Person! Person! [Xun]

[Georgina Speer]

Ugh. Uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhh. Uuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.

George had bugger all to do. She had staring at her blank ceiling for a grand total of 9 minutes and 17 seconds and trying to devise some kind of a plan to use only a Haribo and a strawberry lace to take over the world. All she got was tying the Haribo to the lace and then spinning it around, hitting people in the face until they gave up control of the world. Totally a Moriarty in the making or something.

But for some reason, her plan didn't exactly seem plausible.

Maybe next time.

Groaning attractively, the Brit girl rolled off of her scruffy bed and onto her not-so-tidy floor, mumbling and grumbling about how gummy bears were useless or something. She stumbled to her feet, her lazy fatigue brought on by a lack of stimulation (not that kind of stimulation, you pervs). She needed to do something, something minorly useful.

Well, she'd done all of her homework... slightly. So that was most definitely out of the question. Her eye caught on one of her many drawstring bags, this one looking like a penguin. She grinned at it and grabbed it, along with some other necessities (because the contents of that back were most definitely necessities) and decided to.go for a walk.

One of the other things she brought with her was money. So much different from English money... why was a single dollar a note and not a coin, like a pound was? It seemed confusing, having all those notes. Pounds were easier to understand. She opened her penguin bag and pulled out a lollipop, the wrapper falling back into the bag before she closed it up again.

Mmm... strawberry.

She skipped into the first floor of the dorms... people, vending machines, a TV... life was good. One person caught her eye in particular - she had not met this specimen of person yet. The personicus anonymous. Yes. Perfect. She smiled at the boy/man/guy/person, not even sure if he would see or acknowledge her, before tripping over her own feet and falling flat on her face.

Great first impression: check.

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Sigh... Why couldn't this be math, or biology homework? Why did he even need to take history? Xun stared moodily at the paragraphs of reading laid out in front of him, resisting the urge to throw it all off the table or rip it to pieces. Fortunately, he didn't have that bad of a temper, but still. When would he ever need to know about US history? Really? He was just going to forget this stuff as soon as he got this test over and out of the way.

Maybe this wasn't the best place to be trying to study anyway. There were students milling around, although as the evening got later, the room started to get quieter, so it wasn't too bad. Although, now it was getting to the point that Xun felt his eyelids starting to droop, worn out from a long day of classes followed by a couple hours of training, as usual. Fortunately, he didn't have a lot of static electricity built up in his system, so at least he wouldn't have to release it before he went to bed.

Xun yawned and rubbed at his heavily bagged eyes, trying to focus once again on something that George Washington did on some date that the Chinese boy couldn't care less about. He was busy rereading the same sentence over and over again, trying to soak it in, when the new arrival tried to catch his attention. Unfortunately, he didn't notice her until she was horizontal on the floor.

He looked up at the thud, blinking a few times at the sight. Well... Alright. He'd seen stranger things at this school. Xun glanced around to see if anyone nearby was going to help the poor thing; seeing most people ignoring her, the boy sighed and stood on thin, long legs, taking a couple strides over to the fallen girl.

"Ni shenti hao ma... Are you alright?" he asked, his expression remaining neutral as he bent over slightly and offered a hand. Xun didn't recognize her, which wasn't a surprise - he didn't know a lot of people at this school. As soon as she was up, he would pull his hand away; Xun wasn't particularly fond of physical contact with other people. It just seemed a polite thing to do. "You should watch where you are going next time." Okay... Somewhat polite.

[Georgina Speer]

Before she became in very close acquaintance with the floor, George had frowned when the boy hadn't noticed her. Hm. Maybe she needed some sparklers next time. Or fireworks. Fireworks inside were always a good idea. She'd keep that in mind.

For now, however, she was wondering if the carpet pattern had been imprinted onto her cheek. She had made some interesting squeaky noise as she fell, and she was also considering what animal it could've been resemblent of. An ostrich struggling to stay upright when running at a fast speed seemed to be the best metaphor for the situation. Her lollipop had kind of gone sideways so the stick lined her lips... at least she didn't hurt her teeth?

Nee shen tea hay oh mah? What the flying fuck did that mean? And she thought she was random... no, that was mean. Just because he spoke a different language didn't mean- oh, she understood that! She craned her neck a little and- whoa my glosh he was tall. She rolled on her back as she replied, "Yeah, just... chilling, you know." She ever-so-casually put her hands behind her head, readjusted the sweet thang in her mouth and pretended to sunbathe for like, a millisecond.

