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xxxxxxxxxx"Du siehst neu hier. Sind Sie in der Notwendigkeit der Hilfe?" The sudden sound of a German voice- well, not actually German, just someone who spoke the language evidently- startled her into almost dropping everything once more. The halls had grown quiet and Bernadette believed herself to be the only one left out there. She spun on the heel of her black flats, skirt ruffling up beside her, as she faced the boy in front of her. Well, he was at least presumed to be a boy, given the tone of voice, but the face mask made physically telling difficult. He did, however, wear a male student uniform, so it was as good a guess as any.

xxxxxShe tucked a lock of blond hair behind her ear and smiled up at him. "Ah! Sie sprechen Deutsch? Er... um..." Bernadette cleared her throat. There was no way she could go off speaking German to everyone. She wouldn't learn that way. "I mean, you speak German?" This was comforting. At least she could communicate with one person. "Th-thank you for the offer. I think I should be okay now." Her eyes hovered over the room class schedule before glancing back up at the clock. Einfach perfekt, she thought sarcastically. "Do you mind... do you mind showing me das Zimmer ist das, er... which room is C-314? Bitte?"

xxxxxHer dark eyelashes batted up at him as she took a step closer. "Ich bin Bernie, by the way. Und Sie?" Her mouth kept jumping from English to German without even trying. It was definitely going to take some getting used to. The limited interactions with her roommate provided with few opportunities to get better accustomed to primarily using English before school started. Porcelain-like fingers fumbled with the stack of papers in her arm. Most everything was put away, aside from the few items left for her to carry. She didn't want to make this boy be late for his class as well, but sometimes reading the English text for too long gave her a headache and it would become difficult to concentrate. She had been staring at the words on her papers and glancing from sign to sign, but it never got any easier.

 

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"I took a few lessons before but that was a while ago... However anything I do not remember can easily be figured out as even languages have a science to them."

The thought of calculating and filling in the blanks with a well thought out equation - okay so maybe math had more to do with this than science... Either way it made him happy. However this joy was short lived as Elliot followed her gaze to the clock.

He was late. Such a rare and terrible event this was! Oh, but his first class was with Mr. Reenberg...

Even so, only a delay would be acceptable but only just barley. And luckily for...whatever this girl's name was he would be going in the same direction. So after introducing himself and explaining that his class was on the same floor they would move through the school until reaching the desired destination. Once there he decided it to be too rude to leave without another word, as parents' drills still freshly embedded into his brain.

"I wish you the best of luck with today's endeavors."

 

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Matt studied his timetable intently, it was weird being in school again but being in a new place didn't really phase him any more. His education was screwed up enough with having to spend 6 months in one school and 6 months in another. It was what came with parents splitting up and one moving to the other side of the planet, yet both still wanting to spend time with him. So there came the arrangement to spend 6 months with his mum in England and 6 months in the US, here with his dad. Although admittedly this time round he wasn't really spending it with his dad but that couldn't be helped. Needless to say it had screwed his education up thoroughly. Back in England he'd already finished school, they finished at 16 and he'd managed to get himself onto an apprenticeship with someone who could work around him being away 6 months of the year. He'd actually really enjoyed that, he was much better at the hands on practical stuff than the school work and it gave him skills to actually get a job with. It was a shame he wouldn't live to return. The only problem with that was though that it meant when he returned to America and school work, he was really behind as he'd chosen not to continue that in the 6 months he was in England. It made him look really stupid when he actually wasn't, he'd just not been there to learn the stuff, he'd learnt different things instead that none of these kids could do. He'd not chosen many classes and had carefully picked the ones he had, at least he got the choice.

Either way, the holidays had been good, he'd had so so much fun and not a care in the world. He'd spent a lot of time with Zoey and got even closer to her, he liked just hanging around her. They'd managed to sort out all her Christmas presents despite her initial panic and all had turned out well in the end. He'd set up a lot of pranks and made himself a reputation. New years had been fun too, it just seemed a shame to be returning to school. Ah well, he guessed all good things had to come to an end. It had been great but for now he just had to figure out this map to see where it was. Why did they have to make it so confusing??

