A Not So Pleasant Introduction (Open)

[Camila Reyes]

“Well, are you going to let me out of these now, or what?”

The statement that slipped through her lips was clipped and rude, which visibly irritated the man shoving her into the courtyard. She saw him reach down and heard a ‘click’, indicating that she was finally free from her bindings. She turned around to send a smirk in his direction, noting the damage she had done to his lower lip. Nice job, she thought, preventing herself from nodding. Of course, she was used to the backlash of punching someone in the face. She snorted to herself, shaking her head this time. That bully deserved it, she thought with a scowl. A snapping noise broke her out of her trip down memory lane and her sapphire eyes shifted up to look the sharp-dressed worker in the eyes.

“I suggest you show the people here more respect than you showed me… Otherwise, you’ll be sorry…”

She sneered silently at the agent as he walked away after giving her a warning. She mumbled curses under her breath, looking at her pale wrists, which were now black and blue thanks to the handcuffs that had been on her a moment ago. She twisted her wrists a little, trying to see if they still moved. Thankfully, they turned the way they were supposed to and she could see the barely visible tendons move beneath her flexing digits. She huffed as she turned around to head toward the set of towering, brick buildings that had been behind her. This seems more like a prison than a school, she thought to herself, the scowl from earlier still tugging at the corner of her lips. All of the buildings looked the same and, if it were not for the signs posted for the new students’ conveniences, she would have surely wandered into the boys’ dorms. She rolled her sapphire eyes, her right hand grasping onto the backpack strap on her shoulder as she started to walk in the direction of the girls’ dorms. However, on her way there, she walked right into someone and fell backwards onto the pavement of the courtyard.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, asshole!”

Her scowl seemed to deepen and she placed both of her hands on her hips. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the person who had walked into her. One thing was for sure, she was not about to be pushed around anymore. She had been pushed around her entire life and she was done with it. She was going to live the way she wanted and if someone hated her for it, then that was fine, because she could hate them right back. I refuse to be a plaything, something to be tossed aside when a new model comes out, she thought indignantly, trying to prevent her inner seething from slipping out into the open. She refused to display her inner emotions for everyone else to see; the last time she had done so, she was taken advantage of. She shook her head, keeping her arms crossed at she continued glowering.

"Who are you anyway?"

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Relax?  That was an odd word to use at the end of a tour, especially with this place.  How was he supposed to relax when he was stranded alone on an island where everyone seemed like they had a stick up their-- Well, who seemed suspicious of each other to say the least.  He'd seen several fights break out on the tour alone, and one fight ended by someone who was called a 'Prefect'.  God only knew what changes he'd go through living in a place like this, and only He knew if he'd survive.  Still, he found himself in a place where such a thing had been possible.  The teen sighed, grass green orbs staring at the dark black of the sky, the oak brown of his hair falling back into the grass.  A grunt escaped him as he sat up, his black jacket hanging loosely to expose the white t-shirt he wore beneath.  He'd been having a nice nap, for what it was worth, until he'd heard something come from the darkness.  Despite the lights coming from sporadic lamps along the walkway, he couldn't see what had made the noise clearly, just two forms.

He pushed off the ground, standing shakily.  How long had he been out?  Guess the trip had been a little more for him than he'd wagered.  With a small shake of his head, he closed his eyes, making his way to the light he could see behind his lids.  He squinted, placing a hand on the lamp post to steady himself.  The air was chilly-- he didn't like it.  He'd have much rather preferred the heat to the cold any day, but that's what he got for sleeping outside.  He looked over in the direction of the figures-- but they had disappeared.  All the better.  With that he moved to the center of the sidewalk to feel something bump into him from the side.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, asshole!”

He stopped and looked down to the figure on the ground.  A girl was sitting there with one of the biggest frowns he'd ever seen in his life.  A hand lifted to brush a strand of brown hair out of his eyes.  He didn't say anything at first, not that the female didn't have more to say... not that she'd get a response from him there either.  Instead, he offered her a gloved hand.

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[Camila Reyes]

The last thing on the girl's mind was being calm and relaxing. Of course, doing so would have greatly helped her powers, but that fact did not cross her mind at the time. All she wanted was to be let free of the stupid handcuffs that she knew were bruising her fair wrists. She looked down at her bruised hands, also noticing the scab on her knuckles from when she gave the agent who had just freed her a piece of her mind. She suppressed a sigh, scanning the courtyard before looking at the brick building again. No matter how many times I look at it, it still looks like a prison, she thought with a scowl present upon her dark pink lips. Her right hand moved itself against the familiar fabric of her backpack as her lips wanted to defy her and turn up into a small smile. At least you have something from home, right? a little voice inside her said. Oh please, don't give me that. They never cared, she thought back, crossing her arms over her chest. After a moment, her hand went back to the backpack strap and she began to walk.