'Cause this guy seemed serious face.

She took his hand and pulled herself up, "I might've bonked my nose a bit though." Once she was on her feet, Georgina crossed her eyes trying to look at her nose and touched it tentatively. It stung a little, but it didn't seem like anything too serious.

"I was watching!" She protested jokingly, "The carpet tripped me!" The girl scowled at and gestured to the carpet that she was watching it - George knew of it's evil ploys! IT COULD NOT FOOL HER! ...wait, what was going on?

This guy didn't really seemed to have... emotions... hmm. She curtised in the most stereotypical way possible to him, "Thanking you kindly, good sir." George smirked and snapped back up properly, "Pray tell, what is thy name-th?"

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Xun blinked uncertainly when the girl didn't immediately take his offered hand, and instead rolled onto her back, 'explaining' what she was doing. He still didn't smile; if anything, he looked... Confused. The sarcasm went right over his head, and he was left feeling incredibly awkward... As usual. "Ah... Alright," he mumbled, averting his eyes uneasily.

At least she took his hand soon after that, but Xun was growing more uncertain about this encounter; he was starting to realize she was one of those... Outgoing, friendly types that always made him a little uncomfortable. "Bonked... Your nose?" he repeated, tilting his head as he watched the girl's eyes cross. "... Can you really see your nose that way?" he asked, trying (and failing) to do it himself. If she could, she must've known her nose looked a little pink, but seemed otherwise alright. No blood or anything.

"Ah, right," Xun breathed, looking down as the girl gestured to the floor. Tripped her... Okay, he could understand that. "I apologize, then. That was rude of me to say." So smooth, he was.

And then she was.... What? Xun's dark eyes widened as the girl curtsied, wavering uncertainly on his feet. Was he supposed to curtsy back? Was this some sort of... Of British tradition he didn't know about? Because he'd caught her accent, if nothing else. He ended up giving a small, stiff bow, not out of sarcasm but out of assumed necessity. "It... Was nothing," he assured her, standing up straight and scratching the back of his neck. "Uh... Wo jiao... My name is Xun," he replied, taking a tiiiny step back towards his homework. "What... Is yours?"

[Georgina Speer]

Personicus Anonymous Sheldonia.

That's the specimen of human this was. She didn't know him, and he didn't seemed to be able to understand sarcasm. Which was a shame - she felt a little bad. If she had known sooner... she probably still would've been sarcastic. You couldn't revert nature. Especially not George's nature, which was to be silly and sarcastic and bonkers.

"Yuh-huh." The girl confirmed, still crossing her eyes. It was gonna hurt after a while is she wasn't careful, but it was funny for now. And she could kind of see her nose. It was there, and it was having a bit of a Rudolph moment. "Sure can!" she grinned and returned her eyesight to nor... mal... what was he doing? Whatever it was, it looked hilarious. A giggle floated out of her mouth, this guy was funny.

Rude of him...? Was he just the best actor ever, or did this guy seriously... whatever, either way, this was brilliant. "I was joking, I'm just a clumsy bugger." She said, kicking the evil carpet, "My own fault for falling ass over tits." She really needed to improve on... existing.

George saw his little bow and she couldn't help it, his awkward disposition was probably the most adorable thing she had seen in ages. But... oh, she saw that! He was trying to escape! Well, not on George's watch! But man, that name - was their anything crap about this guy? He seemed fucking fantastic! She silently cursed her own name for being the most boring thing possible, "Mine's Georgeeeee~" she stretched out the last syllable in a musical style. She paused for a moment and took in his face. Mmm, she was never good at telling cultures. To avoid staring for much long, she bounced on the balls of her feet over to his little work-station,

"So, Xu-Xu-Xuuuuuun, whatcha doing?"

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Xun could be silly... On occasion... With people he was familiar with and in private environments... But this sort of interaction was just something he dealt with and tried not to look like the awkward moron he was.

.... Trying to cross his eyes to see if he could see his nose was not helping his case. It didn't really work anyway; he didn't know how to cross his eyes, especially with his contacts in, so he ended up just looking weird. Xun heard her giggle, and focused back on George, cheeks flushing a pale pink. "I... Do not see how that works," he mumbled, half-hiding his face as he toyed with his bangs.