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING ! ! }​

{ OOC : AO NO EXORCIST WAS GREAT. I HAVE TO READ THE MANGA. }​

{ DAY : 35 - 2/3 } • { January 3, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SILENT }​

xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti walked through the bustling hallways, finally breathing in the scene of this school when it was busy. She quietly listened to the chatter of the flatulent and ostentatious students around her. It was strange; didn't she belong in this kind of society? Perhaps, but she wanted none of it . . . For what reason did she attend the Academy, again?

Her mind floated away to New Years. That had been quite a night . . . She shuddered slightly, but recovered quickly enough, then remembering what her hand had dealt. It brought a darker smile to her face, but she had been quite satisfied. Other people should learn manners; it is not proper to touch other's without their consent. Fortunately, her mood had been rather boorish that night, and she had no time for shenanigans. Surely they would not miss their hand - and it had been covered up rather well as a complete accident, hadn't it?

She might be slightly mistaken - reasonably, there was a chance that she wanted some of it . . . They were relatively convenient, weren't they?

YOU LOOK LIKE A CHARACTER FROM AN ANIME. I do not. LOOK AT YOUR STOCKINGS. Leave them alone, they were already predisposed to me. That wretched excuse for a woman will have me suffer as she sees fit. YOU'RE STILL MAD AT ME, AREN'T YOU? For what you did, of course I am. You are a fool, Kal, and that said has made me the Queen of the Fools if I let you corrupt me. FOR THE LAST TIME, I DIDN'T CORRUPT YOU. GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHT. We are not having this conversation, Kal.

HEY, DON'T FORGET THAT I PROTECTED YOU ON NEW YEAR'S NIGHT.

Kallisti shut her mind down from him as best as she could. So she had taken a bit of credit for what happened, it wasn't such a crime . . . The truth was, she hadn't done in that man and his curious hands, Kal had. Her refusal to admit to herself was strong, but . . . her scared mind could do nothing at that time, and so Kal had taken matters into his own hands.

Ugh, the stockings . . . But they covered up the majority of her legs ( and matched this uniform ) and that was what was important. She forced that thought to be at the forefront of her mind with this ridiculous uniform - but at least it was comfortable.

Maneuvering around the people, she pulled her slim phone from her bag and began tapping at it, easily walking without connecting with anyone. It had been a rarity, recently, that she had touched Tumblr, but every now and again she checked it to keep posted on the status of the others. Ah, her inbox had a message. Oh, it was that boy, Theodore. No hard feelings, hmm? She really doubted that - especially if he was apart of this ridiculous student body. Irregardless of that, she didn't message him back.

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xxxxxxxxxx Harley washed off his hands and sent the young lady on her way. The break had been fantastic. His mood had been greatly improved from the last few weeks and he was refreshed. His hands were clean of that bastard kid and his little friends. He was a permanent case, but the others were still kicking it.

Successfully, he had delivered his Christmas present to Kallisti and they really almost had a moment, but then she left and he sighed. Oh well.

Besides that, the only issue he had was dealing with the police - and there had been a lot of that. It wasn't just because of who or what he killed - Operation: Befreiung der Erhabene hadn't rolled over as smoothly as he hoped, but he didn't get Elizabeth or Alli involved - it wasn't there thing, and the police had tried to force that, but they had regretted it.

The one thing that bothered him was that he was relying too much on Lorinda, again. Being on her campus, under her watch was perpetual, unseen, not-felt torture. The damn lady was just so scrutinizing!

He rubbed the back of his neck as he weaved around tons of shorter students. Mumford & Sons played in his ears and his hands were slipped into his pockets. He was able to view this group as a whole, finally. They were a pretty pathetic bunch, and he picked out the ones he had used and tossed away with a smile on his face - no regrets.

The break had been great, he thought to himself as he walked into the library. Man, this place was huge. He couldn't help but think Kallisti would really like it here. Harley wasn't much of a reader, but every now and again, he enjoyed a good book. Walking over to one of the shelves that rivaled him in height, he began to browse for something that might kill time.

