ocd and mac and cheese (open)

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

It never failed to amaze Emmanuelle that even after being at the school for as long as she'd been she still found herself with no place to sit in the Cafeteria. She blamed her ridiculous class and training schedule for that. All her friends ate either the hour earlier or the one later sticking her in the fuzzy inbetween of meals. But she was hungry and not in any place to skip any more meals.

The cafeteria, like the library, and the infirmary, wasn't a place that Emmy particularly liked to be. She couldn't help but obsess over the germs and the unsanitary conditions that the food was definitely prepared under and the disgusting food they tried to pass off to the students as healthy. The gray/orange macaroni was hardly healthy and sticking peas into it didn't make it any better. But Emmy regrettably slashed some gray slop onto her plate and grabbed a fork before seeking out an empty table to sit at.

She found one close to a window and settled herself down hanging her bag off the back of her chair. She then sat herself down, smoothing out her blue skirt before going through her process. She knew it was silly but couldn't help it. She had two glasses of water on her tray. One was for drinking, the other for steaming. She wasn't about to trust the old dishwasher in the back after all. Lord knew how often that was cleaned out just cycling the germs back and forth it was like gargling backwash, gross.

She dipped her fork into the water then took it out and proceeded to steam the water off then moved onto her knife and spoon. Once all her utensils were cleaned she dared to stick a forkful of mac and cheese into her mouth trying painfully hard not to make a face.

[Romeo Buckland]

Like Emmy, Romeo has a semblance of a bone to pick with the school cafeteria as well. While the boy is fairly comfortable with the idea of dirt and germs – he lived for the past sixteen years as something most would qualify as a ‘nomad’ so grime doesn’t really get him as much as it does to other people; and besides, with higher than average levels of heavy metals dissolved in his body, it’s sure to kill most harmful agents that do manage to get inside him – what he isn’t at ease with is the amount of processed food the cafeteria serves.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s no health buff (he’s only been going to the gym recently). He wouldn’t have anything against that had, he claims, they not leave such a bad taste in his mouth. The Irish boy claims that growing up in the ‘wild’ meant fresh food almost every time. Which is why as time passed by, he grew more and more thankful of his cousin’s powers; the vegetables she grows at that secret garden of hers at the back of the school is beyond awesome. (Don’t they have plant manipulators in their staff that could do that as well anyway?)

Well, you just can’t please everyone, can you? And besides, no matter how many times the Irish boy might complain, at the end of the day, he just has to deal with it. Not like he has much of a choice.

“Err, excuse me miss, is this seat taken?” asked Romeo as he stumbled upon the once-empty table near the window. He already was set on taking it, but then he had to take a detour to grab a few pieces of napkin and bam, it was already occupied.

But then again, the occupant was a pretty blonde, so maybe his luck isn’t so bad after all.

“Dipping your utensils in hot water? Why? Aren’t the stu-” Before the Irish boy can even finish his question, a guy suddenly bumped into him, causing him to spill some of his mushroom soup onto the table. “Watch it dude!” he yelled as (what he perceived as) the jerk ran out. Then he saw where his soup went and immediately his eyes widened in panic. “Oh god, did I get some on you?”

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

Emmy went inf or another strained bite when she heard she had company. She looked up to see who the voice belonged to. His voice was nice, he had an accent but then again everyone had an accent to her. Her own accent was strange, southern yet a hint of french seeing as french was her first language. In her home her parents always spoke french and at the bakery they spoke french unless dealing with a customer. She missed her native tongue. It was rare whenever she got to speak it. Granted she was used to that. In this country it felt as if hardly anyone spoke any other language past a conversational stage. She loved her parents for making her not part of that.

The boy himself was handsome. She smiled and nodded. "Yes, of course I'd love some company." She said moving her tray she he'd have more room. She chuckled listening to where he was going with his next one. She didn't particularly like to talk about her weird quirks and ocd but she'd entertain him. She went to speak when the boy was shoved forcing his soup into the air and onto the table splashing right onto Emmy's outfit. "Shit!" She groaned half out of pain from the hot soup and half out of anger for it getting on her new off-white loose knit sweater.

She didn't even know how it happened but she was standing and groping the napkin dispenser for relief before she could utter a verbal response. "It's fine it's fine." She said blotting her shirt. She really did have terrible luck. Her ribs were still bruised from her fall earlier that week and now this? Typical. "It's just a light soup it'll come out... it's more just hot!" She laughed though it really did burn.

