Snippet #2378765

Residential Hall
1310-1316

Arthur didn't have to turn around to know he was being scanned. To put faces to the eyes he felt watching him he turned and alas, his audience was revealed. A strange man who, even with his back to the wall, loomed over Arthur. Then again a lot of people loomed over him on a regular basis. The consequence of being somewhat short. From foot to head he scanned this stranger as he had scanned him, the intent behind this differing wildly from that of the resident in front of him. As Arthur's soft off-white eyes met with this man's dark foreboding gaze what should of been a cold, unnerving stare wasn't really so for him. The reason for this? He wasn't looking at the man at all, yet he was. The parts of the body his watcher wasn't aware of didn't sell the intimidation as well as this man's three dimensional self could. How could it be if he didn't even know it was there? It would be like trying to scare someone by trying to recite a poem that he never read or even knew about.

It clicked somewhere in Arthur's head that staring for anything longer than a fleeting glance would create unnecessary attention. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself right from the start. He looked aside to the opening at the other end of the hallway. As he started walking in that direction he came into view of the second viewer, a blue haired girl watching just out of sight of him initially. She was actually shorter than him, a first for him. Not too threatening but not exactly normal looking either. Nothing was truly normal looking to Arthur though. He has, in a sense, been blessed by losing the bias of judging people upon first seeing them. It wasn't that he couldn't see them in three dimensions normally but he could see so much more as well. Confusing? Definitely. It made talking to people in person almost impossible for the first whole month.

None the less if he wasn't going to start drawing attention from the wild haired man than he wouldn't provoke this girl into a conversation either. He did make eye contact as well though. Her eyes were a similar colour to her hair.
Intentional or serendipity? He thought to himself as he started to pass her. He made sure to put a measured distance between himself and her. Not far enough to make it look like he was outright avoiding her but enough to be able to get away without injury. He didn't need to break eye contact to watch her hands for a sudden reaction. It would simply show that he's expecting an attack and he didn't need to look down to tell if she was going to do something. Years living blind had taught him how to know what's going on without being able to see it. Being able to see as well helped a lot anyways but it wasn't necessary.

All this subtle posturing however was for naught as the expression on his face explained himself all too well. He was suspicious of everyone and everything in this facility, possibly even the facility itself. After all, he was no spy nor an actor of any sort. Pretending to be something he is not was never something he had to do much of. Had he known he would of been thrown into a situation like this he probably would of brushed up on that skill, although he probably would of attended to more pressing questions before thinking of that. He could hear talking in the distance. Not unexpected considering it was announced over the speakers that it was lunch. People were likely to be heading through here on their way to the cafeteria, which was where he would be. Not that he was hungry, not at all. His paranoia outweighed his hunger. He figured that on the way he could do some sight seeing while being on a definite path. Just wandering around in a place like this could get him lost and just as likely hurt...

or worse.