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It turned out that there were people milling around the school, ready to welcome any newcomers. Charlotte stuck out like a sore thumb, with that stupid little maid outfit and ultra high heels on, so they spotted her easily. She explained her dilemma, mentioning only she was a biokinetic and that she had travelled a long time to get to the school. They didn't ask about the outfit as Charlie had made it very clear that she wasn't going to talk about it; best keep her side life a secret. They had registered her into the system and given her some handbook, which she skimmed through quickly and threw into the bedroom they had directed her to. Apparently she had a roommate, Scarlett, but she wasn't there when Charlie walked in, which was fine by her.
But what gave Charlotte the most satisfaction was being able to change clothes. She threw away the other costume, to get rid of evidence, and hid the stuff she had to keep (as in, weapons, money, and other stuff she had hidden on her).
Now she was wearing some old jeans and a plain T-shirt, and some worn black Converse. She planned to go shopping for clothes later; right now, however, she was looking for the library. And she had found it.
The ceilings towered high above where she wwas standing, and she was surrounded by rows and rows of books. Charlie thought perhaps she could find something on the mistress's organization.
Charlotte began walking the rows between bookshelves, examining titles.

Charlotte was mumbling to herself in French as she examined the books on the shelves. She recognized some things as being classics, but others not even her parents had taught her of and well...they taught her everything. They must have been new, and based on the cover, weird.
"Ce qui est Twilight...?" Charlie said to herself in a confused tone. She set it back on the shelf and suddenly felt eyes on her. She turned her head slowly, and made eye contact with a bleach blonde boy wearing leggings. He looked odd, but who was she to judge? Well, she judged everyone, that's just how she was. But she looked bad, too. Wearing someone's old clothes and with dirt- and possibly dried blood, her own and others' -in her hair. She hadn't gotten to shower yet.
"Do you need something?" Charlotte asked the boy staring, raising an eyebrow and standing up straight from her kneeling position beside the bookshelf.

Auberon found his way to the library, having been wandering for the past half hour with no goal in mind. When he came upon the library. He knew he would have to go and get his dorm room soon, but he'd rather first get a feel of the campus. He began browsing the shelves, intrigued by all the topics they offered.

In his pale blue button up casual shirt, his skinny fit wine red jeans, and his brown loafer, he felt at home. Back at his old school there was a strict uniform which he had always hated. Here, he already felt a new sense of freedom and individuality, yet...there was the problem. He didn't have Persephone by his side, he didn't feel whole. His face turned red as he thought of his step sister and how much he missed her. But she was better off away from him, he didn't want to accidentally kill her, as he did his father. Lost in his thoughts, the echos of his footfalls made the library seem more big than it was. It seemed so empty to the point that it was depressing, as if today's youth no longer thirsted for knowledge. Auberon hoped to find at least one book that even mentioned Nether and it's capabilities.

Upon hearing yet another set of feet, Charlotte stood up, looking around. It turned out to be two different sets of feet. One boy that didn't seem to be dressed so differently than the other and a girl balancing a stack of books like a circus act. It all looked pretty normal to Charlotte; where were all the mutants? So far, everyone she'd seen looked as normal as they could get. Perhaps everything else is a mental ability, Charlie thought, and finally she turned to the teenage girl that was only a few yards away.
"Do you know where you are going?" Asked Charlotte, the French accent heavy in her loud tone.
So far, Charlotte had decided that no one here was anything less than moronic. The girls at the front gate were a pair consisting of a freak and a cold-heart, and that wasn't something that got you many friends. Ah, oh well. Their fault.

Mattie tossed his student ID card into the air as he walked, catching it easily and repeating the process. True, he didn't typically frequent the library, seeing as books weren't really something that could hold his interest, as well as just about anything and everything that existed on earth. His arithmetic teacher had suggested that he go to the library and try to "apply himself", whatever that meant. Apparently, she thought if he read some math books that everything would suddenly make sense, but he didn't share her enthusiasm. Math had always been tough for him, all of the numbers just making him uncomfortable and fidgety. Whether it was just disinterest, intimidation or a combo of the two, he had no idea. Couldn't they just give him a break? Who even cared about cubic polynomials anyway?

