[u]Poppy[/u]

Poppy's face reddened and her hand was shaking so much that her bite fell back onto the plate. While she was angry at one eye hot headed, she was even more so at her parents. [i]Hiding their daughter from a phenomenon that's been going on for well over a hundred years only to find out she's a part of it. Stupid high class society and their fears.[/i] Based on the curriculum at her private school she wasn't the only one with parents who felt that way, which also explains why she wasn't sent to another school. However here it was just her. [i]I hope they get kicked out of their little circle...[/i] She felt guilty for wishing her father further ill in his condition, but they did bring it upon themselves.

If she said something in response she was sure to blow up, then this girl didn't seem like the type to back down so there was sure to be fallout for the rest of the others. Normally she would have anyways, but right now she felt like an idiot. It wasn't her fault she wasn't taught these things like everyone else. She turned her attention to a meatball on her plate and instead attempted to spear it unsuccessfully. Each failure only made her more and more frustrated until she game up and simply poked at the spaghetti. Her appetite was gone, what she really wanted to do was get away from everyone and scream even though she knew it wouldn't help.

A tear rolled down her cheek. That was the last thing she wanted anyone to see right now so she dismounted from her seat and took off down the row without a second thought. It didn't look like the boy noticed her anymore anyways.

[u]Vespera[/u]

As Nikki sized her up, Vespera tried to read into what she might thinking to no avail. On the other hand there definitely seemed to be something girl who looked like she was picked up off the streets. The deer in the headlights look she took on for a moment gave her no doubt. Seemed like something worth digging into one she figured up what was up with the bugs. Vespera really hoped that's all it was.

As the guy sitting next to her and Amanda got up to leave Nikki inquired about meeting up again. Her gaze narrowed, she didn't like being ignored. That and this new chick that was radiating light. She turned away and hissed under her breath but didn't say anything. There was no way she was going to reveal anything about herself if she didn't have to, besides she'd already been asked. That's not all she heard, everyone's conversations at this part of the table were fair game for her acute hearing. [i]Not ever clever are you?[/i] Red's plan was clearly audible to her, and mostly like Henry if he was eavesdropping on everyone like her. She had already smelt the smoke on the two of them, what she didn't know before is that they were under eighteen. Or at least Jared was.

[i]Wonder if Mr. Olin is going to do anything, get all anal like Adam would.[/i] She hoped not, that way she could hold the edge. Maybe blackmail them later on down the road, who knows. [i]If she isn't as daft as him she's probably pretty pissed. I would be if I did that garbage.[/i] Vespera rejected substance use of all kinds, including pain killers. Deluding her senses was even more intolerable in her opinion than enduring agony. A part of it was also conditioning herself. There's no relief on the battlefield, and sometimes after. Anyone who can't tough it out is weak. Then there was addiction. [i]What a sucker. You and everyone else that plays bitch to the tabaco companies.[/i] Pay to hasten your demise? What a joke. At least she why other drugs might be tempting to the spineless masses.

Too bad she'd have to let him go this time. It'd be strange for her to bail this early, especially if she followed him. In any case she was getting sidetracked from her main objective. Since Nikki clearly wasn't going to initiate anything she was going to have to. "So I take it your new, your ear sore yet?" Vespera titled her head towards Amanda and chuckled. "Hey you two have some similarities, you related or something?" With her acute senses she had already come to the conclusion they were, just something else to keep the conversation going if possible.