Every Meeting is precious and meeting again never certain...
..So always get a name..
Lilty heard the male's voice once more, this time addressing her by name and complimenting her performance as a basketball player last year. She was surprised he knew her by name, though not that he'd seen her play as it was common for students to watch the team, especially during home games. She gave a small "hm" of acknowledgement, trying not to give him more than a faint scrap of a reply. However the now obvious sensation of his arm around her shoulders made her shift until the weight was no longer felt, then promptly grab the cuff of his shirt and politely move his arm out from behind her and back to the arm rest of his seat. She wasn't going to have him get all touchy feel-y just because he knew her name and had watched her play basketball.
The welcomed sound of static came through the auditorium speakers and soon followed the headmaster's voice. She was right about his speech, cliche supposedly inspirational babble that intended to by hip but fell short and flat on it's 'face'. She noted that the boy no longer seemed to be bothering her and mentally thanked the timing of this boring precession finally getting underway. The other usual speeches were a blur until they were dismissed. Given it was the first day, they didn't have regular classes and were simply allowed to roam the halls. This was mainly to give new freshman a day to memorize their classes, quickest routes between them and familiarize themselves with the campus itself. Rumors circulated about on campus housing, as they had the previous years, but whether or not it was in the funding budget had always been the factor halting the project. Another rumor was uniforms, something Lilty herself wouldn't mind as it meant set utilitarian clothes and a decreased need to try and find various pieces of her own to wear, wash and interchange to keep herself from being targeted by annoying cliques. Not that playing basketball and her general lack of interest for socializing didn't already alienate her, but she didn't wish to further fuel the fire if she could help it.
She left her seat and promptly followed the flow out of the auditorium, her prosthetic reminding her why she didn't like sitting in there for very long. Sitting at desks were never as obnoxious as the cramped seating in the auditorium. She decided to head for the gym and get in a little practice before the official leave school bell kicked in. She was surprised there weren't any freshmen in the gym nor in the locker-room upon her arrival to both. Maybe there weren't that many freshmen in P.E. this year? She doubted that, probably more likely still visiting the main classrooms or being chatted up by clubs looking to score new members. She unloaded her bag from her shoulder, pulled out her gym clothes and changed into them carefully. Then she pulled an alternate prosthetic from her bag.It was light weight one designed specifically for her athletic activities. She dislodged her stump from the metal one and slide on the light one while carefully balancing. Once it was firmly set and she'd done the walk test to ensure it was properly in place and didn't have any problems before heading back into the gym. She did a few quick stretches before starting laps around the gym. This was standard training for her. A run then some dribbling practice then another set of laps then practicing shots. She only practiced passes when there was an actual team practice and actual team mates who knew well enough to focus on the training and not pointlessly yammer about anything that was irrelevant to her.
...something to cement a fragment of existence as acquaintance or friend..