{ soul meets body. } - open.

[. [ ruby CAMILA braun ]]

It was a nice day. A great Saturday. Blue skies, the sun not too sunny therefore the atmosphere wasn't completely cold, but rather... just right. So it would just make sense if there were people outside their school dorms, right? Although it wouldn't be too odd if there are 'those' kids that stayed inside, doing what they always yearned to do in the weekdays. If Camila can remember thoroughly, those kids would've been the so-called 'geeks and nerds' in other schools.

Of course, Diablo U doesn't have those -- nope, the school prided itself in it's uniqueness and diversity. They don't give their kids labels. Nope. Labels were feeble, in comparison to them. Instead, they give them titles. Titles of what their sins were. It was rather frightening at first thought, to have your primary sin exposed to the world. Having them know what your flaw is. Don't you work hard at life just concealing those little mistakes that life had thrown you? Then all of the sudden, here's a school that would just shove you into another clustered group of people like you.

Cami sighed.

It was so much like high school.

And it is, high school. The sophomore had heard from her old friends a couple of days ago. They all seemed to be happy, jovial to be in their second year of high school. Seemed great, really. Their school was free and liberated. No uniforms of some sort to abide, no ridiculous rules (such would be 'no hairstyles for men that would make them look like roosters' -- just to state how they wouldn't tolerate mohawks), and most of all, there wasn't much of flawless (even if their sins contradicts so -- but since she's under the impression that everyone is preppy in this boarding school) people running amok, just shoving their perfection in your face.

Yet, on her defense, being at a boarding school has it's perks. For one, no parents. That was definitely something, right? Second... well, to be honest, that's all she can think of. Diablo University wasn't exactly Camila's personal hell, if anything it was more of her refugee. She was more than grateful to be separated from her troublesome family, and she'd be willing to bet they feel just the same. 'It's like this place is a dumping site for rich people who don't want to deal with their kids.' The dark haired girl thought to herself.

How much she loved her school, she had her days of getting sick of it's four-cornered walls. The maroon and grey colors of the school. Everything academic-related seemed to be getting too her all too quickly. And now here she is, at the Boardwalk. One of the more serene places to be, just based on the relaxed atmosphere. It's as if your problems will just drift away when you're just... here.

[ooc; naah, i know there's no definite uniforms or whatever to follow, but it just makes that whole 'uptight boarding school' essence a little more... alive. xD]