Duck Off [Open]

[Eliza Vescovi]

The art studio wasn't exactly bustling with people, and for that fact, Eliza was pretty glad. She did like to be around others... kind of... but conversation came out wrong sometimes. She preferred, right now, just to be with her little shiny duck figurine, her pencils, her sketchbook and herself. She needed nothing else.

The sight was a slightly peculiar one. Eliza was situated in the middle of the table, with her pencils in two lines, either side of her. They sat in ascending order of thickness, and she had a sharpener and an eraser nearby, which she used often and carefully, to try her best to keep all her equipment in top form.

She worked delicately on her still life drawing, eyeing up the lights and shadows, the form, shape. She was very much focused, and in the zone. To interrupt her... probably wouldn't work. She would probably ignore anyone who tried to get her attention, unless it was an emergency. She could not be distracted once she was in this mindset.

[Alena Milosz]

Alena hummed lightly to herself, walking down the halls in the direction of the photography lab. A white otter constructed of the excess energy followed the Russian, as if swimming through the air as she walked with a light bounce in her step. When she reached her destination, she pushed the door open without a second thought.

The otter energy construct halted in its movement, turning onto its back and looking curiously around the room that Alena just walked though. This was…not the photo lab. Despite the fact that Alena had been at Hammel for several months now, she sometimes still managed to mix classrooms up. Her eyebrows knit together, lips pulling downward slightly. However, she quickly caught sight of someone sitting in the middle of the room, and a small wave of anxiety washed over her. Being caught walking into the wrong room made her look like something of an idiot.

So she walked forward, trying to make her faltering step look as natural as possible. Even if the girl wasn’t paying attention, Alena suddenly felt hyperaware of her own presence. Just…pretend to grab some supplies and head out, right? Right. Nice and easy.

With careful steps, she walked towards what she assumed was the supply closet. However, the otter started to head in the direction of the girl, using Alena’s curious nature as a means to explore what she was doing. However, the otter’s attention quickly moved to the closet Alena opened, or rather various art supplies that fell out of it and onto her. A prank, likely, but the Russian girl was caught right in it, stumbling backwards as she tried to juggle the various items. Ultimately, she failed, falling flat on her back as a set of paintbrushes fell on top of her.

[Eliza Vescovi]

Eliza didn't even flinch at the new arrival to the room. Simply put, she didn't care enough to notice. She was too busy putting her effort and attention into something more productive than human interaction. That might have sounded... robotic, cold, maybe, but it was true. And it wasn't like she didn't care about other people, of course she did. Just not right now. Or at least 68% of the time.

Her handstrokes were delicate and precise, as Eliza continued to remain bent over her work, completely focused. That was, of course, until someone had the nerve to start throwing art supplies around. Eliza put down her pencil quickly, so she didn't ruin her work, and grabbed the wheels of her chair, pulling herself out from the table and rolling slowly over to where the girl was to complain.

Except, she felt like she couldn't. This seemed to be a situation where she couldn't exactly get angry at the other girl. She was annoyed, yes, but she said nothing on that matter.

The long haired brunette looked down at the girl, taking note of the ghost-like otter but ignoring it -this was a meta school, what did you expect?- and frowned, "I don't think you were expecting that." Stating the obvious, yes, but that was what Eliza did. She probably would have helped the girl up, or picked up some items, if she could have. Instead, she smiled stiffly, "I hope you're okay." She wasn't lying, but not for the reason expected. If this girl was hurt, she would probably have to help more, which she wasn't sure how to do. And she didn't like being unsure, as a number one fact. Along with being wrong.

[Alena Milosz]

“ай…” Alena cringed as she hit the floor, as she had landed in the least graceful way possible. Fortunately for her, the camera around her neck hadn’t been damaged nor was she seriously injured. Still, that didn’t prevent something of a whine from escaping her lips.

So she simply laid there for a minute, eyes shut. It wasn’t until the girl approached her did Alena’s curious eyes open. “Uh, no… I wasn’t.” She admitted, staring up at the girl from the floor.

After a few seconds, she pushed herself up, brushing the dust from her camera before she did the same to her shoulders. “I’m sorry.” Why was she sorry? She wasn’t quite sure. Possibly for disturbing the girl. Either way, she gave an embarrassed grin.

Immediately, Alena began to pick up the supplies scattered across the floor. Each item with picked up carefully, and although she was unsure where to put everything, she tried her best to do so. The otter swam around her head, watching curiously before turning its attention to the other girl. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

[Eliza Vescovi]

Eliza regarded the girl. She was intrigued by quite a few things - she was aware of and interested by the otter that hovered around her, even if it was expected for occurrences of a seemingly supernatural nature to be happening in such an environment (there were a large variety of powers, and Eliza was interested by... practically all of them); she wondered why the girl had a camera around her neck, and she wondered how long she would be here to disturb her.

"It's alright. After all, I don't think either of us could have predicted that the cupboard would spill its contents onto you - not unless you have precognition or something similar, because I don't." The most she could do with this event involving her ability was... well, remember it. Not that that was a problem, it just wasn't very useful when the event was actually going on. She smiled back a little stiffly.

She watched the girl for a moment, and mentally noted the number of times she misplaced something. One... two... that one went in the right place... three... four... if she could have, Eliza probably would have pushed the girl out of her way and sorted everything herself. As it was, that wasn't a possibility. Instead, she avoided watching and picked up anything that was near her chair. She didn't stop collecting items when the girl spoke again, "You did." She didn't say it in a blunt or annoyed manner (even if she was being blunt and she was still annoyed, but to a lesser degree), but with a friendly tone. Her hand became full, so she placed the various pencils, brushes and such onto a table, quickly sorting the objects so that all the related items were together before looking for anything else.

[Alena Milosz]

Precognition? Not quite. It took Alena a few moments to figure out what the word meant, having still not used to speaking English on a regular basis. “I do not either.” She replied in time, giving a thoughtful nod.

Although she put practically everything in the wrong place, Alena managed to fit everything back into the closet in what she assumed as an organized manner. “Oh, thank you!” She chirped, taking what the girl had picked up and set on the table before also fitting them in the closet.

Slowly, she closed the closet, as if fearing everything would spill out again. Fortunately, it hadn’t and the Russian turned to the girl, offering an apologetic smile. Despite the brunette’s tone, Alena still felt incredibly bad for interrupting her in such a way. Her curious eyes moved towards the table she had been at, the neatly laid out pencils catching her interest. “Are you drawing?” She asked, her smile growing. “Can I see?”

She was also oblivious to just how much she was disturbing the girl.

[Eliza Vescovi]

"Then neither of us is to blame." Just whoever was idiotic and disrespectful enough to be so careless when replacing the items into the cabinet, so that they would all fall out. They were to blame, whoever they were.

This was killing Eliza, but she managed to have enough tolerance so that she didn't just blatantly call the girl out for her inability to sort such simple items. Didn't mean she would forget this though. She could almost feel the words being imprinted onto the girl's profile in her head - 'lacking in the ability to organize, ignorant'. She had learned not to say such things aloud, but she wouldn't stop herself from thinking them. She said nothing in reply to the thanks, and seeing that there was nothing else to collect, she swiveled around and made her way back to her work.

At the same time as this 'visitor'. Eliza held in the groan of exasperation that she wanted to let out at the fact that she wouldn't just use her two feet and walk away. "I was," She said, as she pulled up to the desk, "And I don't really want to be bothered any longer." She just wanted to keep sketching before the light moved too much and changed how the highlights and shadows sat. Even already, the little figurine looked different. It wasn't like Eliza could force the other girl to leave, but she wished she could.