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For a split second, there was a little lizard on top of the book nezt to the one Lorenzo had his hand on. Again. Irritated, Lorenzo pulled the book down a bit harder than necessary, and three others came with it. Lorenzo jumped back, startled, and they crashed to the floor. Of course. The smaller Blinkings liked to do that sort of thing. Lorenzo sighed and bent to pick up the books.
George lazily lifts his head from a battered old table in a corner of the library where he previously been hunched over a dog-eared sheet of paper full of messy possible lyrics.
A redhead with a black-and-whit
e striped headband jumped at the noise. She glanced over her psychology book at the offender. She had only gone into the library to escape a bad situation in the hallway, and wasn't really interested in what she was reading, so she continued to subtly watch the boy. She happened to notice a small movement near a book but it was gone before she could figure out what it was.
A boy with ravendark shoulderlong hair looked up from a book and noticed just exactly something flash away from the boy, he shrugged then walked over and tilted his head. "Need a hand?" He asked politely.
Lorenzo looked up, wondering in a brief flash of panic if anyone had seen his Blinking. Then he relaxed. Apparently not, and besides, this was - whatever the school was. The school his dad went to, the one where such things as Blinkings weren't exactly uncommon.
"No, thank you, I just got it." Lorenzo replied, picking up the last book. Alphabetization. Right.
The boy smiled. "Okay, what happened by the way? Tripped, or?"
"The Dark Forces of Sauron deliberately forced me to stumble." Lorenzo informed him, face perfectly straight. "They've been after me for weeks. They want me to tell them the secrets to Gondor's defense." He cocked his head. "Or maybe where the Grey Havens are. Which sounds better, do you think?"
The redhead snorted in a very unladylike manner. Then her face turned bright red, fading away her freckles, and she hid behind her book, slouching a bit.
George watches the action, brown eyes solemn as he looks at the red head. All pretexts of being busy are abandoned.
The redhead felt eyes on the back of her neck, and stole a glance over her shoulder. She met eyes with George and her embarrassment deepened. She sunk lower into her book, silently hoping that nothing... bad happens.
The darkhaired boy grinned and tilted his head thoughtfully. "Gray Havens... Yeap, absolutely Gray Havens.." He then smiled and reached his hand out. "Name is D'aron by the way, and you are?"
"Lorenzo. I think you're right; the Grey Havens do sound more exciting. I s'pose, since Gondor's always under attack, it's lost a bit of the novelty." Lorenzo took the other boy's hand and shook it.
Mayrie rushed into the library as fast as she could. She ran over to the "GH" section and started looking through the books as fast as she could.
As Mayrie ran past the redhead, she could feel her nose tickle, and something in the back of her throat felt funny. Eyes wide, the redhead ran outside of the library, book abandoned. A small sneeze was barely audible from the hallway, and a few seconds later, a short asian girl with long black hair walked in. She sat near the same seat as the redhead, adjusting her headband, then grabbed the book and pretended to read it, in reality watching the others.
Despite the fact that she was in a bit of a rush, Mayrie couldn't help but notice the redhead running out, and the Asian taking her place. May scrunched her nose up as if to say, "That's strange!" She shook her head and went back to scanning the long shelves of books.
D'aron nodded. "Absolutely, it would kind of become too cliché otherwise... Well I can guess that you are a student here too? What caused you to apply for this place?" He quickly put his hand in his jacketpocket as he noticed out of the corner of his eye the end of a pen starting to try and float out of it.
"You have a very good point there." Lorenzo agreed. "Cliches must be avoided at all costs, except for parodies thereof, which can be quite interesting." He paused a moment, contemplating D'aron's question. Should he tell about the Blinkings - no, he hardly knew D'aron. Maybe another time. "I came for various reasons. My father wanted me to." And that, he thought, might very well be the end of that. The father quite eclipsed the various reasons, which could then be removed from memory.
D'aron nodded. "Okay, mine reason is that incase I hadn't gone here then perhaps someday I would have everyone and everything floating around me wherever I went... Not that it wouldn't be amusing to some point but yeah I can quickly imagine how it would become boring after a while, that and well the embarrasement of having to tell how come everyone and everything is floating around, and only around me...."
