Watch the flying slushy! [open]

[Delilah Grande]

So three months now. Three months. It had been that long. She'd been at Hammel that long and she was really feeling the burn to be back on the streets of Naples singing opera with her mother and laughing with her hugely extended family. Delilah had made little progress in the way of making friends so far. Not because she wasn't trying. Mainly because she was just so accident prone that people dodged or flinched when ever they saw her walking down the hallways. It was cold out and yet, the young female was walking down town sipping on a slush puppie.

Ever since arriving in America she'd been addicted to slush puppies. They were just so good and brain freeze was a pleasant yet strange feeling for her so she sipped whatever she could down as fast as she possibly could hoping to leave her mind comfortably numb. Her mind so often was not comfortably numb. She still felt guilty for having cheated on her boyfriend with a girl and a girl she wasn't supposed to be around in the first place because she had been raised a catholic. Never mind... that was in the past.

Surely with the amount of hail marys she'd done and the hours of apologizing she'd have been forgiven and she promised never to do any of that again. Lily shook her head, eyes keeping track of the news in that week's paper as she walked down the street. This might have been an easy activity for most people but with Lily it spelled disaster. Before she could even yelp or scream, her body was brought to an abrupt hault by the fact that she had not seen the crate in front of her filled with apples. Her drink had gone flying out of her hand.

Apples had scattered into the walkway where people could have easy fell on them and crashed to the ground and by the time Delilah had recovered her scattered brain in time to look up, she noticed that someone had taken the blunt hit of her cold slushy. Lily slowly pulled herself from her strewn out possition across the crate with the expression like she was about to get murdered by the slushy drenched person then she started gathering apples and slowly returning them to the crate sparing a glance ever few seconds at the person.

[Sidra Cotton]

Bad enough that Vermont got cold early in the autumn season. Worse still that there had already been a dusting of snow that had melted away. Even worse yet was the slushy that had flown from the clumsy girl's hand, lost it's lid, and spilled itself upon the painstakingly built outfit the notorious goth was wearing.

Air hissed inward between Sidra's teeth as her arms flew wide and she stared first at the clothes she wore and then at the tumbled curly head of the girl gathering the apples she'd tripped over. If looks could kill, the apple tripper would be a pile of ash and nothing more. As it was, that was not Sidra's particular ability, but if it had been she would have happily kicked the pile of ash into the wind.

Running the tip of her tongue between her teeth, and over the custom acrylic fangs she was never without, the clearly irate goth took a breath. For the casual bystander it might appear that she was attempting to calm her frazzled nerves, but that was the illusion.

"You," she swatted her hands, freeing them of the icy cling as best she could before wiping them viciously against the beverage that had clung to her clothes, "are quite possibly the third most incompetent creature I have ever had the misfortune of coming across." The coloring of the slushy was going to set into the white of the corset. At least the shirt had been black, but the corset and skirt... with luck a soak in cold water and a little bit of bleach would fix the pending issue. "Whoever thought it was a good idea to let you out, is the second."

[Delilah Grande]

Each time a sharp movement came from the vampire like girl before her, trouble on legs flinched. She shoved the arm full of apples in her hands back into their holding crate which she'd fell into because she was more interested in the events of the week then looking where she was going before flinching at the annoyance in the girl's voice. Lily crouch again to gather another heap of apples but straighted up just as quickly dropping the three or four that she'd gathered so they clattered to the ground in every which way. Her bottom lip trembled at the words spoken.

Tears filled her dark eyes and she quickly dropped them so the other girl wouldn't see. She deserved that. She was incompetant and she knew it. Lily quickly cleared her throat and brushed away a stray tear glancing over the girl before reaching out to gingerly brush away some more clinging ice from the girl's top flinching when her delicate fingers touched the cold.
"I'm so sorry... I'm... I'm..."
She quickly took off her jacket and held it out to the girl choking back a sob as she tried to form a brave face.

Go figure. Another person who didn't like her.
"I wasn't paying attention. I was..."
Her lips pressed together tightly. This vampiric girl probably didn't wanna hear it.
"I ruined it. All of it. The apples. Your outfit. I'm sorry... You can keep the jacket...."
Which happened to be her favourite. Long, white leather with a tuft of fake furr around the sleeves. It had a few patches of stains on it from where she'd had different little accidents on it.