 

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xxxxxxxxxxElliot. She liked that name. It suited him. Elliot walked with her to the classroom. If it wasn't for his assistance, she probably never would have made it there. There was little conversation exchanged between the two of them during their short travel together, but she didn't mind. Full fledged conversations were not something she was prepared for at the current hour. The doors to each room passed by quickly as they moved down the halls at a rather fast pace. Finally, they stopped in front of the one labeled C-314 and Bernadette breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't too late, but it was definitely late enough to make and ill impression on her teacher. "I wish you the best of luck with today's endeavors."

xxxxx"Oh, danke. You too. Have nice day El-low-it." She smiled and waved him goodbye before turning to face the classroom door. Her creamy soft hand wrapped around the cool kiss of the metal doorknob and she opened it rather slowly, poking her head in first. Of course this drew attention. Most every one of the heads in the room turned to the door. "E-excuse me," she started, before standing fully in the room, "E goat-ta lost ah bit." The teacher pursed his lips in frustration before pointing to the far side of the room. Her shoes padded against the floor lightly as Bernadette made her way over to the seat. Most of the eyes moved back to the board, but a few still lingered on her.

xxxxxBernadette remained silent, staring down at the textbooks. Blond hair fell in her face, but she made no attempt to move it. Das ist so peinlich. Was there any chance of her fitting in here? Vielleicht sollte ich für Elliot nach dem Unterricht zu suchen. Would he be willing to speak to her again? She hoped so. So far, he was the only one to make an attempt to speak to her. Bernadette had been going out of her way with this roommate situation, but so far no luck. She had heard rumors about how Daniel's last roommate died. She had been bitten by one of the snakes. Bernie was hesitant about sleeping the same bed that the former roommate died in. It was gross, but after bringing it up with the counselor, he had assured her that all the bedding had been switched out and the bed was sterilized. That was comforting, remotely.

 

Olivia woke up, back in her room.
Viola ... Viola, where was Viola?
Her puppeteer decided to edit and elaborate on this post and Cherno's when he returned from the party because it was a busy day today.

 

Bushy had been to a mass today for his late Uncle's one year anniversary.
He is tired and emotionally exhausted, probably not helped by the fact that he had to watch half his family drink themselves into an alcohol induced stupor to drown their sorrows, and also had a fair few beers as well which didn't even get him typsy, but hey-ho!
On top of that and coming home really late meaning he only has around an hour to make his post before the 48 hour time limit is up and he's kicked out... He suddenly learns that a time skip of extreme epic proportions has happened and that basically... He now has to come up with everything that happened in between now and Christmas - within this one single teeny tiny hour prior to which he's had an extremely long and hard emotionally trying day. Some of you may be able to see where Bushy is going with this extreme wall breaking post of his (that is also in the third person for some reason)...

And so...
...With all due respect and much love to you all (and I really do love you guys despite the mood this post may be setting <3).
Bushy really couldn't be *censored just because kids may be present* after the events of today. And thus...

Presenting the following RP Post:

Zoey did school stuff at school.
Dylan... did Dylan stuff.



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A note from Bushy:
That's it for now. I'm sorry if that's not enough but yeah, if that's not good, then I guess I'm out of the RP sadly.
And with that...
Sayonara. I'll try and sort something proper tomorrow if I'm still actually in this thing. And if I'm not... then thank you all for the amazing and wild ride that has been this RP. It's been fun.
Again, I love you all. <3

*collapses into a deep dark pit also known as my bed and curls up there for the next few hours*

 

Nate's school day was pretty boring. The only class he actually paid full attention to was Graphics, the others only got half attention form him. When the break had started, he spent most of his time in the library, either researching something for class or just browsing the internet. Normally when he's on a computer, he was doing something particular, but this time he was just trying to keep his mind off old memories. New's Years went the same as it always did so he didn't mind reminiscing about that one.

 

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Lunch time sounded like a great idea, and luckily for her she got out of class a good amount of time early. At this point she was very used to the wheelchair and could go at a decent speed. Her classes before had been well, class. She of course payed attention but she wasn't fully interested in any of them, including by surprise the English class, which she was expecting to be her favorite required class. She was wrong, but that was probably because it wasn't a literature class as much as it was "teaching how to say big words" which she was half convinced was a change only due to the Bellhurst kids.​

When she got to the mess hall she only got a salad, she really wasn't in the mood to eat anything big because she had instant breakfast instead of a real meal earlier in the morning. At that moment there were others there early but she sat alone.​

 

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[/url]Heidi sat on Altair's neatly made bed, alone. Her fingers played with the infinity symbol on the necklace she received from Harley for Christmas. He apparently wasn't mad at her for leaving, just busy. It made sense. She had made it into a personal goal to rotate between the two necklaces each day. They combined were her most prized possessions. Everything that belonged to her was given by someone else. She felt like such a taker.

