Um, Hi? (Lucy)

[Adaryn Breslin]

Adaryn had been a frequent visitor of Monroe's dorm as graduation grew nearer and nearer. She knew she could still see him, since he said he was going to stay in Pilot Ridge, but she would no longer be able to come to his dorm whenever she felt upset or just wanted to hang out. To have to take a bus to see him would be a huge change, but it wouldn't be impossible.

Addie had gone to his dorm, and he wasn't there -maybe some last minute training sessions- and so she had waited for a while, but he never did come. Addie wanted to surprise him, but her lack of communication obviously was the failure of this entire thing. She was disappointed, but she'd just text him later and ask if she could hang out.

Addie hugged the cardigan tight around herself, more for comfort than anything else, and stepped out of his dorm, closing the door with a quiet click behind her.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

As far as Lucy was aware, there was that weird rule about single sex dorms. For the guys, it was no girls allowed and visa versa. Most people seemed pretty okay with complying with this. Usually, it was easier to just have people visit her because in the co-ed dorms, it seemed that everything was all good. But she really only made the trip to the boys' to see Monroe; everyone else was either cooped up in the girls' section or on the same floor as her.

And as for the rule itself? When was she ever going to care about that? If they were trying to stop copious amounts of banging in the dorms they were focusing on the wrong denomination of sexuality.

Really, with hetero rules like this it's like they were asking people to be gay.

Wearing the paint splattered beanie she once stole from her beautiful husband - because she liked the look on his face when she paraded it around like a trophy - Lucy made her way through the halls towards his dorm. Right when she rounded the corner from walking up the stairs, she saw a girl walking right out of his dorm.

"Ho-ly fuck." The Australian said lightly, and the corner of her mouth pulled into a definite grin.

Still, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and kept walking, her eyes settling forward as she seemed intent on walking right past her. But just as she walked past, she turned around, taking slow steps backwards towards his dorm.

"Oi, you," What was her name again? "Roey in?"

[Adaryn Breslin]

Adaryn wasn't too keen on leaving, but what with the rules in place, if he wasn't there, she just didn't feel comfortable. Also, staying in a room filled with a bunch of guys she didn't know wasn't Addie's idea of fun. While her head didn't fall to her feet like it usually did, her shoulders were stiff when a heavily tattooed girl walked past sporting a beanie that looked oddly like one Monroe would wear.

Oi, you. Roey in?

Adaryn was surprised to hear such a light, small voice on such a girl, and have it addressed to her, no less. The Empath would never judge an individual based on appearance, but her natural social anxiety seemed to kick in right then. The air of confidence this girl wore around her, well, it wasn't something she was accustomed to.

"Me?" Addie tilted her head slightly, though she just used it to buy her some time to figure out who she was referring to. Roey? Oh, Monroe. Well, the nickname fit, she supposed.

"Oh, no. He's not. I can text him if you want?" Like she should have before she even came there.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"You see anyone else in the bloody hallway?" Lucy asked in return. Given the fact that they were alone in that stretch of a room, it forced the Australian to shrug her shoulders. Yeah, who else?

The tatted up meta waved a hand in her direction at the notion of texting him. "Coulda done that if I wanted to." She reasoned. And she wondered; who was this girl? Granted, she didn't know much about Monroe's friends, but she felt as if she knew enough.

So she stopped walking backwards to his dorm and instead took a step towards her. And she asked; "Who're you?"

[Adaryn Breslin]

Immediately, Adaryn felt weary of the Australian girl in front of her after a single sentence. She most definitely wasn't reserved with her offered words, and Adaryn wasn't sure how to handle such a direct person. Eloise was direct, but she wasn't like this.

Her eyes moved away from her form for a moment to gain her bearings.

"Well, I'm sorry for offering then?" She was utterly confused, but of course the Empath wouldn't be rude in any shape or form. However, while she was slightly nervous around the Australian, she also found her straightforward attitude respectable; after all, that was something Addie had always wished for, but could never give herself.

And then a question was uttered, one she was very much used to, and she took a moment to decide whether or not she should answer. Monroe knew her, and apparently had her number, so Addie was pretty safe, right?

"Adaryn," She said quietly, but she directed her gaze up to her face once more. "Who're you?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Despite the evident harsher qualities Lucy carried, there wasn't an ounce of anger in her. Not towards this girl, at least. When she replied with something that could easily be taken the wrong way, Lucy exhaled a sharp, albeit obnoxious stint of laughter. Her eyes tracked the line of this girl's form, from her head to her feet where she lingered before trailing back up again.

"Noted." She offered, though she didn't really mean it. The sarcasm she wore was proof enough of that.

Names weren't Lucy Serrano's forte. Faces were. She recognised the set of most noticeable features a person wore before she recalled what they were called. Or what they liked to be called. Most people - Monroe included - liked to call her Serrano. And she, in turn, liked it from everyone except one. And that was because Penelope Blaise said it when she was mad. Or when she was deteriorating a connection to be a bit of a bitch, really.

"Oh," Lucy dropped the sound involuntarily, her fingers clicking together as she made the all important connection. This was the girl. Right.

A shift in gears as Lucy stepped forward, the tenants of her heavily tattooed arm turning their gaze to glance at her with as much purpose as Lucy's own eyes did, "You're the one he's wicked keen on."

[Adaryn Breslin]

Adaryn tightened her hold on herself with the realization that this girl was examining her, making no effort to conceal that fact. This kind of attention was something that she never had never been given, not from anyone. Not Monroe. Not Eloise. Not AJ. She was the one to fade into the background, head down and never speaking. Mediocre at her grades and quiet in classes, teachers tended to only speak to her or offer her to speak when there was a fluctuation in her grades.