"What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"
Lily complied with a sigh lowering her head like a child having been scolded. Incompetent... useless Delilah.

[Sidra Cotton]

Was she... Sweet darkness the girl was crying. One tumble, one outfit ruined, and she was crying. Had she no spine? No pride in herself? If the thickly accented, barely understandable apology were any indication, then no. But there was something about the little Foreign Girl that reminded Sidra just enough of her younger sister, Fallon.

Maybe it was the way she'd tentatively reached out to help brush the remaining slushy bits from the sleeve of her shirt. Or maybe it was the tumble of hair against pale cheeks. The scared eyes. Fallon, while a Cotton and thus a force of nature in her own right, was the most timid of the three children.

Pushing the mostly white coat back at the girl, Sidra huffed. Even with the slight reminder of her sister, Si couldn't go soft in public. "Don't. It doesn't match anything I have," that was a blatant lie, the coat was gorgeous and with a little care could be epic, "and I have neither the want nor need of it." But she would be damned if she didn't remember the cut and try to work out a pattern for it.

It was the last little straw when she lowered her head as though beholden to her. While, in normal circumstances, Sidra would feel entitled to such an action, from someone with no spine what-so-ever it felt cheated. There was no sport in it. The sport, however, would lay in trying to teach the girl to grow a pair.

"Christ, grow a pair!" The goth hissed in German and then again in English. "Pick your head up, look at me! Do you go through everything cowering like a kicked puppy?!" It was pathetic, the whole situation. If it had been anyone else who'd been doused in frozen beverage, Si would have laughed, cruelly. But because it was her she had done what she always did, lash out. And it resulted in... this.

"Put your damn coat back on, I can change back at the school." Never mind that she was about to pick up her order from the music shop, it would wait. The CD's were already paid for so all she had to do was pick them up and she could do that on the weekend. "Leave the apples, they're unsellable now anyway. Walk with me," she was assuming the girl went to Hammel, it seemed everyone did in Pilot Ridge. Did or had. "And explain to me, why you're such a limp damn noodle."

[Delilah Grande]

The coat.... her favourite coat was pushed back into her arms and Lily looked even more offended and hurt now then she had before. What was wrong with her coat?! It was designer label straight from Naples. It had cost her papa a pretty Euro to buy the coat for her fifteenth birthday and she'd been so in love with the damned thing. But it seemed it was not good enough for the vampire girl. It seemed very little she could do right now could fix what had happened. It wasn't intentional... these things just happened to her. She'd never meant to upset anyone.

Couldn't the girl understand that? She was just born accidental. Even her cousin's teased her about it and dodged out of her way most of the time expecting something to happen. Lily pouted slightly and shook her head.
"It's not meant to be... a gift. It's meant to keep you warm... you're wet. "
Lily held it out again a sorta determined look on her face. The one her mother normally gave her cousins when they were slacking on their orders in the kitchen.

"Just take it! "
Lily said sharply stamping her foot and shaking the coat a little. There was her balls. The girl wanted to see them, well there they were. A frown formed on her features in annoyance. She was not putting her coat back on but then the girl mentioned changing at Hammel. Lily raised her eyebrows.
"You go to Hammel... great..."
Lily half whispered in a tone of disappointment.

Lily glanced around at the apples which she had ruined and slowly dug her hand into her pocket pulling out her purse. She could fix this... she had to fix this... Lily paused and frowned at the vampire girl as sharp and hard as her fangs.
"Why are you German people so cold? I'm not a limp noodle... I'm an accident waiting to happen. "
Lily pulled out a twenty, hoping it would be enough for the floored and ruined apples then tucked it under the mountain she'd piled back in the display crate.

The request to walk with her, confused Lily but she abided... she did ask what she could do to make it up to the girl and apparently this was it.
"Aren't vampires supposed to stay out of the sun or something? Or be in a club rather then on the street?"
It was simple curiousity and she didn't think the question would be at all annoying. Lily lowered her eyes to the strange clothes that fit the strange redhead so perfectly.