Classes started today, so she would be alone more often. It was a hard concept to deal with, one she still struggled to move past, but it had gotten a lot easier without them bothering her. A decorative letter lay on the bed in front of her, along with a large shipping envelope filled with cash. It was much more than what she was given for Christmas shopping.

When they got back to school, Heidi had a whole list of people to visit. The letter had been in her backpack and Allison confirmed that it was the same one she had found. They were all getting letters and since Heidi had no bank account, the money was stuffed neatly into the backpack with the letter. 100 packs of 10, $100 bills. She was too afraid to touch it. It came from somewhere, and what if that somewhere was bad? If they all magically received $100,000 then someone or some people must have been missing a very large chunk of change.

She had seen to it to also visit with her most favorite not-dead person, Anthony. Seeing him in his new body felt strange, but he liked his gift so that was all that mattered. She missed his sandy hair and multicolored eyes. Maybe, in time, they could figure out a way to restore him to his former self. Catching up with him was her favorite part of the week. She had really come to miss him. He seemed so off, not just because of the new body, but spending time together really seemed to have lifted his spirits-- at least in her eyes it did. Heidi wanted him to be happy. They were to get together again soon.

Everyone gets to enjoy fun times together during classes while she's stuck up in Altair's room. With Tyler gone, there was now a free bed, but she didn't feel right sleeping in it. She kept expecting to see his smiling face walk through that door and lay claim to his bed, but every time she looked up, it was not him. Altair offered to sleep in it instead, since she was so uneasy about it all. Zoey was a little weird to, though she had yet to elaborate on why.

Heidi gave her the jewelry music box in exchange for what Zoey got her. It was a wonderful gift. She had all her presents arranged on the nightstand beside the bed and even managed to hand out all the ones she had for everyone else. Casey's was a little difficult, but they got through it in the end. He really wanted her help with dying his hair, which was a bad idea. One box of hair dye was not enough for his long pink hair and large patches got missed. She hadn't seen him since that day, so Heidi had no clue as to how it turned out.

Her gaze lingered on the letter, a slight smile on her face. It puzzled her, but things had been good recently. She even got to watch the New Year's Eve fireworks with Anthony. It was so much fun. Fireworks were something she rarely saw growing up. Her eyes were filled with so much joy and wonderment. It really had been a good week, aside from the shady behavior by Altair and his grandpa.

They had been acting so odd lately. Altair was dodging questions and giving her strange glances. The few phone calls she had with Mr. Marshall involved a lot of questions in regards to her Aunt Stacey. It was making Heidi awfully nervous. Were they getting ready to send her back? She had been good. She hoped that as long as she was good, they wouldn't want to get rid of her. Heidi had probably been pushing her luck with that idea.

She laid back on the bed, the necklace bouncing against her chest as her head hit the pillow. Heidi curled up into a ball and closed her eyes. These days to come would be so boring with her until everyone finished their classes. She couldn't join them. She wasn't an enrolled student. As far as everyone knew, she was a runaway-- missing for weeks. Heidi let out a sigh and buried her face in the pillow. What would she do until school ended each day? She debated using some of the money for books or puzzles-- something, anything, to keep her from dying of boredom--, but using the money just seemed so dangerous.

 

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"Last stop, Brookbridge Academy." Isabella looked up from the book in her hands. She'd finally arrived. Pulling her backpack over her shoulders and grabbing her suitcase, she exited the train, being careful to mind the gap. After a few minutes of walking, she arrived at a what she assumed to be the entrance to the school.​

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Isabella felt her heart skip a beat. This was Brookbridge Academy? It didn't look like a school at all. In fact, it seemed more like medieval castle than anything else. Isabella's mood instantly brightened. This was exactly the kind of change she needed by transferring to Brookbridge.​

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She entered the building and approached what she assumed to the secretary. The woman's gaze was focused on her computer screen, and she made no acknowledgement of Isabella's presence. "Excuse me..." Isabella muttered. No response.​