That was another thing she hated about cafeterias. Not only were they ridiculously unsanitary but they never seemed to get temperature right. If you ordered a coffee or tea you were sure to burn yourself and the same went with the soup.

"You'd think with all the people with abilities around here temperature regulation wouldn't be brain surgery."

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo’s face when white when she suddenly shouted and sprang up, his panic and guilt written clearly with his wide eyes and open mouth. Great. So not only did the boy ask her what seems like quite the offending question, he happily spilled a bowl of hot soup on her sweater too.

On her white sweater at that.

Thank god he chose the cream of mushroom one instead of that red soup that supposedly contains beet, lentil and other whatnots.

“I’m really sorry,” said the boy, following the blonde to the napkin dispenser and automatically helping her clean the mess he’s created. Only when he suddenly felt that he might’ve been a little too close for comfort for the girl (she dipped her fork in boiling water just a few seconds ago; who knows if she’s averse to physical contact too) did he take a step back and let the blonde clean herself. “I…I’ll try to find that jerk who pushed me and make him pay,” he muttered, biting his lip in embarrassment, “I can clean also your sweater if you want. Don’t worry, I know how to operate a washing machine unlike most guys.” He also knows how to knit and sew, but since a few of the friends he made in Hammel think it’s a little too girly, he’s not all that open into sharing it with most anyone.

Running a hand through his curls, he gave the girl a weak smile as he led her back to their seat, wiping the rest of the spill away with the wad of napkins he had in his hand. “I’m not really making a good first impression, am I?” joked the boy, offering his open palm in an effort to tell her to simply give the used napkins to him and he’ll be the one to throw it away.

Romeo flashed a grin towards the blonde, tilting his head slightly as he didn’t really get what she’s saying. “Brain surgery you say?” So not only is he blunt and a klutz, now he’s rather dumb too. Awesome. “I…I’m really sorry. I’ll just find another table.” His ego can’t take anymore beatings as it seems.

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

Everything happened so quickly. he was fussing and she was fussing and both of them were irritated and she just wanted to pause for a minute get out her tide stick and fix it. She took a breath and looked over at the boy. He looked more flustered than she was and she couldn't help herself she began to laugh. She was lucky she was pretty because if she wasn't this rudeness probably would fly even less than it already was. "Calm down it's a sweater and I'm anal enough to carry a tide stick." She said reaching into her bag and fishing out her holy grail product. "No need to chop heads off.... it should come out at least it wasn't the red soup." she said as she started to spot clean herself.

Finding it difficult to do it on her she shrugged and slipped her sweater off. Under it she wore a tiny lace tank top. It wasn't something she typically wore by itself but for the moment it would do. Besides, she didn't have much to hide. Then he was going to leave. Leave? No!

"I'm sorry don't leave." She said looking at him. 'It's not your fault someone pushed you." She laughed "Besides now you get to see me in my underwear." She joked trying to find humor for them both but it was just awkward.

"I'm Emmanuelle... or Emmy." She said flashing a pretty smile.

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo doesn’t really ‘fuss’ about stuff. Ask the friends he’s made in the half a year or so that he’s been in Hammel (it oddly feels a whole lot longer though) and they’d tell you that the Irish boy doesn’t really panic. He doesn’t even feel that much guilt around them. He’s been quite the stubborn, arrogant, little asshole jerk to his friends that they’d probably won’t believe it the first time someone tells them of the said episode in the cafeteria.

That is until you tell them that it involves an encounter with a blonde, blue-eyed girl. Then they’d probably go ‘Aaah’, laugh and finally find the semblance of a sense to it all.

(Not that he has any particular hair and eye colour preference when it comes to girls. He just thinks it’s more dramatic telling it that way. And he wouldn’t look like some douchebag skirt chaser, since he supposedly has certain criteria).

He felt relieved when he heard her laugh, even more when she took a tide stick out and began cleaning her sweater herself. Normally he’d ask her why she carries one with her, but thank goodness he had the mind not to. No need to fuel a fire that’s been put off already. “Well, the red soup looks disgusting anyway. I normally don’t believe those weird cafeteria rumours, but it’s probably the third time I’ve seen that one in the week,” he said in jest.

