First Impressions {o}

[Sage Grayson]

Huffing and puffing, Sage let out a gust of air from her small chest as she glanced around the room. Majority of the kids had already found someone to talk to or were hanging against the wall looking like they’d rather been thrown into a tank filled with eels than be here. Groups and antisocial kids, two things that she wasn’t planning on tackling this afternoon. Unfortunately that also gave her nothing to do. A bit of disappointment crept into her chest, she had hoped to make a new friend or two with this whole ‘Meet and Greet’ deal but it was simply not meant to be.

Popping up on her tippy toes, Sage tried to scan the room again with fading hope that she somehow missed a person that was actually semi-friendly looking. With no luck and her toes beginning to ache she dropped back to her heels. “Time to chalk up another adventureless day,” She muttered under her breath with a shrug. Oh well, time to find something else to preoccupied her thoughts. And what was better to steal the attention of a growing teenager than food? Absolutely nothing. Even if it was suspicious school food which may or may not be a century and a half old.

Taking the risk of the million year old food, the blonde bounded over to the food table. In theory, she would have went right over without issues. Gather a little plate and evaluate every type of snack laid out on the table and grab a cute little cup of punch. Then, with her food in one hand and drink in the other make her way over to a seat to eat in peace. However, this was Klutzilla and nothing was ever that simple. Instead of smoothly walking over, the floor decided it was a good time for a hug and attempted to drag her down to its level with the help of its best friend gravity.

So, she went tumbling down. But, it doesn’t stop there. Being as graceful as she is, Sage reached out for the table which ended up being the worst idea she’s had so far today. As soon as she did her bright green eyes turned to slow motion mode; she watched as the various snacks seemed to sprout wings and begin to fly off the table only to quickly fall to the floor in a scattered array around her. Not only that but the punch also jumped out of its respective home and came down as a waterfall around Sage and the table. All this happened within a span of a few seconds until Sage was on the floor with her white uniform covered in red blotches and snacks scattered around her.

Blinking, she glanced around at the mess she created. It was safe to say that she stirred up things up a bit. She could hear some muffled laughter mixed with whispers of what happened. Well, if nothing productive came out of this at least she could say she knew how to make a first impression. Whether it was a bad first impression or a good one was still up in the air. Heaving a sigh, Sage began picking up some of the food that surrounded her. Caring more about that then what was on herself naturally. Half of her wished that someone would come along and help her out, then the other half highly doubted that would happen. “Oh well, gotta clean up your mistakes sometime,” She said to herself.

[Skyelar Falknor]

Skyelar pulled her coat around her a little tighter, her wings hidden under it. It was crowded, too crowded for her liking. She hated crowds, especially with her wings. If she didn't have wings it probably would not have been so bad, but the fact was that people liked to touch them. Touching her wings was not something she enjoyed people doing, so here she was, wrapped in a long coat to keep her wings out of sight and away from graby hands. At least she could keep her sanity that way. She wandered through the crowds, watching people silently from her small vantage point. Most of the students were quite a bit taller than her, then again she was on the younger end of the scale.

She had been avoiding the snack table, knowing she was going to be there for the rest of the day if she wandered over that direction. However, her stomach won out finally, her direction changing to that of the table only to see a girl headed over there. She blinked a few times as she watched the girl trip, her eyesight following the quick movements easily a she watched the food and punch go flying, a slight, saddened looking crossing her face for a moment. That was food and she was hungry, then again she was always hungry. She glanced around, noting the people jsut standing around, laughing at the poor girl and smiled a little, shaking her head. She was going to help her, her mind had been made up.

She slowly made her way over to the girl, swaying back and forth out of habit, something she did lazily while flying, and knelt next to the girl, picking up a random cupcake and setting it back on the table. "You look like you're not having the best day," she said with a smile. The bird kid was normally fairly friendly, so she want back to putting the food back on the table.

[Sage Grayson]

Sitting, still a bit stunned, in her sandcastle of snacks Sage couldn’t help but slowly start to laugh. She had always been a klutz, ever since she was knee high to a grasshopper incidents like this happened all the time. In fact, she had learned to laugh at herself even when others merely shook their heads or scoffed at her antics. The very same actions that majority of the students in the auditorium were partaking. Majority because there was an odd ball out there –besides Sage- who was working herself over to the giggle box on the floor, taking Sage by surprise.

