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Post by Elsa on Dec 31, 2013 18:26:24 GMT
(ooc: September 4th, dinner time. Open to all.)
There was only so much time Elsa could spend hiding out in the dorms before hunger would get to her. She'd learned this from experience even back at the castle when she'd been isolated from everyone. Back then, though, the servants had been able to bring food to her and she'd even sneak out later at night and retrieve food from the kitchen. Here, though, she had to go out into the open all the time and get whatever it was she wanted with everyone watching. Elsa wasn't sure if she'd be comfortable with the idea, but it wasn't as though she could write a letter to her parents and ask them to send food. That would be ridiculous, and Elsa knew that for a fact. So she resigned herself to actually joining the other students in the lunchroom.
Unlike in the past, though, Elsa actually had some contact with others prior to this particular dinnertime. She'd obviously met with Jack the day before, and she'd encountered Anna after classes that day at the dorm area, so some part of her had the vain hope that she'd either encounter Jack again or possibly her sister. On the other hand, though, she could have potentially run into other students entirely. Somehow, though, Elsa was praying that this wouldn't be the case. Meeting new people in the lunchroom just kind of struck her as an odd sort of thing, and holding a conversation with the usual trimmings of 'What's your name? Where are you from? etc' seemed awkward. So, Elsa steadfastly hoped she wouldn't have to divulge in an awkward conversation just yet.
At the moment, the crown princess' tray had a couple of plates of food, the necessary utensils, and a glass containing a drink set on it. Gloved hands made it a bit more difficult to keep her grip on the tray, but Elsa had never been one to complain about such things. In fact, she was remaining as stoic as always about the whole thing. She walked with the usual air of regality about her as she made her way over to a table toward the back and tried not to look around at the other students. The last thing Elsa wanted to do was attract attention to herself by looking at someone the wrong way. On the other hand, though, she imagined someone might notice her in general. But what were the odds of that? For all she knew the other students could very well leave her alone in favor of spending time with students they actually knew.
She could see the table she wanted just ahead of her. As long as no one stopped her, she figured she'd get there just fine and it would be yet another boring dinner by herself.
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Post by Kevin Ford "Wither" on Dec 31, 2013 20:32:22 GMT
Elsa would never realize how much in common she had with the boy who was unknowingly heading towards the same table as her. His head was dipped, iPhone headphones in his ears listening to some Eminem song full blast. It was how he shut everyone out. Well that and his art. The tray in his hand held a pile of mashed potatoes, some fried chicken and greens. Southern cuisine at its best. Something his dad would make. His green eyes fluttered downwards as he walked towards the table, gloves gripping the tray.
He was used to sitting alone now.
His head lifted slightly, seeing Elsa out of the corner of his eye. Gosh, she was beautiful. He shook his head and focused on the lyrics, gritting his teeth. Don't think those thoughts, why bother, she wouldn't notice you anyway death touch boy. You've killed people.
He placed the tray down and sat in front of it. Pulling out a sketchbook from his bag he absentmindedly started sketching. In the back of his mind, the part he hated, wished Elsa would sit with him.
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Post by Mirajane on Dec 31, 2013 21:21:42 GMT
Mirajane entered the cafeteria with a smile on her face. She had decided to explore the school without much thinking. Figuring she would at least get to know some of her patients through interaction. Sure, the files she had told her what she needed to know but meeting them was much better for her. Though since she was not in uniform, it made sense for students to guess she was a teacher, not a student.
Shaking her head, she gathered a simple amount of food on the tray before turning to find a place to sit. One girl seemed very stressed by the whole ordeal. Mira had recognized her face from the file but the name was escaping her. Blue eyes followed to another lad sitting alone. This, caused her to tilt her head in confusion. Why was he alone?
"Are you alright?" Mira asked Elsa gently before smiling. "There is a seat over there with that boy, prehaps we can sit there?"
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Post by Elsa on Dec 31, 2013 21:24:16 GMT
Elsa was snapped out of her thoughts upon hearing Mirajane's voice. She stopped for a moment and looked the nurse's way, completely missing the fact that Kevin was heading for the same table she'd been looking toward, and nodded a little in answer to her question. Of course, her answer wasn't entirely the truth. Elsa was still having to adjust to actually spending time in the presence of others, but the nurse didn't need to know that. Not yet.
