Silver Screen Academy

[Mezma]

Joan and Aiden shared a sideways glance while they entered the cafe. Immediately a blast of cool air chilled their faces and brought a grimace to Joan, a sigh of relief from Aiden. She loved naturally cold air, not air conditioning, while as Aiden didn't care what kind of cold it was. He was hot-blooded to the point of almost being a dragon. He chuckled at the benign look on his sisters face when she saw the bustling crowd of academy students huddled in several different booths. He could tell, they were wearing the academy uniforms. He glanced down at himself noting his black pants and deep blue button up top. His sister hadn't exactly followed protocol either... He glanced at her again, lifting an eyebrow when she decided to place a white miner's cap and hide her hair inside. He barely noticed Darwin introducing himself to the others so focused on being protective of his sister.

"Joan, what are you doing?" He said too soft for others to hear.

Joan shrugged indifferently and gave him a 'It's cool' glance before leading the way towards a booth about two booths down from the bustle of students. He followed her while barely side-stepping from a girl accidentally falling in someone's lap then clumsily heading face first towards the floor. His cheeks heated, getting a glance of pale skin from the top of her shirt while she fell. He swallowed and was about to make an effort to help when Darwin stepped forward a second ahead of him. He scratched the back of his neck with a small smile, glad he'd made a good friend like Darwin. His eyes fell on his 'bald' sister, sitting alone at the booth while staring out the window. She didn't do well in groups... especially strange groups. He was a bit baffled however. She was usually attempting a stage act with every new person she meets. Perhaps there was just too many here today. He didn't want to leave his sister alone so he stayed by Darwin's side just for half a minute, too distracted to make a proper introduction. He couldn't just leave without saying hi either.

"Hi, guys I'm Aiden, going to Silver Screen as well. Since this booth is full I"ll be two booths down with my sis. Fill free to join if you want. Darwin buddy I'll be over there." Aiden gave a thumbs up sign and a smile before joining his sister at the booth. He nudged her gently before sliding next to her and she just gave a small smile before nudging him back, keeping her eyes out the window. He sat beside her because he didn't want anyone to show up and surprise her by sitting next to her... It could be some deranged pervert or a pretty girl might try sitting by him! He didn't know which was worse... probably the former.

Shelli kept her eyes fixed on everything going on in the cafe, with a large smile. She inhaled the fresh foods being prepared, and her smile grew brighter when she saw a waitress headed her way. She couldn't wait to have something to eat. Her ears perked up when she thought she heard the words 'Silver Screen'. She looked around for a minute before spotting familiar uniforms at the far side of the cafe.

"Oh, look Uncle, there's our old school." Shelli said, tapping Richard on the shoulder.

Instead of looking towards the crowd, he avoided it. "Oh, really?" He asked indifferently, a frog in his throat and water in his eyes. Shelli should know better than bring up Silver Screen... where he had met his ex-fiance. He stifled a cough from the silvery blond hair flashing before his eyes, and the scent of daisies suffocating all present smells in the cafe.

"I'm going to introduce myself," Shelli exclaimed excitedly and stood from the table.

A rough, harsh hand gripped her palm and pulled her back to the table. She yelped silently and plopped back down in the seat, widened, concerned eyes on her uncle. Of course... he hadn't even corrected her when she called him uncle. His smoky eyes were distant, remembering someone long gone... She frowned when she realized he couldn't possibly let go so soon... Definitely not now. It could hardly be called a year since then... It felt like a month.

[kamikaze]

Teaghan's wandering eyes scanned the menu again. A warm mortadella panini did sound good to the anxious butterflies flitting in her stomach. She tried to let herself grin at Ada's smooth jokes, but her close-lipped smile wasn't exactly twelve watts like Ada's killer grin. It probably had a little less energy than a light bulb. Ada's short hairstyle flared outwards at its brunette ends, giving way for her sweet features to knock a crowd dead. Was she an actress, perhaps, with such a lively personality? Teaghan herself had such severe stage fright when it came to her people skills. Hitting a few keys on a piano was smooth sailing, and gliding on the ice didn't require eye contact. Showcasing her wonderful communication, however, was a different story.

"I think I'll take the grilled chicken sandwich," Teaghan decided, her brown irises darting about, adamantly refusing to make eye contact.

Ada introduced Jesse, standing with a rather stoic expression. He seemed mysterious in his brooding, pensive silence. Teaghan offered a curt nod in his direction, hoping she would remember his name eventually. In fact, it was already left behind in the racing train of thought that circled her mind.

"Eh?" Teaghan mumbled, jerking her unkempt mane of wild red curls up as she brought her confused gaze to Ada. Oh, how eloquent of her! Since lunch, the thought of actually preparing for the school year hadn't crossed her mind. Ada rattled off a list of her necessities, a list that was soon giving the wide-eyed Teaghan a headache. Hadn't she thought of this as she signed her registration forms? What happened to the proper, prior planning that she had prided herself with?

"I, um, I... Yeah, that'd be great," Teaghan answered, trying to work as much enthusiasm as her pounding temples would allow into her response. The freshman really was grateful for the offer, knowing that she would've found herself panicky and confused without the older student's guidance. However, she also felt guilty accepting such magnanimous offers from Ada and the rest of the group who'd so unceremoniously lumped her into their ever-growing circle of friendship. "Is there, uh, anything I can do to, er, repay you?"

