That's just what I do [Jason]

[Cilla Lynch]

Lost in thoughts Cilla made her way outside the school building. She just came from math class and was still epically confused about basically everything the teacher had tried to explain. Since teachers always seemed to like new students, she asked Cilla to answer one of her questions. Cilla had stared at her teacher blankly, very much trying not to loose her calm state of mind in fear of changing. She was always more afraid of that happening when there was a table nearby as that seemed to be her favourite object. It wasn't, really, because it was the object that caused the worst stiffness of anything she'd ever transformed in. But appearantly it was easy, or something. In the end the teacher let it go but after class, the two had a talk. The teacher worried about her and therefore gave her extra work to do.

Thank you so much for helping me! Not.

It did worry Cilla though. She used to get by with the help of her father - or his money, rather. But ever since she'd been introduced to schools for weird people, as she called them because she couldn't remember the word Meta, there was no help anymore. Which meant she failed almost all of her classes all the time. It was stressful, to be honest.

School was over for today and Cilla didn't feel like going back to her dorm just yet. The wheater was quite nice still: warm, dry and the sun was shining bright. For Cilla this meant time to go outside and find someone to talk with. And where better to do this than on the courtyard? She felt happy for wearing black shorts and a simple blue top today: loads of skin for the sun to colour.

Cilla was right on the courtyard thing: there were quite some people on the courtyard, just enjoying the sun, talking, laughing. Cilla watched two guys throwing a football. She wondered if they were on the team or just having some fun. They appeared to do quite well. This made Cilla think a bit more, how did Hammel deal with super strength in students? Were they still allowed to join a sportsclub? Wouldn't that be a bit unfair? Hammel didn't play teams of other schools at this point, but what if they would in the fut-

"Aaah!" before she knew it, she was lying on the ground feeling very confused. It took her a couple of seconds to figure out she tripped over someones bag and fell to the ground. "Ooh.. Oops." she grinned, hoping no one saw and that the bag belonged to someone that was away for a little while.

[Jason Simple]

*j*a*s*o*n*

Jace wasn't one of the guys throwing the football. No, he was the guy that five minutes ago got hit in the head with the football. Nobody really cared about that, though. He said he was fine and tossed the ball back to them. Jace's head was feeling a little off, but what could you expect when the very-much-harder-than-you'd-think ball hits you in the side of the head? He just walked it off, not really wanting to explain it to a nurse.

And so it happened that he was making his way back around the courtyard when he saw a blonde girl trip over a bag that was lying around, sprawling out and not moving for a moment. He jogged over to her, expecting to get there when she was already up, but she seemed to be in the exact same position she was in before, the only thing different the fact that she was grinning at the bag that had tripped her. He crouched down next to the girl and held his hand out. "That was a nice wipeout. Are you okay?" He half-smiled, still concerned for her. She wasn't writhing in agony, so probably no broken bones.

He could have just stood by, like everyone else, and let her get up herself, but he didn't operate like that. He tended to be the hero type when it came to girls of any age, even when they occasionally bit his head off for helping.

_{[[OoC: so sorry for shortness and goodlack. I think this is what "half-awake" means.]]}