Unfamiliar Surroundings (OPEN)

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked a few times as she slowly made her way down the hallways, her hand brushing against the wall as she walked, looking for some indication as to where she was, her bag being pulled behind her by her other hand. Why had they not asked anyone to show her to her room? Did the school not realize how hard it would be for her in unfamiliar surroundings to find her way? She sighed a bit and leaned against the wall, her hand trailing down to the walking cane that was folded up and hanging from her belt. She was lost, there was no denying it. Where was she even at in the school? She could tell that there were doors at regular intervals, but other than that there was nothing to tell her where she was.

She had felt the shapes of numbers on a few of the doors too, but she couldn't tell if that was classroom numbers or something else. She sighed softly as she closed her useless eyes, trying to think of where to go. She hadn't heard anyone even in the hallways so she could only assume that either classes were in session or people were off doing whatever people did on what she had been told was an island. She sighed a bit, scratching her head in slight frustration. What was she supposed to do? The girl glanced up, looking around in her world of darkness before continuing on her way. She adjusted her fedora, nestling it gently on her head, trying to get it as straight as possible by touch alone. Where was everyone? She needed help, she hated to admit it but she did. Without anyone around to help her she was lost, especially since she knew nothing about the layout of the school.

"Che palle..."

[Quinn Kavanah]

Quinn sighed as she left her dorm, carrying her Highland bagpipes. She was heading out into the courtyard to play for a bit, as she hadn't done so for a while. Suddenly, movement up ahead got Quinn's attention. There was a girl walking down the hallway and, judging by the way she was feeling the doors, she was both blind and lost. She was a little bit shorter than Quinn and had strawberry-blonde hair. Feeling that she should say something in case the girl hurt herself, she spoke up as the girl said something in what sounded like French.

"Could ya repeat that, preferably in English or Irish. I'm not so good wit French."  Quinn's strong Irish accent contrasted strongly with the girl's French-sounding one.

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked as she heard footsteps heading downt he hall way, inwardly thanking her luck for finally turning around. There were people out and about, and this made the girl extremely happy. She wasn't alone! She could finally talk to someone and figure out where she was. She had been wandering aimlessly for the past few hours, hearing just one soul in the huge school was nice. She couldn't help but smile in their direction, the relief evident on her features. When they spoke she didn't even flinch at the words being mistaken for French the way she normally would have. She was just relieved to have finally met someone else in the expanse that was the school.

"Salut!" she exclaimed a little too excitedly. She was happy to just have human contact, she could care less about what they thought of her, especially if they had pieced together the obvious signs that pointed towards her being blind. She bounced a little, though her left hand never left the wall as she stared in the other girl's general direction. "It is not French, but Italian. I may 'ave been raised in Paris but my fazer was raised in Rome." She nodded in confirmation of her own statement before standing the bag up behind her, scratching her head a little in embarrassment. "Madame, I seem to be a little lost. Could you possibly point me in ze direction of..." She fished around in her pocket, looking for a piece of paper she had been given. It didn't have braille on it so she had absolutely no idea what it said, but she assumed it was the room number she had been assigned. The school probably wasn't accustomed to students who had nothing to compensate for a handicap like her's so there wasn't really much she could blame them for.

She held out the piece of paper, which read "Dorm Room: 310", and continued her question. "...what zis paper says? I would like to get settled down at some point today and you are ze first person I 'ave ran into." In the back of her mind she hoped that her own accent wasn't making things too difficult on the other girl, she sounded Irish so she wasn't sure what to think of her yet, but if she helped her that would be all the better in her eyes.

[Quinn Kavanah]

Quinn smiled back at the girl, even though she knew she couldn't see it. She was glad the girl seemed friendly, although this may have come down to relief at having found someone with a pair of working eyes to help her. Quinn mentally kicked herself at having mistaken Italian for French. She really was not good with languages. "Right. Sorry 'bout tat. Like I said before, I'm no good wit languages, apart from English and Irish. Both of me parents are Irish."

Quinn tried her hardest not to laugh when the blonde girl referred to her as "Madame". Even though it was acceptable in France, it sounded totally ridiculous to the Irish girl. "Probably should tell ya my name. It's Quinn. It's probably not a good idea ter use those titles 'round some of te other students. They'll tink yer a bit daft. Te Prefects and teachers won't mind, though." 

