My people skills are fine...ish (open)

[Carter Roth]

A meet and greet. A mandatory meet and greet. I already know enough people, dammit. Yes while Carter was generally a nice person, she got a little peeved when she was specifically told to meet new people when she already did that just fine on her own. Though her peevishness might also be due to the fact that she couldn't blow the whole thing off. She was stuck in here till they decided to let the students out a la release the hounds style. Everyone would probably stampede their way out, either fed up with the forced social time or relieved to be let out after being cooped up with so many strangers. Though invariably some would be sad, actually enjoying the function.

In fact if it wasn't for the lovely detail that this shindig was held first thing in the morning, she might have had a little fun. But since it was, Carter was not happy. She could be a morning person on the rare day, but mostly she was the "don't talk to me before I have my coffee" girl. As it stood now she was still half asleep, coffee-less, and verging on annoyed and she hadn't even talked to anyone yet except some light chatter with the people she did know. The worst part? She had to be decked out in full Ashford Academy regalia. Blouse, blazer, and...skirt. Though she wasn't as anti-dress and anti-skirt as she was when she was little, she still wasn't over the moon she had to wear one every day. She usually changed into a pair of shorts the first chance she got after the last bell rung.

This is gonna suuuck. Carter looked around at the crowded auditorium as she pulled her blue hair into a messy, pastel bun. The last she needed at the moment was her hair getting into her face and annoying her more. Alright I know them, I know them, I know them....Turns out the mandatory meet and greet had yet another mandatory part; talk to the new students or else.  So here Carter was, trying to look like she didn't completely not want to be here, and looking for students that didn't look familiar in the slightest. She was honestly hoping that one would take the initiative and come up to her to save her the trouble of weeding one out but the chance of that happening was slim to none.

Finally! During another of her bored looks around the room she spotted what looked like a new student. She grinned in victory before heading over to them. "Hey. New I'm guessing?" See? She could be nice without her coffee. For the time being anyway and providing whoever she just went up to wasn't a complete jerk.

[Camila Reyes]

It was eight o’clock in the morning. Eight o’clock in the effing morning and they had dragged her out of bed why? True, she would have gotten up anyway for classes, but she had barely started changing before Carter told her that they had to go to the auditorium. She had just stared at her roommate as if she had said she actually liked math or something. Camila and Carter had been living in the same room for several months, and they sort of knew each other’s habits. They both needed their caffeine in the morning in order to function and or be kind to others, depending on which young lady a particular person was talking to. Carter needed coffee like Camila needed tea, but neither of them got what they wanted that morning. Camila had decided to just clamp her mouth shut and dress herself, huffing at the length of her skirt. It was perfect, except for the fact that she looked like some kind of Japanese schoolgirl. Her skirt barely covered her thighs and the top button of her shirt was refusing to button. She looked at herself in the mirror, pulling the horrid white blazer over the crimson shirt. Whose idea was it to mix white, black and red, seriously? she thought grumpily, slamming the door shut behind her and she followed her roommate out, albeit at a distance. Even after her stitches had been taken out, it was hard for Camila to move as fast as she had before. I guess a fight for your life will do that to ya’...

The auditorium doors seemed to sense her anger and irritation, and it closed with a loud bang behind. The loud noise caused her to jump a few feet in the air and very nearly made her trip and fall. The loud slamming had also drawn the attention of nearly all the students and she looked out to witness a sea of surprised expressions. Her eyebrow twitched a little, but she shook her head and continued on. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself. She did not want to be noticed, because she was at her worst. She had barely slept two hours the previous night, thanks to nightmares and her body refusing to let her sleep, which was bad enough in itself. That compounded with her lack of a caffeine infused drink did not equal a happy Reyes. She elbowed her way through the crowd, nodding politely to fellow battle front members and a few neutral friends too. She would never admit it out loud, but she wondered if Stephen was somewhere in that clusterf*** of a crowd. I didn’t even know there were this many people here, she thought to herself, grumbling as she was nearly shoved into one of the auditorium chairs. Her eye twitched and she whipped around to face the person as she spoke loudly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Oi, watch were you’re going, a**hole!”

