That Awkward First Day [open]

[Cilla Lynch]

With a sigh Cilla sat down at one of the many tables in the cafeteria. It was her first day at Hammel after being transferred here against her will. The classes in the morning were something she would describe as an absolute nightmare. At least people knew she was a dumb blonde back at Kocher, here people actually expected her to know the answers to all their questions. It had made her nervous and because of that... Well, one of her little accidents happened and she was stuck as a freaking student desk for about two hours. Slowly Cilla moved some parts of her body that became stiff: neck, shoulders, legs. She stopped quickly though, not willing to feel it just yet.

Cilla looked down at the food in front of her. Not that bad, she'd seen worse. Silently she started eating, meanwhile thinking about Kocher and how she wished the headmaster wouldn't have sent her away. Cilla understood his reasons, they were nothing but fair, but still. It became her second home and it was now taken from her. She had not talked to anyone here since she arrived just because she felt too shy. Every single person around her looked so much smarter and appearantly they were far more advanced in using their powers as well. People even laughed at her when her accident happened this morning. Usually she was the one making friends very easily, but somehow she seemed to experience a lot of problems doing this today. She still felt positive though: she just needed some more time. Relax. she told herself, forcing herself to breathe in deeply. Everything was just going to work out fine. Like always.

Yeah, well luckily she didn't have classes scheduled for power training today...

Probably the teacher already knew, but still it would be such a nice surprise for him (or her, she didnt know) to see the rumors were actually true. Cilla wouldn't let anyone force her to use her gift anymore. She remembered pissing off her old teacher, he already became angry just at the sight of her. On the one hand that was quite amusing, but on the other? It was never her intention to make someone that angry. She was just... Scared? No, that was probably not the right word. Cilla herself didn't even know what it was that made her refuse.

Enough with the depressive talk now, Cilla. She ordered herself. She lightened up quickly, just feeling her happy self again. How easy it was to just be able to forget something. Slowly she looked around the cafeteria, noticing the fact that it wasn't really crowded at this moment. She wondered if this was normal or if she was just early.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony wasn’t too sure how she was feeling about Hammel at the moment. While it was awesome to be away from her mother, she was missing city life. And living at school full-time wasn’t exactly all fun and games either. Eating in a cafeteria for every meal had its plus side, because she wouldn’t have to wash dishes and she wasn’t that great of a cook. But she still wished she could have more input on the menu.

Carrying a plate with some pizza and french fries on it in one hand and a soda in the other, Harmony looked around the room for a place to sit. There were a few open tables but she didn’t feel like sitting all alone. Instead she sat down across from another girl. She didn’t bother to ask permission, but figured if her presence wasn’t wanted then the other girl would just deal with it.

She took a bite of her pizza and popped open her soda. “Well the pizza’s kinda crappy, but at least soda is always soda,” she said.

[Cilla Lynch]

Cilla tried to remember what her schedule for the afternoon looked like, but couldn't. For a split second it bothered her, but she let it go quickly, remembering that was exactly why she carrier her agenda around all day. People that are not smart have to be... Clever? No that didn't sound right at all. She shortly raised an eyebrow, then smiled a little and went back to eating. Who cared what the expression was supposed to be in this case. At least she was smart enough to acknowledge she was not the best at remembering things. At least things that she experienced to be unnecessary.

Then, quite out of the blue, some girl came walking to the table Cilla was sitting at and she sat across from her. Cilla tried to figure out what to say but quickly felt at ease when noticing the girl must be quite a bit younger than she was. That meant she had not been present during her little accident and at worst she only heard about it. She smiled slightly but before she was able to say something, the girl spoke.

"Oh well, I don't think it's that bad. I've had much worse, to be honest." Cilla smiled, happy to have someone to talk to. Without having to feel embarrassed, that is. She looked at hers. It was true the food wasn't the best around, but it was eatable anyway. "I'm Cilla, by the way." she smiled brightly while introducing herself. Cilla did not know if the girl even cared, but as she had no clue what subject to talk about next she felt this was the right way to go. And it wouldn't hurt to finally get to know some other students. She hated being alone and she had been alone all day now, basically. So you could say she was starting to feel a little desperate.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

“It’s not as bad as the organic junk my mom used to make. I’ll give you that,” Harmony said as she picked off a pepperoni. “But it still sucks.” She pushed the rest of the pizza to the corner of her plate and sampled on of the fries. She was starting to wonder if there were any good restaurants close by that delivered. Or maybe her uncle was a good cook and she could stop by his place a lot.