Lorenzo felt guilty. Here D'aron was going ahead and revealing this strange thing - much more believable now Lorenzo had his Blinkings - and Lorenzo didn't trust him to know about the Blinkings. Besides, this school was supposed to take care of that, and how could it if no one ever knew? You had to tell things if you wanted to solve the problem.
Anyway, Lorenzo had to grin at the picture D'aron painted, and after that, words just naturally flowed out of him. Softly, of course, so no one else would overhear. "Imagine something like that, only with lizards of all sizes appearing for a few seconds only to be replaced." Lorenzo shuddered, remembering the time a few weeks before school started when a truck-sized one had stuck around for an agonizing three and a half seconds.
D'aron nodded. "That got to be.... Distracting to say at least... And well then that was what that thing I thought I saw was? Yeah I can imagine how that can be annoying... At least with me then I can make it usefull... I mean..." He took up his hand from his pocket and shortly after a pen flew slowly up infront of his face. "I sometimes don't have to use all that much energy on picking up my own pencils... Or if there is something that's lost for me... It can sometime appear in the air floating about above where it was hidden... It doesn't work always but yeah sometimes if I concentrate enough then I can to some point control it." The pencil suddenly fell to the ground. "And then sometimes it just really acts like on it's own will."
"I never thought to try to control it. Just get rid of it." Lorenzo replied thoughtfully. He concentrated for a moment, and nothing happened, before he realized with an instinctive duh-sound in his mind, that he was doing it the wrong way. He adjusted and, smooth as butter, a little golden lizard hovered in the air for a moment before blinking away.
D'aron grinned. "Hehe, well I gave up on getting rid of it when I once ended up almost getting a whole bookcase in my head..." He smiled at the golden lizard. "See? Perhaps this place can help us control it so much that we will be able to call upon our.... 'Gifts'? Only when we want... Who knows, éh?"
"Maybe..." Lorenzo agreed, enchanted by the golden lizard that had been there for a moment. And he had controlled the Blinkings! And it had been easy! And the little lizard had been so beautiful... "I think that's what my father did, anyway." He added.
The asian girl continued to stare at the two, now more curious than ever. She had the thought that the school was just a place to stick wierd people, but nobody had really gotten around to talking about it. The girl had a completely different theory: this place wasn't to help them learn control, but to get them out of the way of normal society. She let a very small sigh escape her lips.
D'aron smiled. "I don't really know if my dad did or not... But yeah like I said before, who knows?" He then noticed a book floating near some girl with a asian appearence and walked over and bowed before her politely and took the book out of the air. "I'm terribly sorry about that, I'd like to say it won't happen again but yeah can't really promise that since... Well I can't really control it.. Well enough of my ramblings... Here you go, I believe this is yours." He then handed the book to her.
The girl blinked at him. She had been so absorbed in watching the two that she hadn't even realized her book wasn't even in her possession anymore. The asian girl turned bright red and took the book, not used to people snatching floating books from the air... or even to people bowing to her. "Erm, thanks," she said, unable to make eye contact. A year ago she would have smiled and possibly even flirted. Things were different.
D'aron smiled. "Most welcome and I really am dreadfully sorry about that, name is D'aron by the way, and yours fair lady?" He asked old fashionedly but in a polite manner.
"I'm Jayne," the girl replied, her voice holding a bit of weariness. It sounded like she thought that whole bit was pointless. "It's nice to meet you, D'aron... How... how did the book float?"
D'aron grinned and scratched the back of his head embarrased. "I am afraid that was me... Or well not really.. It just something that tends to happen around me... If you understand what I mean."
A shrill scream came from the book shelves marked GH.
D'aron's eyes went wide open and he rushed over to where he had heard the scream.
May was sitting in a heap on the floor face pale, her eyes locked on one place where there was.....a shift in the air.
Jayne flinched at the sound, giving the direction of the scream an apprehensive look. She glanced at George, as if asking his opinion, then got up and slowly wandered to the section.
