Knights of the Tarots!

Michishige Sachiko

Michishige Sachiko

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It's a bright early weekday morning as you wake up and get about your busy day. Most of the students waking up today would be tired, as the night before everyone had been out to watch the most brilliant meteor shower to ever show across the city of Chicago. The areas surrounding Chicago where the lights wouldn't be so distracting were filled with students, their teachers and parents as the chaperons. The show had lasted for almost an hour, it had been spectacular, lights shooting across the blackened sky in a dazzling display. It had also caused quite a stir; as about over halfway into the shower, in plain view of the naked eye, a bright light shifted from within the sky and head straight towards the city. People had freaked out, but right as it passed over the city the meteor seemed to burst into several different shapes and each had flung off into various directions. The next day news reporters had been a flurry with talking about the phenomenon and it's still causing a ruckus around the world as people try to figure out what exactly happened.


And so the story begins...
 
A cramped room. Artwork hung from each wall, passable imitations of various great artworks, to be honest, obvious reproductions however. The colour a little off here and there, but then, he didn't have the facilities to make perfect copies, and truth be told, didn't want it getting around how good he was, either. He spent a lot of his spare time on his artwork, his own personal as well as his reproductions. Thomas wouldn't admit it, but it was good practice for what he hoped to do with his life. Drawing comics. That was the rest of his room. Various comics, all perfectly preserved at mint condition. Hardcover collections he read, those wouldn't be worth as much as the rest of his collection.


The show the night before had been worth seeing, however. He quite enjoyed whichever smartarse had set off the fireworks to make it look like a meteor. Everyone had had their own opinion of what it actually had been, but that was his.


"Sure, getting ready now."


"What?"


"I said I'm getting ready now, mom."


"I didn't tell you to."


Great, he was hearing things. Maybe his mother was right, the overactive imagination was going to be his downfall or his salvation. He would pull his bag over his shoulder, dressed neatly, as always. He would walk out onto the street, yawning as he moved, his head tilting every so often. He felt watched. He knew the feeling well, and had learned to trust his paranoid tendencies. He figured it was just his parole officer. The guy did that on occasion It irritated him, as if he didn't have enough problems being a changed man. Of course it could be an old friend after him, but they would make themselves known in their own, bloody ways.


All in all, not the best morning. He blinked at the sound of distant voices, sighing faintly. He found himself a quiet corner, taking out his book and starting to sketch out what he remembered from the display the night before.
 
((OOC: Ret-conning something. The meteor shower didn't take place the night before, it took place over the weekend so it's been a day or two. Sorry for the inconvenience. I changed my mind.))


"Aldaaaa! It's time to get uuuup~! I made breeeaakfaaaaast!"


The sound of a loud irritating voice, caused the young girl's face to scrunch up a bit before her eyes slid open. She stared up at the ceiling with a groggy expression on her face; obviously still tired and not ready to wake up. After a moment though, she pushed herself upward wincing as she did so. Looking down she stared at her exposed waist, taking in the sight of bandages wrapped around herself. The girl's name was Alda Vito; she had a thin very pale frame and she was a bit on the short side. Her eyes were a vivid blue color and her hair was long and very black.





"Alda! Are you up yet!?"





A frown marred the girl's face as she heard the other voice shouting at her. Slowly Alda moved to slide out of the hard, slightly uncomfortable bed to make her way slowly to where the voice had come from.


"Will you stop shouting? You irritate me enough just by speaking normally." The girl snapped at the tall woman who was standing in the kitchen with an apron tied crookedly on. Alda looked about and raised an eyebrow at the state of the kitchen. "You expect me to eat off the floor and walls?"


"Eh? Why would I make you do that?"


"... Because it looks like that's where all the food landed, did you even get a third of it onto a plate?"


"Stop complaining! I made this out of the kindness of my heart and you better eat it!" The older woman snapped out, clearly peeved at having her cooking style insulted so. She was a tall woman, vivacious and curvy, with full assets and the brightest red hair that anyone has ever seen. It almost didn't look natural. "Hurry up and eat, it'll only be a few minutes before you have to go."


