New World, New Start [open]
Aug 12, 2013 2:38:48 GMT -5
Post by Tori Peterson on Aug 12, 2013 2:38:48 GMT -5
Tori looked down at the crumpled-up map in her hand, searching in vain for the main office building. She had arrived on campus only hours previously, and had been searching for this building for about 30 minutes. The Hammel representative had told her to find the main office and tell them she was new, and they would take care of the rest. He apparently couldn't take her there because he had business to attend to. Her current dilemma: find the main office building in the first place.
It was a gorgeous summer day. Everything was a soft shade of green, and the buildings were rustic and gorgeous. What she noticed more than anything else, however, was the birds. There were so many of them here, all chirping little conversations to each other, a microcosm in itself.
"My territory! My territory!"
"My chicks! My hatchlings! I have food for you!"
"Falcon! Falcon! Fly away!"
Though she was tempted to talk back, she contented herself with just listening for the moment.
One of the first things she had done upon arrival was go in the bathroom (a unisex one that was mercifully easy to locate) and tear the binding off of her wings, which she had used to hide them and pass as non-meta. There were now rudimentary holes in her shirt for her wings - not the most glamorous of looks, but it did the job. For the first time, she was showing her wings out in public. Tori felt naked and extremely self-conscious at the same time as she felt brazen and liberated. She could actually feel sensation on them - the wind gently stirred her feathers, the sun shone on them and warmed them.
She took a glance at the sky, briefly entertaining the notion of taking off. Them the image of her falling headfirst on the ground came to mind and she dismissed the idea. I'll wait until I've had training.
Though she was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she had let her hair down, so she wasn't sure what gender she would be read as. She wanted, more than anything, to be seen as the girl she was, but she just didn't know yet if Hammel was a safe place to do so. She had compromised with what she thought was an androgynous look: long hair, tight jeans, and a unisex t-shirt. Her uncertainty made her feel extremely self-conscious, and she glanced up every so often to check for others' reactions to her appearance. Nothing threatening so far, which was promising.
Tori looked up to see a building with the sign MAIN OFFICE posted above its door. She sighed with relief, but then anxiety knotted in her chest. Surely she would have to fill out some forms, fill in slots that asked for name and gender...
She pushed the door open and hesitated for a moment, then walked to the front desk. "Um, hi," she started. "I'm, uh, new here?"
It was a gorgeous summer day. Everything was a soft shade of green, and the buildings were rustic and gorgeous. What she noticed more than anything else, however, was the birds. There were so many of them here, all chirping little conversations to each other, a microcosm in itself.
"My territory! My territory!"
"My chicks! My hatchlings! I have food for you!"
"Falcon! Falcon! Fly away!"
Though she was tempted to talk back, she contented herself with just listening for the moment.
One of the first things she had done upon arrival was go in the bathroom (a unisex one that was mercifully easy to locate) and tear the binding off of her wings, which she had used to hide them and pass as non-meta. There were now rudimentary holes in her shirt for her wings - not the most glamorous of looks, but it did the job. For the first time, she was showing her wings out in public. Tori felt naked and extremely self-conscious at the same time as she felt brazen and liberated. She could actually feel sensation on them - the wind gently stirred her feathers, the sun shone on them and warmed them.
She took a glance at the sky, briefly entertaining the notion of taking off. Them the image of her falling headfirst on the ground came to mind and she dismissed the idea. I'll wait until I've had training.
Though she was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she had let her hair down, so she wasn't sure what gender she would be read as. She wanted, more than anything, to be seen as the girl she was, but she just didn't know yet if Hammel was a safe place to do so. She had compromised with what she thought was an androgynous look: long hair, tight jeans, and a unisex t-shirt. Her uncertainty made her feel extremely self-conscious, and she glanced up every so often to check for others' reactions to her appearance. Nothing threatening so far, which was promising.
Tori looked up to see a building with the sign MAIN OFFICE posted above its door. She sighed with relief, but then anxiety knotted in her chest. Surely she would have to fill out some forms, fill in slots that asked for name and gender...
She pushed the door open and hesitated for a moment, then walked to the front desk. "Um, hi," she started. "I'm, uh, new here?"