Lorenzo, who had been standing rather frozen up to this point (let's say it's because he's scared of girls, shall we, skirting the real issue...), shook the comatose feeling off and followed D'aron. There was a girl sitting on the floor, he noted, which was not a normal nor a very sanitary thing to do. She was staring at nothing, looking very scared and pale.
Well, here was a chance to exercise his gift, Lorenzo decided without realizing that he was now thinking of the Blinkings as a gift. He concentrated properly, and with the wonderful liquid golden feeling, found himself bringing forth a Blinking that felt friendly and cheerful and small. To his surprise, what appeared not only stuck around, but also was not reptilian. No, it was a little unicorn.
D'aron grinned and nodded approvingly to Lorenzo. "Very good, cute unicorn too."
George shrugs, gets up and follows Jayne.
Jayne paused before the bookshelve hallway, looking down it with crossed arms. "Come to join the party?" she asked of George offhandedly. She saw the freaking-out girl and the small unicorn and wisely decided not to go any further.
"Maybe I am." George looked puzzled at the unicorn.
May didn't even acknowledge the small creature and the group of people around her. She seemed to be conversing with voices. Well, voices in her head, that is.
"Thank you." Lorenzo blushed at the compliment. Maybe this could be a handy sort of thing, something fun to live with. Even if it wasn't doing anything to cheer Girl-on-the-Floor up. Although the others around were interested - Lorenzo, surprised at the number of people around, found his unicorn had disappeared. Ah, well, it was a Blinking. It couldn't expected to stick around forever.
D'aron smiled. "Most welcome." He then turned his attention to the girl on the floor. "Erh... Is she okay? I mean did she hit her head to hard or is that kind of her reason for beein here?"
"I don't know." Lorenzo murmured worriedly. He felt decidedly useless and had no idea what to do. If someone was choking, you did the Heimlich maneuver. If someone couldn't breath, you could try CPR. Of course, Lorenzo had no idea how to perform either of these actions, but the point remained that no one ever told you what to do if the girl in front of you appeared to be having a mental breakdown.
D'aron shrugged and kneeled down and waved a hand infront of the girl's face. "hello? Anybody home?" He asked while tilting his head curiously.
May's eyes cleared. The boy in front of her came into focus. She jumped and yelped. She looked around at the small gathering and her face turned beet red. She jumped up and ran to the door where she stopped and looked around, as if checking to make sure no one - or nothing - was following her.
D'aron jumped back in startlement then blinked and looked after the girl then shrugged. "Oh well.. Guess that she either zoned off or that she had her.... Gift or thing... Whatever you want to call it."
"Don't blame her," Jayne said, feeling a little ashamed. "I wouldn't want an audience for a private freak-out." She looked around, feeling awkward. "Erm, I'm going to... go..." she said, looking around for a second as if anyone would care. "Er... see you around, D'aron." She turned and walked towards another door than the one May had left through, abanding her psychology book where she left it.
D'aron shrugged. "Never said anything about blaming, for what by the way? Only stated that either she zoned off or that that is her reason for beeing here, nothing wrong with either.. One just might mean she had overworked herself and the other... Well we all got our own little thing here so nothing wrong with that either."
May ran to her dorm she was sharing with another girl she hadn't met yet. She peeked inside the door. Good, no one's here! she thought to herself. She went in, closed the door and sat down on the lumpy bed. May lay down and quickly went to sleep.
Still in the library, Jayne turned partly around and gave D'aron a long look. She had figured they were all put here. If it was for their benefit, wouldn't they have told her? She bit her lip and left the library, heading down to the on-school park to relax. It wasn't that large, but it showed their school wasn't exactly poor.
D'aron looked back then shrugged then grumbled and grabbed a chair that appearently wanted to float up infront of his face he then put it back in place.
Lorenzo suddenly realized that he was completely unprepared for the next day. His binders still had that nasty sticky stuff on it. Seeing that most people were otherwise occupied, he excused himself silently and went to remedy the problem.