The Irish boy merely grinned on the mention of her being supposedly indecent; he realized that it was in jest and his skull’s thick enough not to feel all awkward about it. “I’m sorry I panicked. I mean, life’s just a little…too much lately.” Somewhat of a lie, but he felt like he needed something to justify his sudden clumsiness as he sat down. “I had two consecutive exams today and I feel like they really fucked my brain out. Plus there’s this thing between my friend and me,” he trailed off, before realizing what he just said. Talk about unloading that problem to a complete stranger. “Life,” he ended with a self-depreciating smile, shaking his head as he began eating what’s left of his soup.

“I’m Romeo. Nice to meet you Emmy,” he said, flashing a smile of his own as he offered his hand out for a handshake.

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A little rambly. I apologize. >.<
- Jam

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

Emmy continued to work on her sweater feeling a bit more comfortable now that she had something to do. She wasn't good at eating in front of people especially when it was something she didn't like. It made her feel self conscious and her weird little quirks seemed to stick out even more around dining areas. Tending to a sweater was far less weird. She could just focus her energy into the stain and at the end she'd have a clean sweater to show for it.

She laughed. "Yeah i'm pretty sure that I've seen it out a lot too lately.... I can't wait to have my own apartment so I have a kitchen so i can cook." She missed cooking. COoking and baking were probably some of her only real talents and her abilities really helped. She could boil water faster than any stove and it really helped with making multiple things at a time. She really did adore her ability. She found it to be one of the most handy ones a person could possess.

She listened to him apologize and shrugged. "It's okay... it's that time of the year.. everything's a bit hectic." She assured him as she continued. "I feel like all the teachers like to pile on work at the same time to see how much we can possibly take.... then just shit on us." she said looking up at him when he brought up an issue with his friend. She frowned. She hated hearing about problems between friends. She wondered if it was a friend or a romantic interest. She looked him over. He seemed straight as far as she could tell but then again she'd been wrong before... Was it a girl though? He caught her interest now and then he said his name. Romeo. Cute. She couldn't help but chuckle. Oh now she was praying his issues were about a tragic love.

"I like your name." She said as she slipped back into her sweater. "So. Life problems? Is it about a girl? Do i have to beat someone up?"

[Romeo Buckland]

“Oh, don’t you live in the dorms? Or is yours broken?” As far as Romeo knows, every suite’s been fitted with a kitchenette in the common room. Not all that fancy, but enough for a quick bacon-and-eggs dish. If all guy suites have them, shouldn’t the suites with girls with them contain some too? (And yes, he’s being stereotypical here). “Then again, the kitchenette in each suite is relatively small despite being functional, so it’s hard cooking stuff there too. It’s too close to the rooms too. I cooked fish once, and the room stank for days.” His roommates loved the fish (it was fresh, since Romeo caught it during one of his weekend expeditions along the town woods), but they were all in agreement that it should not happen again. Indoors at least.

Considering there’s not much of the soup left anyways, Romeo finished it rather fast, opening the water bottle he bought earlier and taking a sip before moving on to the salad course he grabbed. It was tasty and the texture was good, but he couldn’t help but feel like something’s missing. Maybe he should’ve grabbed a few couple of produce from his cousin’s secret garden and put it in there. “Totally. I mean, shouldn’t they give us some slack? Other than the usual courses most kids take, we have like, training right? I don’t think cramming late at night is easy when you have a thousand voices pounding in your head and you can’t shut them off.” Not that he’s had personal experience with that, but he’s befriended a number of telepaths and boy was he thankful he got off easy.

Had Romeo been privy to Emmy’s thoughts about him, he would’ve been just a bit iffy. The boy identifies himself as straight, despite what his latest sexual encounters might suggest. And he’s pretty much keen on keeping it under wraps, since he doesn’t know how it might affect his (and Craven’s) social status. If he knows that people are suspecting – especially someone like Emmy, who’s (no offense to her) pretty much a stranger at this point – he might just go ballistic.

“Thanks,” answered the boy with a smile. Hopefully she’s not being all sarcastic about it. “It’s either that or Cupid, my parents say. Comes with being born in the 14^th of February.” He has a second name, but Diggory’s a mouthful he says that he’d rather have the seemingly archaic Romeo instead. It’s better than his brother’s Othello anyway.

He let out a loud laugh when Emmy began asking about his ‘life problems’. Boy was he caught off-guard or what. “I wish it was about a girl,” he said, shaking his head, “But then, my best friend’s pretty much a girl, so I guess it works.” He took a quick sip of his drink then continued. “It’s complicated. And unfair to you. I mean, not only have I stained your clothes, I’ll also be spilling my guts to you? Don’t you think I’m overstaying my welcome, so to speak?”

