Talk with your hands. [OPEN]

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity;; ♥

Clarity was excited, but also very worried.
She had flyers, information, and experience with the subject matter, and now she was going along, trying to get some people together so that she could start a club for one of her favorite things: Sign language. She didn't think there would be a large amount of interest, but it was worth a shot to try and get some students and a teacher together so that she could do something she enjoyed. She hadn't spent four hours in front of a mirror practicing talking to people about it for nothing, and gods dammit, she would do this whether she wanted to or not when the time came.

So, she wandered around campus, trying to get people to pay attention for more than half a second and listen to her soft stammering, and she ended up at the classroom building, sighing heavily as she left the first of far too many remaining flyers tacked to a bulletin board that she hadn't known existed in the hallways--she mostly kept her eyes directly ahead or on her feet--and ran through what options she had left. It would be some time before she got anything done if it kept going at this rate, with most not even stopping to look at her when she tried to get their attention, for some reason. Maybe she could get someone with presence to help her, someone who could, maybe, glow or something. Something to get the attention of the student body.

Clarity kept walking down the hall, and somehow stumbled, not falling but dropping the flyers, scattering them everywhere. "Crapples" She whispered. She dropped to her knees and attempted to pick all of the flyers up by herself, dropping more than she actually got picked back up. Her face felt hot, and she knew that she was probably a shade of scarlet. At the same time that she wished someone would help her, she hoped that nobody had seen her.

[[OoC: Anyone interested in a Sign Language club? ]]

[Rhett Goddard]

Pathetic. Rhett saw the girl drop flyers all over the place in the middle of the hallways. Or just plain sad? I wonder which of the two it is. I never forgot words when I wasn't that experienced in English, why the doubt now? Wait no. Looking at her is both sad AND pathetic. Yes. I like this last option. He kept walking towards his Social Studies' teacher's office while looking at the poor girl pick the papers from the floor. From the looks of it, the more she picked, the more she dropped. She definitely needed some help. Some knight in shining armor, white smile and brown hair. Rhett was perhaps the complete opposite. He was the villain of most shows. Well not really, but at his pace, and in his path, he might end up being it.

It was not until one piece of paper flew into Rhett's knee that he wondered what they were about. Not losing anything, he took the piece of paper and read it quickly. The girl was attempting to create a sign language club. Interestingly enough, Rhett knew a bit of sign language. Not much, only some basic greetings. Back when he was backpacking, with thieves, through Europe, it was functional, and natural, that they learned languages due to the continent's cultural diversity. French was his mother language, he learned English quicker than any other, picked up enough of German to defend himself and left Spanish in the bare beginning along Italian, Portuguese and Greek. However, because of no particular reason, he and his companions did happen to find themselves learning, perhaps just for fun, other unuseful languages such as Latin and Sign Language. Odd, yes, but then again, it wasn't like Rhett was the most normal kid.

Walking up to the girl, still picking flyers from the floor, Rhett dropped one in front of her face, rudely, but successfully, calling her attention.

"A club?" He asked in a very uninterested way. "Like to learn Sign Language? Doesn't that make it an extracurricular class, then?"

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity;; ♥

Clarity only looked up when someone dropped one of her flyers in front of her face. She whipped her head up so quickly that she made herself a little dizzy, then paused to try and make sense of the words the boy had just said. Then her eyebrows raised in surprise, and she put a smile on to make herself seem less... Unhinged. "Oh! Well, no. Maybe, but--It's like this: In many schools, there will be a Spanish class, right? But then there's a Spanish club, started to celebrate the culture of it, and, um, s-stuff." How is it that a person can practice in front of a mirror for four hours, then immediately forget what she was supposed to say when confronted with the opportunity to speak?

She had to pause and think about it, and while she did that, she took in the boy's appearance. He was... Interesting. That seemed to be the word for everyone at Hammel, excluding her, of course. Once her thoughts, and flyers, were gathered, Clare made an attempt at standing, and succeeded without any issue. "So, Um," She said, focusing her eyes on the flyers in her hands. "Are you possibly interested in it? Of course, it will also be for beginners who are interested in sign language, but don't know much, but it will also be for people who do know it well to get practice in?" Her argument wasn't strong, and neither was her voice, but she was hoping it was convincing enough, in some way.

[Rhett Goddard]

It was a good question. Was Rhett interested in the club? No. Impossible. Then again, he was talking to the girl rather than just walking away, so something was calling his attention, but if it wasn't her club, nor her. It's just boredom. He repeated to himself in an attempt to detach from any connection that might hold him. It was his escape excuse for doing unexpected things like this, it was the only way life could go on normally. He couldn't afford to think and rethink every single of his actions... He preferred using that time to rethink others actions. Not only they were far more interesting, they were also easier to analyze. He thought of himself as a far more complicated equation.

