Jim
Valio brought her eyes back from only the gods know where to the small yet loud part she'd invited. None of them were bad by any means but they certainly were a character. Valio knows they'd all stand out. Ares with his loud booming voice that seemed to penetrate when the thickest of walls, but genuinely seemed good of heart despite the sass. Finley whom she didn't get along with at first along with Melodie she hasn't talked to them much but she at least hopes she can get alone with them despite... Valio throwing Melodie off a roof. And, Owen the poor boy was seemingly in his own world and she doesn't blame him for it, a kind boy gods help the person that decides to hurt him. 

She flicks her eye over to Owen listening to the question she almost missed. She gets up from her comfortable spot while grabbing a few marshmellows to give them to Owen. Before, going back to the spot she vacated she watches Ares lean his head back to chug the drink he'd been given. 
"I'm glad you made that choice. You want some more hot chocolate? Or are you fine."
She asks the boisterous boy who's every step seems to jingle and bound with pride and confidence. He was bright as well as the others beaming with hopes and goals to achieve. She wished she could say the same. 

Her head tilted slightly to her right then snapped back up rejoining her into the present. This group was certainly going to be. Interesting. She genuinely hopes everything goes right but knowing how the dean's work somewhat there's bound to be something. But, at least she has fine company. They're enjoying themselves and thus that soothes her nervously bustling nerves. She can enjoy this, for now she has nice company.
Leslie
Out at the tree line Raizel was examining a good spot where she is going to start building the makeshift chicken coop. She wore her leather jacket over her hoodie, simple jeans, boots and fingerless gloves. What stood out about her is her unusual mask and primitive jewelry. Rai would take out twine that she nabbed from Graham's class room before tying a border for the size of the yard. Then the girl begins to collect branches before setting them on a pile.
Pauline
Ares had been doing a good amount of nothing pretty much all week after the small meet up with the group. A dull sting pulsed through his finger tips, he hadn't set down his guitar in hours. He definitely needed a distraction. The boy figured he might as well explore the woods around the facility instead. The crisp air filled his lungs, it was rather refreshing. 

The grass crunched beneath Ares' confident strides. He leaned back as he walked, his hands stationary in the pockets of his sweatpants. He looked a tad more put together, with a chunky grey jacket slid over a comfortable black hoodie. Deep auburn eyes scanned the tree line and surrounding forestry. It didn't take long for *Someone* To catch his attention. Curiosity tugged in his mind, he had never seen this person before. Ares paused, stopping dead in his tracks about six feet away from the stranger. He cocked his head to the side in intrigue and let a smirk pull on his tan features.

"Oi. Whatcha doin?" Ares' booming voice disturbed the serene of the *Almost* Empty woods. The masked face and small figure of the stranger stationed in front of him was definitely an element of interest. Bothering this random person far outweighed shredding the skin of his fingers on the unforgiving strings of his guitar.
Leslie
Raizel just dropped a heavy tree aside with a startled, girlish yelped when a voice suddenly burst behind her. She spun on her heel to turn and see a rather tall male with hunks of muscle. The dastardly expression on his cheeky face spelled mischief. Rai would find herself rattle her mask a bit as she quivered slightly. The first thing Ares would be greeted is by the freezing chill that surrounds Rai that felt close to winter itself. "I-I-I... Uhh.." Is all she said, feeling a single bead of sweat sliding down her temple. Her glowing orbs on her mask narrowed into upside crescent moons. "N-Nothing... M-much.." Rai stammered nervously as she shrugs her shoulders. Behind her the tree rolled down knocking over the pile of branches and stinks that gets scattered down a small hill. "Just marking my t-territory."
Pauline
Ares felt the temperature drop, a small shiver shot up his spine. He was far more adapted to heat, and despised the cold. Removing his hands from his pockets, he straightened out his jacket in an attempt to block out the chill. The boy figured it was just the wind.

Taking a couple steps in the other person's direction, Ares' sharp curious gaze remained stationary on them. Under a furrowed brow, he almost looked angry if it wasn't for the lingering smirk. 

"*Marking your territory?*" Ares scoffed. "Doesn't this dirt belong to the god awful facility." 

Mockery weaved its way through Ares' already condescending punctuation. Something kept it from bordering malice, but he wasn't exactly a pair of open arms. Ares could feel the unease in the stranger. This was of no surprise to him, if anything it was more surprising when someone *Wasn't* Intimidated by the tall boy. 

