Despite his attempts to be friendly, the blonde girl Cheol was sat next to completely dismissed him, instead going on to introduce herself to the class. Something about like redheaded geniuses?
'Well, you tried,' the mask commented unhelpfully.
'But it seems she is completely immune to your shota charms.'Feeling a little sad at his failure to make friends, Cheol spent the rest of the class slumped forwards in his chair, staring down at his desk. He suddenly felt incredibly alone. Maybe coming to this school with all these older kids hadn't been the best idea...
Eventually, the school bell rang, and soon lunch came, for which Cheol was thankful. He made his way over to the cafeteria and got himself something to eat, before hoveirng awkwardly in the lunch hall. Where should he sit? He still couldn't see Kitty and while he did know Paul, he doubted his roommate would take very kindly to a first year hanging around him with him...
Aha! He saw Graham. Finally, a familiar face. He went over to the boy before pausing over him.
"Erm, hey?" he said, awkwardly.
"Is it... okay if I sit here?"
After leaving Nina's office, Lonnie had briefly wandered about whether she should turn up to class. Only briefly though. The prospect of getting into trouble for turning up late was very attractive, and she didn't care for any of her classmates. Well, expect for Lukas. Maybe. But even then, he wasn't enough for her to spent the next few hours or so in complete boredom.
Therefore, she decided to go move her things into her new room. And say goodbye.
... what? It had been her room for all of last year. Of course she was a little sentimental. But only a little. And she would never admit it to anyone.
Never.
Anyhow, after slowly and deliberately started packing away her things. Her clothes, her new costume (which she had as of yet to show off to anyone), her posters, her magazines, her comics, her IPod. Once it was all packed away in her brown bag, she slung it over her shoulder and paused, glancing around the room, suddenly looking much emptier, and felt a slight sadness in her heart, which soon became irritation, then anger.
It hadn't been her fault. It hadn't. It never was. Really.
It was never her fault. After all,
she hadn't thrown the first punch. She never threw the first punch. Therefore, it couldn't be her fault. It was everyone else's fault, because they just couldn't control their temper. She was completely blameless. Completely.
She looked over at her old roommate's bed. And suddenly possessed with rage as she remembered the other girl, all covered in bruises and crying her eyes out, Lonnie kicked her bed. Hard.
And very possibly broke her big toe.
"Fuck!" Lonnie cursed loudly. Of course. She was completely weak at the moment, as it had been over an hour since her little fight. Feeling powerless, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, and limping slightly so not to put too much weight on her foot. This was no good. She probably looked pretty pathetic at the moment, as she limped down the corridor. She quickly found her new room, and paused when she opened the door. No one around. Good.
Not feeling like packing everything away just now, she dump her bag of stuff on the floor and flopped onto the bed. There were two beds at this moment in time, and she wasn't sure if this was her new roommate's - Grace? Whatever - bed or hers. And she didn't care. She just felt exhausted. She just wanted....
... to sleep.
...
Bzzzzzzzzz!
Lonnie sat up with a start. A little disorientated, she looked around.
.... where the hell was she? This wasn't her roo-
Oh.
Her memories came back quickly, and she felt kind of shitty again. And groggy.
And hungry.
Wait, what time was it? She lazily looked over the clock on the wall.
... fuck.
She swung her legs over the side and planted her feet on the floor, only to wince as the pain from her toe shot through her foot. It didn't hurt as much as before, thanks to her slightly accelerated healing, but it was still very unpleasant, as if her foot was being torn apart.
"Come on, Lonnie," she muttered to herself. She took a deep breath inwards.
"You can do this. You can do this." She focused on the pain, pressed her foot slightly against the floor so it intensified, and gritted her teeth.
'You can do this. You can do this. Focus on the pain. Focus. Feel it.' She felt it. Hell, it seemed to be spreading all the way up into her ankle. She winced.
'Focus!' Lonnie remind herself. She continued to think of the pain, even as it seemed to overtake her leg. It was a searing hot pain, like fire, flowing through her veins.
'And now... forget.' And the fire in her veins turned to ice, and her whole foot seemed to become numb. A moment passed before Lonnie pushed herself onto her feet. She felt no pain, though she couldn't feel much else either in that foot, and her walk to the door was uneven and something of a stumble. She'd never tried to suppress pain her foot before, and she realised how difficult it was. She couldn't even tell if she had two feet anymore, and she had to lean against the wall to stop herself falling to the ground.
'Like the Steadfast Tin Soldier,' she thought with only a hint of dark humour.
Her walk to the cafeteria was slow and laboured, not least because she had to keep focussing on her foot, lest the pain return. And since she was likely putting a lot of weight on her foot, the pain would come back tenfold.
Eventually, she reached the cafeteria, only to catch sight of Lukas just near the entrance talking with... a girl with a shield on her back and accompanied by a large crow.
... well, that was weird, though considering they were at a school for superheroes, one of their teachers was an alien abomination and their vice principal dressed like she was in a JRPG, Lonnie couldn't say she was that surprised.
Lukas seemed to be chatting up the girl, surprise surprise, and thankfully the other girl seemed to be not buying into his bullshit. Points to her. However, she wasn't telling him to get lost. Maybe she secretly liked the attention but was trying to play it cool?
Well, with a mischevious grin forming on her face, Lonnie knew what this called for. Keeping behind Lukas, she crept over to the boy, hoping that shield-girl wouldn't give her away. Once she was close enough, she broke into a sprint before lunging forward and grabbing for Lukas' legs, attempting to rugby tackle him to the ground.