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I think I went a little too long again. Apologies. >.<
- Jam

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[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

"The kitchen in the dorms might as well not even be there. I feel like something always is broken and there isn't enough room. Cooking is an art, it needs room to breathe!" She chuckled and sighed. She really truly miss cooking. She missed baking more. She prided herself on her cupcakes back home and here there weren't even the right ingredients to get started. She usually liked to get all her things fresh and home grown if possible and while the school did have a garden she felt guilty picking herbs and spices and fruit that she didn't grow herself.

She laughed hearing the second part. "Yeah fish is tricky if you don't have the right ventilation." She chuckled then went back to listening to him. Romeo born on the 14th? That poor kid his life is so cliche. She wondered if he ever got any in the sack. She looked him over. He was attractive but she wouldn't advise advertising that information it sounded like a cheese filled hallmark movie. She didn't mind though...

Emmy took a sip through her straw listening to him continue to talk. He sure did like to talk. She liked that it made her have to talk less about herself. She didn't like talking about herself, not really at least. SHe liked being cocky plenty. She liked to brag about the things she was good at and flirt but really talking? Letting someone in? That was.... no. But she sure liked to hear about other peoples problems. It made her feel like less of a fuck up.

"Fuck the sweater it was ugly." She said despite the fact that she was still fuming a bit about it. SHe could get that stain out though and it was Fleur's sweater anyway... that reminded her... she should really touch base. She'd get to that later though. "Who's your best friend?"

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i'm shitting bricks right now. my main girl who i didn't bring to this site's name is juliet and she has the same birthday lmao

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo found himself sharing a hearty laugh with the blonde, almost giving the boy beside him a headbutt from behind due to the whole head tilt that goes with his laughter. Boy would that be disastrous. “Keep talking like that and I might just ask you to make me lunch some time,” said the boy as he took a carrot with his fork and happily munched on it. At least it’s loud and crunchy. “But really, the kitchenette is so lacking. Which is why the only time I can really cook rabbit stew properly is when I camp out in the town woods during the weekends.”

Ooops. Did he just say that out loud? People shouldn’t really know he sneaks out on a regular basis (his roommates know, but thank god they aren’t doing anything about it). Hopefully Emmy won’t catch him on it.

Taking Emmy’s silence as a cue for him to carry on with his rants about the school’s system (he’s never thought of himself as a talkative teen, unfortunately), he continued, “Just the other day, Mr. Thornton screwed my butt off in training, pushing me to find how long I can keep my form up and slowly increase the time. Naturally it was taxing and all that. But I can’t sleep yet once I get back to my room since I have to write a lab report for Mr. McQueen and a physics test with Ms. Shao.” He rolled his eyes to emphasize his annoyance, stuffing himself with a forkful of lettuce as he huffed. “Wait, do you know them? Am I wrong in assuming you’re not in our class?” Normally he would’ve asked if she’s a year ahead, but a friend recently told him that girls don’t like feeling older. Weird really.

Romeo would most definitely take offense at his life being called a Hallmark card. After all, it wasn’t his choice to make that he’d be born on the 14^th of February, nor that he’d be named after what seems like an archetypal lover. (Though he’d prefer that over being named after a kid in a diaper). He claims that his cliché life begins and ends with his name and birthday; his life is anything but.

He hasn’t experienced a tragic death of a lover anyway. Though his power’s manifestation was brought about, albeit indirectly, by love. Goodness, is he turning into a cliché now?

“Oh? I don’t think you even know him; he’s rather shy and reserved,” he said casually, meaning no ill intent towards Emmy or Craven, “I mean, if I hadn’t even tried talking to him, I doubt he’d start talking back to me.” Funny how they met really. Though he can’t remember when they did become best friends. It happened rather fast though; didn’t help that he was in almost all of Craven’s classes.

The boy was a little iffy on sharing stuff with an absolute stranger, but he figures he’d need some female advice on the matter, since Craven’s little problem (in his eyes) does involve a certain girl. He’d ask his cousin, but she’s currently dealing with some boy troubles himself (that Eric would receive quite the beating when he returns) so he doesn’t think he should give her more trouble. And he figures if he keep things relatively vague, Craven won’t have to be exposed and he’d get reasonable input from Emmy.

Everyone wins, right?

“Well, you see, I can’t make him see sense that when a girl makes a move, you should just go for it. I mean, I know he likes her, but I think he’s having trouble liking her the way she likes him, you get what I’m saying?” He gave Emmy a weak smile as he finished his little spiel, shrugging as he took a swig of his water. “It’s like something’s holding him back. Or am I doing the whole best friend thing wrong?”

