'Splorin' the Grounds

[The Ra]

A blonde girl could be seen from all around wondering that school grounds as if searching for something that wasn't there. It was a game of hers. Gwen would dress rather plainly and go outside and start searching.

Everywhere.

Everywhere for nothing. It was just something to do to pass the time, but you never know what you may find. Of course, the girl had never found anything of great expense, but it was the little things that count, no? Everyone thought that she was a snobby little rich girl who always got her way, which she was some of the time, that as it be, she was jsut a normal girl.


After twenty minutes of scounting behind random rocks, trees, and boulders, Gwen thought of resting on one of the many dry patches in view of the lake. Her classes were pretty much done for the day, so why not?

Maybe she'd actually see something worthwhile.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

One part of the girl was screaming it was a bad idea to go around on haunted grounds..But did she listen to the little voice? No, or course. What was the fun of that?

[Molly]

Nathalie was, for once, not feeling even remotely angry. She just felt tired. Really tired. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't, so she just went outside and walked around for a while in a desperate attempt to wake herself up. It didn't work.

Still, at least she was getting some fresh air. She felt like a vampire, but she would be healthy. It would make a world of difference to her complexion. She snorted. She loved all those stupid ads - Act Like A Fool Skin Lotion will clear your skin in a matter of days! Don't be a twit... buy it!

Stupid, and so fascinating. Nathalie couldn't believe people actually bought all that shit - bought it, used it, recommended it to friends. How could people live so stupidly? Nathalie was her own fashion. Her hair was the messiest thing you ever saw, her makeup was just basically all the colours you could think of slammed together (supermarket brands; she didn't believe in branded stuff), and her clothes were actually from a jumble sale.

And yet because she was proud of it, and because she wore it like it was better than what everyone else wore, nobody teased her about it. They might think it looked weird, but they wouldn't think, Oh look, Nathalie should get some Party Diva Sparkly High Heels, those shabby trainers can't have cost more than fifteen euros. Because everyone knew that Nathalie would rather die than wear the high heels. Not caring protected Nathalie, in some weird, twisted way. She was different; she knew that. She was proud of it. Hey, she was Nathalie Colville, and she was unique, man. This was what she was, take it or leave it. Most people took it.

And if they gave her shit? Well, she didn't care; why should she? So she carried on walking, uniquely weird, a freak in her own right.

[Aryn Flynn]

Arayanatha Aishling Máire Flynn. She rolled the name around in her mind. Long and intricate, but jumping out when letters clashed. She supposed it sort of suited her, long but to the point. The one thing she didn’t get was the first word. Arayanatha. How did her parents come up with that? Did they take turns pulling vowels and consonants out of a hat? She’d never even heard it before, in no baby book, in no genealogy, not in the pages of any record of any kind. Sometimes she felt like her parents had gone through some sort of a phase where the used only medieval fantasy or eleven sounding names; When they would have changed Deadre and Connor Flynn to Maevevyrn and Elbereth Willowhaven. Or something like that.

Aryn laughed at the thought of know her plain, business-like father as Elbereth or to imagine her calm mother with such an outlandish name as Maevevyrn. Yes, her household had been a quiet one, her mother a chiropractor and author in her spare time. Her father was bank manager. With these careers combined, their one-child family was very well off. They had lived nice, old, two-story house with new yellow siding and white trim. Before they moved to France that is. Her public school had been subject to a shooting. One of those suicidal teens who got it in their head to take a few with them. Her parents had a serious scare, and decided a boarding school would be a better choice. They moved. First, they had their sights set back on Ireland, but there were no schooling establishments that met their standards. And now here she was. Obviously her parents didn’t know the history of the school, or did, and assumed because of it that their security would be heightened considerably. Whichever one, Aryn didn’t care to speak up about it. Because if it was the first, it would just mean another move; Aryn was tired of those.