George looked up abrupty. He'd been lost in thought, just standing there. He mumbles a noncommital noise to the last remaining member of the party, and hurries back to his dorm room.
May, feeling guilty for leaving the others without at least an explanation, got up and headed back towards the library. Hesitantly, she opened the door.
D'aron who heard the door grumbled as he thought it was his "gift" that had opened the door so he went over to close it then noticed a girl standing in the door as soon as he rounded the corner of the bookcase that was standing in the way of him and the door. "Oh! Hey, forgot something?" He asked with a gentle smile.
May looked down. She fumbled with her fingers as she said, "I...I'm sorry for the scream...I...well, it's the reason I'm here. I mean," she looked up at this point, "what made me scream is. My parents...don't......." She coughed. "Sorry," she mumbled. She turned to walk out, thinking, What was I thinking??
D'aron stood back and looked absolutely confused. "Okay....? If I understood that right then it had to do with something with her parents and other then that I don't really know, other then it was her reason for beeing here, not just a blackout..."
May walked back to her room briskly, only to find a new girl unpacking her stuff. Why do they keep changing roomates on me?? she thought.
The skinny blond brushed her shoulder-length hair behind her ear self-consciously at May's arrival, even thought it wasn't really necessary. Her black-and-white striped headband was already keeping her hair out of her eyes. "Oh, hi," she said, then remembered her from the library. The girl sniffed a bit, then looked at May. "Sorry, it's not a cold," the blonde stated. "My allergies were just acting up in the school's garden earlier. You don't have to worry about catching anything." The girl bit her lip, as if remembering something. "So, what's your name?" she asked, forcing a smile. She already knew.
May frowned."Wouldn't you like to know!" she exclaimed as she rushed in and sat on her bed at the opposite side of the room, her back to the girl. She was not very sociable.
"Yeah, whatever," the girl said, taking it in stride. "If we're gonna live together, I suggest you leave the attitude at the door. Unless you like your eyebrows." She waggled her own at the girl, not really serious. She wouldn't really shave off her roommate's eyebrows. She thinks. "Hey, I'm going down to the... cafeteria, whatever they call it here. You want anything?"
May smirked. "If I did, you'd either shove it in my face, or poisen it. Or you'd think up something else crazy to do to it. No, thank you!" She opened her book and started to read, thinking about how rude she was being. What's wrong with me? she thought. This girl and I are going to be in the same room together for at least a year! I need to clean up my act! As the girl started to head out of the door, May said, "My name's May, by the way. Actually, Mayrie June, but people call me May. Anyway, I'd like a coke please." She smiled. And this time, it wasn't forced.
The blonde bit her lip, a little shaken by the sudden mood swings. "Awesome, I'll be back in a bit," she finally decided to reply. She left, failing to give a name. What was the point?
May smiled until the girl was out of the room. Then she colapsed on her bed. The air started to shift above her bed. The outline of a face started to apear. May shut her eyes as tight as she could and hid her face in her pillow. Not now..please not NOW!
D'aron got hungry and though it was eatingtime so he went down to where the food was.
The blonde was already in line by the time D'aron got there. She was chewing on a strand of hair thoughtfully, staring at a pile of goop, wondering if it was really edible or if they were just messing with her. She looked around for the other selections and happened to spot D'aron walking in. Her face immediately went away.
D'aron walked in with a light smile and quickly grabbed a platter and whatelse needed and got over in line.
Reaching out with a spoon, the blonde managed to poke the goop before recoiling. Fortunately, she saw some sandwich-like things further down and moved, hoping to get further away from D'aron.
Derek scowled at his plate. Even more than reading in class, even more than tripping half way across anything, even more than getting a totally wrong power, something was bugging him. That would be the way this absolutely horrendous 'gift', as his sister called it - 'course, she could fly - was affecting him. It made him want to take something and squeeze it and shake it. Except that that wasn't what it made him want to do. No, what it made him want to do was worse. He wanted to clean things.