Camila whipped back around and started walking around again, looking for a familiar head of pastel blue hair. Carter was hard to miss, especially in a sea of nameless faces. She honestly wondered why they had forced everyone to come. They had the prefects and the student council at their disposal. Why the hell did they need the rest of the students? She could tell there was something not right, but she knew better than to question the government. She was still waiting to have her jack***of a brother explain why he needed to commit two counts of felony murder in order to detain her and ship her off to Ashford. Or, better yet, she could question why the hell he gave her a locket on which an untruth was printed. “I love you?” Bull. Absolute bull. It did not really matter anymore, because she had yanked the locket off her necklace chain and stored it in a drawer. She was going to chuck into the ocean as far as she could, hoping to never see it again. That hunk of metal reminded her of too much pain and she was going to get rid of it… Whenever the adults decided to let her out of the freaking building! She shook her head, placing her hands behind her head and lacing her fingers together. The least she could do to humor them was act like she did not care. As she stumbled along, she pulled her long, chocolate brown hair into a ponytail, her sapphire eyes scanning around to find some familiarity in a sea of anonymity and strange faces. She thought she saw the leprechaun floating around somewhere, but she supposed there would be time to talk to him and some of the others later. She spotted a familiar blue and pushed her way through the crowd, getting nasty stares from some and curses from other, to which she responded with a roll of her sapphire eyes. She muttered ‘f*** off’ under her breath and came to a stop beside Carter. She let out a soft sigh; how was Carter able to even function at the moment? She could barely go a minute without cursing; internally or otherwise. She pasted a smile on her face and nodded to the new student, hoping that she was not going to lose her cool too quickly.

“I don’t think I’ve seen your face before. Welcome to hell, where the food sucks and the classes are boring as anything. On the bright side, though, most people here are nice. The name’s Camila. Also, I’m sorry in advance if I say anything stupid or get ticked off easily. I’m miserable without my caffeine.”

This sort of greeting would not have been typical of Camila before late June. She was trying to turn over a new leaf after losing two of her close friends. They had both seen something in her that she had not seen in herself and she hoped that being nicer to others would show her what she was missing when she looked in the mirror. After a moment, she let out a soft puff of air and smiled a little, though it was less forced than the one before she spoke. She almost felt bad for the student, they seemed so overwhelmed in a sea of faces.

[Deleted]

It was the noises especially that threw him off, ever since the day they carted him away from that blood soaked room, throughout the phases, they classified him and categorized him as one of those abused individuals. Creating persona's to keep themselves safe, either way, he answered everything that was asked of him as close to the truth as he knew it. Though that didn't really help when he didn't quite understand it all himself. Marked as dangerous, he was still brought to the same place as every other Gifted individual on the planet. An Island with everyone else, as if they could live in peace or something, but Adrian knew the truth, as a murderer, it was obviously a prison, otherwise he would be in chains elsewhere.

Sighing, the world coming back into focus, as colors and sounds edged him closer to the edge of crying, in a uniform that fit him like a glove, his violet and blue streaked hair flailing widely and if he weren't wearing pants. One could very well mistake him for being female student. Looking down with a neutral look, his handsome features making him the target of whispers and his crystalline eyes marking him as a beautiful freak. Then again, he liked how his eyes looked, most people did, so when he turned them to those whom spoke to him, his lips quivered lightly. The smell of vanilla drifting off him as he tried to smile, taking slow deep breaths, a hand reaching up to hold his other arm close to him. Glancing between the two individuals whom had been first to actually trade words with him.

"Um... yes... hello, I'm... new..."

Looking between the two girls nervously, though he stood a height of 6'1", he seemed so very small whenever he spoke softly in that lilting almost sing song voice of his, though what tipped the scale was the French accent that fit his sleek body and features. If he were a bit more comfortable with crowds, he would have spoken up, however right now, there wasn't much point to it, without letting his mind drift back to his old habits.

"My names, Theroux, Adrian Theroux... and... it doesn't sound that bad, honestly"

His eyes almost sparkling as he tilted his head, trying to stay positive in this abysmal situation. He didn't really mind being trapped, he was more afraid of being a danger to more normal people. While his life wasn't quite that bad, he was still a very dangerous person through no fault of his own. Or so he believed, then again, the choice was his back then, so there was only one way to proceed and that was to live with the consequences.