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Tshila was heading down the school hall, not really sure exactly where she was heading. She just knew she as heading there and she was doing it as quickly and as exuberantly as possible. Though when was she not exuberant? Nearly everything she did, she did with the same frenetic energy and contagious smile spread across her face. It was almost as if the girl didn't think there were enough minutes in the day to do all the things she wanted to do, or visit all the places she wanted to see.

Her long, golden hair swayed against her back with each bouncing step she took, the moss-green tips just brushing her hips. Though it was winter, she was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing off more tawny skin than anyone else in the halls at the moment. She reached up idly, to run a hand down the divine scarifications that swirled their way down her left arm, a tacit reminder that Tshila was the descendant of supernatural creatures of divine origins. Not that Tshila really cared all that much. Being Djinn was simply who she was. But as her translucent amber eyes traveled the length of the halls, studying the other students there, she wondered if anyone else thought her to be odd. After all, the scarifications weren't something everyone would find, well, attractive. They made her stand out. She was sure people were wondering what they were and if she had done it to herself intentionally, though she had actually just been born with them.

But Tshila didn't care. People could stare all they wanted. They could stare at her strange hair, her strange eyes and her scarifications. Tshila wasn't here to worry about what others thought of her and her unique heritage. She was here to experience what it was like to be in highschool, and for protection from her grandfather of course. Tshila paused, off to one side, to pull her long back into a quick bun, revealing the scarifications that were also trailing up the back of her neck a bit.

She let her well-toned arms drop to her sides as she looked around, wondering if there was anyone she knew, or anyone that looked worth talking to, around in the hall. Maybe if Tshila was lucky, someone would come talk to her instead! Maybe even an attractive boy who wanted to flirt with her. She was always up for some casual flirting. But then, maybe no one would come to talk to her, since Tshila wasn't as pretty as the other girls in the hall--at least she didn't think so. Even though she had delicate features and wide, bright eyes and a nice figure, she was a little plain compared to some of the other exotic looking girls at the school

And her clothes weren't really all that stylish since all she wore was a simple blue, sleeveless shirt that she thought looked good against her dusky skin, and a pair of low rise khakis that flattered her figure. She also had a leather, beaded belt that her father had gotten for her, and some simple jewelry. She definitely didn't stand out as much as the other girls in the school in the fashion department. And her looks made her stand out, but possible not in a good way.

Well, it didn't matter. She was happy with it. So hopefully someone else would find her cute and come talk to her too. If not, she would just go talk to them!

Tshila paused, looking around when she heard what sounded like someone audibly checking out her arse and boobs. Well, not that she minded, but that was a little weird because she'd heard the voice but...she didn't. Like it was in her head or something. She wasn't sure who it was and was about to give up on finding them when she saw a familiar figure wave. Ooooh! Him. She remembered him from the festival--the cute dance partner thief.

Well, she wasn't one to hold grudges so--wait, actually she was. Oh well. That wasn't something to hold a grudge about! She waved back and abandoned her current heading, making a detour for Mr. Thiefly. At least he was interesting and good looking. And she had assumed he was into guys, but if he was checking out her miscellaneous body parts, maybe he wasn't entirely into guys.

"Sooo," Tshila said, grinning as she approached him. "I recognize you--you are the one who stole my dance partner at the festival. Actually, though, I don't think I caught your name. And if I did, I totally forgot it but I'll make it up to you by buying a coffee? Oh! I'm Tshila in case you didn't catch mine either."


((Yay! You remembered the wind thing (which...I totally didn't forget.) <.< ))

"Nah, it's alright," Tshila said with a casual grin and shrug. "I think that's pretty common at events like that. Not as if he had my name on him--and really, that would have just would have been awkward anyway. Anyway, it's nice to meet you properly this time, Malade. So, I hear there's coffee in the student lounge. Shall we? We can argue over whose treat it is on the way there."

"But if you really want to pay me back let's just say you owe me a dance at the next event. How's that?"

Well, this was nice. Considering how much rejection she'd gotten at the lantern festival having someone at least showing interest in just hanging out was kind of nice. Because she still didn't have any real friends here. There was Harley but they really barely knew each other and she didn't think he could really be called a 'friend' so much as a casual acquaintance at this point.

But hey, maybe she could actually get to know Malade a bit too. And since he was good looking, hey, bonus.

((Should we maybe have them get lost and end up at the cafeteria since the lounge is really crowded? )) XD

((K. I'll post over there. )) XD

Sethrian followed Timothy out into the hall, grabbing his arm roughly before he was able to drag Ayu very far. "I said let her go," he repeated. "She doesn't want to go with you."

This boy--Sethrian couldn't stand him. The way he treated Ayu like an object was infuriated and honestly he had the demeanor of some kind of sexual deviant. No matter how much she said 'no,' Timothy treated her like she was saying 'yes.' It was disgusting. Sethrian had half a mind to drive the boy's face into the wall a few times right then and there to drive some sense into him.