With a slight grumble, Alda moved to sit down at one of the kitchen tables, wincing as she moved her side. "Why do I have to go again?"


"Because that's what children your age do! They go to school! Surely you haven't forgotten already?"


"No... I just don't see the point." Alda bit out sharply, eyes glinting with agitation but she reigned it in. The girl poked a fork at the sludge that filled her plate, idly wondered what in the hells had possessed the woman to try and cook when she was no good at it. She also wondered if this thing was even edible... It certainly didn't look so. Taking a peek in her peripheral vision, she noticed the older woman turn around and quickly Alda tossed a good chuck of the food onto the wall nearest her. After all there was already ample amounts of the sludge coating the walls so it wasn't like the woman would be able to tell the difference.


"I'm done... I'll be getting ready now." Quickly she hurried back to the room where she'd been sleeping, trying to escape the woman's clutches before the crazed cook tried to shove more food down her throat. Hopefully she'd be able to last until lunch with not having eaten anything. Surely it would be alright.


"That was fast..."
 
Mercy had woken up a while ago, but despite that fact she was still lying in bed, trying to wake up. The fact that she stayed up to watch a movie, against her better judgement, was what was keeping her there. The temptation to lie to her brother Florence was ebbing onto her, she could tell him she wasn’t feeling well and stay home. Due to rarity of occurrence, or maybe a sweet side on her brother’s behalf, he would believe her and she’d get to nap.


Unfortunately, her conscious seemed to ring in her ear as an alarm clock of sorts and she got herself out of her bed. The girl then padded her way to the washroom, where she showered herself off and dried, getting into her uniform. After straightening her hair, she made her way down stairs, where both her brothers seemed to be getting ready for their day. Quickly she made her way to the fridge, where she handed Jacob his lunch before hugging her older brother and leaving for the day.


Mercy would have to walk Jacob to school before heading off to her own private school, but she was used to it by now. It was a routine, and she felt comfortable living in a set schedule for once; Jacob was still talking about the meteor shower though. Although it did only happen a few days ago, the boy sure could talk about it a lot, mentioning the meteor at the end the most. The maroon-haired girl knew all too well of when the meteor split off and flung off in separate direction; for a moment that night she thought a piece was heading straight for her…
 
The waves crept closer and closer, about to enclose Tressa in. For no matter how fast she tried to run, it seemed she couldn't move more than an inch in this water, as if the liquid held her down. Soon a big wave would take her and she could do nothing of it. Even the birds felt it, calling out in that high pitched voice-





Consciousness came to Tressa soon enough and she groggily reached for her phone to shut off the alarm. Knocking it off her dresser she mumbled a curse and shifted half her weight to the floor in pursuit of the noisy bugger. Two clicks later she would sigh and roll the rest of the way off the bed. Monday already? She stretched out her sore limbs and tried to recall her dream. All she could recall was water, almost drowning? Perhaps she was better off not knowing, her dreams never made sense to her anyway. Before she knew it her phone was beeping at her again “I get it I get it, damn didn't I set you to a ring tone anyway?” she complained to the cell, knowing full well her words were unheard.





Going about her morning routine, Tressa woke up and prepared for school. Mondays were always the worst, the first day of getting back after a weekend of being able to sleep in and do as she wished. She didn't hate school entirely, she knew education was important, but hell if she would enjoy Mondays. Checking herself in the mirror one last time and making sure her clothes looked crisp and her hair somewhat in check she made her way downstairs. Not so surprisingly it was quiet, wondering to herself if her parents were even home she grabbed a pack of pop-tarts and ran out the door. Monday or not she refused to be late for school.
 
Diana opened her eyes slowly as her alarm clock went off. The day had begun and it was time for school. Diana listened for a moment tot he bustling of her househiold, before getting up. She stretched before sliding out of her bed.


She was looking forward to the school day unlike some. She had worked hard to remain a grade ahead of those her age. It was hard when she was in third and not second, but now it was like she had always progressed at a normal pace. But if she slipped, she felt her parents would not take kindly to it. Diana loved her parents but she didn't want to get another lecture about how she managed to skip a grade and how she shouldn't slack. Diana thought she did fine and it was quite some time ago too.


