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At the age of nine, Giselle had tried to learn how to sleep with her eyes open.

She had not been afraid of monsters, but of Vikings, after a particularly gruesome documentary about their raids that her father had made her watch. Vikings could attack at any given time. The only way to make them hesitate was to make them think you already knew they were there.

Her endeavours had been less than successful, but instead she slept incredibly lightly. Anything could startle Giselle from sleep to alertness in a moment, and despite the fact she was no longer afraid of vikings, it was a habit she was unable to break. Thus, when the knock came, she was up in moments and glancing at the clock.

Only one person she knew would knock on her door at 6 in the morning. "Elke." she muttered exasperatedly, putting on a robe. More loudly, she said "Yes?" and opened the door to find...

Unless Elke had gone through radical plastic surgery, that was not her. Eyeing the boy at the door suspiciously, she clutched her robe a little tighter. Students sometimes came to her for history help, but usually at a seasonable hour of the day. "May I help you with something?" she asked curtly, trying to make it clear that it was six o' clock AM, she was in nothing but a robe, and he was not welcome here right now.

She was hit with a wall of cheerfulness, and at this hour of the day, Giselle was simply not ready to reciprocate. She had stayed up late beating Conquest Mode in Age of Kings and talking to Tate, and that left her tired and somewhat snappish. To make matters worse, her hair was down, and no one had seen her hair down since she had arrived at Barren Pines (At some point in her life?) She was in a State, and whatever state it was, it was no state to deal with a surprise attack of cheerful window-using men.

"Pardon? Use my window?" His introduction was ignored, as she wasn't quite sure if he was sane or real yet, and she made it a point to only give out information about herself to people who seemed to be both. "What for? Will you give it back after?" As far as favours went, it was an odd one, so rather than say 'No' outright and shut the door, she was willing to listen for a little longer. Despite her unwillingness to be bothered with this very Elke-ish situation at this very early hour of the day from someone who was not, in fact, Elke, her curiosity was piqued.

She was tempted to let him try as he barged his way into the room, her room, but it would look too much like murder.

"I think..." she said carefully, trying to advance on him so he'd have to back up closer to the door, "I think you might want to consider this. School is not so hard as to kill yourself, I do quite well in school with just a little effort. Though your desire to jump out a window suggests that perhaps you may not be as well-adjusted as me, you got into the school, therefore you must be able to handle it." And, since she was best friends with Tate, she added "And if it's some sort of romantic problem, I've read that these things tend to sort themselves out, anyway."

She ran a hand through her hair. "At least jump out your own window if you really must kill yourself. Heavens know it's too early in the morning for me to be involved in any such sordid affairs."

Giselle ignored this obvious come on, as relationships were for people who had nothing better to do and for people who were as dashing and capable as Henry V. The only dash that "Cam" seemed to be capable of was a dash into her personal space and out the window.

"Well," she said, considering his second proposal. If he could do it, it would be impressive, but if he couldn't, she would certainly have some explaining to do. But at this point, it looked like it would be the easiest way to get him out of her room either way, so she crossed over to her desk and grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling furiously in her slanting cursive before handing it to him.

"Sign here, in case you miss. It's your funeral, I suppose."

"I try my best." said Giselle almost wryly, stepping aside as he stuck his head out the window.

"Survive, then we'll talk." was her curt dismissal. This was all ridiculous, whether he intended to or not, and if he was dumb enough to do it and didn't make it, he didn't deserve to know her name. If he made it, he was either talented or lucky, and then she might be prevailed upon to tell him. Now that it seemed like he was actually going to jump, she was interested, and she sat down to watch. "I'm waiting then, Cam."

If he was bluffing, all he deserved was icy silence for wasting her time and notepaper.

If she hadn't been fully awake before, Giselle was definitely awake now.

Rushing over to the window, she looked at him bowing to her on the roof with utter disbelief. No normal human should have been capable of that jump, right? Not that she often watched sporting events, but it was simple science. Right?

Even after all these years at Barren Pines, people still managed to surprise her. Either way, Cam was more worthy of attention than she thought he was, however he had done it, and so she stuck her head out and shouted "Giselle! Petrova!" He may have started out as an annoying intruder, in fact, he was still an annoying intruder, but the difference was that now had proved his acquaintance was worth something.