"I'm really sorry...Lemon could get rid of that stain...Are you sure you want me to walk with you? I'm dangerous."
Lily was speaking too much. Maybe she'd annoy the girl enough to get punched. Oh God... Maybe the girl wanted to get her out of the crowd so that could happen. Another question popped into her mind.
"You said I'm third and the people who let me out was second. Who's the most incompetent person you ever met then?"

If she was gonna get beat up she might as well ask now before she couldn't talk any more or whatever...

[Sidra Cotton]

There was a bit of spine to the girl after all. Arching her eyebrows she stared at her unlucky, unwitting companion she watched as the foot fell into a stamp. How many times had Fal performed that very move? With a pouty lower lip before she slipped into one of her manic tantrums? Accent and obvious physical differences aside, she could be Fallon.

But she wasn't.

Wrapping her fingers around the coat as it was thrust back towards her, Si slipped her arms inside. It was a bit small for her, but the make and quality was unmistakable. Absolutely she'd have to work out a pattern for it.

"Don't we all attend that damned prison of a school? I suspect the town itself was built around the school so us freaks had a place to go after. Also, I'm not German, though it's sweet of you to think so." Her accent must have gotten much better. Bless her German goth music. Bless Rammstein and E Nomine. They taught her nearly all she knew.

Though the admission that she was an accident waiting to happen... it nearly startled a laugh out of the goth. Nearly. "Good of you to recognize it. Is it a side effect of your ill fated 'ability'? Or did you not get forced into ballet when you were five? I thought that was a universal torture."

Once the twenty was placed Sidra turned and began to lead the nameless clumsy female back towards the school. "The club scene here is lacking, and Dracula walked during the day." Simple enough answer, "Besides, I don't transform into mist or a wolf, so I have to use the streets to move around." Her tone was cool rather than cold. She was still irritated about her corset, but the other was right about lemon. Lemon and bleach after. She'd have to be careful not to drain the color from the central heart and the black stripes of the skirt, but she should be able to manage.

NOW she was being asked about who the first most incompetent person she knew was. Sweet darkness, did the girl ever stop chattering? So very much like Fallon.

Cutting her eyes sideways to look at the girl in profile, Sidra shrugged. "My brother." It wasn't fair, and as much as she loved him, he was her brother and it was her prerogative to give him hell. "He's always getting underfoot, but worse I lived with him. At least I don't share a dorm with you, I'd fear for my things and might have to string you from the ceiling." A threat she'd produced more often for her siblings when they were in the way. How long had it been since she'd said it?

An unseemly pang of homesickness struck, only to be shoved back and mostly ignored.

"It's sad really. He has so much potential, but just keeps flubbing it. And without me around I'm sure his growth has stunted and he fell in with the Twihards." The horror. As hot as the actor was, the books and films were a travesty for the Vampire subculture. An absolute travesty. "He sent me glitter for my birthday this year. GLITTER, it's the herpes of the costuming world. Once it's out, there's no getting rid of it." Pulling her eyes forward again, Sidra felt along the hem of the coat she wore thoughtfully.

She was impressed, mildly, with the way the girl had shoved the coat back. There was potential there. "You may not be as completely hopeless as I thought. You did show a bit of spine back there." It was a grudging compliment. "There's hope for you yet, once you learn to walk without falling all over. Small steps first, I suppose. And don't try to effing READ while you walk if you can't do it. The print on page won't go anywhere until you get to where you can sit."

[Delilah Grande]

The young Italian glanced around the town when it was mentioned that this place was probably built around Hammel for Hammel.
"Really? You think so?"
Lily asked mildly suspicious. She'd never thought about it like that.Kocher was surrounded by forrest so she found herself safe and away from people, pretty isolated really. Delilah sighed... Hammel wasn't a prison to her.

Hammel was an escape from her prison. She'd betrayed the church, her family, her boyfriend... well... ex-boyfriend now. The moment she'd started a relationship with another girl, she'd sinned. It had been hard to walk away but it had also been a prison she was trapped in. It had been so horrible....What surprised her more was that the strange girl liked being called German. Lily frowned deeply.
"Have you ever met a German person before?"
She asked in concern for the girl who thought Germans were so great...