"I'm all right. Thank you for your concern, ma'am. I was just about to sit down at that table, and..."
She stopped as she glanced back at the table she'd been heading for and spotted Kevin there.
In truth, Elsa hadn't even noticed Kevin approaching the same table as her until he'd seated himself. It was much too late to turn back now, as she was close enough to set her tray down, and she felt it would be rude to do so anyway. Even if she was used to shutting people out to protect them, Elsa didn't want to just abandon this boy. So, with the voice in the back of her mind screaming for her to not do it, Elsa set her tray down on the table and seated herself in front of it. That was when her gaze trailed over to the sketchbook Kevin was working in and interest sparked in her blue eyes.
So he's an artist...
Elsa partially opened her mouth to ask what he was drawing, but she closed it again and decided to drop the topic. Artists could be touchy, couldn't they? She was sure he wouldn't like her poking her nose into his art in the first place. At the same time, though, she was curious. Elsa had never known an artist, to her knowledge, and she was interested in seeing whatever it was he was sketching. So, plucking up her courage, she decided to ask. ...Assuming he could hear her with his music playing.
"Excuse me. I hate to interrupt, but if you don't mind my asking... What are you drawing?"
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Post by Kevin Ford "Wither" on Dec 31, 2013 21:33:50 GMT
He didn't even notice her sit until he heard the muffled voice. He looked up at her ice blue orbs and removed the earbuds from his ears. His lips parted. Was she...talking to him? He had to stop himself. This wasn't Xavier's. Everyone didn't know everyone's business. Everyone didn't know everyone's powers. His green orbs spotted the teacher before he turned back to Elsa. Truth be told the drawing was just a sketch. Something he wanted to make if he could find the materials. It was a silver tower he'd probably be making out of junk and nonsense.
"Oh just...doodles," he said, tapping the paper beneath him with the pencil, "I'm not much of a drawer." He glanced gently at her hands, eyes flashing wide. Gloves. Just like...Kevin, shut up.
His lips parted again slightly before he pushed back his brown hair. "My name's Kevin," he said, "What's yours?"
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Post by Mirajane on Jan 1, 2014 8:05:51 GMT
Mirajane had nodded at Elsa's answer. Not going to push into it anymore. She didn't want to seem pushy, however, she also didn't want to sit alone. the white haired girl decided to join Elsa and the boy who's name was Kevin. "I hope its okay that I join you two." she said with a smile. Most of them reminded her of her guild's members. Elsa had a very interesting but graceful air around her, much like Juvia, and Kevin. Well, she wasn't sure just who Kevin reminded her of.
"For just doodles, they are very good."
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Post by Elsa on Jan 1, 2014 8:33:55 GMT
"It's better than what I could do," Elsa admitted. She'd never really taken an interest in furthering her artistic skills after the incident leading to her isolation, and seeing someone who could do something with such skill, even if it was just a doodle as he'd called it, did interest her. At last, though, he introduced himself. Elsa could at least navigate this conversation more comfortably since they had made a little bit of smalltalk beforehand. It seemed that, for once, the crown princess was actually fairly at ease. There was still the chance she might blow it somehow, which was fairly unlikely at the moment, but Elsa felt comfortable enough to carry on.
"It's Elsa," she answered. She was about to extend a gloved hand to his, but she stopped herself when Mirajane spoke up again. Drawing her hand back again out of habit, Elsa looked to the nurse and nodded a little. Speaking for herself, Elsa had no qualms with Mirajane joining them. She seemed nice enough.
"No, go ahead. I don't mind at all," she said. Deep down she was beginning to feel a little uneasy again, but as long as nothing triggered her powers she seemed like she would be okay. As long as she remained calm, it seemed, everything would be okay. As soon as she'd finished speaking, Elsa took notice of the dark blue accessories Kevin was sporting with his uniform. Internally, she wished to kick herself for only just noticing. How many members of the water circle had she missed out on meeting because of her tendency to isolate herself as much as she could? Well, there was no sense in dwelling on it. Now she had the opportunity to correct this error.
