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Roza Vigard
Café
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Roza had been sitting across the table from the male, scanning a string of code on the cell phone she held in her hand though she hadn’t been paying much attention to it at all. With a groan she set the phone down and sipped at her coffee again, the liquid black and bitter just like she hated it, but it was the only thing that she found could get rid of her hangovers without much effort. [color=630460]“It’s Saturday.”[/color] She stated, glaring at him again though she reached up and her fingers through her hair to straighten it out a little bit while he looked at her. She could see him smiling at her for some reason, though she had to admit there was a certain degree of affection between the two of them and it was not wholly unwelcome by her. [color=630460]“And I’m still a student too.” [/color]Reaching over with her free hand, Roza allowed herself to touch the older mans’ hand for a swift moment, unsre of whether or not she wanted to intertwine their fingers to keep him from beating the students senseless; As well as to keep him over here. [color=630460]“Thank you.”[/color] The young woman said, smiling at him her hand other hand touching her phone quietly.

She tapped into the boys cell phones from across the café and looked over Tetsu’s shoulder as she listened to what they said to her. He wanted her to help him with them though she was never fond of assisting random strangers, even if they were students in her class. [color=630460]“You owe me.”[/color] Her sweet smile turned into a cocky grin as the boys phones started vibrating one by one, each getting a text message and then a phone call while she looked at the man across from her, her gold eyes a frozen cold that drilled into his while each boy lifted their phone to their face. Each screen had her signature tag on it ‘You’ve been hacked bitch’ flashing in black and purple on their screens before the phones shorted and electrocuted each one of them. They fell in a circle around the girl and she glanced over at her work while on of the workers called 911. [color=630460]“Feel better now tough guy?”[/color]

[@MThePathSeeker][@ThatWeirdChick]

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Claudia Desmond
Hallway - Cafe
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The girl hadn’t meant to offend the boy, nor did she want him to look at her like she was a sad little puppy, all beaten and broken on the inside though that’s what she really was, save for the fact that she didn’t look for help when she knew she needed it. [color=00aeef]“Sorry. . . “[/color]She muttered to Connor while he motioned for her to walk through the door before him, clearly afraid to touch her again, lest the same happen again. She lifted her gaze and looked over at the other brother, his swiftly retreating form far ahead of her but somehow she knew that he wouldn’t go too far away and he would still meet with them, regardless of how he felt about this. If the three of them had really been matched together then it must mean something about them and Claudia hoped that they wouldn’t get mad at her for being distant and frightful. 

[color=00aeef]“You startled me.”[/color]

They had been walking for several minutes when she spoke again, her feet landing normally on the tile floor for the first time in a while though she didn’t like the stares she got from some of the students body as she walked beside one of the twins, while the other walked ahead of them. From what she had seen so far the two were very different though she knew that it would take a very special girl to make the two of them get along; Claudia knew she couldn’t be that girl. [color=00aeef]“If he doesn’t like something he should say something about it.”[/color] The girl was watching the man stalking ahead of him, frightening any student who got in his way but she wasn’t as afraid as she initially was and slipped the scarf off her face slightly so that she could move her head around better now. Her lips were soft and a dark pink, fitting her face easily with her high cheekbones. There was a bruise on the left side of her jaw and the skin was a slightly darker shade of red on her cheekbone as well, though that was like it had been growing that way. 

[color=00aeef]“Perhaps he’ll say something at the café.”[/color]

[@ScarlettWaters16]