Lily was glad that she'd taken the jacket at least. Some of the guilt faded when the jacket was on the girl but the moment it had been taken she'd avoided saying how good it looked on the goth girl in case goth girl took it off and shoved it at her once more. Lily frowned deeply though when she heard the comment about realizing she was clumsy and Lily held back commenting on that. She instead took a deep breath and said nothing but the vampire talk seemed to make the girl sound a bit more friendly. It also made her sound like a bit of a freak.

Who turns into wolves or mist?
"... right. How stupid of me..."
How did people get this obsessed with things. Her whole world was centered around this then? Lily's eyes fixed on the girl's black and red shiny lipglossed lips so she could see the fangs.
"Have you ever...bitten anyone?"
What must it feel like to get bitten by those fangs...?

Lily's eyes widened at the threat. Thank God, she wasn't Sidra's brother or sister or ROOMMATE! Lily stared at the goth girl in shock.
"You're really... scary..."
Lily rolled her shoulders in discomfort. Was the girl seriously able to imagine stringing someone from the ceiling like that? Then again... she got the point.

"I'd be afraid for my stuff too though, if I moved in with me...uhm..."
Yeah she knew that made no sense what so ever. She wasn't going to correct herself though. Forget that for a joke...Lily let the girl blabber on about her brother not knowing half the slang she was supposed to. She'd only been in America for three months now so it all sounded like alienish to her right then. She refrained from saying 'I like glitter' outloud but she did! She liked glitter. Twihards was lost on her though. She didn't read stuff like that anyway...

She read general knowledge books and facts and the news and history and never fiction... She hated fiction. Once she was given those compliments she couldn't help but smile at the girl then bit into her bottom lip, to hide the smile as she was given a lesson in 'how not to be a clutz' 101. Then Lily's smile faded and she stopped right where she was, twisting to face the direction they'd come from.
"My newspaper! I was only on the front page! "
Lily cried in disappointment, that trademark pout settling on her lips.

[Sidra Cotton]

Honestly Si hadn't thought about the town being built around the school before, it was just something she'd said off the cuff, but it made sense didn't it? The same way it made sense that they had a mutant in the basement with the power of Midas to pay for everything. Because, really... a forced private school with dorms? She KNEW her dad couldn't afford the tuition for a place like Hammel, but neither could he afford a home tutor for her 'gift'.

So she let it hang in the air, allowing the Little Foreign Girl to make up her own mind one way or the other.

"God I WISH I'd met a German before. That accent. That language. It's sexy as hell. I figure I'll be prepared when it happens. Or if I move there. That's the dream anyway." Not that it would ever happen. She had her dad to think about. And her siblings. She couldn't just leave them. But it was nice to think about Germany from time to time.

So caught up in her own future dreaming, Sidra nearly missed the question about having bitten anyone. Which did startle a laugh out of her.

"No. The teeth are made for it, but I haven't. Too many people find it more fetishy than frightful, and I'm more about the horror aspect than the wilting flower meets predator that seems to be present in most of the books these days. I blame Anne Rice mostly, for the defanging. Really, a vampire should be about hunting. Eating. And moving on. None of that oh no! an eternity of life. What ever will I do on a rainy day?" she snorted in a rather un-vampire like manner. "I'll tell you what they should be doing! Hunting! Killing! Playing with their food before ripping the throat out to feed!"

She preened at the compliment of being scary and offered a pleased, "Thank you!" in return.

Continuing forward, Sidra considered how she would hunt, and kill her prey. Her brother would probably stuff his under the bed like a cat or something until it was rancid. Assuming he was ever turned too. And then realized that the other wasn't walking with her and instead had stopped and turned.

"You're newspap-- are you joking? Seriously? I'm pretty sure Hammel gets the paper, we can probably get it out of the teacher's lounge if you want to know what's going on that badly. Or better yet, google it. Most papers are online now anyway." But there was that pout that was so like Fallon's.

"Oh Jesu-- FINE, let's go get it." Turning back, her booted feet striking a staccato against the pavement Si gripped the other girl by the elbow. "Don't start crying again."

"Er... what's your name, I can keep calling you Foreign Girl in my head, or give you a new name like a pet or something. I like Tracy. I think it would suit you." Keep babbling, lead her back to the paper that had been more or less ruined by the spill and tumble.

"Shit." In the German.