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The infernal woman would have to receive a greater push. Isabella took a deep breath. "EXCUSE ME!"​

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The secretary glared at the girl, her eyes filled with annoyance. "What do you want?"​

"I'm new here," Isabella muttered. "Isabella Belmonte Ortiz. I need my schedule and room number."​

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The woman typed something into her computer, and a sheet of paper with a table on it came out of the printer. She grabbed it and held it up to Isabella. "Here's your schedule. Classes have already started, so get your butt over there. Someone will take your luggage to your room."​

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Isabella frowned and grabbed the schedule. A map of the school's campus was printed at the bottom of it. "Thank you," she muttered begrudgingly. Leaving her suitcase at the desk, she hurried off to her first class.​

 

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Cristina washed her hands in the sink. It was time for lunch. The short girl walked through the crowded hallways and made her way to the mess hall. She felt lonely. Everyone around her seemed to be walking in groups, or at least in pairs, while she was just walking alone.
Her extended winter break was now over which also meant going back to school. The first days at school were always terrible. School in general was terrible, but there was just something about they day that Cristina did not look forward to. Regardless, nothing awful had happened yet and she hoped that nothing would.

The mess hall looked a lot more crowded than usual, probably because all of the Academy's students had now returned. There was a longer line up for food, and most of the tables were occupied. The cafeteria ladies knew Cristina by now, as she had eaten at the mess hall many times already. When it was her turn in line, they automatically grabbed what Cristina normally ate for lunch and handed her the tray of food. The girl smiled to show her thanks and with her tray, stepped out of line.

She scanned the room for an open seat. An empty table would be great too...God, I should've gotten here sooner. She noticed the lack of color due to the school uniform. Everyone sitting in the same room and wearing the same outfit created a sea of black and white. Cristina was not particularly fond of the uniform. The color and the design in general were not her 'style.' Bor-ing. The girl continued to look around until she saw a seat next to a girl who seemed to be sitting alone.

Cristina walked to that table and sat next to the girl, placing her lunch tray on the table. She left her bag beside her on the seat. Cristina gave the girl a small smile and then turned her attention to her food. She took her fork and started poking at her salad.

 

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With the Master of Logic out of town it was left up to Anthony to deliver the presents he had gotten. It made him feel a bit guilty for not buying anything for the others but this guilt was quickly crushed with despair as he noticed most on the list were dead.

Tyler, Altair, Madeline, Liz, John, Quin, and Aileen...

Those still living got their gifts during the break but the rest were returned to Cherno. So many... Ha, they were all going to die. Even Marina was missing and he only spoke to her once, not realizing that she was apart of this at the time. It was quite the shame as talking to her really did help...

Being with Heidi helped too, at least. They had even watched the New Year's fireworks together and on that night he was able to ignore all the pain and enjoy the festivities. It had been pretty great.

There wasn't much after that until school started. And though the young hero used to consider it a waste of time it was a welcoming change of pace as it easily distracted the boy. Still...it was rather boring. Boring... Were they the same? At this rate more will...

"I'm not sure how much longer we're going to get..."

"Excuse me?"

Anthony quickly blabbed out 'nothing' before watching the student carry on, only just not realizing he had been wandering the halls aimlessly. Ah..ahaha...what a wonderful start to the semester.

 

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"First day... gotta love it."​

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Bronagh had dozed off at the point the girl had joined her at the table. She say them give a small smile and she did so in return automatically. It took her a few minutes before she found her brain frozen in shock.​

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OH MY GOD THIS IS THAT GIRL FROM THAT MEMORY. BUT- IT WASN'T HER....HER... WHAT!?​

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Bronagh took a couple bites of salad before she decided she would speak to her, "Hello, how are you today? Were you one of the people from the helicopter?" she understood the question was kind of forced out there and then she remembered she hadn't even said her name to the girl yet, "My name is Bronagh."​

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It wasn't this girl's fault, she had just switched bodies with the girl... I can't blame her for that.​

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She went back to eating her salad while waiting for a response, if she received any that is. She kind of wanted to pull out her notebook from her bag and start writing, but held back because she figured it would seem rude of her.​

 

Marcus had an excellent breakfast. And then heading to his first period class, though late, he still had a blast there. After all, math was easy, once you got the hang of solving the problems. Not much work was giving all throughout his morning classes, mostly reviews and refreshers were handed out to clear out the cobwebs caused by a holiday break.