Diana dressed, humming to herself softly. Her mind went to the events over the weekend. The meteor shower. It was amazing and Diana wished she could have capture the whole thing in some way inside of just in her mind. It would eventually fade from it and Diana would have liked a keepsake from the event.


"Di you up?"


"Yes mother! I'll be down soon."


Diana finished pulling on her boots and then grabbed her backpack as she headed into the kitchen. She grabbed some toast, drank some orange juice and was out the door.
 
The crash wasn’t so bad, sure it left a few sore spots due t him being bumped around so much, but no broken bones. “Thanks” He seemed to say to no one around for probably the hundred times, ever so grateful that he survived. It gave a new lease on life in ways, and now he had a new place to live. The crash itself might have bumped his head a touch too much though because he seemed . . . not right in many ways now.


A chuckle and Quinn just went on his way, trying to find out who he was . . . trying to remember what was going on. Not sure what the dread was in the back of his mind. “Yes it matters!” Once more he seemed to be talking to himself as he found his way into a central park of sorts. The beauty of the trees and flowers distracted him from the troubling issues at hand and whatever he managed to be talking too. The fountain bringing a smile to his face, and sooner or later after roaming he knew this area would be his new home.


Sleeping outside wasn’t so bad in fact he quiet enjoyed it. The little kids calling him the crazy man merely got him to laugh and giggle. The weird stares people gave him he seemed to be used to as if he got stares like that all his life in one way or another. Pointing fingers, laughter, he actually loved the attention and for some reason it made him feel much more welcomed.


It was these guys in all one color suits that had black belts and flashed gold stars his ways that annoyed him. Saying he couldn’t stay in certain places too long. They shooed him away often. Some of them even started to know him by his name, how odd. They offered some sort of soup home and homeless shelter but he found no needs for such things . . . the park was well enough. If he ever got hungry there were always there black barrow shaped things as well that others tossed food in that they didn’t want. Then there was times in which money was even handed to him and he could trade it for foods of his choice when he felt like it. Yes . . . this place was his favorite.
 
A sigh escaped Alda as she made her way down the street towards the school that she was apparently supposed to be starting today. She still wasn't pleased with the idea, but she could deal with it. She stayed quiet as she walked down the street, occasionally glancing around herself taking in the sights of this city. The girl remained quiet, not saying a word as she walked. Her thoughts were heavy, especially with how a frown seemed to be permanently plastered to her lips.


When she came to a corner, Alda came to a stop narrowing her eyes as she realized she didn't know which way to go. Reaching into her pocket, the young girl pulled a piece of paper on it that her roommate had given her. Upon the paper was a list of instructions for how to get to the school and when she read the notes carefully, a frustrated sound left her throat... She'd already taken a wrong turn! Now she'd have to go back and figure out where she'd gotten lost.





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As Thomas Wester left his room, he didn't notice something. Stuck between the slight crack between his window and the sill beneath, was a card... It fluttering a bit with the wind but merely driven in further instead of being swept away.





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[MENTION=10]Kagura[/MENTION], [MENTION=2372]Alexina[/MENTION], [MENTION=1872]Legendless[/MENTION], [MENTION=2373]AlwaysChaos[/MENTION], [MENTION=2424]ErisianDialects[/MENTION], [MENTION=1862]Gemini[/MENTION]


((Author's Note: Sorry guys, should have included this when I first posted but I didn't think about it. This part is hopefully going to be the slowest portion. Just have your characters go about their normal lives as they usually do. Nothing out of the ordinary~ =3 And for anyone who may be concerned, this isn't a school RP. So while your characters attend school, it's just going to be a common ground for where all our characters can meet and interact if they so choose. Actual classes won't be RPed, but if you guys want you can come up with assignments that could have been given to complicate things for your characters lol.))


 
As Jacob was dropped off at school, Mercy headed for her own school, Saint Mary’s School, where the girl’s seemed all the more catty when stuck with each other. It didn’t help that the social cliques still existed and Mercy still remained an outcast with a weird name and a mysterious past. Nobody was particularly picking on her though, so she remained in the school, as she was used to being the social outcast.