Leaning back in her chair a little, Harmony gave Cilla a look to try to read her. The older girl seemed a little apprehensive. She must be new too, Harmony thought. Well, there goes my hopes of finding out what there is to do around here.

“I’m Harmony,” she said, still picking at her french fries. “You’re new, right?” Harmony figured she might as well, be nice for the time being. After all, she didn’t have any friends here either.

[Cilla Lynch]

Cilla raised an eyebrow. "I'd trade this in an instant to get my mother's food again." she smiled slightly of the memory of home. Home felt so far away now, so long ago. She sometimes missed her mother, but whenever she did she would just look around and notice all those amazing people she was surrounded with and it would be over. "But it's not poisonous so I guess it qualifies as just fine. Oh well, at least I thoroughly hope it isn't poisonous." she smiled, not noticing she was starting to ramble. Just one of the things natural to her.

Cilla noticed the look the girl gave her, but decided to ignore it and take the opportunity to chew some food. Swallowing appeared to be harder than imagined, though. She had to wash the pizza down with a huge sip of sparkling water.

"Nice to meet you," Cilla said smiling. She found the name a little awkward, but ofcourse she said nothing. She wasn't the type to throw insults to someone without having a very good reason. And besides, maybe the name was perfectly normal, how would she know? Someone once laughed at her telling her that Cilla meant saddle in Spanish. Cilla looked it up once but she could not remember if it was actually Silla or Cilla that meant saddle anymore. And in the end Cilla wasn't even her official name.

"Oh wow, is it that obvious?" she looked at the girl with wide eyes. She had hoped no one else besides the people in her classes would notice her to be new here. "But yeah, I just transferred here. So what about you, have you been around here for long?" Cilla tried to change the subject as soon as she let the words 'I just transferred' slip. She didn't want anyone else to know just how far behind she was in learning how to control that freakishly unuseful power of hers.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

“Heck, being out from under my mother seems to be the only good thing about this place so far,” Harmony said, taking another drink from her soda. “And it depends on what you count as poisonous. This stuff could kill the soul in a few weeks.” With that, Harmony pushed her plate away and made a mental note to stay away from the cafeteria as much as she could.

Harmony could tell her gaze was being felt by the girl. Even though she was clearly older, Cilla seemed more on edge. Almost vulnerable. Harmony couldn’t help but smile. She debated of whether or not she should tell Cilla that she was new also. It would be nice to have something to hold over her head. But she also knew it would be easy for Cilla to realize that she lying.

“You look a little outta sorts, like a lost puppy or something,” Harmony informed the girl. “I’m sorta new myself. Where’d ya transfer from?” Well if she transferred that explained why the girl was older and still new here. Since most children manifested around Harmony’s age, there weren’t a lot of older kids who were newbies.

[Cilla Lynch]

She blinked her eyes a couple of times and tried to imagine being glad to be away from home, away from her mother. It just seemed unreal, how could anyone be glad? She decided not to ask though, afraid to touch a subject Harmony preferred not to talk about. "Hmm, you might be just about right on that." she swallowed another bite of pizza down with difficulty. "What did they put in there? Gum?" It definitely looked better than it tasted. She eyed her plate with a thoughful look. How on earth was she going to eat all of that pizza? Suddenly she felt lucky for not taking anything else but the pizza and the carbonated water.

She fell silent for a few seconds after the puppy comment. "Oh.." she should have seen it coming ofcourse but she had hoped no one would notice. Unfortunately she was a horrible liar and actress so this really was to be expected. "Had a rough morning, guess I was just worrying or something. I don't know." stupid you and your big mouth. Certainly people would quickly realize they could never tell her anything without the whole world knowing in a couple of hours. Or maybe even minutes. "Oh, so they just discovered your gift?" she asked with a smile, actually quite curious as to what it was but finding it sort of rude to bluntly ask. "I came from Kocher." Cilla answered, trying to keep her tone and expression as normal as possible. She didn't really feel like discussing her transfer right now, or any time at all to be honest. People would find out soon enough what on earth was wrong with her and why those people sent her away. She'd be in the lowest power training class possible, together with all new students. Such a freaking embarrassment.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony smiled when the girl agreed with her and went onto comment about the horrible pizza. “I dunno,” she said, refusing to touch her food anymore. “I think this place could use a new chef. Or a McDonald’s.” She smiled again at the girl’s reaction to her puppy comment. This girl’s got no backbone at all, she thought to herself. Pitiful.