Take this plate, for example. He had accidentally scoured it as soon as he touched it, and now that it was dirty again, he tiched to clean it. Not necessarily magically. No, soapy water would do, or even a hose, or blowing things off it. All around him, things were half-cleaned, and it was driving him nuts. Why couldn't he have a cool power? Why couldn't he fry things with a glance, rather than - shudders - clean them?
A crashing sound came from a table in the corner of the lunch room. A girl with long, auburn hair stood over the mess, her head hanging down and her eyes staring straight at the floor.
In an effort to get away from D'aron, the blond quickly went to go help the other girl. "Here, lemme help you get that," she said, bending down and picking up a tray. "Um... ew." She held the tray as delicately as possible, but it was covered in food and liquids.
The girl shook her head, coming out of her trance. She stood a moment more, looking confusedly around the lunch room. "Hi," she said in a cheery mood with a bright smile on her face, as if the spilling never happened. Squatting down suddenly, she began to clean up the mess as well, "I'm Lotti."
"Jayne," the blonde replied, putting the tray atop a nearby trashcan, then grabbing some napkins from a table. "It always sucks trying to maneuver around the cafeteria your first day," Jayne comments, nodding at a nearby table. "Anybody trip you? Do I gotta beat anybody up?" She grinned hospitably at the girl.
"No, Jayne," the grin still on Lotti's face, "I threw my tray on the ground." She giggled and wiped a little questionable slosh off her shoe with one of the napkins.
The grin slowly dropped from Jayne's face. "...oh," she finally said, looking down to collect a bit more liquid. Jayne was already angry at her parents, like this was their fault... but did they have to send her to THIS school of crazies? "Ah... can I... ask... why?" Jayne slowly said, halting with extreme hestitaion and resting on the balls of her feet, as though she might need to run at any moment.
"I get these visions." Said Lotti, as she scooped up the remaining mess onto the tray in Jayne's hand, then relieved Jayne of it altogether. She dumped the garbage into the nearest waste bin, set the tray on the counter and brushed her hands together before ultimately wiping them on her jeans, "But I can only see these visions in spilled messes." Lotti cocked her head to the side, wrinkling her nose in a spurt of a smile, "Everyone thinks I'm NUTS, but I don't care. I still have my pudding cup on the table. You want some?"
Derek looked up at the crash, and found his eyes widening in horror. The mess... the awful mess... his fingers itched with the urge to clean it up. But he couldn't! Cleaning was awful, he reminded himself. Mess was good.
But they'd left a smear of something on the ground... Derek glanced furtively around, then stared challengingly at the smear. It disappeared.
Jayne bit her lip. "I think... you've come to the right place," Jayne said, looking around the cafeteria and happening to see a boy staring intently at the ground. She casually glanced to see what he was looking at, but there wasn't anything there. "Yep... You're in the right place." Jayne tilted her head at the girl. "Lemme grab my tray. You want anything else to eat?"
May looked around nervously. What if a face comes out again? she thought. After a few more moments of thinking this, she got up and ran down to the food court, where there would surely be people.
"No, thank you, Jayne." Before letting her rump fall onto the nearest chair, Lotti pulled out a snack sized bag of chips from her pocket. "I always bring a back-up. But I'll hold off the feasting until you get back." She set the bag of chips next to the pudding cup and sat erect in her seat, excited about her new friend.
Jayne grabbed her tray, flipping a sandwich onto it and grabbing two Cokes. On her way back, she passed by the open main door and noticed May approaching. "Hey, didn't think you'd be coming down," Jayne said, holding out the can of soda absently. "If you want, you can grab some food and find me... I'll be over there." Jayne pointed at Lotti.
May blushed and nodded. She hurriedly went to the lunch line and waited for a couple of minutes. She got a bag o' chips and a BLT sandwich. May walked quickly over to an empty seat near Jayne and another girl.
D'aron grabbed some sandwiches and a cup of jello and something to drink then went over to sit by a vacant table.
"What'd you see? Oh, hey, May," Jayne said, interrupting her question to Lotti to greet her roommate. "This is Lotti."