Today was different though, when Mercy had arrived at the designated classroom a girl she hadn’t known was sitting in her spot. The teacher had set her with a hushed whisper to the principle, but she heard the slight laughter behind her as she left the classroom. Slightly confused, she hurriedly along to principal Stevens who told her with a grim face that her parents hadn’t the funds anymore for the school.


Mercy would be transferring…


So the girl was forced to walk back to the classroom, a walk she was all too familiar with as she grabbed her stuff and head out the door. The transfer had been in progress and she hadn’t heard a word about it; slightly upsetting to the girl as her life was once again uprooted without notice. Mercy thought she had escaped her parent’s grasps when Florence had taken on head of the house. That still wasn’t the case now, as she was transferred to a public school in the middle of the year.


Still wearing her old school’s uniform, she entered the gates, hurriedly wiping the stray tears away as she entered the building. They’d probably know something about the incident at the school’s registrar… which judging by her knowledge of school’s was probably somewhere around her.
 
When the alarm quietly clicked over to a country station, Hannah glanced at it with a frown and rolled over to turn it off. Flipping back onto her other side she went back to the book she had been reading, the soft yellow glow of a happy bulb creating a bubble of light for her to see by. She had just finished the chapter and slid her bookmark into place when a sharp two tap knock sounded out from her door. “Hannah, are you awake?”


“Yes, ma’am,” she answered in a raspy voice, sitting up as she pushed the sheet aside. Her bare legs bore an uneven summer tan, an unfair spread of freckles and a number of bruise splotches that she no longer knew nor cared the origins of.


“Shower’s free and there’s croissants on the table.” For a slight woman, Mrs. Matos had a heavy walk that would embarrass an elephant as she stomp-stomp-stomped away from the door, down the hall and down the stairs where a sharp tapping echo was added from the uncovered tile.


Ignoring this, Hannah freshened up and returned to her room to dress, tugging open the curtains over her north facing window once she was covered. In the same moment, her door was thrown open and the boy standing there didn’t even rise to her chest at his full height, nor could he fill the doorway with his arms stretched out to grip the frame. “Hannah, can I have your croissants?”


Stretching the moment and giving him a considering glance, Hannah turned away to gather her school things before answering. “No.”


Kyle stamped his foot and crossed his arms, losing even more presence in his sullen stance. “Why not? I’m hungry! I asked nicely!”


“Have an apple.” Nudging by crowding his space and one bump with her hip, she got him out of the way and shut her door behind them.


“Hannah. Haaannaaahhh. Hannah! HANNAH!” His whining didn’t bother her in the least as she ushered him down to the kitchen where their mother wrangled him into getting his shoes on. “Hannah where are you going?” he demanded when she sidled towards the door.


“School,” she answered with a vague smile and a wave to her mother. “See you later.” She left the croissants untouched on the table.


 
Diana ate the toast as she walked the familiar path to school. She always liked walking to school. She had practically begged to walk during the middle of middle school. Her parents didn't like the idea very much of their daughter walking all by herself. They agreed to walk with her or at least some of the way to make sure that she would not be kidnapped or something. Diana always felt that it was silly, but she never argued. She was just glad to know her parents cared.


But high school was different and they let her walk to school despite being young. Diana didn't think she was that young. Sure she was a year younger than her class after skipping back in elementary school, but it was only a year. To her it wasn't that big a deal although it was weird when it first happened.


Diana got to the school and scanned the area for any of her friends. The blonde paused as she noticed someone there. Someone who didn't look quite like she belonged. For one thing she was wearing a uniform or that was what Diana guessed. But it was a public school and uniforms weren't required. Also Diana had not seen her, though the school was kind of big as well. She also didn't seem like she was happy to be here.


Being the friendly person that she was she walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.


"Hello," she said in a cheery voice. "Are you new here?"
 