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And it just gets longer and longer. My muse is just going overboard I'm sorry. D;.
Also, that is sooooo kewl. Maybe you should bring ehr some time and Romeo and her can lament together on the sadness of their fate. LAWL.
Sorry this took so long btw. >.<
- Jam

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

Damn he really did have a huge work load. Emmy felt bad for him though she had about the same work load other times. She was a senior this year though so it seemed to be slightly less at least for now. She knew that this break was only temporary though and this time next year she'd be in college classes and working her ass off. Plus she had a new job she was starting soon to add onto her workload and the job required more work than she could have expected between learning how to make drinks and learning how to dance. She was supposed to be there nearly every day and then train on top of that? It was a tall order.

"Yeah you really got fucked up the ass on your school work load." She said and shrugged. "i hate that. Our academic teachers should understand how taxing some of our abilities are. I mean whenever i work on bigger bodies of water i practically knock myself out." She sighed and then shrugged. "I'm a senior." She wasn't exactly sure what he was but assumed slightly younger or he wouldn't have assumed the dorms.

She then went back to listening to him talk about his friend. As he did such she drew a small bit of water from her cup and formed it into a ball and started playing with it. "Sounds like your friend just needs someone to light a fire under his ass... he'll see." She said " i don't think you're being a bad friend i'd just encourage him and hope he grows some balls... if he doesn't though it's his loss and maybe he needs a different girl who can just take the wheel and do it." She told him with a nod. "Otherwise you know in the long run she'll end up just walking all over him." She said as she tossed her water ball back into the glass.

"So, you have no girl problems of your own?" She asked raising a brow.

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo didn’t expect he’d have that much of a workload when he first started signing up for classes. Since he didn’t really have that much of a formal education type of thing (he’s pretty much on the same boat as Autie after all), he only had a vague idea of what the subjects meant. Which is probably why he signed up for a whole lot of science and math courses, having only one or two slots in his time table for his electives and whatnot. Thank god he found good friends to help him with those damn subjects really. (Hooray charisma).

“Totally. And it’s not even the good kind,” laughed the Irish boy as he took another forkful of his salad. Yes, he does know that his joke’s a bit inappropriate but it’s also rather obscure in his opinion; if Emmy doesn’t get it, he won’t elaborate on it, even if she asks. Just in case anyway. “Nice. Wouldn’t have expected that. Thought you were a year younger than me actually.” Cue in his purposefully awkward laugh and a slight wink. A telltale sign that he’s trying to turn his charm on. One of the few times that he does try, if he says so himself. Just to see how things’ll go.

As it was, the boy might’ve missed the part where Emmy mentioned knocking herself out when working with bigger bodies of water (he was staring at the last chocolate pudding and was about to excuse himself to get it until a guy he vaguely remembers to be from his gym class took it), so when she drew out a ball of water from her cup and played with it, the Irish boy was in awe. “That’s amazing,” muttered the boy. Eyes wide as saucers and mouth agape, staring blankly at the bubble until Emmy’s voice pulled him back to the topic at hand.

Douchebag!Romeo would’ve playfully said ‘Oh he loves having things up his ass all right’ then laughed, but thank god that side of the boy isn’t as much evident lately. At least when things regarding Craven are at hand anyway. “That’s the problem. I just can’t seem to make him grow some,” said the boy, shaking his head, “I’d give him some of mine, but I love my balls too much.”

Though he might not show it, he’s actually weighing Emmy’s words carefully. Gia doesn’t look all too capable of being domineering or anything – she’s too much of a pushover in his opinion – though if experience is any indication, even someone as timid as Craven can be a bit wild when the situation calls for it.

Then again, Gia doesn’t have that much testosterone in her, so hidden aggression might not be that big of a deal for her.

“N’aww. I’m a good boy,” said the boy with a smirk, slouching on his chair slightly, “Thanks though. I mean, I wouldn’t have thought of those things by myself.” And that’s not because he has some emotional investment in the matter. “Do you do this often? You know, use your charms to make a stranger talk to you about their problems and stuff?” Just a little question out of curiosity he says. He himself wouldn’t do something like this after all, so it seems a little weird to him.