Clumsy... Bugger... Wow, Xun didn't understand the way this girl spoke. Still, he tried to muster the tiniest of smiles, although it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's alright, I... Sometimes trip too," he admitted, trying to... What, relate? He motioned to his long, thin legs. "Being gao... Tall... It doesn't help." Xun wouldn't quite use the phrase 'ass over tits' that she did, though.

Xun took another little step back, edging towards his little work area, but it seemed the girl was going to insist on following. He stifled a sigh - so much for trying to focus on this damn history homework. He did, however, cock his head curiously at her name. "George... Is that not a boy's name?" he asked, genuinely uncertain. At least it would be easy to remember. Maybe it was another British thing. Hmm....

He winced a little at the play on his own name as he settled back down against the table, picking up a highlighter and toying with it absent-mindedly. "I'm trying to finish this... History homework," he sighed, shooting a bored look up at the girl. "It... Is not my best subject."

[Georgina Speer]

George wasn't trying to make him uncomfortable, it just seemed to be an unfortunate... side effect (yes, lets call it that) of her personality - if the other person wasn't as random as her, it would become a little much. "I've always been able to cross my eyes." She demonstrated again, a slightly manic smile on her lips, "Guess it's natural or something." She felt sad for the people who weren't as awesome as her.

Why wouldn't he smiiiiilleeeeeeeeeeeeee? I mean, he was... kinda... BUT that wasn't enough for the happy English girl. And... whoa, twig legs much. But George didn't sometimes trip, oh no, she was clumsy as fuck! Walking into random poles, knocking things of, destroying anything of value... she was too good at it. She nodded a little, hands slipping into her pockets, "I swear my legs want me dead." She wished she was taller... or shorter. Not kind of averaging in the middle. It was BORING.

"T'is!" George affirmed, smiling wide. She let that hang for a moment, but then, "My reeeeal name's Georgina," her face portrayed a kind of disgust at the word, "But I don't want to sound like the Queen mother, so... yup!" It was better than she actually made that clear. There was one time in the past where someone made an assumption about her... anatomy because of her chosen name. That situation was both painfully awkward and incredibly hilarious; dear, dear...

Bleg, history. So boredom. Such no. George wasn't a fan of the study of the past either, which she made clear by scowling at the pages on the table. "History sucks tit-balls." She replied, looking back up at the tall Xun, "I don't like it, either." She said, shaking her head. It kind of... went over her active thoughts that he wasn't like her and might actually want to do his work... ah, well. George had to learn about the history of 'Murica when she was English. There might've been some way of changing that, but HA effort no.

Conversation was better than working any day, in her books. "I prefeeeerrrrr... Art. More freedom, less facts - mmmm..." she hummed happily and looked around, swaying from side to side a bit. She needed to draw some more... ok, so she couldn't draw amazingly to save her life, but that was what practise was for, right?

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Okay... Okay that was enough of that. Xun looked away as George crossed her eyes again, clearing his throat quietly. "I... See," he said softly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Well, it was something he wasn't particularly upset that he couldn't do, at least.

If there was anything he had learned about this girl so far, it was that she wasn't boring. Could stand to be a little more boring, actually. Xun preferred the company of quiet, calm people; George, as spazzy as she was, was exactly the opposite. It didn't mean he disliked her, just that she would take some getting used to. "I, ah, am sorry," he replied, scratching his shoulder. "Perhaps you could try balancing exercises to improve your coordination?" He thought he might as well suggest.

"Georgina," he repeated in a quiet voice. That definitely sounded more feminine. But the fact that George didn't like it would keep him from calling her that. "I... Is the Queen's mother named Georgina in England?" he asked, innocently confused. The quicker he caught onto her sense of humor, the better.

"It... Yes," he agreed, brow furrowing at the crude terminology. He only cursed in his parents' tongue; anything else just sounded... Weird to him. Unlike a lot of speedsters, it wasn't so much that he didn't have the capability of focusing for a long period of time, it just... Simply didn't interest him. "Ah... I sketch sometimes," he replied, fidgeting with a page of his textbook. "But... I prefer active activities. Sports." He shrugged, unsure why he was sharing this with a near-stranger. "Math is alright too." Numbers were easy.