Mercy’s search for the front office was cut short when somebody tapped at her shoulder, making her turn to face the other girl. Help had seemed to arrive in the form of this girl with short, light hair as she greeted her and asked her the obvious. “Ah, yes…Can you show me where the office is?” she wonders, looking hopeful to the girl. Maybe if she was lucky enough she would know where Mercy’s class was too… “Oh, I’m Mercy Shaw by the way.” She introduces herself in hopes to get the other’s name, realizing too late that she probably wouldn’t be talking to the girl again. Usually after introductions were done she stayed away from human contact; people often found her nosy, and more of a worry-wart.
 
Diana beamed at the new girl. She thought she hadn't seen her around before. She nodded fervently at her question. So she could help after all. Not that not knowing where it was would probably stop her. Diana would probably have searched with her if she didn't know herself. But as a sophomore, she of course knew the place.


"I am Diana Driscoll," she said to the girl, Mercy. She liked her name. It was unique and Diana always liked meeting people with weird or odd names. They always seemed to be great people. "So what brings you to the school? Just moved here?" Diana knew she was being nosy, but she was curious. She lead the way to the office as she talked, sometimes waving at a few people. "It's a pretty good school. I'm sure you'll do fine here."
 
A frown was still pulled across Alda's lips as she finally made her way onto the school grounds. After several minutes of being lost, she'd finally found her way and was now standing in front of the main school building. She stayed still; her head tilted up to examine it's structure before her eyes turned back down and began to make calculated sweeps across the grounds themselves. There was a tenseness that stayed within her being, even if she was a supposedly 'safe' place... One could never be too careful.


Upon deciding that the area around her was safe enough, she strode forward confidently towards the stairs that led up into the school. Her long black hair floating along the breeze behind her, while some of her bangs dipped down into her facial features. Alda's posture was straight and her gait was strong. She walked with a calm grace and without any sign that beneath her clothes an injury was hurting her quite consistently. There was hardly any expression on her face, save for a cool collected one. The young woman was new here, but she didn't look nervous or worried at all what the other students of this place might think of her.


This is ridiculous... I don't even know why I'm here. Alda thought to herself, resisting the urge to sigh with frustration at having been manhandled into coming to this place.
 
Although she booked it out of the house, Hannah took up a casual, long-legged pace at the end of the street; her first section of the day was without a class, and her good academic standing meant her free time was actually free. Sleeping in didn’t really appeal to her, though, and neither did hanging around at the house with her mother and younger brother, so taking her time going to school was just as well spent. Some days she took a bus or a train, but walking was more direct when she was in a hurry. Mostly she only wandered in the right direction.


Today the park looked especially good, crisp and green in the last grasp of a summer morning, but the day was still warming up and the grass was still dewy. It was on the early side of the morning, but joggers and bikers were already passing through and there were groups of kids moving around, exploring the park with nannies or caretakers. Hannah’s gaze moved around behind her dark shades, aware of anyone moving around her, but mostly a glance was enough to recognize another person and see what they were doing.


Seeing someone riffling through a trash bin made her pause and then she came to a full stop, tipping her head curiously. At first she thought they must have been looking for something, but then she realized they were maybe picking at food. There were tears in their ratty sweater that showed off a bony spine. Hannah didn’t spend much more time thinking about this than she did about leaving the croissants for Kyle.


Back tracking a few yards, Hannah found the head of a divergent path and a vendor nearly done setting up there. Ordering in a quick, low voice, she waited with her arms crossed and avoided touching the man as she paid and took the food. When she returned to her original spot, the person was still by the can, though half-turned and talking to apparently no one. Even as she got closer she couldn’t get a clear view of the face to see if it was a man or a woman, but they were slim enough that she wasn’t worried.


“Here,” she greeted in a voice as scratchy as ever, holding out a foam cup and a paper bowl with steaming rounds of dough dusted with powdered sugar. “Are you cold?” She couldn’t imagine the sweater was good for much in anything less than 75 degrees.


 
Quinn would shuffle through the trash sure but eat directly out of the buckets was rude even for him. At most he might see him gathered a few bits of moldy or who knows what of food on a piece of news paper before going to sit on a bench to eat it. “Yes yes I know.” He said seemingly to himself only to laugh some shaken his head. “Don’t hold it against them too much, they don’t know all the details yet.”


