Xeniel Rosenkrantz's Story

Xeniel was silent as the grave as he came in, the smallest of smiles on his lips. The library was peaceful and quiet most of the time, which was nice. He certainly did enjoy talking to people, he really did, but sometimes he just needed to be alone with his thoughts. However, this wasn't one of the times. Right now, he was just in the mood for studying. He hadn't made many friends here, most of them having already graduated, so he spent most of his time alone since not many people wanted to talk to him these days. Opening a book on a table, he pulled out a notebook filled with blank music scores.

He heard whispers of some people passing him, commenting that he looked a little old to be there, and some betting that he was a failure who had been held back once, or twice, or several times. Despite their comments, he said nothing and didn't look over to give them a look or anything at all. He simply looked through his textbook, taking notes on important things mentioned in the book. He would also write short lines of music. He had written full compositions before, but didn't usually do anything long when he was studying, usually just writing things that demonstrated a concept covered in the book.

Xeniel remained quiet as people began to leave to find out their room assignments. He was so caught up in his studying, he almost didn't notice the announcement, but managed to barely register it somewhere in the back of his mind. Moments later, he looked up, ignoring the people still talking about him, and looked around. People seemed to be leaving already, and he hadn't even noticed. Slowly, he packed up his things and crossed the Library. A tiny small remained on his face as some people shoved past him to see their room assignment - He didn't blame them, he was more than sure that they were very excited.

The fallen angel followed the flowing crowd, making his way to the office with them. He hoped that it didn't take too long, although if it did, he supposed it wouldn't complain. Waiting wasn't a big deal. Once you'd been alive for years and years and over three thousand years, you learn patience in great amounts. He had stood somewhere waiting for over three hours and ddin't mind before, he was sure this would be more than bearable. The chattering was loud, but didn't bother him as much as it usually did - Everyone was just speaking to their, perhaps new, friends after all. However, for now, he stood in the crowd of people - Ironically alone, not that it bothered him mind you.

Catalina saw a crowd just down the hall at another door - that was open. She hurried there with her big bag on her back. 'Oh I'm sorry sir, I just arrived and I realy don't know what or how or... I just don't know anything! I just came from the airport and I had a realy long flight and I'm realy scared I'm to late. Can you please tell me what I have to do or... I don't know.' She said, dead tired and definately suffering under jetlag. She looked at the guy in front of her. He looked majestic although... She guessed he was a senior.

Xeniel walked forward with the crowd, moving slowly. He was mostly following the flow, but was anxious to see his rooming arrangements. Suddenly, Xeniel heard someone talking over the crowd, directly behind him. They couldn't be talking to him, could they? He turned, his black sling shoulderbag hanging down at his left him, the sling over his right shoulder. It appeared they were speaking to him. As the girl began to continue speaking on, he scrambled to gather what she said before while gathering what she was currently saying. The girl looked very exhausted... The Fallen Angel couldn't blame the girl, he was still rather worn from throwing himself from the heavens after all - An angel being cut off from heaven takes a lot out of them. "I see. You don't need to be upset, nothing has started yet. All of the crowd is simply moving to see their rooming accommodations - So, you're just in time." he replied in a very soft voice, his tone pure and gentle. He offered her a light, kindly smile.

" Oh thank you sir!" Cat said and she smiled her bigest, larges smile to the boy in front of her. She stood in line waiting for the crowd to advance, glancing sometimes at the weird guy next to her and at the other people around her. She was curious about who she would share a room with or if she would have a room all by herself. A room where the sheets were changed every week and with a soft bed and... oh, just like when mom and dad were still living! She hummed a little spanish children song and looked around again, her eyes met with the strange boy next to her. 'So, what year are you in?' she asked to break the awkward silence between them - and the boring waiting.

Xeniel laughed very softly. "You don't need to call me sir." He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not that old." he joked. He heard the murmuring around him from people's conversation and caught what seemed to be some kind of song - Probably in a romance language, Italian or Spanish he would guess. Quietly, he wondered if he would have a loud, rambunctious roommate or a quiet, withdrawn one. Either way, he didn't mind - People were the way they were, over three thousand years of life would teach him that. Hearing the girl from before speak to him again, he turned to her. "Ah, i'm a Senior." he replied with a smile. "The name is Xeniel Rosenkrantz. You can call me Xen, or Rose, or anything you'd like really. What year are you in?" The softness in his voice and the uncertainty of his tone suggested that not many people talked to him, meaning he was a bit socially awkward - However, he was certainly a very friendly individual, always had been.

