~Samuel J. Livingston~
After a moment or two, Samuel noticed that the girl next to him had greeted him. He closed his eyes and pivoted his head a bit to the ground, grinning as if he was slightly embarrassed, which he wasn't. In fact, he was a bit irritated that this girl had ruined his concentration, but he didn't let it get to him. He put on a warm grin and introduced himself.
"The name's Samuel. Samuel Livingston. I see you're..." Samuel leaned over towards her a bit, as her name card had ended up between the girl and the gloomy kid next to her, "...Chess Belle. It's nice to meet you. If you need some help with anything, give me a holler, I'm pretty much always free. By the way, where might you be from? It seems to me that I'm one of, if not the only full-blooded American here."
Mentally, Samuel was seething at having to deal with this girl, and hated himself for letting his thoughts get the better of him. To be honest, though, he thought it wasn't all that bad; if he could win her trust, then he'd already be able to start pulling the strings of her, and maybe even branch out if either he got to know people, or if she brought others to introduce them to him. As Samuel thought more and more about this, he calmed down to the point where his previous anger was a dim, dying spark of a fire.
Plus, he was extremely glad that the girl on his right didn't speak at all; the one that he suspected to be at least on-par with his own abilities. At first, he thought that she was going to be extremely tough to handle, but he could see two benefits from knowing her: first, based on her actions for the entire time she had sat there, she was an extreme loner, and probably didn't have a very nice time back where she lived. Second, Samuel was extremely interested in finding out what secrets this place held.
He knew of two massive pieces of evidence that could link to the old man running this place having an ulterior motive for having them all come over to the Aegan Sea: the first was the amount of cameras he had seen on his way to the dining hall. He had counted exactly four cameras. Considering that this was a pretty large mansion, and that he had counted a total of fourteen students, he figured that there had to be anywhere from twenty-five to thirty cameras littered around the building. The second was the fact that there were no decorations showing the pictures of past students in the hallways. There has also been no mention of any past students at all, and the furniture seemed fairly used.
He snapped back to reality once more, but relaxed a bit when he saw that the other girl hadn't seen him staring at her. He put on the same grin that he had put on for Chess and introduced himself.
"Hi there. I'm Samuel, I come from America. Who might you be?"
He sat there feeling a bit like a fool, waiting for her to acknowledge him.
"The name's Samuel. Samuel Livingston. I see you're..." Samuel leaned over towards her a bit, as her name card had ended up between the girl and the gloomy kid next to her, "...Chess Belle. It's nice to meet you. If you need some help with anything, give me a holler, I'm pretty much always free. By the way, where might you be from? It seems to me that I'm one of, if not the only full-blooded American here."
Mentally, Samuel was seething at having to deal with this girl, and hated himself for letting his thoughts get the better of him. To be honest, though, he thought it wasn't all that bad; if he could win her trust, then he'd already be able to start pulling the strings of her, and maybe even branch out if either he got to know people, or if she brought others to introduce them to him. As Samuel thought more and more about this, he calmed down to the point where his previous anger was a dim, dying spark of a fire.
Plus, he was extremely glad that the girl on his right didn't speak at all; the one that he suspected to be at least on-par with his own abilities. At first, he thought that she was going to be extremely tough to handle, but he could see two benefits from knowing her: first, based on her actions for the entire time she had sat there, she was an extreme loner, and probably didn't have a very nice time back where she lived. Second, Samuel was extremely interested in finding out what secrets this place held.
He knew of two massive pieces of evidence that could link to the old man running this place having an ulterior motive for having them all come over to the Aegan Sea: the first was the amount of cameras he had seen on his way to the dining hall. He had counted exactly four cameras. Considering that this was a pretty large mansion, and that he had counted a total of fourteen students, he figured that there had to be anywhere from twenty-five to thirty cameras littered around the building. The second was the fact that there were no decorations showing the pictures of past students in the hallways. There has also been no mention of any past students at all, and the furniture seemed fairly used.
He snapped back to reality once more, but relaxed a bit when he saw that the other girl hadn't seen him staring at her. He put on the same grin that he had put on for Chess and introduced himself.
"Hi there. I'm Samuel, I come from America. Who might you be?"
He sat there feeling a bit like a fool, waiting for her to acknowledge him.