Sighing loudly, trying to release his frustration with the field of mathematics, he found himself in the designated section for what he'd been assigned to research. Quickly looking through the multitudes of hardbacks, he picked out a Calculus textbook, a graphing how-to guide and a generalized instruction manual for using the high-tech calculators that were constantly being made available for all of the assignments that were given out. They'd had plenty of lectures on how to work those meticulous little helpers, but he just couldn't grasp the information. All of the buttons were too much and the concentration it took was impossible for him to conjure up.

With his books tucked under his left arm, his right hand busied itself with flipping the card he'd been given when he first arrived here. It had a rather unflattering picture of him on it, his blonde hair going every which way but he was surprised the day they announced that he was getting his picture taken. He had slept in that morning, rushing to class in his sweatpants and t-shirt, only having had time to brush his teeth. It was one of his less shining moments, but the whole situation had received a few giggles from the girls in class so he brushed it off as a success. As he was walking, he thought he heard some footsteps and he was caught off guard, thinking he was alone in the seemingly ancient hall of literature. The ID card slipped from his fingers and dropped soundlessly to the carpeted floor. With an agitated sigh escaping his lips, he bent over to retrieve the card. Straightening up with the card in his fingers, he reached down to stick it in his pocket. Keeping his eyes locked on the card, he ran right into a walking pile of books.

Dropping everything in his arms, he watched as the other person's exceptionally tall stack of books tumbled to the ground with a loud thump. Stumbling backwards a bit, his blue eyes widened and he looked up to meet a pair of piercing eyes that paralyzed him to the spot. His mouth was hanging open and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful girl that stood before him. Clearing his throat and snapping out of it as quickly as possible, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously before getting on his knees to pick everything up. "Sorry about that." He apologized, giving her a smile and reaching for the books that had fallen to the floor. Stacking them all into a fairly neat pile, he stacked his own as well and then the phone caught his attention. It rested right in front of his knees and he picked it up gingerly. He was about to give it to her when he had an absolutely brilliant idea. Gazing at it and putting a concerned look on his face, he scrolled through it to get to the contacts. "I think there's something wrong with your phone..." He trailed off, punching his name and number into it. "It doesn't have my number in it." He smiled, winking at her. Once he was finished, he handed it to her and just could not wipe the goofy grin off his face. Standing up, he picked up her books and held them out to her, though they were rather heavy. Pulling them back to his chest, he picked up his own, carrying all nine books. "Why don't you let me carry these." He offered, genuinely trying to be helpful. His fingers drummed against the spines of the books as he released some of his pent up energy.

Auberon heard a voice, with a French accent, speak. It echoed through the library, and made him span out of his daydream of his sister. "Who....me?" He asked, and pointed to himself with his thumb. "Uh...no....I..." He started, then noticed how more people had entered the library while he had spaced out and managed to trail off in mid-sentence. The situation became uncomfortable, social anxiety began to set in.

He blushed slightly and sighed, and decided to head over to the French Female, hoping that having some social contact will prevent people from approaching him. He felt his skin crawl, already anxious to leave, even though he had still not found a book on Nether and what it really was. "Hi, I'm....uh...Auberon. And you are?" He said, walking up to the girl in the old jeans and plain t shirt.

Matthew could see from the corner of his shocking bright blue eyes that there were still a few people around the library at this hour, though he wasnt sure why anyone would bother with the place. He supposed it was a good place to meet people, "accidentally" bump into them or something. This particular young lady seemed to be very introverted, hardly saying more than a few words to him. Why did that always happen to him? The kids at the academy were so shy, it just made Matthew wonder. His grip on the heavy books was beginning to slip a little, and he used his thigh to push them back up into his hold. The most he'd taken from the library were three books at a time, And they were for a science project he never did. It was fine with him, because he was failing anyway.