"I'm sorry sir... I mean... I'm not realy used to the customs here so I still have to find some things out si..." she looked at her shoes again. The bag on her back was becoming quite heavy. Literally everything she owned was in that army bag. Even the teddy bear her mom gave her on her 4th birthday. "The name is Xeniel Rosenkrantz. You can call me Xen, or Rose, or anything you'd like really. What year are you in?" said the guy next to her. "Xeniel is a very nice name! It sounds old, not realy an English name if I may say so si ... I mean Xeniel. She nodded and smiled at him. I'm a sophomore. She said wile going a little forward in the queue.

"Yes... I understand." he said, smiling softly. "I am.. rather new here as well." The Fallen Angel looked to the crowd, moving forward as they did so. He wasn't really in a hurry, he would simply go with the flow - Since the one time he went against the flow, things didn't turn out well... Glancing to the girl once more, he chuckled very softly. "Yes... I suppose it isn't... It's Enochian." he added, looking down at the ground briefly before glancing back up and apologizing as someone shoved past him, despite him having done nothing wrong. "A Sophomore... Well, welcome back if you were here before, if not, Welcome." He offered her with a soft smile and a gentle tone of voice.

"Oh wow, you look comfortable here to be new! I wish I had your nerves, I'm realy nervous because I want to know where I end up... in the dorm I mean. I haven't slept with someone in my room since the orphanege and..." She looked at Xeniel. "I'm sorry, It's just... everything is so different now!" She listened to his soft voice and tilted her head. "Enochian? What's that ? Are you from Enochia or what is the place called?" She looked at her shoes again. "Oh, I'm so sorry it has just been so long to have a conversation in English and I'm overexcited"

Xeniel smiled lightly. "I have learned to be comfortable anywhere i go. I've seen many things, beautiful things as well as terrible, bloody things - One learns to adjust." he said. At the mention of the orphanage, his expression softened. He somewhat understood what it was like; Being taught nothing, given one job and purpose which is simply to do what you are told and survive, live where your brothers and sisters are many, where many come and go, and all while having no knowledge of any mother or father who truly watches you. Although, he supposed for many, an Orphanage wasn't a place of all bad. "You have seen hard times." His pale blue eyes drifted over to her, his expression calm and relaxed. "I am sure you will adjust to the differences quickly, friend." For the time being, he would call her 'friend', since he did not know her name at the moment.

Hearing her inquiry, he laughed very softly. "Yes, Enochian. It is the language i speak, before i ever spoke 'English'. And, no." he added with a grin. "I don't come from a place known as Enochia. I've noticed that many people that i tell where i am from don't believe me. You would think it to be nonsense." As she apologized, he put his hand up and shook his head, the gesture meaning to express that he didn't mind her excitement.

'They don't believe you? Try me! haha, I actually grew up in Cuzco. It was great!' she laughed ad Xeniel. The queue was going very slow. They were all cramped in the little room. They had been waiting for about ten or fifteen minutes now and she wanted to know what dorm she was in by now. 'You reckon this will take a long time? To get to the front, I mean...' she said. She took a bottle of Inca Cola out of her bag and drank some. 'You want to taste? It is a typical Peruvian soft drink, it's even more popular than coca cola!'

Xeniel simply stared at her with his little smile on his face. "Alright, i suppose i can give it a try." he finally decided, looking forward at the crowd. He peeked over their heads before sighing. "From the length of this line, it may be quite a while... We may reach the front in five minutes, we may be here for half an hour. It looks like the skafuffle up front has escalated into somewhat of a ballyhoo." The Fallen Angel had tried to use some earth slang at that moment, but didn't seem to realize that it was outdated, very british slang. As she offered her drink, he hesitated. "I wouldn't want to deprive you of any amount of your beverage..." he said quietly, although he certainly did seem interested in trying it. "Well... As for where i come from. Would you believe me to be false if i were to tell you that i am an Angel fallen from the Lord's great heaven?" Sapphire eyes looked down, waiting for some kind of taunt, which was what he usually received. He didn't even understand what the taunts were about most of the time - What was a 'pickup line' anyway???