Welcome

[Elyse Kaplan]

Elyse grumbled as she dropped her bag onto the floor and curled up into one of the empty chairs. She'd failed her last Latin quiz and tripped up the stairs in front of a group of upper classmen who'd snickered and pointed, not to mention ripped a new hole in the knee of her jeans in the process of tripping. Digging out a book from her bag, she nestled down into her chair and began reading, letting her brain escape to the fictional world.

[Caelan Flynn]

Caelan sighed under her breathe, she hated this school sometimes. Some of the people that walked the halls she thought surely must be brain dead. She swore if another chatting bitch stepped on her foot or smacked her in the back of the head when she was bending down to tie her shoe she was going to explode. She had an off period this period and went to the library she needed a quiet place to calm down or a friendly face to talk to. Upon walking in Caelan noticed a new face sitting all alone immersing herself in a book. She walked up to her and being nervous slipped into her Irish accent, "'ello meh name is Caelan what's yers?"

She cursed under her breathe there goes seeming normal to yet another person. She bit her lip nervously she hated the Irish brogue she spoke with she wanted everyone to think her to be American. So, far it had been going decently well save a few slip ups here and there. Usually it was better if she did not slip into it the first time in which she met someone. She waited tentatively for the girl's response she figured the girl would tell her to go away; Caelan despite her out going personality always feared rejection secretly.

[Elyse Kaplan]

Elyse lifted her gaze from the book as the Irish accent reached her ears and stared blankly for a moment. Finally, she registered that she was being spoken to and snapped out of her daze. She closed the book and dropped her knees, sitting up a bit. "Hi," she smiled. "Elyse. You're Irish, yeah?"

[Caelan Flynn]

Caelan sighed softly at least the girl responded to her she guessed that was better than nothing. Her accent faded as she calmed down, "Yeah sorta my parents are from there we moved when I was three." She did not add in the fact they moved because of political tensions in Ireland or that her brother had died in a riot choosing to be mindful of what she said for once. She tugged on a chair that was at the table slowly pulling it out as she asked, "Want some company you look kinda new to this place or I have not seen you around at any rate." She thought the girl seemed friendly enough and was usually a good judge of character.