She sighed, looking at the clock on the tower nearby. It read 8:05 and she vaguely remembered that curfew was at nine. She had to hold back a snort; the normal curfew was 11, but she supposed that someone in this freak show turned into a werewolf or something after then. Well, even if nothing of the sort happened, she would not have been surprised that the curfew was early. Just another way the freaking government controls us, she thought, scowling once again. If any stranger could see the young woman's face, they could probably tell that she was not the most pleasant of people. In fact, the girl herself would agree and then tell the stranger to take a hike. There were many reasons why she was so bitter, but laying out her psyche for everyone to see was not an option as of her arrival. She figured one day she could tell someone something in confidence, but she was always wary and trusted no one. A little part of her wondered why she was always this way, but the larger part of her said to just ignore her the little whiner of an inner voice and just move on. It was rather dark out and the lamps along the sidewalk flickered, so she did not see the young man that stood up from the grass and walked into her.

She watched the young man do something before extending his hand to her. She narrowed her eyes at him, the scowl still tugging at the corner of her lips. She reluctantly took his hand and pushed herself up, dusting dead grass off of the ugly skirt she was wearing. She had willingly put on the uniform during the trip over to the school. She had figured it was easier not to fight the people that had already put her in shackles like some kind of criminal. She barely heard the young man's apology as the memory played in her head, making her grit her teeth. Stupid government. Stupid parents. Stupid brother, she thought to herself, repressing the urge to smack or punch something. Just thinking about home made her want to blow a metaphorical gasket.

"It's fine, I guess. But, you didn't answer my question... Who the hell are you?"

Part of her really hoped the boy she was speaking to was some kind of authority figure, so she could give them a whereto and a what for. The other part of her hoped he wasn't because she did not want to cause trouble on the first day. No harm in stirring the pot. It's all good, clean fun here anyway, she thought, chiding the small, inner voice. It was at that moment that she noticed her hand was still loosely wrapped around his and she pulled it away with great haste. She blinked, waiting for an answer to her question, tapping her toe lightly with impatience.

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This sort of thing was just his luck. Not only had he been forced into human interaction in the first few minutes of consciousness, but he'd also been in contact with said human he was interacting with. Not that he was afraid of contact per se-- he was just adverse to it... a 'preference' if you will. The glove did end up shielding him as she put a fragile, yet surprisingly strong hand in his. It took only a little effort to help her stand, but he couldn't help but think she looked rather amusing in her disapproval. He wasn't the best person at reading situations, he knew this. He had read books on social interaction and proper social etiquette on the way here to try to overcome this weakness. Even so, he couldn't help but get the vibe that she didn't want anything to do with him. No, that wasn't right. She seemed... guarded for some reason... not unfriendly, but distant. He didn't say anything to the girl, but looked at her calmly, studying her for a moment before raising an eyebrow. She was slow to catch on, but released his hand a little hurriedly once she realized she was still holding it.

"I'm... no one of consequence." He stated, obviously avoiding the question. "More important is that you're unhurt."

It had looked like a painful fall, especially that it was concrete that caught her. His normally stoic face couldn't hide the mild concern he held for her.  His eyes glanced back down at her wrists which still showed the signs of the cuffs she had worn.  His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darted in the direction he'd seen her and the figure moments before.  "Hmm..."  The sound was more throaty, a dark rumbling that emitted from him.  He looked in the direction for a moment longer, ensuring he hadn't missed him in the shadows before looking back to her.  "What happened to your wrists?"  He asked, his face still harsh from concern.  "You should get that looked at..."  The thought infuriated him that someone could have deliberately treated her in a way that had hurt her.  It was starting to make a little more sense, the way she was acting.  Though, he wasn't one to jump to conclusions...  He had an idea of what could have made marks on her wrists like that, but it was a possibility he didn't want to consider.

