hell no.

Was this the boy's side of the dorms or the girl's? She honestly couldn't recall and the common tongue signs weren't helpful to her at all. The girl was crouched down on all fours, a simple purple skirt, black stocking, white button down and thick soled black platformed boots outfit adorned her body. The palms of her hands and the knees of her stockings were stained with dirt from her crawling around the grounds this way. No one had bothered to correct her of the mode of travel just yet but supposedly there were more important things for her to learn first, like the common tongue they spoke to her in. It would be beyond hard to teach someone the lessons she was meant to learn when they couldn't even communicate.

Emilie had been at this school for a month now but every hall still looked the same to her and she often got lost. It was during one of these times that she found herself coming upon the four way intersection of the dorm area, or what she thought was the dorm, because honestly she preferred a nice piece of hard floor rather than the unstable mounts called 'beds'. They caused her stomach to do somersaults because they never truly stayed still but, she digressed. The girl paused in her scuffling along the clean, tiled floor in the middle of the intersection. Her body tensed and she cocked her head to the side. In the way that most people couldn't really know but just felt eyes upon them, she knew someone was near by, watching, listening and waiting.

The wicked claw like nails that made up the ends of her fingers tapped gently against the tiled floor as her body eased back on it's heels. "Cemo tuo, Cemo out.. wrevereh uoy era.." (Translation: Come out, come out.. Wherever you are..) she murmured in her own native tongue hoping to draw the individual out.

Emilie was there in the four-way crouched back on her heels and staring down the boy that decided to show himself. She was surprised that he had listened though none of that registered on her face as she kept a carefully blank mask in place. With her cocked head her white hair dragged on the floor, graying at the bottom where it had often been dragged along but it was carefully parted in to two long pigtails that seemed out of place and odd when looking so remarkably groomed. The administrators were trying and she did her best to follow along but progress was slow. Perhaps a hair cut would come in to play at some point.

Her own form seemed washed out, like a living bleach stain doomed to walk a some what normal society as an outcast and when comparing herself to the boy in front of her, well there really was nothing to compare. The pair were complete opposites as far as the eye could see but it was the set of his shoulders, the intensity locked within his form as though he were constantly ready to pounce or run if need be that she recognized in him. It was an unspoken observation that she understood by merely staring for several minutes at him.

He wasn't from the lab, of that she was sure, but he held a presence not unlike her own. The only difference being that he was all hard edges and angles and intensity whereas she seemed too cute and obvious to be anything more than what the eye could see. Could he see the inner struggle within her? The subtle way her own body tensed under his gaze, where the fine, bleached hairs of her body stood on end not unlike a cat's own when confronted with something they knew to be a possible threat? She couldn't read minds but her's burned with curiosity about the other. What had he been doing? Tucking tail and leaving by the back door like a coward? She thought to press the matter because such a thing wouldn't stand and so she did..

"Uoy era a cdrawo." (You are a coward.) She spoke point blank with a slight narrowing of her eyes and a hiss in her voice, her head turning at an unnatural angle like an owl's. A hand lifted and smacked a flat palm against the hard floor to punctuate the accusation towards Adder.

@"Bowen"


Emilie felt the two normal responses, fight or flight, and only one was ever chosen by her. She had stalled the boy's escape but it wouldn't last forever an she wasn't sure she wanted it to. She watched his mouth work to form the foreign words he expected her to understand. There was only about a hand full of the words she actually understood. It was obvious that he didn't know that.

As he came forward she did too and met him in the middle, a scuffling of nails and boots too heavy to possibly be quiet but subtly just wasn't in her nature. The young female bulldozed the boundary line but pushing right through it until she was nose to nose with the dark boy. Milky lavender stared in to harsh yellow. The same hand that had smacked the tilted floor lifted to press against his chest. Her own mouth worked to from those elusive common tongue words to get her point across.

Emilie swallowed hard, her accent was thick when she spoke but she was proud of the result, "..S-s-s..tahy..." Placing a heavy and unnecessary 'H' sound in the word was because her voice hitched in the middle with uncertainty and she was mentally kicking herself for it.

Evie moved through the halls, her arms full of books. She was so excited! New day, new school, new classes. She had just gotten a bunch of new text books and was on her way to her locker to sort them all out. She sure had a lot of classes for the first semester. Not to mention she had to find all these clubs that she wanted to join.

Shuffling her books around awkwardly in her arms, she worked her notebook, which was sitting on the top of the stack, open with her nose. Her schedule was stapled inside. On it was her locker number, which she had forgotten. Again.

"Locker #: 245AAAAAAHHH" The word turned into a scream when she felt herself fall. She hit the ground hard, the books going everywhere. "NONONO!" She cries as her notebook skids down the hall. Glancing back, she sees she tripped over a girl on her hands and knees.

@ YUI
@ BOWEN

Emilie turned just slightly as the contact from the boy's shoulder was broken with his roll of it. She should have expected as much. She had been that same exact way just a month ago but then they held a bit of sway over her that they obviously didn't hold over Adder. The girl fell forward and braced herself on her hands just as another fell on top of her like a terrible pseudo game of dominoes or Jenga because they both would fall to the ground as a result yet Emilie's body would provide the cushion, if one could call her skinny body that, to break Evie's fall.

Emilie looked sharply back at the girl who fell on her and rolled herself on to her side but didn't push the other girl away. This was her one chance to gain the help of someone who was the most like her and this girl could ruin it! Her eyes flashed with their customary purple lightning but released nothing but a word to try and call a pause to the boy with the darkness in him, "WAIT!, " the only word of common to escape her mouth before a jumble of another language fell from her lips, "Envi nsde' ruoy pleh ot dnif reh sretsi! Yeht pe'k em ereh pgnisimor Envi l'iw e's reh aniag tub ngnihto sah ne'b enod!" (Emilie needs your help to find her sister! They keep her here promising Emilie will see her again but nothing has been done!)

Even if the words couldn't be understood the tone behind it was clear enough, a pleading of one individual to another.