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Post by Mirajane on Jan 1, 2014 18:33:55 GMT
Mirajane hadn't even thought about her name. Then again, she should have introduced herself right away. It wasn't like the guild where everyone knew her name. Her blue eyes wandered around the room before turning back to her food. "I'm Mirajane, you can call me Mira or Mirajane, it doesn't matter." She was thankful that Elsa hadn't turned her away to take a seat.
The white haired girl pushed her hair out of her face before starting to eat. Any other student would have probably turned her away. She knew that there were cliques. But looking at the graceful girl and the loner boy at the table, she somehow knew that they weren't part of any of the cliques
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Post by Kevin Ford "Wither" on Jan 2, 2014 5:44:15 GMT
Kevin was staring rather blankly at her gloved hands. The way she pulled back, the way she looked at his hand. Was it possible she too suffered from some mutation that kept her from touching the outside world? From having skin to skin contact? His green orbs turned to the young teacher. He nodded, still peering at her gloves out of the corner of his eyes. "Nice to meet you," he said, "And they aren't that great. I'm not so much a paper and pen artist."
He couldn't stop staring. Gloves. He rubbed his own synthetic gloves out of instinct. "Guess we're...ah...in the same circle, huh?" He whistled, "Water." He shrugged, lifting the fork after putting the pencil down.
How was he supposed to ask her? Do you have powers? Do you KILL people too?
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Post by Elsa on Jan 3, 2014 18:58:29 GMT
"It's nice to meet you," she said, nodding politely to Mirajane after a moment and returning her attention to Kevin. His comment did get a kind of laugh and a slight smile out of her.
"Yes... I seem to have a habit of missing just who's in our circle," Elsa admitted. It might have sounded stupid, but it was the truth. Elsa had gone so far out of her way to avoid interacting with the others in her circle that she didn't know who the majority of them were. She'd gotten a glimpse of a purple unicorn, and she'd met up with her sister, but otherwise Elsa had no idea who was in her circle. Pitiful? Probably so, but it hadn't been a harm to her yet. Elsa kind of didn't mind it, though she did wish she knew more about who was in her circle. If only she wasn't grounded by such fear... Wait.
...His gaze was on her gloves.
For a beat, Elsa's breath caught in her throat and she tensed slightly. Kevin was focusing on her gloves, which meant one thing in her mind. He probably wanted to know why she wore those damn gloves. If it wasn't for her younger self having a hard time with her powers, maybe she wouldn't need them. But her father had thought it best.
"Conceal it, don't feel it. Don't let it show," he'd said. Well, Elsa was still stuck on that even with her father safe back in Arendelle with her mother.
At length, a sigh escaped her as she glanced to Kevin's own gloves. ...Why did he wear them, too? Did he have a power he'd been told to conceal? Well, whatever the reason, Elsa didn't necessarily want to ask. She was uncomfortable about the reasoning behind wearing her own gloves, and so she imagined Kevin might be uncomfortable as well. Besides, the topic of conversation was looking to shift to her gloves. Not Kevin's.
"...There's a reason I wear these," Elsa said. She cast a quick glance around, mostly to make sure no one she didn't want to hear what she might say was around, and when she discovered that Anna wasn't present she felt safe to proceed. Just to be extra safe, though, Elsa wanted to make sure the two wouldn't tell anyone.
"I could tell you, but... I must ask that you not tell anyone. Please."
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Post by Mirajane on Jan 3, 2014 19:06:24 GMT
Mira blinked before carefully lowering her fork down on her plate and looking at Elsa once more. So, there was secrets that everyone had. She had a dark secret as well. One that she never used anymore but in a way, the nurse could understand what Elsa had gone through. Giving a very gentle smile, she nodded at Elsa
"Your secret is safe with me." she said, it might not have looked like but her eyes were serious and if it was one thing that Mirajane did, it was always keep a promise. She would never reveal a secret if it was important to a person and judging by Elsa's tone of voice, this secret was very important.
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