Girl Talk [OPEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,446,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA; border-top: 3px solid #0E292A; border-left: 1px dotted #0E292A; border-bottom: 3px solid #0E292A; border-top-left-radius: 230px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px;] STARRY EYED, Handle bars, and then I let go, let go for anyone. Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one. Next thing we're touching, you look at me it's like you hit me with lightning. Oh, everybody's starry-eyed – Notes: "Really? Again?" the brunette groaned to her rommate as she read a text message reminder from the dorm floor leader. "How many new people joined this time? I feel like I should just write out my autobiography and pass it out as pamphlets every time we get called out for this, I swear." "Lemme guess, another meet and greet the girls pow-wow?" the other girl replied, sharing in her weariness for the introduction sessions. "Yep! But this one's mandatory apparently, and it's in about 5 minutes in the Blue Room." "I'm pretty much running out of new fun facts to throw out at people. Can we just pretend it's TMI Tuesday or whatever just to change it up? Please?" Eva cackled at her roommate's suggestion, though not because it would mean scandalizing meeker girls with rowdy tales of promiscuity. "Are you sure you want everyone to know about your steamy time with Mr. Computer and Mr. Mini-TV set? Is that information you really want to broadcast to the world? I mean as your roomie I don't judge but other people, man. They'd be pretty harsh about that."

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The black haired weapon batted her eyelids in an exaggerated fashion and spoke with a sultry, low bedroom voice. "I simply can't keep them all to myself, it's too good for any one person to handle. I won't mind at all they actually decide they want to join in our little sessions." The two erupted into self-deprecating laughter before they dragged themselves out of bed. "Time to say hi to the kiddies and impress them with all of our worldly EAT knowledge, or something."

"Two good things: we're getting our weekly allowances and there's going to be snacks provided. Can you say 'free dinner'?"

The two clearly acquainted girls continued chattering with one another as they walked through the hallway and made their way down the heavily carpeted stairs that wound their way down to the second floor of the dormitory hall. Their own floor didn't have a lounge room, and so they often borrowed the ones on the floor below them. One thing that had not disappointed about DWMA was the luxurious (or at least compared to the dorm rooms her older friends were currently living in) state of its dormitory halls. The building itself looked to be a stately old European styled manor, and posh additions such as finely carved ebony tables and ornamental mirrors abounded.

The Blue Room lived up to its name with its deep blue furniture and wallpaper. Several girls were already seated in a velvet armchair here, a divan over there, and also in a large sofa further away to the right. Eva broke away to make a beeline right to the refreshments set out on a heavy oak table towards the side of the room. Cups of soda and juice had already been poured, and large serving platters of cookies and chips were free for the taking. The food itself was decidedly much more pedestrian than the state of the room itself, though junk food dinners were the best dinners, and considering her meals of instant ramen for the past few days, not that much a downgrade at all. The demon dadao grabbed fistfuls of chips, and managed to chow her way through three cookies even as she was intermittently throwing one into the growing mound multicolored snacks on her plate.

It wasn't until it seemed as though her plate, already reinforced with a second one, would buckle under the weight of the food she had piled onto it that she finally relinquished her spot at the refreshment table. Making sure to swipe a cup of ginger ale before entirely leaving the food area, she made her way to a nearly empty couch near the center of the room. Her roommate snorted as Eva returned bearing what seemed like half of the junk food being provided, though her own plate wasn't altogether too dissimilar. Together, they sat and grazed as more girls filed in before the official 3rd Floor Meet and Greet kicked off.
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There was food there. Yeah, that was excellent. Especially for the young meister-wannabe that had just arrived at the school. She hadn't really met many people and had no idea what was going on in the room; the very large one she found herself in currently while looking for a bathroom. Someone earlier had gave her a tour of the dorms but Charli wasn't really paying attention. Her mind was on other things like where Seth would be. He definitely wouldn't be in the girls dorm, that's for sure. Now she was hungry and her full bladder seemed to take a back seat as she entered the bustling room.

She smacked her gum, breathing in before exhaling it into a large bubble. It popped loudly. She licked the remnants of the bubble off her lip. Hmm. What's good here? Charli had idly found a plate and started filling it. She was careful not to fill her plate too much. She wasn't even sure why it was here.

A light tap on her shoulder caused her to spin around quickly, her hand had been holding the flimsy plate lightly and the force she turned with sent the plate flying Frisbee-style. She wasn't sure if it hit anyone but she was annoyed now that she had wasted good food, "Yeah? You need somethin'?" She slid her hands into the pockets of her jump suit.

The other girl had short dark hair and still stared in the direction the plate had flown. There was a large glob of icecream splattered on the girls shirt but Charli gave no mind to it. The girl was scoffing now, "You just threw your plate at me?"

