attend his afternoon classes "Well buck it. It's only the second time i skipped the class so i should be good"  He walked over the Star-Bucks and ordered tea. while looking for a table to sit at, he saw they were all taken up. "well I guess i'll just sit down with a random pony" he sat down next to a mare.

"um hi is this seat taken?" he asked the mare with a black mane with pink highlights through it.

[PinkieShyFlutterPie 408]

@@Snowy Storm,

 

"Depends." Neon said then looked at the stallion from hoof to head "I guess you can sit here" Neon said then laughed a bit. Neon was slouching a bit then she sat up strait and started drinking her coffee "Whats your name?" Neon asked looking at the stallion  

[Snowy Storm 57]

@@PinkieShyFlutterPie, 

"Thank you" He said as he took the seat. "My name is Charming Regal, but most ponies call me Regal. I don't like my name much, but hay. what can I do about it." She seems nice enough he thought to himself. "And what would be your name?" he said while drinking his tea. The tea was too hot and scolded his tongue, he did his best to hide the pain.

Edited May 25, 2013 by Snowy Storm

[PinkieShyFlutterPie 408]

@@Snowy Storm,

 

" Hey Regal, I'm Neon Strobe, you can call me Neon" Neon said then took a sip of her coffee "I'm a DJ" Neon said then looked at Regal and smiled. "So, what are you majoring in?" Neon asked "I'm majoring in music of course" Neon said then took another sip of her nice hot coffee 

[Snowy Storm 57]

@@PinkieShyFlutterPie,

 leaning back on his chair he took a moment and said "I'm still deciding, but i think i'll major in fashion, but you never know. The world of fashion can be a very unforgiving place. I'm also trying out other classes and majors before I choose one." he took another sip of tea and was watching the clock on the wall.

"So today is Friday and you say you are a DJ. Are you going to DJ one of the parties?" as he took the final sip of his tea.

[PinkieShyFlutterPie 408]

@@Snowy Storm,

 

"Fashion? Cool, you can make me somethin' cool then" Neon said then winked. Neon took another sip of coffee. "Fridays, oh how i love Fridays, the beginning of the weekend and no school, well not that i bother to go anyways" Neon said then laughed "Probably, haven't planned out anything yet. I just woke up" Neon said  with a yawn