<<Which sign language?>> He signed with his hands in the only sign language he knew, Langue des Signes Française, commonly called too LSF. <<Or in apple?>> He didn't know enough. <<General. Or in general?>>

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity;; ♥

Clarity tried to completely understand what the boy was saying. Some Sign Languages were very close to one another--some very different; so Clarity had tried to learn the basics of a couple of others along with ASL. Thankfully, she understood enough of what the boy was saying, and she placed the flyers under one arm so she could sign back, while speaking the words as well so he would completely understand. "The main focus, since we are in the United States, will be American Sign Language, but if anyone else knew any others they could share, that would be amazing." She dropped her hands, continuing from there without the motions. "I would really love to focus on every Sign Language in general, but I don't know much past ASL."

She looked at the stack of flyers again, now back in her hands, and fiddled with a bent corner of one, trying in vain to make it smooth. Softly, she said, "I would love to be able to focus on every kind of sign language, for every skill level and every level of need or interest. It would be... Very good." She shut her mouth, then, without her giving it permission, her mouth opened again and she stammered out a question she had wanted to ask. "That wasn't... W-was that LSF? I don't know much of that one, so I couldn't help you there, but... I'm sorry. I was just wondering." She felt a flush working its way back up her neck, and was grateful for her long hair to hide behind.

It occurred to Clarity, a moment later, that she hadn't told him her name. She probably should--it would only be polite. While she debated this, she stood with the smile still on her face, the stack of flyers hugged against her chest, an involuntary action that happened mostly when she was holding a book and felt the need to escape from her own mouth.

((OoC: I hope that made sense. I feel like that last paragraph was a little off. <<))

[Rhett Goddard]

Dieu, she talks a lot. And quickly. So... much... Rhett made his best effort not to wince in psychological pain as the girl spoke. Since Rhett was fairly younger, he just hated, people that talked too much. It made him lose his mind. It made him feel like someone was interested in him, that they were trying to convince him or something or trying to get into his mind. It made him nervous and uncomfortable, it made him sweat lightly. I could leave, I could leave right now. I should. But she kept talking. She asked him something, in her face Rhett could see that she was waiting an answer and he didn't know just how long had Rhett drifted away and into his mind. What did she ask? Remember, remember... she said she was wondering... she apologized... what for? Grrr. I should run away. That's the best idea.

"Look I should go to class." I'm don't have one now, though. "Serenity it is, right?" He didn't notice that no names had been interchanged, the name was in his mind due to his abilities. "Your flyers say you're promoting the club, but what are your plans exactly? Should I put my signature somewhere? Are you writing down e-mails to agree on a meeting? Or how is it that it's gonna work, huh?"

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity;; ♥

Clarity knew she was talking too much, but that was the thing with her overactive shyness--it didn't stop anywhere convenient. She was rambling very near out of control, but her mouth didn't agree with shutting until the damage was already done, and she could tell that now the boy was just trying to find an excuse to escape from her general proximity. Or maybe he did really have a class to get to? Clare doubted it, but she really, really hoped it was truly the case.

Then something was said that very near made Clarity's heart stop for a moment, then she remembered: Hammel. Meta school. He's probably a Telepath or something. Which just lead to more worrying about what else he might have picked from her brain if he was calling her by her middle name. She tried to direct her thoughts back to the matter at hand. "Oh! Yes. Um." She rifled through the surprisingly light backpack she had with her (Today its specific purpose was to carry items for the Sign Language club) and pulled out a clipboard with lined paper and a blue-ink pen. "If you could sign your name with this. It states that you would be interested in a Sign Language club should the--the school allow it. Um. And... You don't need to put your Email or cell phone number or anything, but I'd like to not have to ask a Technopath to track that down...?" It was a weak attempt at a joke. Very weak. But she really wanted this, despite her... Her-ness.

She sucked at convincing people of things, and she hated what happened once she got talking, but she promised herself that she could go without speaking directly to anyone, maybe Sign that she had a sore throat, after she got enough people signed on for this.

[Rhett Goddard]

Rhett smiled slightly as the other girl took the clipboard from her backpack. If he signed, he'd go freely away from the, now annoying, voice of the poor girl. It was not at all her fault, though, it was just how Rhett was, and if he wasn't annoying someone, he was being annoyed by someone. This one was, of course, the second.

"Ok." Rhett took the clipboard from her hands and signed quickly. Afterwards he wrote his e-mail but prefered to leave the phone space blank. "Guess that'd be all." He gave the thing back and nodded softly at the girl. "Hope it works out."

Without saying goodbye, thinking that the nod was enough, he took a step aside, and then walked through the hallway without any particular destination in mind, and not even with the same path he had before approaching the girl.