Quinn walked over to the girl as she held out a bit of paper. She made sure that all the pipes on her bagpipes, minus the chanter, were over her shoulder and tried not to hit the blind girl with them. "Well yer in te right place. Tis is where te girl's dorms are. All we gotta do is find Room Tree-hundred and ten, which is yer room."

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked at the girl a few times, confused by the statement. Would she really be viewed as daft for using the titles she grew up using? It was just the average way she addressed people, so saying she'd be seen as daft boggled to her young mind. How was she supposed to address people she didn't know then? She didn't have any other way to do so. She thought about this carefully, taking in the girl's name, a look of puzzlement crossing her delicate features. Wouldn't her obvious French accent give away the reason behind her using the titles?

She didn't understand, but that was beside the point, the girl had introduced herself so it was Eveline's turn to do the same. "Salut, Quinn, my name is Eveline, Eveline Crystal," she said with a smile, trying to shake off her confusion over the comment. Push away the comment and move onto something else? It was something she wasn't used to, her hot headed nature having always made it difficult. She, however, seemed to at least be succeeding at the moment.

She tilted her head a little as she was told she was in the right place. So her random wandering had brought her to the right building at least, that meant something. Now where was she supposed to go from here? She looked down at the paper in her hand, blinking at it. If only she could actually see, this would have been so much easier without her handicap. Wait, the other girl said we. Did that mean that she was going to help her? If so this had to be a best moment on the island so far. "So you will 'elp me find my room? Merci, merci! It is much appreciated." She smiled in the girl's direction, reaching to her hip with her left hand, which had finally left the wall, and snapped the walking cane out, felling it snap into shape with a quick flick of her wrist. She stood there, holding it by her side, patiently waiting for her to start guiding her in the direction of the room she would be occupying, for how long she didn't know but she was going to take things one step at a time.

[Quinn Kavanah]

Quinn smiled at the blonde girl, apparently called Eveline. Pretty name. "Nice ter meet ya, Eveline." Quinn's Irish accent made the French name sound a bit odd. She wanted roll her eyes skywards when Eveline was surprised that she wanted to help but thought better of it.

"Sure I'll help. It's either tat or let one of te Prefects find ya and they're bastards at te best of times. Yer welcome." Quinn looked at the numbers on the doors. They were in the 320's, so they had to head back up the hall. Quinn glanced at Eveline as the blonde girl got out her cane. She turned around and began to walk back up the hall, thankful for her combat boots, as they made a decent amount of noise.

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked as she said something about Prefects being bastards. What was that supposed to mean? Other than the lack of human contact she had yet to run into anyone truly rude or mean. She blinked a few times, thinking on this before shaking it off, figuring she could mull over it some more once she got to her room, which from the tell tale sound of boots was happening now. She followed the sound, tapping her cane gently along the ground in front of her, keeping close to the wall as she walked.

She tilted her head as she thought, mulling over the statement that had been stated, despite having tried to push it to the back of her mind. She doubted they could all be bastards, after all they were supposed to be essentially the police, right? It wasn't like they were nothing but police brutality, at least she didn't think so. She knew very little about the school after all, other than she was there because apparently she was not fully human. "I am sure zat not all of ze Prefects are bastards...right?"

[Quinn Kavanah]

Quinn stopped dead in her tracks at Eveline's comment. Clearly, the blonde girl hadn't run into any Prefects, or else had no clue how things worked here. Quinn spun around to face Eveline, her bagpipes bashing against the wall as she did so. She briefly checked for any damage to them before looking at Eveline again.

"Ya wouldn't be sayin' tat if ya had met one of em. Some of em are polite to a certain point, but te most of em are just gobshites abusin' te power te government has given em. I don't trust em as far as I could trow em." Quinn turned around once more and continued walking, trying to keep her fiery Irish temper in check.

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked and shied away from the sudden pouring out about Prefects. She hadn't heard much about them herself and could care less about the different sides of conflict or anything, but the way Quinn had just explained them made it sound like She didn't trust them, but was that really something she needed to listen to? How could she form an opinion without even having spent her own time forming an opinion. She closed her eyes, calming herself a bit before looking back in the girl's general direction. How was she supposed to respond?

