Criston - CafeteriaHe sighed at their responses to his powers. People were always so quick to talk down their own powers and so quick to bolster others'. He put a small smile on his face and turned to Cyrus when he asked about music for the party and if there was a piano. He blinked, thinking about it for a moment.
"Well, actually yes. The Student Center is on the top floor of the dorm building, Cross Hall." He explained, coughing at the awkwardness of a building being named after his name.
"So yeah, there's a piano up there. It's a pretty big space too, so we should generate quite a crowd." He continued. He blinked and looked around the cafeteria, eying everyone. A scuffle there, a lonely student there, a big brute there... He sighed.
The students change but the demographic never does.He stood slowly.
"Sorry, I think I'm going to head to my room. I'll catch you guys at the party. Cyrus, feel free to bring whatever you'd like. Besides well, drugs and alcohol. As Pres, I can't condone that." He excused himself, winking at Cyrus and chuckling. He sauntered over to the outdoor exit of the cafeteria and made way for his house. It was a lovely day outside. The breeze blowing gently, not too cold, not too hot. The sun was baring down on them, but Criston didn't mind. He liked sunlight. Though, it didn't help his natural tan.
As he walked, he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled a strand down into his face.
Maybe I should buy some hair dye...He smiled to himself and walked up to his house. He stopped when he noticed the door. It had changed. What was one a white door, was now a weird off white with weird flower patterns on it. He blinked, not really believing it.
"What the hell is that?!" He shouted, pointing at the door and looking around. No one, of course, was around to hear him so the poor boy was just shouting at a door. He let out a small puff of air, angry and walked up to the door. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his key by charging his hand. The key flew from his pocket and into his hand.
Leave it to mom to make things weird. Why'd she change it though? The door was perfectly fine.He shook his head and put the key in the lock, turning it.
Kink.
What?He turned it again.
...
Kink.
"What the hell?!" He shouted, and tried the key multiple times. He even switched keys just to make sure he had the right one. Sure enough, the door wouldn't unlock for him. That was when he looked up and noticed the paper hanging on the door. His eyes twitched as he read the sign.
Dear Criston,
How are you dear? I hope you're well. I've taken the liberty to change the lock on the door. As you can see, I'm not the best at that sort of thing nor do I have the patience, so I just replaced the damn thing. You're not allowed back into the house. I figure it's time you live as a student with the rest of them, since you are a student. Ont he back of this paper you'll find your room assignment and in your room, you'll find your things. I hope to hear from you soon, love.
Love,
Mom
His face emulated his growing rage. He stared at the paper for what seemed like hours, a look of distaste on his face. He ripped the paper from the door and stormed over to the dorms. Looking at the back of the paper, he read the number, 110. He marched into the building and up the stairs and then made a sharp turn to the right and faced the door that read, '110.' A sour look still on his face, he pulled out his I.D. card and placed it on the look mechanism. He didn't need to, he could just open the damned thing with his powers but he wanted to know. He wanted to know that his freaking mother kicked him out and sent him here. Sure enough, the black box blinked green and Criston opened the door.
His expression didn't change as he eyed his things laying on the floor just inside the door. He moved his mouth, making smacking noises.
"I'ma kill her. I'm ganna do it." He mumbled, walking over to his things He picked them up and placed them in the room closest to the door. When he left the room, back out into the short open hallway to the living area, he looked around.
Well, it's actually bigger than my room in the house... Oh whatever. I'll just... deal with it. Can't be that bad right? He sighed, resigned and walked over to the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony. He walked outside and leaned against the railing, watching the people in the garden. Again, several students were out there, talking among themselves.
Lily - GardenShe felt her body tense up as he closed the distance between them, even more so still as he spoke. His words were like candy, flowing ever so sweetly. It wasn't something she was expecting and certainly something she'd ever encountered before. No one had ever been this... disgustingly sweet to her. Still, she wasn't stupid enough to not realize that a red flag was going off in her head.
She smiled sweetly and nodded.
"Nervous? Certainly not. Though..." She began. As he got closer to her, she continued,
"Though, the sudden closeness is a bit distressing. I've barely met you yet you have already invaded my personal bubble of space." She kept her body still and poised, merely glancing over at him. She smiled sweetly yet again and scooted over a bit, wanting to increase the distance.
"Keep your distance, and I don't see why I should be stressed." She told him, her eyes showing her own intent. She wasn't about to let him walk all over her even with his kind words. She wasn't one to be swayed by overly kind words, though she could appreciate them.
"While I appreciate your sentiment, I do value my... space." She explained, her fingers messing with her ring once again.
I'm not nervous. I'm fine. Just... treat him as if he weren't... so creepy.She didn't know why she found him creepy or why he was trying to get so close to her, or why his hand was suddenly on hers. She looked up at him, confusion in her eyes.
"I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but is there any reason for your closeness with me? Are you okay?" She asked, tilting her head as she faced him. She looked at his eyes, watching them. Blue pools of... something, something she couldn't quite place.
You'd think I've learned a thing or two in my years but there's always that one that confuses me.She still couldn't quite place it. She didn't really feel any obvious ill intent but red flags kept popping up in her head.
[i]Why is he touching my hand? Why is he so close? Why is he staring at me?[i]
She just... honestly didn't understand.