By this point, Ares' was far closer to the stranger now. Surveying the miscellaneous sticks scattered about in between the blades of grass that met the tree line. As well as the person itself, Ares was curious what the deal with the mask was.
Leslie
"T-to be put b-bluntly, I am doing s-something on th-their grounds," Raizel said, taking a step aside to get some space from the other. "And t-to be fair... They took me away f-from my home and c-can't expect me to act the way they want me to," She said, walking around Ares to go gather the sticks to go make a pile again. Raizel is always nervous near new people until she learn to cope with them. "I'm m-making something a-and they can't stop me." Her tone sounds quite determine when she takes out her large bone knife from her coat as she begins to trim the branches off the tree. "This p-place is boring... The sc-school is use to destruction from students... I'm doing something the op-opposite of that... I wanna build something interesting... N-new." She chucks the branches aside as she cuts them off from the stump. "C-Can't fit in with the others so why not d-do my own thing?" After she trims the tree, Rai would place it aside before working on another one.
Pauline
Ares tapped his foot lightly against the grass as he watched the thin figure scurry around the small clearing with the same *"Confidence"* As a barn mouse. The way the stranger spoke felt like sand paper gritting against his ears. A part of him wondered if they always spoke with such uncertainty, or were just incredibly upset by Ares' intimidating presence. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before speaking again.

"Sounds boring. Who are you anyways? Do you always speak like that?"

Ares didn't seem to have a filter, nor did he slow on the questions. He asked and said what he wanted, despite any ideals or comforts of the people around him. A Puerto Rican accent fell obviously between syllables but his english was recognizable. Ares' relaxed posture remained, contrasting the fidgety nervous figure in front of him. His sharp eyes ran from their feet up to their face, the item of attention was the full face mask. He rolled his eyes and wandered closer to the stranger.

He leaned down to meet his face closer to the shorter figure, and flicked the forehead of the mask with his finger. The hard material rang through his hand and he wondered what the purpose of such a freakish thing was. A curious smirk fell on his lips, and he straightened back upwards, returning to his usual tall frame. 

"Whats with the mask?" Nothing about his tone was genuine.
Leslie
"Uh... Wh-who am I? Canadian." She scurries about working while the tall, foreboding figure stood there watching her. "Er... Y-yeah? I-I-I'm working on it, okay!" Raizel sounded flustered as she glance over her shoulder at him while cutting the branches off the stump. Then her attention turns back to her work, not realizing the person stepping closer behind her. "I-It's not easy t-talking!" Raizel was sawing the branches off until she felt something hit her forehead. "Gah!?" It made a hollowed echo from the flick that slightly made her head swing back slightly. The tree trunk fell to the ground before rolling away. "H-Hey! Wh-what g-gives?!" She held the sides of her mask to adjust it place. "W-Would you a-ask a N-North American Indian why th-they wear a mask?" Rai squints at him suspiciously. "Got it from my dead mom." She waddles around him now looking confused wondering where she put the tree that she dropped. "Hnnn... Where it go now?"
Pauline
Ares cackled. It was a booming sound that echoed across the grass and seeped into the thick wood of the surrounding trees. He made no attempt to hide the amusement he got from seeing a reaction in someone else. It was *Fun.* After flicking the mask, he took a step back from the person who still had not given him a name. Leaning back on his heels slightly, he took a closer look at what the sticks were for. After a few seconds he decided he didn't care.

"Woah chill." Ares put his hands up all dramatic, as if to plead his innocence, before laughing once again. "Nah I mean like, why do you wear it."

Ares let out a yawn, he stretched his arms up high and felt his chest pull tight. The echoing breath reverberated through his ribs while he let his heavy hands fall back into his pocket. Running his tongue over his teeth in unrest, Ares felt boredom seep its way back into his brain. He *Despised* Boredom and every unappealing aspect that followed alongside it. He couldn't help but feel this interaction was achieving the opposite of what he wanted. Although, Ares could admit it was hilarious seeing them get all worked up over a small flick.
Leslie
Raizel was reaching out for the log before pausing for a second, then leaves it as she turns to him. "I feel comfortable going out with it on... I-its one of the things I have left," Rai said, putting away her bone knife in its sheath. "C-Came from a forgotten village that is now cl-claimed by stupid outsiders. They put a lot of my things in museums." Rai scoffed at that part. "Then Mutant Cradel happened." Then she glances at Ares. "S-So what clan are you from?" From her point of view, Ares didn't look Puerto Rican at all, just another fellow native from another territory. There was a strong, immense curiosity from Rai when she looks at him hopefully.
Pauline
Ares tilted his head to look at the person again. Despite the boredom weighing heavy on his brain, he couldn't help but watch the way she moved around the wood. It was unsure, quite the contrast to the attitude that surrounded Ares. He had nothing better to do, so might as well observe and bother someone. How unfortunate for Rai, she was target number one. 

