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The green haired girl had aimlessly wandered the hallways for what seemed like hours, avoiding the infirmary. It was required of her to check in, to see how the healing of her broken arm was going, but it wasn't something she was looking forward to. She had found everything she could possibly do to stall for time: changing her outfit numerous times (not easy to do with a cast), pretending to be lost, finding the outdoor swimming pool, memorizing where every faculty member's office was, and even looking for one of her podmates to talk to. Of course, when she wanted to deal with them, they were nowhere to be found.
Instead, she had changed into a pair of ripped, black shorts, and a tank top, something she wore quite often. As always, her jacket was draped over her shoulders, and there was a single chain around her neck with no charm. She fingered that chain with her good hand, leaning against the wall down the hallway from the infirmary, staring defiantly at the door that was certain to lead her to more pain.
Arman is wandering the halls of the school, wearing nothing but some black gym shorts, a grey sleeveless tee, and some black sandals. Today, he's looking for something to keep himself occupied, be it beating on Mike again, kicking Clyde's ass, or just breaking something. Still, whatever it happens to be, it beats sticking around the dorm with Spatz and Eazy-E. Not that he has anything against Spatz, he just doesn't like anyone.
During his walk, he happens upon a emerald-haired beauty, and he stops dead in his tracks. She's all the way down the hall, so maybe she won't notice him staring, but he is. Taking a couple of moments to compose himself, the blond male sports a grin and proceeds down the hall with confident swagger.
"I was going to ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven, but the cast is proof that it probably did."
She glanced back and forth down the empty hallway, debating to herself whether she should bother with the infirmary at all. Breaking the rules on her second day seemed like a bad idea, but going in to have somebody poke and prod the injuries she wasn't proud of seemed like an equally bad idea. She was close to moving one way or another when somebody entered the hall.
A ways down from her, she noticed he was looking towards her, but staring? No. That, she was oblivious to. Her head swiveled away from him, back towards the glorified nurse's office, and she cursed under her breath. She wanted, no, needed some kind of distraction, just to stall in for a little bit longer.
And her prayers were answered by a lousy pick up line. She turned back to the man, now far closer and towering over her tiny five-two. A brow cocked, but despite herself, she smiled. Lousy or not, it gave her an excuse. "Nah, mate," she told him softly, voice thick with her accent. "I'm not from heaven, not yours and not mine. I'm from much further down. Down under, actually."
It was a lousy joke, but it was something. And who knows? Maybe she could get him to laugh.
"Down under, eh?" His grin widens as he hears her accent. She's far from exotic, but the voice is enough to keep him interested for a bit. Arman places a forearm on the wall, just a couple of feet from her, and leans toward it, staring down at her.
"Please. Tell me more."
No introduction, and so far he hasn't decided to go with another lame pick-up line. Though he does have genuine curiosity. He's also not smart enough to know if she's talking about being from hell, or six-feet under, or walking out of the river Styx, or anything like that, so he just goes along with it for now.
"Brisbane," she admits, more than she had told to anybody since arriving. Normally, her accent was enough to let them know exactly where she was from, and it seemed like nobody around here asked those sorts of questions. Everybody probably had some sort of shady past if they had all arrived here with victims of their own. "Australia." As if the town wasn't enough.
She shifted against the wall, unable to officially turn her back to the infirmary because of her broken arm, but facing this stranger a bit more. Unlike most of the others, who all seemed to have their own problems to work out, he offered her his full attention. Training had taught her to do the same. And he had a familiar sort of air about him...
"Australia? Oh, right," he is confused at first, figuring she's going to give one of the stereotypical answers among many options. "Hell" was one. Though, she doesn't, and it's something he's glad for. Makes for more interesting conversation, and all.
Eyes on her as she shifts, Arman frowns. "How about we move somewhere more comfortable? Cafeteria is nearby." He's not too concerned, really, particularly as this is a woman he doesn't really know. Though, it looks comfortable, and he'd want to get out of it as soon as possible should positions be switched. He cocks his head backward, motioning for her to come along if she chose. If not, then, well, they'd continue the conversation right here.
"The "until now" part is what has me asking my next question. And that is "Why?" of course."
She gave a shrug, deciding to follow after him and leave all ideas of the infirmary behind. She knew that there was the possibility that they could relax her pain, take it away, but she just didn't want to be in that clean room, with that medicinal smell, waiting for somebody to pay attention to her. Sitting in the cafeteria with this stranger seemed far more interesting.
She stretched her good shoulder, waiting and thinking about his question. Why had she come to the United States of all places? Why hadn't she gone somewhere else, to Perth or somewhere in Europe? Why America? "Just a feeling, I guess." He had taught her to follow her instincts, her gut responses.
He said that those instincts were Him, leading her, helping her along His path. He would always lead her the right way. "I mean, why not? I can learn here, right?" She chuckles, more to herself, as she wonders what He is trying to teach her.
"You can learn here, of course, but you can learn anywhere." He shrugged, grabbing a plate - or two, as he gestured an offer, and if she accepted he'd get food for her - and began to fill it. She answered his questions, but vaguely enough that she might as well not have answered them in the first place. It was interesting, but he wasn't going to dig deep into the issue. At least, not when he really had no legitimate interest aside from her very nice face.
"You see, me? I'm here because I've got no options. This place, I think it's shit. But you came from Australia to here, and for what? That's why I'm curious."
He offered to get her food for her and shock was evident upon her face. She stared at him for a moment, wondering what spurred that on, but the ever present weight of the sling reminded her. She was, at least for the moment, crippled. She nodded and let him get her food, standing a bit closer than necessary to help him identify what she wanted or didn't want.
"I had nothing left in Australia," she said, giving a shrug, with both of her shoulders. She looked up at him and tried tossing locks of her hair out of her face. "My mother's a nun. I'm not." She didn't bother mentioning Him, her deepest secret, her most loved possession. She wanted to keep Him to herself as best she was able, at least for a little while. It allowed her a sense of possession.
"Ew," Arman comments on the nun mom. His parents were basically religious zealots, kind of turned him off from the whole thing. That said, he still definitely had his beliefs... they just weren't as well-practiced as the rest of his line. That said, he started making connections that probably weren't ever there to begin with.
"You could have gone anywhere. Fuckin', Paris. London. Tokeeoh (Tokyo). Yet you come here. You're an interesting one --- what's your name, again?"
He finished getting the food she picked out, having taken a mountain to feast upon for himself. Then he'd lead her to a table and offer her her plate.
"So, you gotta be here for a reason, and that reason is what I'm guessing fucked your arm up. Care to enlighten me?"
She smirked as she thought about all of the options he offered her. Yeah, she could have gone anywhere. She could have done anything. But something - she still believed it to be Him - had led her here. It was Destiny. It had to be. That, however, wasn't something she would necessarily say to a near stranger.
A near stranger who just realized he didn't know her name. She chuckled but didn't seem offended; she hadn't offered it, after all. "Piper."
Tilting her head to one side, she contemplated his question as they sat and she took her food, a small plate with mostly meat. It was a bit awkward to wiggle into a comfortable position and to use a utensil with her left hand, but she managed as best she could. "What broke my arm is a stupid robot," she muttered, the bitterness apparent in her voice. "You would think something hitting its head at a high enough speed would break IT. And considering the bloody training session was a show of WHY I'm here, I figured, you know, show off what makes me more than human. But no. Apparently I am 'more than my powers.' Ch..." She scoffed, but her rant was over. Glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, she tried not to wince and refused to apologize for her quiet outburst.