[Georgina Speer]

Quiet, calm people... they were alright. If you were either boring as fuck or didn't like loud noises. Apparently for George, there was no in-between. And balancing exercises made her think of yoga. And yoga made think of patience. George was laughingly impatient, so... yeah, no. "I'm good." She replied, smiling, "I'll just forever be a clumsy lump!"

...this guy was good at taking George seriously. Like, waaaaaaay too seriously. "I... don't even bloody well know." She admitted. Maybe she'd look it up later, if she needed another reason to not be working on homework or something.

George had quite the... colour in her language choices. Meaning she swore on a pretty regular basis. Maybe she needed to cut down on the use of bad words - who knew! But it made conversation interesting, so balls to anyone who didn't like it, George was gonna do what she wanted!

"I like Maths." It just all seemed... like common sense to her. It just fit together and it wasn't difficult to understand... she didn't understand why people struggled with it.

But she would always be too lazy to enjoy P.E.... she liked mucking around with her friends, kind of, but she didn't enjoy the sport part of it. Maybe it would help her restlessness if she took up a sport... maybe. "What do you... play? Y'know... your 'active activities'?" She inquired... maybe she'd like them as well!

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Xun himself could be a little too impatient for yoga and slower types of martial arts, so he could understand where George was coming from, although he tried to force himself to do them sometimes because they were supposed to be helpful. "O... kay..." he concluded quietly. What the heck was a clumsy lump? Was this another inside joke he didn't understand?

But now he was even more confused, and it showed in the furrow of his brow. "I... I guess I don't understand your humor," he admitted, tapping the edge of the table with his fingertips. "I'm sorry." What any of this had to do with the Queen now, he didn't know.

Maths? Why was it plural....? "Well, we do have that in common," he replied, managing a tiny smile. Xun was surprised - she didn't seem the type that would just sit down and work with numbers, but then again, who was he to judge a person's character from first meeting? Maybe she was just hyped up on coffee or something.

Xun skimmed his eyes over his work again, really wishing he could get back to it, but it seemed this girl wasn't quite done with him yet. "Oh, I practice wushu," he told her, glad that a subject of real interest had come up. "I don't, ah, like team sports very much." Being the introvert he was, he didn't like having to rely on other people; he just liked relying on himself and his own hard work. "Running is alright too. But martial arts are, uh, my sport."

[Georgina Speer]

George was graaaadually beginning to feel a teensy weensy spidery little bit awkward. She didn't like being a pain... but he was so cooool. And she wanted to gain friend. And he was cute. Cute people were fun.

She shrugged her shoulders, her energy dying down a little, "S'okay, I know I can be a bit... much." She smiled and looked at her feet, shuffling them underneath her. He had no need to apologize for George's over-confidence. By this point, she was calming down a little, twisting the remains of her lollipop between her lips. Neeeeg.

Well, she was -or had been, at least- hyped up on something, but it was far from being coffee. Coffee was not something she enjoyed the taste of (and she would probably explode from the ridiculous amount of caffeine). She reflected a smile back, a calmer one. She honestly liked learning, when it was things she cared about. Or that came easily to her. Maths came easily to her, therefore, she liked it. Also, when you had to fiddle with the numbers for ages, and then you came up with the right answer - that feeling? Brilliant.

The idea of focusing on work was difficult for George to comprehend. As before, learning was something she enjoyed, but only if she cared. She did not care a bit about some subjects, so procrastination would occur.

Wushu? She had... heard correctly, right? She'd just... never heard of it. Sounded awesome, though. But as he went on... mmm, violence. Yeah, that was more up her sister's alley. Louise was just getting into kick-boxing, if she remembered correctly. She would like this guy. "That's awesome." She had to admit, it was. It was probably cool to have something like that attached to your personality - a clear thing you were good at. George... had been told she was an all-rounder. That wasn't a bad thing, not by miles - she was good at a lot of the things, but there wasn't a specific thing she could have as her own... maybe singing? Too many people were singers these days. It was annoying.

But she was intrigued in this... this 'wushu' thing. "What... what's wushu?" She asked, "Sorry, it's just completely new to me." People liked talking about their hobbies, maybe he'd be more comfortable talking about his sporty thing?