Bad Luck: That's gonna stain (Open)

[Ross Valkyrie]

After handing the heavy sweater over, Ross retreated to one of the whitewashed walls of the bathroom. As Karalie spoke about dry being better, he noticed how unusual the name was. You'd never hear anything like it back in the UK. It was nice to know things were different everywhere you went. As she spoke over the drier, the boy had some difficulty discerning what she was talking about due to the noise and unfamiliar accent.

From what he managed to gather, she was a student too. "I think I'm in eleventh grade, but we have a different system in England so I'm not too sure." the lad spoke, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Pausing his hand actions, he added - "I only transferred yesterday. I'm a real newbie to all this.." The student gestured openly with his free hand.

"What about you? I guess you haven't transferred from anywhere. Accent sort of gives that away."

[Karalie Heise]

So he was a junior, just a year behind her.  What sort of system did they have in England? And why was he transferring here form England? Was there a school there? Why hadn't her idiot roommate just stayed put in Jolly Ol' if that were the case!

"Jeez, ya'll really are new." The blow dryer was loud and echoed off the walls, but it was working.  The sweater was starting to dry out and she was glad for it.  "An' unfortunately I've been here uh tick or two." She drawled with a little eye roll.  "Started school here when I was eleven.  Not uh fan uh this weather, though.  Much nicer when it warms up, I promise."  She didn't know much about the weather over the pond though.  He was probably used to cruddy winters.  It snowed there, right?  "Where in England ya'll from?"

[Ross Valkyrie]

He spoke over the too-loud drying machine. "The North-West. Place called Manchester. There's not much to say about it, other than everybody drinks tea there and it rains too much." he knew he probably came off as strange but it was true. "Literally once every like ten days it rains all day. I like it better here, all the sun and warmth."

Of course, compared to Kocher his hometown was a walk in the park, Sweden was renowned for long and bitter winters. That and the Vikings. They had sweet foods there as well, liked their salty licorice. At this point he realised he was lost in his own world. Snapping back, he asked her a question. "I'm not the best with American accents but you don't sound like you're from around here. Where're you from?"

[Karalie Heise]

Manchester sounded crummy. Karalie didn't drink much tea, and the rain was a nuisance.  It was so.. wet. Plus it did terrible things to her hair.  Zapped the curls right on out and made it puff all up in a frizzy fro.  The Mississippi humidity did that, too.  "Sun an' warmth are nice tuh have." She agreed with a sort of smile on her face before looking back at the dryer.

"I'm from Mississippi." She explained, looking back over at Ross. "Down south. Not as much snow as up here, an' generally uh lil' warmer.  Everythin' in 'Sippi is uh bit slower, nicer, an' people are kinder in general." Nicer to your face, anyway.  There was a lot of backstabbing in Mississippi where folks say one thing to your face and something totally different behind your back.  "It's uh solid days drive from all th'way up here."  

Karalie pulled the sweater away from the dryer and it naturally turned itself off.  It was still a little damp, but not sopping wet like it was.  Deciding that was good enough she pulled it over her head and then looked in the mirror at herself, fixing her hair and looking at Ross through their reflections.  "Can yah tell?" She asked a little nervously, biting her lower lip as she looked at the sweater.  It was there, but the stain would definitely come out.  He'd certainly improved the odds of it going in the trash, that was for sure.