It was when she approached him that he paused going silent and shocked at her gesture. A kind smile lifting across his face as he seemed overly trusting in ways. Then his hands moved only slightly trembling in the cold as he reached out to take the offering. “Thank you.” He frowned looking to the sky then to the right at him as if protesting with someone. “No, that won’t do at all.” He sighed only to shake his head once more.


When she spoke to him again he seemed flabbergasted that she was even still there. The talk of being cold and he merely gave her a questioning look. “Is that why I’m shivering so much . . . yes . . . I actually think I’m very cold. I wasn’t for while here but . . . when the green started to fade I seem to have grown . . . cold.” He frowned once more looking up then to his side. “Well I know that NOW that you told me . . . but you know you could have told me sooner. No if you want to tell her that you have to do it yourself. What do you mean she can’t hear you? You’re obviously loud enough to hear if I can hear you.”
 
Hannah let her arms fall to her sides when he—he sounded pretty male, in the end—took the food and drink. She nodded to his thanks and seemed nearly forgotten when he acted as if there was another person there. Then he seemed to realize she was still standing by and looked at her quizzically. His response was disjointed but it seemed to be on point before he drifted off again. Hannah assumed he was talking about her, but wasn’t certain enough to ask him. Focusing instead on what seemed especially relevant to her, she asked, “Do you need a coat?”


The day wasn’t especially cold, and would probably warm up nicely as the sun burned the dampness out of the air, but there was still a brisk chill wind. To Hannah’s eyes, as little body fat as was visible on the man meant even such a mild morning probably bit to the bone. Listening to his further rambles, some conflict seemed apparent to her and she brought her arms up to loosely fold over her torso. “May I ask your name?”


Hannah was not afraid of what he might do or try to do if there was more deviousness than what was apparent. It wasn’t exactly a habit for her to stop and fork over to homeless or desperate looking people she saw on the street. Her mother often called it whimsy when she did do such things. Hannah didn’t call it anything, but responding to her instincts, even when they didn’t always make sense. A name would be good, though, if she had to run for an authority.


 
“Ah…I got transferred” Mercy admitted what brought her here, but left out the details of her parents cutting off her tuition. There was no need to let a stranger in on her problems, especially when Mercy could take care of it herself. The girl was leading her to the office, and waving at a few passer-byers, it seemed like she got one of the popular ones. Then she complimented the school, probably in hopes to make Mercy more comfortable.


There was something that had her a little weary of her surroundings, and that was the male population that strolled the halls. Mercy’s only male encounters were with her brothers who, the elder of which, warned her what boys were really like. After that she had asked to be put into an all-female private school, this was her first time she was in such proximity with boys.


When they got to the office, she thanked Diana and approached the front desk, telling the secretary who she was. Papers were sorted and handed to her, and she idly looked at each as the secretary explained them to her. Eventually she got her schedule and homeroom number, 2-C, before she was sent on her way with a smile. Mercy looked at the papers with somewhat confusion then looked back to Diana, hoping for help.
 
Diana was now bursting with even more questions. Why did she get transfer? Where did she transfer from? Was it better there than it was here? Well maybe not that last question. Diana would love to know that too, but Mercy had just started here. Still it was hard to not ask a bunch of questions. Still she had time to bother her later about it all. She just hoped that she wouldn't get too bothered today. Transfer and new students were rare. So of course everyone would be wondering about her.


"Oh that's cool. I'm sure this school will be just as good as your old one," Diana said, sounding very sure of herself. Of course she did well at the school herself. So why wouldn't she expect the same for Mercy? She did not notice either Mercy's looks towards the guys. If she had, she might have asked about it, finally not being able to talk no questions.


Diana waited outside the office. She had a feeling that if Mercy did not know where it was, then she'd probably need more help to get around. She chatted shortly with one of her friends. She smiled as Mercy looked at her. She then looked at her watch.


"We have time. I can show you around. Let me look at your schedule." She extended a hand for the new girl to put the paper in.
 