Pausing in her action of picking up a handful of pretzels, Sage looked over the girl approaching her. She took in the short, choppy green hair and the long coat seemingly covering a rather large and bulgy looking thing on her back. Half of Sage’s mind began to wonder what they could be. Twin water guns positioned for attack, fluffy wings, or one of those awkward backpack under the jacket thingies… Nah, definitely not wings or a backpack, it totally had to be water guns. The other half was on a more normal track, the green hair girl was absolutely adorable and even looked like she was going to help her, even though Sage was getting the vibe that she didn’t want to be in the auditorium.

A wide smile broke out onto Sage’s face when the girl spoke up and returned a lost cupcake to its rightful home. Laughing a bit she shook her head and dumped the load in her hand into an empty bowl, “Actually, it’s kinda an average day for me.” Sage replied shifting to her knees, beginning to sweep up larger piles. “I’m kind of a klutzilla so messes like these are the norm. Maybe I just never found my land legs, or sea legs for that matter.” Setting the punch bowl and a few run away water bottles back up her green eyes looked over the girl once again, “Thanks… for helping me out or even acknowledging that I needed some help,” her smile softening a bit as she spoke.

[Skyelar Falknor]

Skyelar couldn't help but giggle a little as she stated it was an average day for her. Being a klutz was nothing new to the winged girl, she had been subject to it many times, including while in flight. She had been through many experiences where she was distracted for a millisecond and flew head first into a tree branch or something else of the sort. Hell, one crash had shredded her tank top, which had been an extremely embarrassing moment for her. She felt herself that it was more embarrassing than snacks being thrown off a table, after all she had been in only a sports bra at that point, who wouldn't be embarrassed?

She smiled a little and continued to help the girl put things back on the table, noting the punch splotches that would obviously be stains. Skyelar gave a curt nod as she was thanked for helping, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. "Of course! I couldn't just leave ya to fend for yourself, it wouldn't feel right to me. Plus, I'm a bit of a klutz myself, I can relate to the situation on more than one or two accounts." She placed a few more of the treats back on the table, looking at what was there and still edible. Sadly, most of the treats had fallen to the ground, which was a little disappointing to the girl. She heard her stomach growl, glancing down at it with a sigh, collecting the rest of what was within reach and setting them on the table.

"I...need to make a note to not let the Student Council President select table clothes for snack tables next time. I knew something like this would happen." She laughed a bit, pushing herself back to her feet and offering a hand to the other girl. "Maybe next time you wont find yourself covered in punch, instead only have a few bruises," she stated playfully, wanting to try to lighten the mood a bit.

[Sage Grayson]

Laughter bubbled from Sage’s lips as the other girl declared herself a fell klutz. “Well, it’s good to know I’m not alone then.” She smiled warmly up at the other girl. “This,” She gestured to the mess around her, “normally happens once or twice a week. At least.” Shaking her head lightly she continued to clean up. Straightening up slightly she looked around and sighed a bit. Icing in places it shouldn’t be, cracker crumbs scattered about, and droplets of punch just about everywhere. It certainly was a fantastic way to make a first impression. At least this way people won’t forget her easily, well, maybe not for a day or two anyway.

Green eyes flickered to the other girl and nodded a bit, “That suggestion might take you places in the world of the student council. It will most definitely make you popular among fellow kultzes to save them from the dark claws of embarrassment.” Sage smiled widely before turning her eyes to the table cloth. It most certainly would not be useable again. However, it did make a lovely piece of abstract art. Hey, maybe that was what Sage could do when she finally grew up! Whenever that would be, definitely not for another hundred years or so. But when she did! Art was clearly calling her name.

Looking back to the green hair girl, Sage took her hand and hopped up. “Thank ya, M’am!” She replied with a small dip of her head. “New bruises are always welcomed to my grand collection. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m not completely black and blue yet.” Rubbing the back of her head she looked down at herself, “Mind if we skip out on the rest of the meet and greet? I’d kinda like to head back to the dorms but there’s a pretty good chance I’ll get lost on the way. Would you mind helping me out one more time today?” She questioned, smiling softly at the girl.