[Delilah Grande]

Delilah was even more horrified now that she'd said that she wanted to meet a German. God no. They were well... strange... Uh... different and well, the best way for the hot blooded meditereanian girl to explain it, was cold.
"You'd fit right in with them..."
To Lily it was an insult. To the goth girl it was a compliment so it sounded right on either side of the whole battle over Germans.

She wished she could introduce her to some of the Germans she'd gone to school with. They didn't do very well with the whole relationship thing with other human beings. Was the goth girl the same? Did she not do relationships with other people easy? Was she really gonna beat Lily up? Lily yerked again in response to the whole vampire talk business. So she wanted to be untouchable and scary and mean and ... horrific? She enjoyed it. What could Lily say to that!

"Okay, this is getting awkward, like American Psycho awkward...But I'll pretend you don't like blood and gore as much as you do and make it very much less awkward for me if that's okay with you..."
Lily offered nodding slowly. The internet! NO God no! There was nothing like opening a News paper for the first time. The scent of the print, the ink, the fizzy pictures and the cartoon. The crossword puzzles! Oh the sport section had always helped her speak to boys back in her own school. Her boyfriend there's mates loved her.

Opening someone else's paper was not the same. She needed her own paper. A new fresh one... She realized that if ever goth girl did turn on her all she had to do was use her secret weapon... her pout. She was guided along the streets by the goth girl who had a grip on her arm and she winced visibly at the grip since she kinda felt like a kid being lead by their mother.

"Delilah... My name is Lily and yours? I won't cry...It's just... I've never been called incompetant so blatantly before. It stung..."
The girl would find delight it that and Lily mentally kicked herself for saying it.
"Then again... Tracy stings more."
Tracy... Stacy. Lily bit into her bottom lip then heard the swear word come from the girl beside her.

"Oh.."
The paper was not only trampled but scattered in every direction making Lily sigh in disappointment. Her shoulder slumped.
"It's ruined..."
Lily whispered, a cold shiver passing through her body now that she was standing still.

"It's okay. like you said... there's the internet right?"
At that point, Lily didn't sound okay. She sounded like it was the end of the entire world. No crying... Lily twisted round, wrapped her arms around her chest and headed back toward Hammel.
"Let's just go, Reaper girl..."
Lily muttered. She's so been looking forward to the newspaper. Now she was looking forward to curling up in her bed...

[Sidra Cotton]

Who didn't like blood and gore? It was part of America's pass-time. Horror movies. Slasher flicks. If she was unsettling Delilah (which was admittedly an interesting name) then so much the better. No sense in letting her get too cozy and comfortable. She wasn't Fallon any more than Sean was her father. They were mere semblances, reminders of what she hadn't been permitted to be around.

Presuming she graduated she would go back to them. Skip the whole ceremony, make Hammel mail her her the certificate. Fuck them all, they'd stolen years from her. Snatched her away from her family, and placed her in the North in a tiny state with little to nothing going for it. If her corsets didn't start selling at the shop,s he was gone. Simple as that.

"You tell yourself whatever you have to, Delilah. But you were being incompetent and quite idiotic if you know you're an accident on legs..." as the other girl's face fell upon discovering the fate of her beloved newspaper, Sidra rolled her eyes. It was just a newspaper. Nothing special... but then others had said the same thing about her third edition copy of Dracula. Nothing special. Just a book. THere were Kindle's. And it just wasn't the same.

"Oh for crissake. S'much as I like the name Reaper Girl, you can go on calling me that if Sidra doesn't work, having you mope around the school is going to be twice as annoying as you spilling things on people. There are paper stands along the way back, if you have a few quarters you can get another copy."

At least Fallon smiled! Joked. Though 'reaper girl' did come perilously close to the line, Sidra would accept the nickname. Delilah was an odd mix. Spineless but with a pair of balls that occasionally peeked out. And a deadly pout.

Damn pout.

"We'll get you your paper, get me changed, get you your coat back..." after she traced the seams with pattern paper, "And then be done with it. I'll go back to my blood soaked musings, and you can read your paper will sitting down somewhere, eh?" And not tripping all over herself and spilling frozen drink on someone in an already cold state.