Quinn was brought back to Hannah’s attention once more by her words, looking at her fully baffled by her kindness. “Wouldn’t that be too much?” He glanced around the park as if expecting one of those uniform wearing bullies to come and kick him out of his home again. “Is that what keeps you warm? A coat? If it is I would like one, I don’t know if I would need one, I would like though.” A pause and a chuckle and he glanced up and to his right once more. “Digging a hole to stay warm . . . also a roof . . . I could do that.”


When asked for a name Quinn glanced to her confused, before actually looking down almost ashamed. “Well . . . I’m called many things, bum, idiot, smelly, loon, stupid, fool, idiot . . .” He glanced once more to a right as a gentle smile crossed his face. “Is that so, is that really what was meant? I like that a lot better than all the others; okay I’ll tell her that one. Is it really okay for me to use it? Thank you!” His eyes went up to try to catch the child’s after that his face holding a great calm and kindness. “It seems my friend when they were alive called me Harlequin . . . Quinn for short. I would very much like that to be my name if that’s okay.” Frowning he glanced to his right again. “I KNOW you said it was okay . . . but . . . shouldn’t others think it’s okay as well before I use it?”


His eyes finally shifted back to her, smile regaining due to all her kindness. “Do you have a name? or something others like to call you? That is all a name is right? It’s just something people like to call others . . . a title so you don’t confuse each other with ‘hey you’.”
 
The man seemed to have a lot to say but not as much of a need to make sense while doing it. Or it sounded like that at first in the tumble that it came out, but as Hannah let it roll over her and listened for the change between her and his invisible companion it was simpler to follow. She let the silence linger for a few seconds after his final pause, just to make sure he had actually stopped.


“Hannah,” she replied simply in contrast to his ramble. “And Quinn is okay.”


Taking a brief thought once again to how much it would irritate her mother and smiling faintly at the prospect, Hannah let her messenger bag slide to the ground and stepped on the strap to keep it from spiriting off. Then she took off her own jacket, which was too large even for her frame and would probably overwhelm the man’s slight frame. “This was a gift from my step-father, to be given as a gift in turn,” she told him, holding it out. The outer shell was worn, pliant denim, but it was thickly quilted on the inside and the thick blue sleeves were cotton on the outside. “The zipper’s broken, but the snaps work, and there’s an interior pocket which is good for hiding things.”


She didn’t know why it seemed useful to mention that, but she did so anyway. She had more jackets than she’d ever need, so she wasn’t regretful at all about giving this one up. “It’s still warm.”


 
A frown continued to tug at Alda's lips as she tried to figure out where to go while here at this school. The structure was unfamiliar to her and so she had no idea where she was going. The crowd of other students milling about was no help either. From what she could see most of them weren't really doing anything important, gathering within groups to talk to one another... Socialization. How useless.


When she attempted to push her way through the ground to head to the actual building, the girl grimaced as she found herself pushed back. She lacked her usual strength with the way she was injured and was unable to push her way through. Alda released a sound as she felt the heels of her feet impact something and she nearly fell over, the sound being something between a squeak and a gasp. Though if ever asked, Alda would most likely lash out at them with a clenched fist.


Turning, the girl gave a irritated look towards the boy who was sitting down doing nothing more than drawing of all things. "Watch it!" She snapped at the boy, while it may have been illogical to blame all her annoyance on him, he was right there and she couldn't resist venting some of her frustrations out onto him.
 
Diana was nice already from Mercy’s first impression of her she liked the girl’s bubbly energy and politeness. At her comment about the school being just as good as her old one, the maroon haired girl nodded. She already felt a lot more welcome here than she ever had…


It seemed that Diana was even willing to show her around, which she was glad for; she’d hate to accidently walk into the boy’s washroom. Eagerly handing over her schedule she waits until Diana gives it a glance before redly asking, “Do we have anything together?” Mercy realizes that she may be prying though and blushes, “I mean…” there seems to be no out in this situation so she just sighs. “It’s be nice…to stay together” she notes, finally.


(( Not saying every class, but yeah, have fun with it Nell :D *shot*))
 
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