Welcome to Gaia! ::

Pulling the small pocket-mirror she always kept on her person out of her trouser pocket, Kimmie sat in the bathroom stall with the door locked, flicking the case up and grimacing as soon as she saw herself. She actually quite liked her body - she was slim and slender thanks to her regular visits to the diving boards, and she was a fairly tall girl too. But the one thing she couldn't stand was her acne. It had gotten to be an obsession of sorts, and the girl had found herself becoming increasingly self-conscious about her spots, nipping to the bathroom at least every 2-3 hours, just to check she wasn't looking completely hideous. Unfortunately, she usually was, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She didn't care - honestly, she didn't! What people wanted to think was their business, and she didn't give a damn.

...But still. She was a spot monster, and most people knew it.

Sighing softly, she snapped the mirror shut again after picking at a particular spot on her chin, sliding it back into her pocket and swinging her backpack back onto her back again, exiting the stall, washing her hands and walking out of the ladies bathrooms. Reaching up, tucking what was probably the longest strand of hair on her head (aka her fringe) back behind her ear again, she glanced both ways up the hallway before heading towards her dormitories, trying to fiddle and fix the hair-clip in her hair. But unfortunately, the diver had never done well at multi-tasking.

Next thing she knew, her books were scattered messily across the floor with a rather tremendous crash.

"...Bugger."

Hmm? Had she heard something? Blinking, she glanced downwards to see a dark-haired girl picked her books up for her. Another tiny-voiced apology came and Kimmie instantly realized who it was - who else spoke that quietly. Smiling, she bent down, fetching her keys and mobile which had slid further away, dropping them back into the right compartment of her bag before helping Yvette collect her books up, placing a hand on the dark-haired girl's arm in an attempt to get her to stop.

"Hey, Yvette, it was my fault. Chill - c'mon, I'll get 'em," she spoke, taking the book from Yvette even as she spoke, stuffing them a little messily into her bag, pushing them with a fair bit of force before she was finally able to zip the top shut, so they wouldn't fall out again. Smiling sweetly at the shy girl, she stood up, expecting Yvette to do the same, "How've you been, anyway?> Haven't spoken to you in ages!"

Kimmie wasn't too observant - she knew that Yvette liked helping, but not as much as to go as far as being upset when she was stopped from doing so. Kimmie watched the dark-haired girl carefully, her own smile brightening when it was met by Yvette's, despite the rather sheepish nature of it. It was a smile, and that was what mattered. Classes? Kimmie had to lean in a little to hear properly, the girl was so quiet, but she didn't mind, instead indicating Yvette to walk alongside her as she began a casual pace in the direction she'd been heading, back to the dorms. She had a class soon, and had to fetch the paper she'd written.

"What classes do you take again?" she asked, genuinely interested with the warm smile on her face, nodding a little in response to the question, "Yeah, I've been busy. Practicing my diving for an upcoming competition, plus I seem to be getting tons of extra credit work so I can boost my grade."

She wasn't a bad student, but she did have to work for her grades, and due to concentrating a little more on her talent and the subjects she enjoyed - sport, maths, etc - subjects such as history often failed to meet standards, and extra credit was required. "I'm coping, though. How're your classes going, hmm?"

Kimmie noticeably shuddered at the mention of Chemistry, but giggled good-heartedly afterwards, making it clear it was only a joke. They all sounded like such difficult classes - although she supposed art might be fun, if you enjoyed that sort of thing. Kimmie had always been a much more down-to-earth girl, far preferring the more logical subjects, Maths, Sport and the like. She wasn't bad at English, but subjects such as Art and Drama she just failed completely. Imagination wasn't her thing.

"Well, that's good then! Most of mine are fine, it's mainly just History and a little English. The essays are just so long..." she sighed, rolling her eyes before smiling sweetly again - that was Kimmie, always smiling. She didn't mind the essays. Most of them actually sounded quite interesting. She just didn't have the longest attention span, and if she left the essay then she'd never be able to get back into the swing of it. She had to do it all at once, but after a paragraph she'd be bored and not wanting to. A lose-lose situation, right there.

"Art?" Kimmie repeated, genuinely interested once more, "Not my cup of tea, personally, but I've seen your work. It's beautiful, Yvette. You're really talented."

Eh, she made a point. Kimmie had taken Chemistry the year before, but dropped it again this year. Her exams hadn't gone excellently, but well enough, so fingers crossed she wouldn't need any more extra credit. God knew, she already had enough. Kimmie smiled, nodding, before blinking in surprise at the way Yvette replied to her compliment. ...Maaaaaybe she shouldn't have done that. A reassuring smile graced the female's lips as she brought her hands up a little defensively, trying to calm Yvette down.

"Hey, calm down. And trust me, they are. I'd buy one in a flash! ...Y'know, if I had any money." This wasn't going at all the way she wanted. Glancing up, suddenly aware they were practically at the dormitories, she attempted a quick change of subject, to make the dark-haired girl feel more comfortable, "Hey, so which floor are you on?"

Her lips were quivering, and Kimmie inwardly groaned. Oh, she was so stupid, to have gone on such a conversation topic with the fragile girl. She'd definitely have to remember that one in future. The whimpered response almost made the red-head cringe, but she caught herself, instead just continuing to smile, warm and reassuring. After all, smiling was what Kimmie was good at.

"Third floor? Cool! I'm on the second," she offered, as she pulled a scrap of paper and a pencil from her bag, scribbling something down hurriedly before offering it to Yvette, "Here, have my number. Maybe we could meet up some time, huh? You could show me some of your art."

Kimmie continued smiling, as per usual, pulling herself up the stairs, pausing as they got to her floor. If Yvette was third she had another flight, so this was where they should say their goodbyes. Kimmie instinctively reached forwards, giving Yvette a brief hug with an extra-reassuring grin as she nodded, winking.

"Yep, I'll come find you sometime! I'll see you around, 'kay?" she grinned, giving a small salute before disappearing down the floor to find her room.