[Delilah Grande]

Once Delilah had seen that her newspaper was smashed and ruined she didn't pay attention anymore to the girl who seemed to be attempting to give her another set of insults. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the newspaper. She didn't care about new insults or anything. She'd come into town specifically in order to try and get herself a newspaper so she could keep track of events both IN the States and outside of the states. Delilah was pretty disappointed about her newspaper and she was almost possitive that she would not get another as long as she was walking Sidra home.

Until Sidra mentioned they go get one from a news stand. Her eyes lit up and she shot them to the goth girl a warm bright smile spreading across her lips.
"Really!? You'd let me buy the paper?!"
Lily nearly squealed almost wrapping her arms around the other girl in a hug but refraining from doing so because she really didn't want to get smacked. She was moping no more and nearly bounced her way down the street beside her new friend...

Delilah frowned just as quickly as she'd smiled when she'd heard that Sidra wanted to go at it solo again.
"But I thought... we were getting to know one another. Its going so well. You don't really want us to head our seperate ways do you?"
Lily asked with a concerned look on her face. She couldn't believe that the minute she'd made her new friend, her new friend wanted nothing to do with her. How was that even possible. She'd thought Sidra liked her.

"Don't you like me? "
Delilah asked, refraining again from a certain action, this time her pout. She knew she could get to this girl and this girl seemed to be forming a soft spot for her.
"I can do your homework. I'm really smart... I'll do it if you'll have lunch with me some days. I'll even watch a gory movie with you......"
Lily regretted saying that the moment it came out and she wrinkled her nose.

That's when she spotted it, a news paper stand, and she rushed forward to go look for her papper nearly stumbling and tripping into the stand though, she'd managed to catch herself before she did collide. Self conciously, and with a thick shade of red covering her face, she glanced over her shoulder to the other girl.

{{Rubbish. I know.}}

[Sidra Cotton]

"Of course you can buy another pap-" Si began to retort but was cut off when the other girl-Delilah, said they were getting on. Almost pouted when she asked if Sidra was sure about going separate ways.

"I...what?" She didn't like normal people. She scared them. Tormented them. Reminded them on a daily basis that they were inferior to her in every way. How, for goth's sake, did this bubbly accident prone female decide that they were becoming friends? And more importantly WHY was she trying to bribe her way into Si's life with promises of homework...

"You'd watch a horror movie..." That certainly piqued Si's interest. She'd recently become very fond of a movie Gelsey (her zombie addicted best friend from back home) had suggested, and thought it would be a fantastic 'first gore' for the bubblegum girl.

Was it giving too much ground if she agreed to have lunch with Delilah if she watched the movie? It would be introducing the other to a new world. Show her the darker side and all of it's glory.

And just as quickly, before Sidra could offer the compromise, Delilah was off, and tripping into the newspaper stand. Sidra face-palmed. Her fingers splayed across her eyes as she sighed. If nothing else the girl needed to be taught how to walk. And what better way than in goth boots. If one could keep their balance in the heavy, clunky things, then they could keep their balance in anything.

With a few quick strides she was next to Delilah again, "Alright, here's the deal. You watch a movie with me, I'll occasionally have lunch with you. AND I'll do my best to help you not trip all over yourself all the time." Massive undertaking, but maybe along the way the sister-reminder would learn a few things.

"Let's get back to the school where it's potentially safer, eh?"

[Delilah Grande]

Delilah noticed the uncertainty, the doubt in Sidra's voice and flinched a little at it watching the other girl with a sullen feeling hovering in her bones. Maybe Sidra didn't know what to say to keep from hurting Lily or maybe the other girl was trying to keep her from pouting again. Lily wasn't sure if it mattered to Sidra, her feelings. She didn't know if Sidra would care in the slightest about voicing her opinions, or so it seemed, so Lily was almost certain that Sidra would tell her to get away if she didn't want Lily there. Lily couldn't help but avert her eyes and smile when Sidra repeated the movie thing.

She nodded slowly flashing her soft brown eyes at the goth girl.
"As long as I have something to cling to ...."
Lily suddenly realized that that sounded like she was flirting with Sidra so she quickly added.
"You know, like a pillow or a teddybear or something..."
She prayed that she hadn't put her foot in it with the slip of her tongue. The last thing she wanted was for Sidra to brush her aside and think of her as a waste of time.