[Camila Reyes]

The young woman did not seem like she was in the mood for human interaction herself. In all honesty, she did not really want to be anywhere near the campus in general. She would rather suffer, bouncing all over the area she used to live in until she aged out. She noted that he was wearing gloves and wondered why he was doing so. Though the brunette looked frail, she could pack a punch when she really wanted to. She had split a grown man's lip on her way to the school and would not deny it if asked. She did have social skills, but they had eroded due to disappointment and anger. She always kept a guard around her, to prevent herself from being upset or disappointed anymore. It was one of the reasons she did not make as many friends as the other students at the school. It was not that she did not want to, it was that she could not. She narrowed her sapphire eyes at him, aware that he was watching her. She observed him slightly as well, since the slight shift in position, she could see him better. He had brown hair and wore a white shirt under a black jacket. He seemed curious about her and she almost wanted to appease him and tell him something, but she decided that was against her better judgement.

"Fair enough. If you're no one of consequence, then neither am I. And yes, I'm fine."

She glanced at her wrists, turning them around when she freed her hand from his grasp. The black-and-blue marks ticked her off a little, but she had gotten over it. The concrete had not hurt her much, at least, not more than anything else she had even smacked into or been hit by. The young woman was not exactly the most graceful person in the world. She would often be the one tripping or falling without anyone's help. His questions confused her and she looked at him with one eyebrow furrowed while the other was raised. At his suggestion, she shook her head. The last thing she wanted to do was cause anyone any trouble. She chewed on her lower lip, looks at her wrists again. The bruises were just that, bruises. There were no cuts because she had not struggled while she was being transported.

"I was restrained on the way here. I'm fine, really. Why do you care so much, anyway?"

She shook her head, rolling her eyes a little bit. She had not meant to come off so rude, but she was very aware that her statement was clipped. She apologized quietly, rubbing her forehead; she almost felt bad for snapping at him. It was not his fault they had treated her like a prisoner on the way. Honestly, she was not angry, she knew that they were just doing their jobs. Sure, she did not like it, but she begrudgingly understood.

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[/i]do I care so much?  

It was a valid question she posed.  After all, he himself was used to animosity from others.  Even at his old school, it'd been filled with people who were terrified of him, their parents warning them that he was a freak and not to be trusted.  It was likely that this girl had faced the same treatment and because of that was more weary of people.  A hand rose and touched the metal pendant hanging around his neck.  Still, he'd just met the girl and already he was acting as though he'd known her for a long, long time.  Maybe it was just that he'd never really talked to people that much... maybe it was the circumstances with which she'd be brought to this place as well...  or it could have been--  no.  That was impossible.  Whatever the case, he'd always been one to care about others.  It was one of the reasons he'd gotten into trouble so often as a kid.  He raised his eyebrow at her mimicked greeting.  He gave her an understanding, though disapproving, look before attempting to brush the annoying strand of hair from his face again.

"I care because it's right."  He stated like it should have been obvious, a little worried that she'd fallen a little harder than he'd originally thought.  "You make it seem like it's a bad thing." He let out a sharp breath as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, hiding the fact they'd clenched into fists.  "Whoever did that to you shouldn't have been so rough."  He frowned, thinking to himself.  After a moment, he nodded his head in the direction he was gonna be moving.  "Come on.  It's not safe to be outside at night by yourself.  Besides, we need to ice your wrists... There should be some in the cafeteria."  He thought out loud, explaining to her his idea.  "Unless..."  He paused, stopping in his tracks, his eyes narrowing a little.  "You'd rather I not care."'[/ul][/ul][/font]

[Camila Reyes]

She was a very jaded young lady, in all honesty. She had been treated differently after her freshman year of high school, specifically after her powers came in. Of course, no one really knew about them, but it seemed as though they did. It certainly did not help that she was deprived of the affection she so desired. She was surprised that she was not more “messed up”, though she supposed things could have been worse. She did not starve or have to live in an overcrowded house, so life had been much better for her than for some people in the world. She shook her head, suddenly feeling guilty. How could she complain when there were others living in a darker world than her own. She blinked slowly, watching him brush a strand of hair from his face. She mimicked his gesture, seeing as a small piece of hair had fallen out of her ponytail and she wanted it out of her face. She tilted her head at his statement, her eyebrows furrowing.

“I-I’m just not used to people caring…”

Her face expressed genuine confusion and her voice reflected the same. She looked at her bruised wrists with a shrug. While it was slightly annoying to have them on her wrists, she was not really all that angry. The young man seemed to be more angry at the people who had transported her. She shrugged. She probably was not anything more than an animal to the people who brought her here; a calf or sheep to be led to the slaughter. Of course, they were going to fatten her up before “killing” her, but she did not want to think about dying. The fear that crept up her spine nearly made her shiver, though she did not say anything. She tried to bury the thought deep in her head, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched him jerk his head in the direction opposite of where she had come from. She approached him warily, blinking.

“Erm, I guess I should take some kindness while I can get it…”