The bouncy girl moved along the edge of the tall grass. She didn’t care to find any ticks on her at a later time. But she doubted highly there were any present. Today she wore black and white striped finger mits and jeans, her favorite trashed shoes, a pair of camo converse. Then of coarse a black tee shirt with the catchy saying ‘Death is hereditary.’ That’s right: Pretty lame huh? Well hey, lame didn’t exactly exist in Aryn’s vocabulary, she took what she got and used it well. Actually, it was as funny as thrift shirts get, so technically, it was the funniest one around. It’s hard to get good sayings on tee shirts unless you make them yourself, and even then, someone’s destined to think they’re lame. So there should be an equal and opposite force out there, according to some law with something to do with physics. Aryn figured there was bound to be someone somewhere that thought it was funny. She just had yet to find one.

Speaking of others, she spotted one now. Walking. Was this field really so popular a place? Aryn shrugged and began to make her was toward the girl[Nathalie].

”Hello Hello!”

She called out before she reached her. She smiled brightly in greeting.

(seeing as Nathalie hasn’t seemed to noticed Gwen yet, I thought it would be best to make Aryn see Nathalie first, because she’s walking and is the most visible

NOTE: because Aryn's a new kid, she's just moved in and hasn't started classes yet. She's starting in the next few days. I donno yet. Like time off to get her settled in.)

[Molly]

Nathalie turned, sharply. She didn't know the girl; she assumed she was new. In fact, she must be, because she obviously didn't know who Nathalie was, and for one reason or another - usually bad reasons, somehow - nearly everyone knew who Nathalie was. It was one of the things that occasionally annoyed her. She couldn't walk down the corridor without feeling eyes on her. Partly, of course, because how weird she looked.

The words "pretty" and "ugly" were, to her, labels. And she didn't approve of labels; so she didn't use the words. She didn't think of herself as either. She knew she wasn't stunning. But she didn't reckon she was ugly, either. She was just... normal.

She was thinking of random other things again. She found herself doing this a lot - just going off into trains of thought when she was talking to people. It annoyed people, sometimes. It made them think she was being insolent, which she thought was extremely unfair. One of the only times she wasn't being insolent, people thought she was. Which just went to show how wrong they could get about people, didn't it?

It was only when it occurred to Nathalie that she'd done it again, started to think about unrelated things again, that she remembered that when someone greeted you you were supposed to reply. And that she still hadn't. She felt the tired, resigned feeling of someone who is too tired to really talk, or at the least, to say anything productive, and yet is forced into a conversation.

"Hello... I don't think I know your name?"

[Aryn Flynn]

(woah, double post. Maybe you should delete one XD)

(had to get one in before Ra. I'm sneaky that way)

Aryn took the gap of time in between her greeting and the girl’s reply to close the remaining gap between them. The 14 year old hardly noticed that she hadn’t spoken right away. She stepped carefully through the grass, trying to avoid anything that could be taken as mud. By the time Aryn stood in front of her, the girl, taller then herself, was talking. Aryn smiled.

“Well good. Seeing as I haven’t met you before, I’d be a little weirded out if you did.”

Aryn took a moment to glance around again. It seemed cloudy out, like it was about to rain.[just going by what the weather is today. Unless you want to keep the weather as it was when the topic started, but I don’t know what that was XD] Aryn was glad it wasn’t quite there yet. Rain was a lovely thing, and normally she loved to find a quiet place to watch it just fall, maybe let herself get soaked too the bone before dashing inside to the cozy warmth of a blanket and hot chocolate with little flavorless mini marsh mellows. Yes, Aryn fed off of that sort of stuff. Just being, you know? It was like for once you just had your own little corner of the world to sit and think. It was calming, and Aryn found it nice to get away every so often.

“It’s Aryn, by the way. What’s yours?”

She said, just a moment later. Funny how quickly thought trains could pass, within split seconds. It was just that fact that often caused her to stumble over words, so ‘Kelsey and Jenna’ would become ‘Kelsand Jensey”. She smiled mentally at the thought. It was exactly that attribute that had so often been found a cause for harmless laughter among her friends back in Churchill. Ah Churchill. Cold and snow, and there were even Polar bears out there. It was a place where kids couldn’t dress up as seals for Halloween. Honest to goodness they couldn’t. Of coarse Aryn didn’t know anyone that would have wanted to dress up as a seal, but she knew they couldn’t.