Charli blinked, "Not really," she said flatly. The girl rolled her eyes, "You're Charli maybe?"

"Yeah. I should probably clean up my mess," Charli turned before the girl could say whatever else she needed to say. She tried her best to clean up her plate's mess with her hands and once she piled most of it back onto the plate she threw it away.

((Yeah. This is terrible. Sorry. ;---)

This type of casual, no-expectations type of meetings where totally different individuals were thrown together and expected to divulge aspects of their personal lives for the consumption by complete strangers- this was exactly the type of thing Dianne hated. She certainly knew how to present herself to be seen as open, likeable, even charming, though it didn't mean that she enjoyed having to take on these unnatural mannerisms. The nomadic lifestyle she had while growing up made this kind of adaptability a kind of survival instinct; it simply was something that took over when there was a need to quickly situate herself within an environment. Although she knew that it led to other children with the same kind of background to become highly expressive and extroverted, all it did for her was to lead her to construct rigid distinctions within her own mind. There was Dianne Ayers for any stranger off the street to see, and then there was Dianne Ayers that an exceptional few got to know and understand.

It was partly because she disliked it so much that she had been ordered, really, to attend one of the students' introductory boding sessions. As a teacher she would have to allow herself to be accessible to students, and that meant having to get comfortable with the idea emotional availability. If her job required that she plaster on a smile and invent things to be able to better connect with others, then she would do so without too much resistance or retaliation. Working within the restrictions and requirements she had been given, she would still do things on her own terms. If she needed to engage in vapid "girl talk" for the sake of making students more willing to accept her presence, then it would be done.

Dianne took her sweet time as she walked through the girl's dormitory hall. How puzzled by its opulence she had been when she moved in here. Only a place meant to last would be so crammed with unnecessarily luxurious details. She didn't like it as much as her classmates had- if she'd gotten to taking these things for granted and started seeing them as just an ordinary aspect of her life, she'd get to missing them when she left, and the mindset that lead to such an outcome had been stamped out by her upbringing. She was able to walk into the Blue Room without being noticed by too many people- the girls present were either too engrossed in conversation or busy gorging themselves on the refreshments to care. The violet-haired woman silently watched the brief but tense encounter between Charli and another girl. Nothing really flashed across her mind, even as she took her place in the back of the snack line next to Charli, except that she seemed to be a good candidate to attempt to initiate her brand of small talk with.

"An arm and reflexes like that, you'd do pretty well as a meister," she commented with a small smile. It would have been a terrible faux pas had she paid that compliment to a demon weapon, though she was able to cheat with what basic Soul Perception she had. "You got a weapon yet or still looking?"

Charli had decided to grab more food, of course. Her mood was so far dampened with the onset of what had been -and still remains- a terrible day. It was her father's neglect and her mother's absence that made her mood so sour this evening. Despite that her mother was buried miles away in Texas and her father was in RI. It was who her father was with that bothered her. That pretty "flower" of a woman with her perfect kids. Then there was Charli who talked like a sailor and dressed like a boy. The nerve that woman had to buy her clothes. CLOTHES. They were meant to cover you, not show off everything you had. But she insisted that showing just a little was completely alright and-- the flimsy plate in hand broke in her shifting grip. Good thing she hadn't made it to the food bar this time. Now she stood in line with a broke plate and a frown on her face. It isn't fair. How come they can bother me when they're so far away? Her eyes rolled and she forced herself to breath.

Someone near her spoke to her. She assumed. She heard the word meister and her mood enhanced. She turned around with her broken plate pieces still in-hand. There was a large grin stuck on her face as if someone had told her she won 100 bucks, "You think so?" she blinked at her next question, weapon, "Oh, no. Imma NOT student. I don't really have any abilities 'cept for.. Soul perception," she paused at 'soul perception' because currently it sucks. She can occasionally catch wisps of souls and that is only when she concentrates hard. Her hand went up, awkwardly with the plate piece, to feel her face. Of course she'd forget her glasses.

Dianne's own smile softened into a more natural expression as the girl beamed back at her. It would appear as though she had struck gold with that compliment, and no wonder, seeing as the student question was still in NOT. Her own feelings remained unruffled, even with the girl's second statement. She never harbored any bitterness over how her own situation with being a meister turned out, though the forcibly retired FBI agent could still recall being in the exact frame of mind that Charli was currently in. The younger meister's exuberance, combined with Dianne's own strange nostalgia, disarmed the woman's initial apprehension towards attending the meeting. She had dealt with trainees before, and had always maintained a certain distance from presenting herself as anything but a leader and authority figure. This, however, was quite different. These children were, well, children. Untested. Unbroken. Without becoming overly matronly or insultingly patronizing, she was suddenly acutely aware of their unique vulnerability. It was something she strangely had been too busy adjusting and training to realize back when she was in that position herself.