Her words fell upon deaf ears, Ares definitely wasn't paying attention. Only tuning back in when something he deemed interesting sparked. The knife she held drew his mind in. The way it dug into the wood with strong steady slices captivated him for a moment. Ares had an innate curiosity for knives, having a switchblade himself, he watched the blade move across the bark before being returned to the sheath. 

"Clan?" Ares let a laugh fall out from under his breath. "Im not from any clan, i'm from Puerto Rico. What kind of damn question-" He trailed off. The same persistent smirk shaping each of his confident words.

He let his eyes meet the gaze of the other person. On top of unease, he could feel the curiosity practically radiating off of her. Why did she care where he was from? *How annoying,* His brain pestered.
Leslie
"Puuerto... Rico? Where is that? I never heard of the place before?" Raizel asked, tilting her head as she gave him a glance. "So... Your native t-type is Puerto Rico...?" Rai is trying to make sense of it now. "D-Did the residential school ruined your linage?" Then her tone suddenly softens. "Oh... You poor thing.." Raizel now felt incredibly bad for him. "L-Look, I c-could try help you get in touch with y-your native roots. L-Let's go kill something." Rai was serious on the last part.
Pauline
Ares let his mouth fall slightly ajar in genuine shock with the words that were coming out of this persons mouth. He blinked a couple times in her direction. *Were they dumb? Stupid even?* His mind could only spew insults. He leaned back and let out another laugh, it was a laugh of mockery. Far from genuine humour. 

"*Poor thing? What?* Im not native." Ares scoffed "And what? You don't know where Puerto Rico is? Did you fail elementary school or somethin? Its in the Caribbean Islands. Yknow near Mexico? Dumbass-" Ares rolled his eyes a little before turning around on his heels to wander around the little clearing. 

He stopped for a minute, and tilted his head back to look at them. Weirdo. What was their deal? A part of the boy's brain tugged at him to return to his dorm. Another part wanted to see where this would go.
Leslie
Raizel looked just as shocked as Ares. "Wh-What?! You're not!? How!?" This was a first time hearing that there are other types of people out there. From her perspective there was four colors like on the medicine real representing types of people? That's what she heard from someone in the village? Unless that's all a lie!!!? "B-Barely? Y-you're asking this from s-someone who isn't like other students here, okay!" Raizel could feel her face spike red hot with embarrassment underneath her mask. "Aaaaagh! There's so many countries and people!" This is a moment of realization that she has so much to learn still. She couldn't help herself from covering her eyes behind her gloved hands.
Pauline
Ares watched the behaviour shift in the other person. He felt the franticness in her tone. *What was she on?* Ares rocked back in forth on his heels slightly as the other spoke. In one ear out the other. The dull throb of pain remained pulsing through his fingers as they rested comfortably in his pockets. Unlike the meet up last week, this interaction didn't make him forget about his callouses at all. Quite the opposite of what he was aiming to achieve. Ares' gaze, the same eyes that could practically shoot daggers at anyone who looked his way, continued to survey the strange character. Curiosity tugging in his mind. Their behaviours were interesting.

"What on earth are you talking about." He laughed. "God this is boring," The boy sighed. Stretching his arms above him once more, before pulling them down to crack his knuckles.

Ares turned around on his heels, and with a salute began walking in the direction in which he came. The same confident strides carrying him across the empty clearing. Far away from some of the stranger inhabitants of this facility. Without even learning the others name, Ares was off. Back doing his own thing.

"Good luck with what you're building." He called back in their direction, a laugh leaving his chest as he trailed off back towards the dorm buildings. Ares would definitely be thinking about this for a while to come. Something about her behaviour seemed familiar? Although, Ares knew he would never forget a face like that. No one else in the school wore a mask like that.