Finally he made it too lunch. Two slices of pizza were devoured before he headed straight to his dorm room. He sat on the edge of his bed, reaching and pausing mid way to turning on his gaming system. Why did he just think about Morpheus ...? Marcus shook his head, glad that his father had gotten the check authenticated before settling it into Marcus's college funds. His college funds made him chuckle, he planned to work for his country and they would pay for his tuition's fee. But hey, it was just more money for him to spend and invest. But this was off topic.

Marcus shook his head and layed on his back. Who was Morpheus? Why was he giving money to a freshman, and why would he name himself after Morpheus. Unless that was his given name. Oh the things we name our children . He thought hard, by accepting the money...did he agree to some kind of shady deal!? Some kind of sleep experiment!? Marcus sat up and picked up his game's controller. Maybe Ezio would give him some clues.

 

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Cristina had originally assumed that because the girl was sitting alone, she did not want to speak to anyone, but it seemed that she was wrong. They were in a similar situation after all. "Hello, how are you today? Were you one of the people from the helicopter?" Cristina put her fork down. A much similar situation. Was this girl in the helicopter with me? There were so many people and her memory of that accident was hazy. Cristina dug out her new speech keyboard that Quin had gotten her for Christmas. "My name is Bronagh."​

Cristina nodded and typed part of her reply, "I'm well." She paused for a moment and then formulated the rest of her answer. "I was one of the passengers in that helicopter, yes. It was definitely an unexpected experience. My name is Cristina. It's very nice to meet you. Are you a transfer student, as well?"

 

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"First day... gotta love it."​

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Unlike other times where her facial reactions were controlled, Bronagh's face went into a clear state of shock.​

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Her lips didn't move... oh my god no please tell me this is a joke... no... no DAMN IT.​

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It's too late now...​

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She quickly changed her reaction as fast as she could, but she hadn't swallowed her salad from her bite before and tried to talk and ended up coughing away from the table then turning back, "From Bellhurst? Yes." Bronagh got quiet before looking down at her legs and speaking, "It was a very unexpected experience."​

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She looked back at the keyboard Christina had typed in and spoke, "I hope I'm not bugging you, I understand the need for silence sometimes."​

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That sounded kind of mean...​

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"Err I mean... ugh I'm sorry." she meant it in more ways than one as she got silent again and spoke, "I'm..." she didn't know how to word the sentence without sounding rude and kind of looked defeated for a moment.​

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I really need to learn how to talk to people...​

 

The sounds of hunger rang though Nate's stomach just as he was getting off the computer he was on. He made his way to his way to the cafeteria and proceeded to get some food. When he's gotten out of the line and to the cashier, he paid for the lunch he'd gotten. Since it was just a sandwich, a fruit cup, and milk, it didn't cost him much. All he would need to do now is to find a place to sit.

 

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It was pretty obvious that Bronagh was surprised Cristina could not talk. She was used to this sort of thing so it didn't really bother her. Meeting new people had always been like this for her. It was always awkward at first, but she always hoped that people would not judge her. "I hope I'm not bugging you, I understand the need for silence sometimes. Err I mean... ugh I'm sorry," Bronagh apologized.

She's trying so hard. She could see the Bronagh's sincere effort to be polite. Cristina shook her head. The girl next to her seemed to be at a loss for words. Cristina started typing again. She wanted Bronagh to feel better. "Don't worry about it. I'm quite aware that I'm unable to speak, so you do not have to be so careful with words around me. Especially because you seem so kind," Cristina smiled, "Just act like you normally would."

I hope she does. If she ends up apologizing to me every five seconds I'm going to go insane.

 

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My reaction at first had nothing to do with you being mute, the word choice was right though...​

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Bronagh was silent for a few more minutes before she tried to lighten up the conversation. This time she smiled, "So how had the day been for you?" she opened up her little pocket notebook and leaned it down. She turned it to the page of names and found Christina. It was an assumption this time, but she assumed that everyone who was heading to the original meeting in the first place was in the game. She marked Christina with the "safe" symbol and put it away.​

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She looked back up and noticed she really hadn't eaten much of her salad at all, and tried to eat again.​