“Yeah,” Harmony said. “Guess that tends to happen when you disappear and show up in a completely different place.” She smirked, wondering what the other girl’s power might be. Harmony was careful to leave out the details of her discovery. She didn’t want Cilla to know that she had been scared out of her mind and running from someone the first time she used her power. Instead she left it vague, hoping the girl might assume she had appeared in a bank vault or something.

“Is Kocher as lame as this place?” she asked. It suddenly occurred to her that since Cilla was older than her, she probably had more control over her power. Harmony wondered if Cilla might even be up for a little demonstration. “So what do you do?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her. If Cilla’s ability was handy, Harmony figured she would have some use for a older, more powerful, yet spineless acquaintance.

[Cilla Lynch]

She grinned. "That would be totally awesome!" but also very much contributing to creating overweight students, although Cilla wouldn't be one of them probably. She had the advantage of being able to eat almost everything she wanted without gaining weight at all. Maybe it was because she practiced cheerleading a lot. Not at school really, although she signed up as a member of the dance team, but just in her little dorm or anywhere with more room. Cheerleading was actually one of the things she was good at.

"You can teleport? Oh that is absolutely cool!" Cilla replied full of enthusiasm, very glad to have her question answered without even really asking it. She tried to imagine being able to do that, it was certainly more useful than her own power.

She thought about the next question for a little while. "Hmm no, Kocher is a very nice school but I don't think Hammel is bad at all. Its quite similar, actually." Only all of her friends were still at Kocher and not at Hammel, which was the major difference in her opinion. And then the question came, what do you do. For a second she was silent, thinking about what to say. Then she just decided that she would tell the girl. People would find out soon enough anyway.

"What I do? Well, I get stuck as a table, painting, or whatever else is around me." she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. When she spoke the words it even sounded more ridiculous.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony wouldn’t have any problem with McDonald’s food either. Since she tends to stay active, she usually ate whatever she pleases. A fact that always made her mother jealous. She was never really the cheerleading type, but dancing is her passion. Breakdancing in particular.

“Yeah,’ Harmony said, not pointing out that since she couldn’t control it so well yet, it wasn’t as cool as it first seemed. “It has its advantages.” With her habits of getting caught breaking rules and never backing down from an argument, Harmony was well aware that teleportation would come in handy. Once she had all the kinks worked out, of course.

“I’m no expert on meta school,” Harmony admitted. “But so far, this place seems pretty lame to me. We’re surrounded by nothing. All the teachers have all these stupid rules about curfew and such. Lame-o.” She was beginning to think that Cilla had no taste, as well as no backbone.

“What?” Harmony asked. “You turn into tables?” She tried to hide her laugh, but couldn’t keep from smirking. No wonder this girl’s on edge, Harmony thought. I'd hide in my room all day if that’s all I could do as a meta. “Well,” Harmony said trying to think of anyway Cilla’s power would be useful. “At least your pretty good at hiding if the coppers are after ya. No one would think to arrest a table.”

((OOC - Poor Cillia. Harmony can be so mean blunt.))

[Cilla Lynch]

OOC; yes she is o0" luckily my poor Cilla doesn't know what she's thinking.

Cilla nodded: it must have huge advantages! She had no clue what limitations the power had, but it would be very useful to just teleport back home for an hour or so and then come back. Oh so innocent as she was she didn't even think about the evil stuff that could be done with a power like that. She'd love to trade hers for teleportation, but wouldn't she trade it for almost any other power?

She raised an eyebrow. "Well if you look at it like that... I guess you're sort of right. But don't all schools have those rules and stuff? I don't think Hammel is that bad. At least there's interesting people here, that makes it sort of bearable." not that she'd met many just yet, but there must be some very interesting people around here.

Cilla nodded with a sigh. "That's me, the 'stuck as a table' girl." she was well aware of the fact her power was... Rather pathetic. She'd thought about it for hours and hours but never really could come up with any situation in which her silly little power would come in handy. This was why she was actually quite pleased Harmony could think of one within an instant. "Didn't think of that yet! Oh that makes me feel sorta better, I guess. At least I'm not fully useless!" she smiled happily, not at all bothered by the fact that Harmony was making a fool out of her. She didn't even notice, to be honest. "But I still don't understand why they keep me here! It's not like I would... Hurt someone with it, you know? How can a table ever be dangerous? It's so nice to finally meet someone who understands!" Cilla smiled, still feeling very happy.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

“Yeah most every school does,” Harmony said, with distain. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it, now does it?” She gave the girl a look, daring her to disagree. Almost wishing that she would. “And I haven’t been here too long, but most of the people only interest me because they’re metas. But then again, I haven’t really met many people.” She shrugged.