"Oh?" She asked curiously, but then she spoke up shortly after, and her cheeks immediately went red.

"Uh, no. I mean... yeah, I guess. But-" How was she supposed to respond to that? It wasn't as if she didn't know that Monroe cared, but she also didn't know that he spoke about her to anyone. "He talks about me?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Oh was right. Had she known earlier, Lucy might have considered a quicker shift in gears. But then, she had absolutely no idea of the weight of that belief. What she did notice, amongst so many other things, was that this girl was blushing. And it forced her to wear a curious expression as the lion on her forearm licked his chops in something of an involuntary fashion.

"A bit, yeah." Lucy replied, rolling her shoulders back once before raising a hand to run it through her hair. Really, she didn't see anything wrong with telling her about it. It was stranger that she didn't know. Or that she didn't expect him to talk about her. "Not in a bad way or any shit like that. He's not ragging on you. He just likes you, like-" Pausing, she contemplated the correct word before she grinned; "Woah."

[Adaryn Breslin]

He... talked about her. Already, she knew he thought about her because of what Eloise was saying, and that realization was something of a game changer. Now that she knew that he spoke of her to other people, it kind of made her hopeful, but at the same time pessimistic.

It would only hurt worse if what Sebastian said was true.

Her choice in words, however, managed to bring a slight smile to the Empath's lips, if only for a moment. The cursing was something she wasn't used to, but it wasn't like she hadn't heard anybody curse; she was in high school, after all. She didn't notice until then the eyes of the lion tattoo staring intently at her, but not in such a way that it could be deemed positioning.

"Your tattoo," She said with slight hesitation, "It's... different?" And looking at me?.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

As her eyes drew down to the lion on Lucy's forearm, she didn't need to follow her gaze. Of all the individuals who lived on her left, he was most definitely the most attentive. The most curious of others. To say it was different was an understatement, and it caused the ink manipulator to offer a short bark of laughter. "Yeah, I reckon so." She offered.

But then she was back on track.

"What's your take, aye?" Lucy asked her, raising her eyebrows once. The warrior girl on her upper arm adopted a similar grin to that of the Australian as she continued, "I was sorta curious about it. Like, where're you on the whole predetermined future theory-type shit?"

[Adaryn Breslin]

After noticing the lion, she began to notice all the other tattoos that the girl had. There was something about each of them that gave them a sense of... intelligence. Never had she seen tattoos do that, so Adaryn figured it had to do with her power. That, or she was just going crazy.

Either one sounded plausible in her mind.

She was completely content with admiring the artwork on the visible parts of the Australian's body out of curiosity and nervousness, that is, until she mentioned the Sebastian vision. Had Adaryn been anyone else, she probably would have walked away right there, but she wasn't. Instead, Addie stood there stunned for a moment, trying to formulate any kind of answer.

"I'd really rather not talk about it," She said finally. It was a sore subject, and was the thing that had been plaguing her the most the past few weeks.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Under the weight of this girl's eyes, the lion's mane shifted in a non existent breeze; tendrils of hair curling amidst an unmoving stint of wind. Always moving. Just like the ink manipulator who wore it.

Her response was everything a response needed to be. To Lucy, she couldn't have been clearer if she genuinely chose to answer the question. "So you... Don't think it's bullshit, but you sorta wish it was." She denoted. Someone with the strength to dispel the theory would have likely found the means to dissipate the question in a less awkward sort of way.

Raising her hand to it, Lucy ran her fingers along the lion tattoo, the mane shifting as if her fingers genuinely raked through it. "You ever really think the future's fully mapped out for you?" She asked instead, "What's her name?"

[Adaryn Breslin]

While she should have expected this girl to figure out what she truly felt, Adaryn still was caught by surprise at her answer.

She rarely spoke about this to anyone, or at least not directly, so now that she was put on the spot like this, Adaryn couldn't remain still. "I- I have to go." Her eyes fell, as did her head, as she said this.

Addie didn't want to bring this up with anyone, let alone a perfect stranger with moving tattoos. "I'm sorry," she said, turning on her heel to leave.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Perceptive as she was, Lucy knew that an answer was better than no answer. And a diversion question was above that. While she didn't get the name of the proposed other party, she supposed she didn't need it. Really, she didn't need any information, but curiosity came as it did. She knew how Monroe felt - gathering the fact that he seemed a little doomed to the inevitable - but how she felt must have been different.

Else, why bother? Someone in this had to think a little clearly.

But her lack of an answer was everything the tatted up meta needed.

"What the fuck're you sorry for?" She scoffed, but she waved her hand in her direction as she turned away. If someone was prepared enough to walk away, they had their own reasons. Lucy Serrano didn't chase people.

Well, she chased one. And that was more than enough work for her.

[Adaryn Breslin]

It wasn't as though Addie truly wanted to feel the way she had around the Australian girl. She was used to being ignored, and never was she used to be asked those difficult questions and being read as the tattooed girl had done. She didn't know what else to do but run from the situation, because she sure as hell wouldn't be able to face it.

So instead, she kept her head down as she walked away, cringing at the girl's words towards her. It wasn't often that Adaryn even uttered a curse, so to hear it so easily used was another reason why she couldn't stay. She just didn't know what to do. In her mind, Addie knew that the Australian wasn't trying to be malicious, but she couldn't continue.

And she hadn't even gotten her name.