"You might surprise yourself with how far you're able to reach just by focusing on improving your own physical performance. At least you'll always have a solid foundation to rely on. The fancy tricks can come later." Dianne noted the slightly vacant look in the girl's eyes as she reached up to feel her face, the fingers slowing over the area where gasses frames would ordinarily be resting at. "I'm Prof- you know what? Just call me Dianne, alright? Dianne Ayers. The teacher with the short violet hair you'll recognize from anywhere," she said as she pointed a finger up at her signature hairdo. "And I'll be new here at my job, just like you are, so I guess we're in the same boat. In a way. I liked it enough to come back, so I hope you'll be able to feel the same way once you get better situated in the school."

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Charli Philips Charli hadn't even given it thought to who the strange woman talking to her was. As Dianne talked all Charli could manage was to stare at her wide eyed and grinning. She wasn't someone to get attached to others easily but she also didn't get a lot of attention. She wondered if the teacher could know what it meant to her that she'd decide to talk to her of all people. The line was moving, sort of. Not that it mattered now because Charli had no plate. She eyed the remains of her plate and sighed, not out loud but in some weird mental way that Charli ack-- you know what. Moving along. Right then, Dianne was new like she was. She even stated that so Charli assumed she had to be a thorough person to realize that Charli was new when she hadn't been there long herself. Her grin had fallen down since she remembered she had no plate. "I'm Prof- you know what? Just call me Dianne, alright? Dianne Ayers. The teacher with the short violet hair you'll recognize from anywhere,"

[/b] the older woman had said. There was something different about the way she talked to her now although Charli couldn't put a finger on it.

She huffed a quick laugh, placing the broken plate on the table near them, "Charli's the name. Funny thing about your hair, mine's green. We could start a club, a weird... colored hair... club," It was easier to joke with people she knew. Particularly, it was easier to joke with Seth. She wondered where he could be or what he was doing. Charli might of wished he was having a better time than she was but she was having an alright time, really.

Soon after her awkward stab at humor Charli's turn at the buffet had come up. She was plate-less and, in order to get another plate, she'd have to go back into the throng of plate-holding girls and wait some more and she was tired of waiting.

Smiling she turned back towards the teacher person and flicked her wrist, her thumb near her mouth, in a salute-style good bye, "I think Imma go find that bathroom now. Don't feel much like waiting in line for food, y'know? Dropped my plate once and then I broke that one. I think it's a sign do not eat, it's poisoned," she emphasized the word poison, holding out the second syllable and waving her now free hands in the air, "Been a long day anyways. See you around Ms. Ann?" Of course she'd see her. Right...?
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,446,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA; border-top: 3px solid #0E292A; border-left: 1px dotted #0E292A; border-bottom: 3px solid #0E292A; border-top-left-radius: 230px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px;] STARRY EYED, Handle bars, and then I let go, let go for anyone. Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one. Next thing we're touching, you look at me it's like you hit me with lightning. Oh, everybody's starry-eyed – Notes: SRRYYYYY SCHOOL D: D: D: D: She had been sitting just so with her back to the minor kerfuffle that went on as Charli's food went airborne so as to miss the tense situation. Even when the new reading teacher had sidled into the room, cool and unaffected as ever, Eva was too busy reveling in what a great idea it was to stuff a layer of chips into her sandwich to notice the initial flurry of whispers and head turning. Shame on herself, really, for letting down her guard so as to become entirely oblivious to the social environment around her. To think that she had actually withdrawn in irritation to the side of he sofa when her well-intentioned roommate had to resort to grabbing her by the arm to try to shake the girl out of her consumptory bliss. By the time she was rubbing away the chip crumbs from the sides of her mouth with the heel of her palm, everyone else arranged around the small coffee table island had already been straining out of their seats, entirely transfixed by the violet haired woman. Eva looked around quickly, though it didn't take long to catch on to the target of their gaze, especially not when they practically looked like meerkats on guard with the way each of them was stock still and wide eyed. She shifted her body around so as to lean against the back of the large sofa she had been sharing with two others. "Wait, who is it that we're all staring at, exactly? That's definitely not a new student, right?"

[/color] she asked in a low, conspiratorial tone. Her question remained unanswered, though she refused to be rebuffed so. This time, she pulled her roommate in closer as she repeated her query. "Hey, who is she and what's so special that everyone's eyeballs are about pop out?"

Without tearing her eyes away one bit, the roommate answered."Someone said it's a new teacher. New as in brand new, hasn't even started her class yet- new."

"Oh really now? Do we even have a name yet? What's she doing here?"[/color]

"You think if I had the answers, we'd be sitting around like this?"

"Well do you think she might be living on this floor? Or what? She just came here for the free food like we did?"[/color]

"Heck if I know. Like I said, I wouldn't be doing this if I knew."

