[chrome]

(Holy shit it's been a whole year? That doesn't even seem possible.

Anyway, been poking my head in on the site for a little while again and had a request to revive this thread/open RP.

Check out the first post for any plot/questions you have! I'll be using the same two characters I started with.

*Totally open to anyone who'd like to join!*)

__

A little after four found Pierce jogging back towards the university, a soccer ball- just as dirty as his clothes were, evidence of his overenthusiastic plays during practice- tucked under his arm. The sun was just starting to go down, the air cooling against the jaguar's sweaty skin. Meeting up with a fellow player, the two exchange a short conversation before Pierce tosses the ball to them and offers a half-hearted wave as he lifts his bag from the sidelines and continues on his way. At this point there's hardly anything on his mind other than getting to the locker rooms to change out of his uniform and clean himself up. Perhaps it was the feline nature within but the feeling of sweat and dirt against his skin was enough to make the young man uncomfortable to say the least.

Of course a less recognized face would have made it there faster than Pierce managed to, as a number of students he passed stopped to make idle chat with the somewhat popular jaguar. Just one more part of being on the sports team of a rather prestigious university. Especially one as unique as Solaris since many sports players at the school had ancestors that excelled in fitness; like the orca captain of the swim team for example. Someone who could swim laps around a plain old ape swimmer.

Caught up in his own thoughts, Pierce didn't even noticed when he passed by another student too closely until his bag smacked into their shoulder. Stopping rather quickly on his heels, the large feline fixes his bag back onto his shoulder and glances towards the one he hit. "You alright? Could have been worse, right?" A shrug and shimmy of his shoulder that causes the bag to shift. "It's light, no books."

__

Leland stayed late, well over an hour after the last of the art students trickled out of the classroom, perceptive eyes flipping through photo after photo. They were all decent quality, as they should be with the price he paid for the camera, but the subjects seemed all wrong. Out of place and staged in a way. Lacking that flow of day-to-day business that he was trying to capture. A heavy sigh left him as he placed the last one in the stack back into the folder and into his backpack places callously on the floor at his feet, packing up his camera with a disapproving scowl on his face. Evening was coming fast, and with a glance towards the clock the raven knew he'd have to dash outside if he wanted to snap a few more photos before the light faded below the horizon.

Thankfully his path was mostly empty, a few students chatting together in small groups about the hallway. Outside the building was another story; students coming and going either from classes, sports, or one of the other many activities the school offered. Most of them heading towards the large building opposite Leland towards the cafeteria; dinner was calling.

Perching himself beneath a tree, the raven pulled his camera back out and pointed it in the direction of the hustling students. It wasn't nearly as bright as he would have liked with how much the sun had already gone down, but it was bearable and at the very least good practice. Click after click, with the sound of the shutter lightly echoing in his ear, Leland hardly focused on the photos, instead focused on snapping as many as he could with the hopes that at least a couple would come out to his standards. Another snap and Leland was about to press the button once more when he paused, looking through the lens towards someone who'd clearly noticed the raven taking pictures. The camera dropped slightly and blue eyes gazed in narrow judgment towards the one who'd spotted him.