Welcoming ZHARIAH!

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Zar sat at a counter of the empty art room, his hands covered in the clay he was molding. So far it looked to be a beautiful young woman sleeping. Her hair folded gracefully around her head, and her eyes closed shut. It was from a picture that he had seen of his mother when she was a teenager, probably younger than he was now.
He lifted a clay covered hand and used the back of it to brush the hair out of his face.
His AC DC shirt was stained with clay, and his pants were ripped at the knees. His usual attire, and he expected it to get even dirtier today.
Almost done... he muttered to himself.
 
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She regretted her choice as soon as she opened the door into the art room. She'd known that somebody was in there, their emotions floating out loud and clear to her. She winced as the door squeaked. Why couldn't door's be stealthy? It was stupid. She knew she'd want to back out of her decision to be friendly, but it was too late now, so she decided to make the best of it. Since her entrance was anything but quiet, or graceful, she simply smiled cheerfully, now having visual contact with him, his fear washed into her. That one was different. Ah well.

She was guessing her presence wasn't exactly welcomed, so she raised a hand, and waved slightly. "Hi... Sorry to disturb you." her words lightly accented in the way of a kiwi. She brushed her burnt red hair out of her eyes, adjusting the sleeves of her black sweatshirt, more to give herself something to do than out of awkwardness. The left corner of her mouth was raised in a half smile as she returned a sea foam green gaze to the guy before her.
 
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Zar heard the door open and then an accented greeting.
I've been caught... he thought turning the molded clay around so she couldn't see it. He was going to mail it back to his mom for her birthday so he couldn't just destroy it so that she wouldn't see it.
He got up and walked over to the sink to wash his hands free of clay before he said anything. He wasn't trying to be rude he was just trying to calm down, he hated it when people, especially girls, saw him work.
He turned the sink on and rinsed off the clay grabbing a hand rag he turned around with a smile on his face.
Nonsense, you're not disturbing me. Let's just say you're welcoming me. You're the first person I've seen since I got here. he said and tossed the hand rag back on the counter, his hands now dry.
He walked over towards her and put his hand out
My name is Zhariah, and yours is?
 
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She bit back a smirk as his new group of emotions flooded in. Obviously, he wasn't used to people being able to see his mind. She decided that she'd best not say anything, having a visual of the guy now, his fear flooded into her. Well, that one was new too. All these people had 'new' fears. Went with being a gifted, perhaps? When he got himself under control, and turned around she still had the same little half smile on her face, no view of what had been on her mind in her face.

She bowed a small bow then. "In that case, you're most welcome to the school." she couldn't resist the showyness, probably to make herself feel more comforatble.

"My name is Zhariah, and yours is?"

She extended her hand, taking his, offering a full smile for a moment. "I'm Luthien." she replied quietly, pretending that she didn't notice the art behind him. The nice thing about being an empath was knowing when, and what, not to notice.
 
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Well, thank you for welcoming me Luthien. That's a very pretty name you have. he said with a smile. He removed his hand from her gently and motioned to a table away from where he had been working on the piece.
Would you like to seat down? he asked still in smile mode. He didn't worry about his art anymore. He was just glad that he had someone alive to talk to. After his trip of only being able to talk to his deceased aunt and uncle, he was more than glad to talk to someone flesh and blood.
How long have you been here, Luthien? he asked moving over to the table and pulling a chair out for her.
 
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She was surprised by his question, and even more surprised by his action. She tucked her hair behind her ear and coughed. "Thank-you, but I'd rather stand. Feel free to sit though, I'm just more comfortable on my feet." her words had a more apparent accent with her rather large speach. She smiled softly to soften the possible blow of her words seeming rude, however, she didn't mean anything by it. 'Or rather, more comfortable on my hands..' she added to herself mentally, making sure her eyes didn't betray her thoughts.

He seemed relieved to be talking to her, but she wasn't sure why. The curse of an empath, feelings, but not reasons. "And I've only been here for a few days myself." she added, remembering the question he'd asked her.
 
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Zar gave a shrug and sat down in the chair he'd pulled out for her.
You can make yourself comfortable. he said. He wasn't an empath with humans but she just didn't seem...comfortable.
Only a few days, huh? But that's given you more time than me, how do you like it here? he asked mussing up his hair a little, it bugged him when it was flat.
She seemed so stand offish...had he done something wrong?
 
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Loo dipped her head, turning herself upside down into a handstand, walking herself around so that she could see him, shaking her head to get all the loose burnt red hair out of her eyes. She grinned at him then. Suddenly, she didn't feel uncomfortable, nor did she care about what he thought of her.

"I don't really know. I.." she paused, mind running through the best way to say that as of yet, she had not put in a solid hour of training since she got here, nor did there seem to be anybody around her age, "I haven't really met too many people so far, but...the gym has some good training equipment." she laughed at herself, "But that doesn't strike me as something you'd be interested anyways. I guess I can't offer much insight." she grinned apologetically, showing no apparent fatigue, nor was there any, as she pointed her toes to the roof.
 
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Zar smiled at her. Now that was not what he had expected. He let out a chuckle when she smiled at him, she looked very odd but so much more comfortable.
To each his own, I suppose he thought
Huh, that actually sounds like a good idea, I haven't had a full workout since, I don't know when. And I haven't had anybody to spar with in at least a year.
He scratched his chin as he thought what to say next.
So far I like the art center, as you can tell, but everyone seems to be so young. I swear I haven't seen anybody over the age of 16. he said with a shrug
 
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When the blood began to rush into her head, she allowed herself to collapse into a roll, which she ended when she was sitting in a crosslegged position, facing Zar. She chuckled and smiled at his comment. "I know the feeling. I'd say the same thing, except I just met you.." she gestured absently at him, before pausing, a michievious grin coming onto her face. "Wait, you are over 16, right?" she raised an eyebrow, grin still on her face.

Her face wasn't flushed, as it would normally be when a ton of blood rushed to your head, but she still shook her head slightly to get some of the woozyness that came with it out of her system. 'Sparing..hmm.' she pondered while waiting for his answer. No, sparing with a guy was never fun. They were either too soft on her, or broke something.
 
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