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Another crappy post. I apologize. >.<
- Jam

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

Em liked listening to this boy talk. She was starting to realize that she didn't really even give a fuck what he was saying but she just liked the quality of his voice. She had to attribute that to his Irish accent though. Emmy was good with accents. She masked her naturally southern accent fairly well most of the time favoring a more neutral American accent. She found her southern one to be dull and made her sound less classy. Her parents both had had French accents. Lovely, lovely french accents. Granted they also spent more of their time speaking french than English. This boys accent was Irish though, definitely Irish. And while Em didn't find the Irish accent the most becoming, she did find it adorable on him.

"Good boys are boring." She found herself saying before she could sensor herself. She tended to do that more than she would like. She liked to think she had handle on her mouth but her mind worked so much faster than her filter. "Sorry... I mean.. that's good." She chuckled awkwardly happy he was already moving on. "Yeah I suppose. I like listening to peoples problems." She shrugged. "it's kind of a hobby a guess." She laughed. "i usually am pretty good with advice." That wasn't totally true. She was known to give some pretty awful advice especially when it came to romance. She couldn't even advise herself in matters of the heart. Though this past semester she was starting to regret that... She was starting to find herself sick of hookups and false romances and wanting something more substantial which scared her even more than her usual reservations.

"I just like to help." She told him looking up at hi from her mac and cheese. "So you're from Ireland." She said rather than asked. "Vermont is a long ways away.... why Hammel?" She asked then shrugged. "Well besides the obvious but they have other schools closer to Ireland than here."

[Romeo Buckland]

Emmy should be a tad bit careful about giving compliments around Romeo. While the boy isn’t one to live for or on them (he’s rather confident on who he is; if people don’t like it, he’d say that they can go fuck themselves), things like him – or his accent – being adorable tend to get into his head rather easily. Especially if they came from beautiful girls such as herself.

“I know,” said the boy with a life, taking totally no offense in what Emmy had said whatsoever. The boy’s skull is thick enough not to let relatively small things like that get into him, he says. “Which is why I’m a good boy, but only most of the time.” He’s anything but good really, but Romeo’s not planning on retracting his statement so early in the gameconversation.

He gave a silent nod when Emmy confirmed his guess, finishing the rest of his food and wiping the side of his mouth as he felt a bit of the dressing get caught for a bit. “That’s awesome. Expect me to come by one of these days should I encounter another problem with my best friend. Or any problem for that matter,” he spoke up, waving slightly to the friend he saw over Emmy’s shoulder. “And to tell you if your advice worked for him.”

Well, not really, since Romeo’s pretty much a typical guy who has this innate ability in failing to communicate his feelings properly, especially to someone he just met, but he says it’s the thought that counts.

“The obvious?” he asked in confusion. Was there an obvious reason in transferring to Hammel? He’s relatively new to the whole ‘being meta’ business, having been recruited less than a year ago, so he might’ve been missing something. “Autumn’s here. I came to follow her. And rescue her. We’ll be escaping back to Ireland once I smooth my plan out,” he said with a smug grin, chuckling just slightly, “I take it you transferred to Hammel from, what is it again, Kocher? Since you’re too white to have come from Eisai, no offense.”

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

She was happy to see him laugh at her little jab at him. It made her smile. She hated people who were too uptight to be able to take a joke even if it was a bit of a snarky one. She chuckled. "Oh great... it's always those of you who are only good MOST of the time who end up really being the trouble." She winked taking a sip of her water. She was still kidding of course, but only mostly.

Em looked behind her to see who he was waving at. She didn't recognize the other student but didn't care much and looked back at Romeo. "Sure. I can be your own personal therapist." She chuckled having been to enough of them over the years to warrant her own psychology degree.

"Yeah the obvious. Being a meta at all." She said as a matter of factly. She did think that Hammel was the best school for metas though. Not that she'd really researched but Em was the kind to take pride in the place she was and believe it was the best even if it wasn't to make herself feel better. She didn't like feeling subpar or second to anyone else and this was no different.

When he started talking about the girl she nearly spit the water out of her mouth. That was too rich a guy named Romeo coming to save his damsel in distress. She loved it. She really truly did. It was like straight out of a fairy tale and she wanted so much to follow this tale now. "Autum? So you're a taken lad?" She asked mimicking his accent and smiling over at him. "That sounds so very romantic. Though rescue from Hammel? You make it sound like a psychiatric ward." She chuckled then shrugged. "I didn't transfer from anywhere I'm from Georgia... so it's just been Hammel since i was 14."


((Ooc: i'm so sorry you had to wait so long! and sorry its short))