"Now who is she talking to though? Not EAT, that's for sure, or else we'd have seen her in class already. A 'lil greenhorn, almost literally."

A few of them narrowed their eyes as the exchange between Dianne and Charli went on. Their angle of sight wasn't particularly good, as they mostly only saw the back of the teacher's head and only occasionally a glimpse of the younger student she was conversing with. The loud chatter had died down quite noticeably, as more and more girls started watching from the corners of their eyes or observing just as shamelessly as the group she was in. Eva immediately perked up as Charli ended the casual banter and retreated from the refreshment tables. Had she suddenly noticed the immense pressure bearing down on her and decided to beat a hasty retreat? It was certainly a way to get herself well committed to memory. The demon dadao took this as her chance to leap into action before anyone else took the opportunity away from her. She slipped away from her post at the couch and half-ran, half-walked across the room, throwing a warning stare behind her all the while to clearly communicate to others, "back off".

Eva slowed her pace down as she approached Charli, and matched her speed so that they were walking side by side. "Hey," she spoke, her head slightly tilted towards the other girl. "What's the scoop on the new teacher? Looked like you were on her good side, so come on, spill! You gotta share the wealth here. Name's Eva. I haven't seen you around before so we can get a good thing going here."

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Vespera Velázquez

"Always ready to rock!"
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Wandering around aimlessly is something that seems happens to Vespera Velázquez when she is utterly confused. The Demon Bo-Staff had come here to see if any of her female classmates might be interested in trying out for her currently non-existent band, but being a girl herself she was immediately roped into this meeting nearly as soon as she walked through the door. On the one hand, this might be a great chance to make some friends instead of just doing a talent search, but on the other hand it might be incredibly awkward when someone asks her what room she's in and has to respond that she's got her own apartment.

Sure, it was nothing luxurious and actually quite small, but it meant she had all the closet space to herself! Out of her extensive wardrobe, she was wearing her usual outfit today as she looked for a place to sit. She was hoping to find a seat on its own, and she had found one, but at the same time she was eyeballing the food. She doesn't believe she's supposed to be here, but free food is free food, right? She quietly sidled over and grabbed a plate, then grabbed some cookies. In the process of this she overheard a conversation between what appeared to be a student and a teacher.

"I'm Prof- you know what? Just call me Dianne, alright? Dianne Ayers. The teacher with the short violet hair you'll recognize from anywhere,"

"Charli's the name. Funny thing about your hair, mine's green. We could start a club, a weird... colored hair... club,"

And that's when the question entered Vespera's head: "But is it their natural colors or do they dye their hair like I do...?" She glanced up at her bangs, still blue and not slowly reverting back to a brown/blonde mix. Coloring her hair was a multi-color process. To get this shade of blue she needed to turn her hair to blonde first, but it did last a very long time. Vespera quickly snapped out of this train of thought and moved to speak, but Charli had already moved away and another girl was going up to her. So that left Vespera to talk to... this teacher. She was nervous about it, but at least she had a topic to talk about. She inched a bit closer to Dianne and spoke up in her normal British accent.

"Hi... Miss Ayers was it? Um, I was wondering, is your hair naturally that color or do you dye it?" she asked nervously. Then, quickly realizing it might be insulting or invasive, she quickly added: "If you don't mind my asking, that is. Mine's dyed."

Charli

the genderbend

baby you're a firework. come on, let your colors burst

By the time Charli returned to the banquet area from the restroom the crowd around the buffet had depleted quite a bit. Now there were just a few students either late to the gathering of retrieving seconds. Her feet pitterpattered across the hard floor, she reached up and straightened her goggles and wiggled her pants down to rest on her hips. The small tank top clung to her stomach so she pulled it up by the thread and popped it three times to get it loose and air it out a bit. Food would be nice. The teacher she was talking to seemed to split, maybe she found someone else to talk to?

Once she arrived at the bar Charli carefully picked up a plate and carefully placed food upon it. After she had gotten what she wanted she grabbed a cup of.. something.. from the table and decided a spot near a wall looked comfy. All the tables seemed full and she would feel kinda awkward interrupting a conversation by plopping down unannounced. From that view point, Charli could take in a little bit of everyone. For one of the first times in her life she felt out of place and.. lonely. She didn't know anyone yet and everyone seemed like they were already such close friends.

Squatting down, she carefully placed her legs so that she was sitting Indian style on the cold floor. She placed her paper plate in front of her and picked up a chicken finger. She nibbled at it carefully, still completely lost in thought. In the bathroom, Charli had noticed her eyeliner was all under her eyes again. It always ended up that way and she didn't really mind it. But it probably looked weird to other people. Why did she even where the junk? Once she finished her first chicken finger Charli yawned widely. Maybe she should be heading in soon.