“Well,” she asked, still a little curious about the Cilla’s power. “Do you at least have the whole ‘stuck as a table’ thing pretty control?” She figured that because of the other girl’s age she would. Harmony was still wondering how the whole training around Hammel worked.

Harmony was pretty amused by Cilla’s reaction to her suggestion on how to use her power. It would have probably have been the first thing she had thought of, if she had Cilla’s power. That was just how her mind worked.

“Wait?” she asked, a little confused. “You’re like…a prisoner here? That totally sucks!”

[Cilla Lynch]

"No, but it means you're not gonna get rid of the rules anyway, normal school or-" she paused, thinking. What was that freaking word again? She couldn't remember, again. "- special school." she finished off. Harmony gave her a look Cilla didn't really understand. It looked like she was angry, but then again not really. She looked at the girl puzzled, but dropped it quickly. Who cared anyway, she didn't sound angry. Yet.

Meta's! That was the word. Why on earth could she never remember it? So frustrating. "But that is what makes everyone extraordinary interesting! It just makes me wish I could have their powers so bad. At Kocher some people had powers that were so totally cool! I don't know about here, probably to. Haven't met them yet though." she smiled a little. Cilla really enjoyed finding out what other peoples powers were and imagining what it would be like if she would possess them. "Oh but I'm interesting enough for you I guess because you're still talking to me!" Cilla smiled brightly, happy someone apparently didn't instantly think she was brainless.

Under control?! The girl had no freaking idea. Ehm-" Cilla hesitated. "Define control?" she bit her lip and looked Harmony in the eye, hoping she'd just drop the subject. She probably wouldn't , though.

"I'm not allowed to go to a normal school, so if you put it like that, well then I guess we're all like prisoners here, now aren't we?" wow, that sounded smart. Sort of.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

“Just because everyone says rules are a given,” Harmony said, scowling at the thought. “Doesn’t mean that I have to follow them.” Not if she could help it, anyways. As far as she was concerned, she was old enough to decide what was right for her, she didn’t need any authoritative help on the subject.

Harmony wasn’t really paying attention as Cilla rambled on about how interesting everyone was. Instead, she looked around the cafeteria, trying to guess what the other students powers were. And wondering if they were all going to be like this girl. Although she wasn’t about to write off Cilla completely as a worthless goody-two-shoe with no backbone, she was getting pretty close to it.

“Control,” she said as if that should explain everything. “You know, like can you stop yourself from becoming this table, or this fork?” she asked holding up her fork as an example.

Harmony did not like the idea of being a prisoner. At all. “Well, I don’t know about you,’ she said leaning back in her chair. “But they can’t keep me here forever. Not if I don’t wanna be here.”

[Cilla Lynch]

She thought about that for a little while. Rules were there to be followed, not to break them. Right? "What if you get caught?" maybe Cilla needed to become a bad girl in order to have a use for her power. Bad guy sounded so much more intimidating than bad girl. Why was this world so unfair!

"Eehm." She had been right: Harmony was not planning on letting this topic drop because it was embarrassing as hell for Cilla. Maybe she didn't notice or maybe she just didn't care, whichever option it was, Cilla was not pleased that she had to tell now. She couldn't lie at all and saying she didn't want to talk about it only made things worse. Probably. When words came out of Cilla's mouth you never knew which option was worse: talking or shutting up. "I might need a lesson or two..." or a billion she thought. Cilla managed not to say it out loud though, which was quite an achievement for her. "I wonder what being a fork must be like. Quite unpleasant, I would say." she tried to change the subject. It was a miserable attempt, but the best she could come up with right now.

She tilted her head a bit. "They won't keep you forever. Just until you graduate and learn how to control your power." which in my case is gonna be, like, forever! She looked down at her plate with pizza and imagined this would help all students currently on a diet. They wouldn't eat anyway. Still in doubt about whether or not to try and finish her pizza, she took a sip of her carbonated water.

ooc: ohmy. I don't like your char anymore: she's mean! x'D