Opposites attract. She prayed that statement was truth. Of course, she'd have won Sidra over if she hadn't fallen over the news stand. That was Lily's innitial thought until Sidra said that they could have lunch together if she watched a movie with Sidra. The bright girl nodded quickly, and paper in hand started toward the school trying to pretend that she didn't make a fool out of herself ... again.
"Thank you, ... Reaper girl."
Lily dared a glance beside her but her face was bright red in a blush.

"You can try, I guess. I doubt you'd succeed in anything of the sort. I'm a authentic born wrecker. "
Lily joked. She was just simply content to have someone to talk to at lunch. Normally all she had was the newspaper or a national geographics magazine to amuse her during lunch, breakfast and dinner. Now, someone actually would talk to her, despite her having to bribe them into doing so.

[Sidra Cotton]

"Yeah, sure, I got a ton of pillows. S'long as you don't mind watching a movie on a laptop screen, then we're good. I doubt they'll let me use the student lounge to watch Dod Sno with all the little kids around." She rolled her own eyes. "People are so sensitive."

Reaper Girl. She really did like that nickname and had this fluffy twit to thank for it. Would wonders never cease? Apparently not.

"Don't worry about it. We'll get you walking like a person. We'll start big and go small. If you can walk in platforms then you can walk normal." Sidra wasn't feeling half as annoyed as she originally had been. The slushy mess was drying onto her corset, but she was confident she could get most of it out. And if not, it didn't take much to make a new one.

"So. Now that we have a deal. When is your lunch period?" Si wasn't above skipping out of class early, much to her instructors, trainer, and Dr. Neville's chagrin. "I'm sure you've figured out the school food is pretty standard crap fare." Now that the newspaper was in hand, and they were pointed back in the direction of the school, she was feeling more and more... generous. Kind. Very un-Sidra like descriptors. "You should probably follow me back to the dorm so I can give you your jacket back. Uh... after I trace out the seams. Don't panic, I'm not going to rip it apart, I'm a goth of many talents."

[Delilah Grande]

Lily’s eyebrows raised when she heard what Sidra said about not being able to watch on the big student lounge TV. It was that bad was is? She was having second thoughts already, although she would not voice them to anyone really. That would be a little too cowardly. No, she could do this. She’d be fine. It was give and take really, wasn’t it?

If she wanted a friend she needed to watch a gruesome movie with that friend. She shuddered and nodded.
”Yeah, sensitive. ”
She agreed halfheartedly, lowering her eyes uncertainly. Sounded like a whole lot of challenges not to puke or crawl under the bed to her.

One thing made her feel more at ease about everything. The fact that she wouldn’t be alone during the watching of the movie. Sidra would be there. That brought her some form of relief. Then the mention of walking in platforms came and her eyes widened a little bit at the mere thought of having to walk on platforms.
”Oh God. I’ll break an ankle in the shoes you have on. I can barely walk in high heels. How do you expect me to walk in those? Really?”
This gothic girl had high hopes if she thought she’d be able to kill Lily’s ability to make everything fall apart around her.

Lily practically fell out of the womb clumsy. Sidra didn’t know the half of it. Lily kept up quite easily after she had her paper in hand but she had to fight the desire to look into the paper. She’d have loved to read and walk but that hadn’t worked out as brilliantly for her in the past so she refrained from doing such now.
”Oh around two pm though on Fridays, for some strange reason, it’s an hour earlier. If that doesn’t fit in with your lunch break we could just meet up for dinner or maybe nip for a bite to eat over the weekends.”
Lily quickly explained.

With her keep-to-yourself theory, she never did much over the weekends so it would certainly be nice to have someone to go grab a burger with on a Saturday afternoon or something like that. Delilah gave the goth girl a warm smile when she mentioned the food being crap and rolled her shoulders slightly.
”It really doesn’t bother me. Food is food. I usually stick to safe options anyway, like veggies or pasta. I also don’t panic about clothes. I’m very… not girly where that is concerned. You make them? Did you make any of the stuff you’re wearing right now?”
Delilah asked curiously as they turned a corner watching the Goth girl beside her. This was easier then she’d expected, making a friend.