[ScarletMangekyo]

Jo almost cringed when he heard the group say her name. She hunched over further into her chair and continued to draw before the power in her computer went. Her eyebrows furrowed and her fingers clenched against her jeans "damn..." She fell back into her chair, her arms dangling limply off to the sides.

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"Just old memories" he said to Ada, a small grin on his lips.

Silus looked at the newcomers with over apparent interest. Taking another gentle sip from his tea, his eyes shot from the uncoordinated mess that was Ada to the new girl that was sitting away from the group and then back to his tea. Giving a small sigh upon realizing his drink was now gone he stood up and stood besides Ada, his voice going low "I saw you looking at me, what didn't expect me to be a tea drinker" he gave a deep slow laugh.

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Jo didn't really want to go over to the other group...but she needed a new cup of coffee. And they just had to be right next to the desk. She stood up and ordered another coffee. She turned around and ran directly into Ada.

Curse her clumsiness.

"S-sorry..." He fringe fell over her eyes and she couldn't decide wether to wait for her to say ok or scamper away.

[Mezma]

"Let's order." Tense words seeped through the cracks of Richard's grating teeth. His demeanour was still distant and still.

"Yes," Shelli chimed in a low voice, her eyes still fixed on her uncle.

The waitress arrived and boringly said, "Whatcha need?" The moment she saw Richard though her eyes perked, and cheeks began to fill with a bit of warmth amongst her pale valour. "Anything you want," she added in a sweeter, deeper tone.

Shelli gave a calm smile to the waittress. "Uh, yes. Organic fruit spritz, spaghetti, and breadsticks." She waited for Richard to order but he was still paced out. "Richard," she said calmly, nudging him gently.

He snapped out of it and blinked, moving his neck only 10 degrees towards the waitress. "Ah, yes. Hn." He gave a weak smile, trying to shake out of his reminsecence. "I'll have what the lady's having, with wine."

[ladybella]

Eira snorted softly as Silus mentioned 'old memories'. Steamy memories was more like it. Well, maybe just that one memory anyway. Others were fantastic writing opportunities, newspaper articles, essays, even a few letters were written here. She used to write letters to soldiers overseas, or even in other states. A few failed entries to writing competitions, a few successful entries to writing competitions. She smiled, and sipped her soda, the usual was a Dr. Pepper, one of her favorites. Eira was a bit of a junk food junkie. She always had some kind of junk food in her room and in her bag. Her metabolism was so fantastic she could eat whatever she wanted and never gain a pound. It also helped because she was in a kick boxing class during the summer, and used the gym frequently on campus.

[Mezma]

The waitress scribble on the order tab. "Right away, can I get your name?" The waitress replied with a semi-sweet smile, bittered by her eyes staring at Richard. Being very rude to one guest while accommodating another was common with Shelli but she could never get used to the divided attention. When he didn't answer immediately she added, "For the tab, sir."

Richard barely glanced at the young lady though he heard her words as clear as rain. "Richard, and yours, miss?" His unexpected classy reservoir gleamed through, surprising his niece with a steady gaze.

"Tammy," The waitress giggled softly and sighed self-consciously. "Okay wine is coming, but I need to see your I.D. standard procedure." Richard took out his billfold wordlessly and showed the girl, which she eyed carefully for a few seconds. "You're 30," A dreamy tone overcame her voice before she realized where she was again. "Okay... got it." A giddy sort of giggle left her lips before she scampered away.

Shelli couldn't help but snort and turn to her uncle, putting his billfold away. He tried to look oblivious before saying, "She's new."

"Admirer number two hundred." Shelli 'tsked'. Richard grunted and looked away. He didn't want admirers, especially giddy little girls that flirted with every guy they saw. The girls reminded him somewhat... of her. He was convinced that every girl who came his way and gave nice words were whimsical and gullible. Too easy to pull and bend like elastic, tend to snap if tugged too hard. He had no intention letting giddy young girls into his life.

"Another daze, uncle..." Shelli nudged Richard for the tenth time that day. "Please, try to focus on the moment, dear." A sad tone always graced her tone, but still her voice was bright.

"I focus on moments, Shelli."

The disdainful way he said that made her burst with upsetness. "That's it, we're going somewhere exciting today. Or take a holiday, you've been camping in your office far too long-"

"Have not." Richard conceded, an instant biting reply.

"Your defensive retort is proof-"

"No, it's not." There was a glint in Richard's eyes while he dimly tossed replies back and forth with Shelli.

"Uncle Rich, I'll drag you outta the closet-"

"I'll wear nothing."

"No, not that again- I'll drag you out by your hair."

"Hn." Was his last reply and Shelli was partly disappointed. It took a while to loosen up her uncle, to get him to at least disagree with what she is saying rather than ignore her completely. Despite being obstinate, grim, and rather mysterious, her uncle had quite the playful side. She wished she could get him to express himself more rather than delve into the Moria of his mind. It could hurt him in the long run, to pine over his lost love rather than move on... That's it. She'd been planning this for over half a year, finding a girlfriend for him. She'd have to triple-time and become very serious about this matter if she wanted her uncle to be remotely happy. But she must do it without him suspecting, or he will become very distasteful. Very distasteful indeed. She scanned her eyes over the cafe, immediately beginning her sly search.