Derek watched the girls warily as he ate. They would spill something more, he was sure; he didn't trust them. Until they did, however, he could return to more character-appropriate thought, and not be distracted. Or fret about what he was going to do if someone asked him about Mysterious Happenings. Which would be tomorrow.
Jayne happened to look up and once again see the strange boy staring-directly at the group. She stuck out her tongue in response.
Derek muttered to himself as he hastily looked away. One of the girls had caught him staring, which he knew was bound to happen. He didn't really want to watch them, anyway; given half a chance, he wouldn't have. But this blasted 'power' he had - well, maybe tomorrow someone would take it away, or change it. Until then, he'd have to endure. And come up with some excuse for why he kept watching them.
May waved. "Nice to meet you, Lotti. I'm Mayrie June, but you can call me May," she said quietly.
"Lotti Dorian," she leaned in and whispered in a loud voice, "But you can call me Lotti." The girl leaned back and smiled. Lotti tilted her head at Jayne, "I saw that I'd meet you."
"Couldn't you have gone against that?" Jayne asked, puzzled. "I mean, if you see the future, couldn't you do something to go against that? Or would the world explode?" Jayne pursed her lips at the thought of paradoxical disasters.
"I'm not sure." Lotti crunched down on a chip in her mouth, "Because then maybe, I was supposed to do something about it, and that was why I saw the vision. Or, maybe fate is set in stone, and all you can do is see the future, and accept it for what it is." Lotti held a chip up with a thoughtful look on her face before gobbling it up, "I go back and forth on that."
May listened while she ate her sandwich."Y'know all those movies where they go back in time and try not to mess everything up? Well, maybe it's like that. Maybe you can change it," May said, pondering this idea.
"Yes well, I hate to say my gift isn't knowing how the future works," said Lotti, peeling back the lid of her pudding cup, "I just see visions."
"Or, every decision we make results in a new universe splitting off, thus solving the thought that divination eliminates free will, and you see one of the universes, one of the paths we might take. Possibly the most likely path, but there are still other options." Jayne took a big bite out of her sandwich. "Ugh... too much mayo. What kind of classes do you two have?"
Lotti sighed briefly, this wasn't the first time her gift was criticized. "Nothing too different from my old school, just the basics: English, Math, Gym...you know." She licked her spoon clean before diving it in again for more pudding.
"I'm in Intensified english and I'm also is Calculus. My parents wouldn't settle for anything less than perfect," May said, grimacing.
"Well, sucks to be you," Jayne said. "I'm probably in more of Lotti's classes... erm." Jayne suddenly remembered that she would probably never see these girls again... at least, in a form they recognized. "Then again, I could be in nobody's class," Jayne said, quietly.
"Well, you've got to be in somebody's class," Lotti slurped the pudding in her spoon, "There's no way you'd be stuck in some room alone." She set down her food and leaned in closer to the two other girls, "I just hope I have a cute guy in my class." Lotti giggled then resumed her eating.
May nodded and frowned. "How could you be in nobody's class?" she asked.
"Erm, I mean..." Jayne frowned a little, biting her lip. "Er, that I'm not in either of your classes... Nobody at this table. Yeah." She adjusted her bandana then took another bite of her sandwich. "Maybe."
"Oh," May said, raising an eyebrow.
A dreamy look was on Lotti's face as she kept her spoon up in the air. At length, she asked in her speech that was slightly quicker than the average person's, "Since we're all sitting at the table eating lunch together...that means we're friends, right?" A hopeful look on Lotti's face replaced the dreamy one.
"I... guess," Jayne said, continuing to bite her lip as it slowly turned red. "I mean... yeah, we're friends." She failed to add, 'You'll probably never see me again,' but Lotti was such a nice girl. And, at the moment, the concept of a friend in her current... condition was too nice to just reject.
