Patricia
[unfortunately i like to arrive to school feeling refreshed ans not like i bate existence for five seconds so i mighr go to sleep soon anyways, hj]
George
Esmeralda had been putting in an effort to be more social, really.

Funnily enough, the keynote to almost her entire life was going solely under-utilized in the wake of December, the grief having struck her still, akin to a gem, lodged in a shining ring. Only gentle persuasion from friends had pulled her out of her funk - it was, after all, such a rarity for her to be left so discarded. In her own life, she remembered having her hair brushed out by dearest family members and friends, carefully applied products for her curly hair and glittery swaths of makeup swiped over her dark eyes. It had been a gift to be so treasured, so adored.

But, ultimately, gems were not just made to look pretty - and Esme finally pulled herself down to the common area more and more, and more and more often, she was in an outfit she enjoyed again, not just her sweatpants or a hoodie. They'd come to be a crucial comfort, though.

She, today, stood over the stove, humming to herself as the kettle bubbled away, almost quite ready to be poured over tea bags she'd set out in a cup. A little easy feeling rested in her chest - peace, or, something like it.
Michelle
Cameron, on the other hand, was feeling decidedly *Un*Social. Someone had stolen her goddamn yogurt again. Why? Why *Her* Yogurt, specifically? Why the fat-free, shitty yogurt that honestly tasted kind of bad? Who the fuck looked at her, and decided that *Her* Yogurt seemed like the best one to steal?

Maybe she should just stop using the fridge. But then where would she put the yogurt? An impossible problem. So she just stood there in front of the common room's fridge, looking ready to squeeze the life out of something.

Nobody stole shit in the gym back home. If you packed something, and came back for it after a set, it was *Still there.* Was that so much to ask? To have a *Tiny* Bite to eat between workouts?

Cameron was still in her workout clothes, a tank top with a pair of orange basketball shorts that gave her a very low-effort appearance. At least, it would, if her incredibly fit physique didn't imply a very high effort lifestyle. She ran a hand through her short hair, letting out something between a sigh and a growl as she looked around. The thought that maybe *She* Should steal something had crossed her mind, but not even she was enough of an ass to do that.

She'd just shut the fridge with a hearty slam, a less-than-pleased look on her face as she'd simply find a seat nearby, across from the oven. Even if there was nothing to eat, she could still just take a quick break.
Patricia
Yarimiel, not exactly a welcome sight, or an *Un*Welcome one. She just got around, and her general reputation as an angry weirdo got around fast. Most did well to avoid her, not because she was angry though, she just didn't seem to like most people very much. 

Today, she has gotten up for her first and usually *Only* Meal of the day. She squeezed past Cameron in one swift motion, and began to look in the fridge. She was of half a mind to try and say something to Cameron as a passing joke, but then she put down the idea as soon as it came up.

She found enough things in that fridge to try and make something very basic: a sandwich. Nothing fancy either, she just began to grab what *Was* Available and sort of just slammed it onto some bread.

As unsocial as Cameron felt, Yarimiel was tenfold. She did not acknowledge anyone's presence, nor did she meet their eye. Perhaps a bit of conversation would change that? But again, her rather unfriendly expression didn't invite many to conversation, yet people still find ways to speak to her like it was nothing. It was nice that they didn't care about these things, but sometimes she really did just want to go outside and have not a soul speak to her.

Her movements were slow and sluggish, as if she'd just woken up. Frankly, she has not seen either of these two around, thus she couldn't tell who they were. She figured at least one of them was new though.

Her movements and proximity allowed the two to get a better look at her, past the giant mane of hair that would usually be unwelcome in any kitchen. Her hands looked sickly and thin, of a dark, ashen color, riddled with crack-like veins underneath the almost translucent grayish skin and her nails were just black, grown out and sharpened to a point- perhaps a personal quirk. Her face, was visible as she brushed her hair out of the way, looking just as gaunt as her hands implied. Her eyes looked almost sunken, her cheeks making direct lines for her jawline. 
.

Her skin, now pale, could be seen contrasted by gigantic scars over her right eye as well as the eye bags themselves, perhaps the scars being why it was almost squinted the entire time. The other one was mostly hidden behind hair, but it could be assumed that was the main seeing eye. 

Past her appearance and few incidents though, she wasn't *That* Assuming to the less closed-minded.
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As she looked at her sandwich, it was honestly not up to par for what she usually expected of herself, but that was what was available. Frankly though, she was proud of herself for even getting out of her room today and changing clothes- let alone making the sandwich- even if the strong musty smell of *Scalp* Followed her incessantly.

```Ping me, yes.```
George
Im so sorry mates, the night shift + my midterm completely whooped me out, im gonna respond to this after i get lunch w my buddy :D]
Patricia
```Do not rush yourself.```
George
"Oh! Hello!"

Esme looked up over her shoulder, and turned fully around to face Cameron and Yarimiel as they entered (even if the smell of Yari greeted Esme before she assuredly did not), and she mustered a wave. She could place Yari from classes, but Cameron was completely new to her. 

"You must be new. I'm Esme, nice to meet you!" She called over to Cameron. She cut the gas from the stove and tilted her head at the two. Always trying to be more hospitable, she asked them, "Tea? I've got green, earl grey, and lemon."