She was going to respond in a way that made sense to her, she didn't know the people yet, quickly catching up to the girl who had started walking as she was taking a moment. She walked silently fro a moment, her cane tapping along. "I...zink I will wait until I can deduct what zey are like for myself. I would razer make my own deductions zan listen to a single person,." she said softly, almost timidly. She didn't want another outburst, it had somewhat scared the young girl. Sure, she put on a tough act but she was barely fourteen, she was stilla child in most aspects.

[Quinn Kavanah]

Quinn glanced back at Eveline, who had caught up to her. She knew the blonde girl had a point, but having her face scarred at the hands of the government has made her feel otherwise. Quinn shook her head and thought about her reply. The last thing she wanted was to scare Eveline with another outburst, but the blind girl needed to know how things worked here.

"Fair enough. Just bear in mind tat tere is such a ting as bein' too trustin'. Tere are some people who'll take advantage of tat and ya could end up scarred like me, or worse." Quinn kept her temper in check during her little speech but told it like it is.

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked a few times in the girl's general direction. What did scars even look like? She tilted her head a little, thinking carefully on the subject for a moment, her eyes closed. There was no real point in the girl saying anything more on the subject, she didn't want to know more about the subject yet. She wanted to work on her own to find the answer, she didn't feel that listening to other's opinions all the time was a good choice. She shrugged off the thoughts, looking back up, brushing her hand against the wall a little, feeling for the doors, trying to place the increments at which she would need to count.

She paused again, this time to ask a question unrelated to the different factions she had heard talk about. "What is zis school even 'ere for anyways? Would it not be easier for each nation to 'ost a school zemselves? Why ship us all to the same place? It seems like it would not be zat efficient." She was curious by nature, whether or not that was a good thing she'd let other people decide, but she wanted to know the facts no matter how they would affect her own outlook on the situation.

[Quinn Kavanah]

Quinn couldn't help but laugh at Eveline's next questions. She thought the first was so obvious and she hadn't really thought about the other two. Quinn shook her head and waited until she had regained her composure before answering the blind girl.

"Haven't ya worked it out yet? It's supposed ter be a school fer te gifted. In otter words, it's a bloody prison fer people wit powers. Sure it would be easier but te government doesn't care 'bout what's easy. Well, it's efficient enough fer keepin' us away from te rest of te human race, which is what te government wants."

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked at the laughter, having not thought her question was funny or a joke. It was a serious question, though the first of the tree was more to confirm what she had gathered up to that point. She waited patiently for the other girl to calm down, her head tilting curiously as she waited. She heard the girl finally calm down a bit, tapping her foot somewhat impatiently. Eveline gave a sidelong glance to the wall, wondering how much longer they had to walk before reaching the room, she did want to at least get a little settled, no matter how hard such a feat would be.

She looked back to Quinn as she spoke, listening to her, noting the way she had called the school a prison. She guessed that meant that she'd be stuck away from her parents for a while. "So it is essentially what I zought it was, zough I 'ad not considered it a prison." She tapped the wall a few times, feeling for the doors again, having been distracted by her own thoughts. "Are we almost zere? I 'ave 'ad a long day and would like to rest."

[Quinn Kavanah]

Quinn looked at Eveline again. She stared at the blind girl with an incredulous look on her face. Quinn shook her head, knowing that Eveline was new and no idea how horrible this place could be.

"Prison, hell-hole, waking nightmare. Te list is endless. Yer just lucky ya got here in one of te quiet moments." She walked over to one of the doors as the blind girl seemed anxious to get to her room. "Tis is room tree-hundred and ten. Ya might want to feel te door so ya will be familiar wit where it is. My dorm's just up te hall so just holler if ya need anytin'." Quinn opened the door and waited for Eveline to find her room.

[Eveline Crystal]

Eveline blinked as she spoke, listening closely. It was obvious that she had been there for at least a few months, if not more so it was good for her to at least try to listen to her. She heard the girl say that they were at her room, a soft sigh of relief escaping her. Her feet were starting to ache and she really just wanted to lay down for a little bit. It had been a tiring day and she needed a chance to just relax and collect her thoughs. She heard the door open, walking in it's direction and navigating her way into the doorway before turning around, giving a curt bow before speaking up one final time.

"Merci, merci. I appreciate ze 'elp. I will keep your offer in mind, madame. I need to get off my feet and relax, it 'as been a long day. I 'ope to run into you again." she stated, offering a friendly smile before reaching for the door, finding it after a few moments and closing it behind her as she made her way into the room.