"Awesome!" responded Lotti in high voice as she dug back into her pudding. "You know, I haven't really had a friend in years," she continued in her accelerated talking, "I dunno, I think, well at least I'm pretty sure it's because of the vision thing...at first people really like it and keep asking and asking and asking for me to see more, then they start to dwindle once I couldn't tell them the big things and..." then she added in a hushed voice, creating quite the halt on her current topic, "That guy over there's been looking at us. Maybe he has a little crush on one of us!" Lotti giggled and nodded her head in the direction of a blonde haired boy that looked like he could have been a jock...if he were in a normal school. Lotti wiggled her fingers at him, waving.
Jayne absentmindedly looked over at Derek, noticing he was the same guy she had noticed staring at them earlier, but her mind was elsewhere. Lotti had lost friends because of her magical talent, and would Jayne let the same thing happen in her life? She opened her mouth to speak when the loudspeakers in the cafeteria squeaked on. "Jayne Smythe, please report to the Counseling Office immediately," a voice intoned over the loudspeakers. The clamor in the cafeteria died down for a moment before building back up again.
Jayne turned red. "That might be me," she whispered, looking intently at her sandwich. "It's a common name, though. I'll see you guys around." She got up without waiting for a response and shuffled off hurriedly. That was a reminder that she was supposed to meet with some teacher about her... position in the school in order to make things easier for her.
"Oh, bye, Jayne..." Lotti trailed off, surprised by Jayne's sudden leaving. Her glance happened upon her cell phone. "Oh! Oh, I've really got to get going, my class starts in fifteen, and I still don't know where it is!" She began to scoop up her books and various belongings, "My dorm is 6F, if you ever want to hang." She said to May, shouldering her pack. "I really hope to see you again, May." Then she, too, hurried off, in hopes to find her class in time.
D'aron finished the last of his food then got up and went off to find his class.
Well, he wasn't getting any younger. Derek finished his lunch, failed at resisting cleaning the dishes he had used, and left for class.
Kita, very conspicuous in an electric blue tent dress, wandered through the hallway completely lost, hoping she might find someone who knew their way around a little better. She sighed as she rounded a corner. "I know I've seen this corner before!" she complained aloud running her fingers through her bright orange hair in exasperation.
Jayne rounded the corner, a very familiar itching sensation starting up in her nose. She saw the orange-haired Kita just as she started down the hallway. Her eyes widened and she leaped back around the corner, sneezing out of sight. She stood there a minute, suddenly an Asian with long bangs and short rest of her hair... Jayne felt her hair and almost cried. It was her original form, her old self, from before she had started her ability. Jayne slumped against the wall, almost forgetting about her appointment.
Lotti meandered through the hallways, a winkled piece of paper stretched between her two hands. She was incredulously lost, but everyone just looked too busy to bother. "Excuse---Excuse me!" Lotti attempted to inquire a passerby, of whom hardly acknowledged her, and instead of answering, plowed right through, knocking all of Lotti's belongings from her arms. Lotti sighed as she crouched down to the mess on the floor, "Here we go," her palms rested on the floor as she took in the vision from her scattered school things.
D'aron crouched down and helped Lotti pick up her stuff. "Here you go... You seem to be in need of help, am I right?"
Lotti shook her head out of a daze, then looked up into the face of the person helping her. She cocked her head to the side, "Do I...know you?" Lotti began to pick up her things as well, though not removing her gaze from the stranger.
D'aron shrugged. "No idea... I've meet so many new and colourfull people on this place that I'm starting to get dizzy.. But either way then my name is D'aron, nice to meet you." he moved one hand out towards her while the other held the stuff he had picked up for her already.
"Lotti. Glad to meet you if it's the first time, and if it isn't then...I'm glad to meet you again." As she shook his hand, she giggled and bit her lip. "Thank you for helping me, I'm new here and I still haven't really figured this place out yet."
D'aron smiled. "Ah, the same and I am quite new as well.."
Lotti reflected D'aron's smile. "Eventhough you're new...would you know where this room would be?" She offered her schedule to him, her finger pointing at her class.
D'aron nodded. "Yes, it's right down that hall and to the right, you can't miss it... It's the only room down that corridor, it's a small corridor."
"Thanks, D'aron, I hope to see you around." She gathered up her things and walked in the direciton he indicated.
D'aron smiled. "Thank you, the same."
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