The girl was clearly not impressed with his flirtatious behavior, what with the roll of her beautiful eyes and toss of her hair over her shoulder. This only made Matthew even more intrigued, determined to get to know this female. Maybe he would persuade her with his charm, somehow, and find at least a friendship. "I'm sure you'll be okay then if I be the gentleman I am, and carry your books... Now! Are you checking out, or will you be finding something else today?" Mattie grinned, hugging the books as close to him as he could manage. He didnt care so much for his math books or his teachers silly advice- he had a mission to accomplish. The girl confirmed that she was indeed finished, and Matthew waved off her attempts and hinting to hand her back her textbooks.

His fingers drummed on the spines of the thick books Mattie would never try to accomplish even if his life depended on it, leaning casually against one of the desks set out for students to work on. He had left the books there, with his back to them and his arms resting behind him. "So what's your name, anyway? I'm pretty new out here, just got here!" Matthew talked fluently, not even caring how loud his tone was. A librarian shushed him, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes back into his head. "Matthew Lush," he offered a hand, his skin icy to the touch naturally. He was feeling a little overwhelmed in the library with its heater keeping the place a toasty 80, but he wouldn't complain. It was snowing outside. Mattie scooped the books up in his arms again as they moved up in line, forgetting his main purpose here in the first place.

In his opinion, the girl was rather different than him. He'd taken a quick inventory of the books she was checking out, noticing that she had some that seemed like they were for her classes and others that didn't seem to really have a purpose. Why did she get more books than what she absolutely needed? Perhaps she actually.....enjoyed reading. Matthew couldn't even fathom sitting down for the amount of time it would take to read a book. He barely made it through his hour long classes, much less a novel. His attention span just wouldn't allow it, but sometimes he wondered if he would have been different without all of the extra energy bouncing around inside of his body. Perhaps if the pills would have worked..... He shook his head imperceptibly, putting away the thoughts of those dreadful medications and focusing on the beauty in front of him who was trying to introduce herself while his mind was wandering, just like always.

He had to lean a bit closer to her as she spoke, her voice soft and quiet, practically a whisper in comparison to his voice. "Primrose." He repeated when she finished, shaking her hand gently and accidentally leaving tiny snowflakes in her hand as he pulled his own back. His bright blue eyes widened in terror and embarrassment as he gazed down at her delicate fingertips that were now laced with intricately patterned flakes of snow. "I-I'm sorry." He murmured, feeling rather bashful after the incident. He'd been thinking so much about the snow outside, not focusing on keeping his body temperature under control. It was a constant struggle to keep people around him warm, seeing as he liked the cold. There was something about it's peaceful nature, but also it's spontaneousness that made him absolutely adore it.

The line started moving and he was thankful for the activity, feeling fidgety after the awkward hand shaking thing. He immediately wondered what on earth she must be thinking, but that topic didn't stay on his brain for too long because surprisingly, it was their turn in line. He sat the stack of books down on the counter with a loud thump, grinning at the sweet old librarian and leaning against the counter. "Dorothy, you look absolutely breathtaking as always." He commented, winking at the sweet woman who'd helped him countless times in the library. He knew he'd be lost without her, wandering the countless shelves like a lost puppy. He handed over his ID card after receiving an eye roll and a small smile from his dearest librarian. She seemed skeptical about him checking out so many books, he could see it in her eyes but he just glanced at Primrose a few times before recognition spread across the woman's face. Her smile brightened and she nodded, scanning the books one by one before returning his card to him. "Thank you so much, Dorothy. Same time next week?" He teased, smiling brightly at her as he scooped up the books and headed towards the door. He was such a charmer.

Not quite sure what to do next, he used his hip to open up the large wooden door that led out of the library. "You know.... I don't want these to be overdue." He stated, trying to be serious and failing miserably. "It could taint my reputation." He added, glancing at Primrose with a smile on his face. She was stunning, completely gorgeous but what he liked the most about her was how she didn't yell at him when they'd bumped into one another. She didn't flat out reject him when he flirted with her and she certainly didn't pull away quickly after feeling the chill of his skin. She was just....different. No matter how cliche it sounded, it was true. "Where's your room?" He asked, planning on carrying her books to wherever it was she wanted to go. Even though the hard covers were digging into the skin on his arms, he was not going to give them to her. No way.