Snippet #2706384

Rianne's Dorm

Bastard, showing up to my place like that trying to be all friendly, Rianne thought to herself as she put the rest of her things away. Her hand hovered her phone, one of the things that had been confiscated from her - her gaze drifted back to the tracker she had kicked away and she felt her expression souring again. Twice on the same day. She cried twice on the same day and she couldn't feel more humiliated. She could hardly even remember the last time she genuinely bawled her eyes out, what was it about today? Those children all showing up at once. . . it was like a bad omen. Even Melody got caught up in this mess somehow, but she couldn't quite gather why.

Rianne shook her head and picked up her phone, flipping it open to see if anything new came up. It seemed like there was - some unknown number left a message on her cell. More spam? Man, I'm getting real tired of deleting all this crap- Her finger froze over the button. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't ignore it. Could be Melody calling from somewhere else, or that motherfucker that arranged our midnight date.

To her surprise, it was not Melody, nor was it the motherfucker. Instead, it was Kane's voice that greeted her on the other end. What the? How did he even get this number? she thought to herself for a moment. Whatever, I'll pester him about it later. Change of plans, huh? Well, Yohan definitely wasn't going to show up and she didn't feel like moping around in her room for the rest of the day so she grabbed her bag and left. I'll deal with Isaiah later, I don't feel like looking at his stupid mug today.
She sent Kane a quick text on her way over.

[Rianne: johanns busy im coming over early]

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When she arrived at his doorstep some untold minutes later, there was no knock. Rather, she threw the door wide open and let herself in. There was no sense in locking a door if you were expecting guests, but she didn't expect another guest to already be here. Not that she minded, anyway. In fact, she looked to be one of the newer recruits, Erica.

"'Sup." Rianne grinned. "Didn't know your girlfriend was gonna be over."

Capelli D'angelo

With a few blinks, the girl sipping coffee seemed to suddenly become aware of her surroundings, like she had just woken up from a long daydream. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but it closed for a second before she was able to formulate any words. "Hey! Um. . . is there some kind of orientation I missed?" Charlotte called from her table, her eyes lighting up as she mustered the courage to speak up to the group of seven. "Y-You're all new recruits here, aren't you?" she asked sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. "I'm pretty new here myself so I'm not too familiar with how everything works. . ."

Nervously, the girl stood up and tried to look somewhat presentable, flattening out the folds in her clothes as her eyes shifted from the group to the floor a couple of times.

"Sorry if I'm being a bother to you guys, I guess I just wanted to say that I haven't made any friends here yet. . . and I was wondering. . . if I could at least sit with you all and have lunch together. . ."

Charlotte's hands trembled a little and she maintained an anxious smile throughout - it was hard to call it acting, because her body naturally reacted this way when speaking to more than a few people, no thanks to some of the unsavory quirks she picked up from the miserable people she'd devoured. All the better to sell her performance with.

That should suffice, with any luck. If not, I suppose I'll find something else to check off my list.