<div class="floatleft">(https://www.dnamodels.com/media/images/useruploaded/cache/181027_22_3.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Leena Guillen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271661#msg15271661)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Sep. 30th / 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>High Tea<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Old leather boots, jeans with a few natural tatters, a black t-shirt, and a slightly oversized black peacoat over it all<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Apprehensive<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Arrival<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Oliver<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"...jeez...not even here one day...can't take you anywhere…"</strong><br/>Despite her mumbling and nearly frantic shuffling around with her backpack, Leena was actually the most comfortable she had been all day. Concealed in the darkness under the table, closed off from everyone else around, she was in her element. She was quick and precise, as she stuffed something back away in her bag.<br/><strong>"...just try not to get us kicked out on the first day...and don't get our food all furry - Huh?"</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly her seclusion was disrupted as a broken beam of light shot in, followed by the concerned voice of someone who had noticed her strange behavior.<br/>Leena's eyes went wide as dinner plates and looked like they could have bulged right out of her head. All at once it felt like the roof was collapsing down on her. The jig was up. Whomever this was, probably a staff member who couldn't wait to find some troublemaking student, so they could get their rocks off by having them kicked out. She and Trotsky were probably going to have to go on the run if they wanted to avoid being chased down by the likes of Interpol, Scotland Yard… Animal Control!<br/>Her only saving grace being that her back was still turned to whomever the intruder was.<br/><br/>With one more quick shove and a frantic closing of her bag, Leena turned just her head, to see who was there. The look of fear leaving her eyes and being replaced by that of an animal cornered.<br/>But when she saw the boy's face, and that melted custard pudding look he was giving her, it occurred to her that this wasn't a teacher, or other staff member. This was another student, like her. Which meant he had no allegiance yet…<br/><br/>The wide eyed look of shock came back to her face, and she decided to act. The boy wouldn't even barely finish the word<em>"...help."</em>when she lunged at him. Digging her claws into the shoulders of his coat, she used her coiled position to yank him down under the table with her. She didn't stop moving for one second and she continued to pull him in against her to batter  wrap her arms around him, one pinning one of his arms against him at the elbow, the other wrapped around his shoulder so her hand could clasp tightly over his mouth.<br/>Pulling the side of his face right up against her own, smooshed in like she was trying to poke him in the eye, with her eye. There was a beat of silence before she let out a hushed<strong>"...sshhhhhh…"</strong>, her intense eye focused directly on his.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you watching me?...did somebody tell you to follow me?"</strong>she whispered right near his face.<strong>"...blink once for yes, twice for no…"</strong><br/><br/>Once he responded she would slowly let go of his mouth.<strong>"...what's your name?"</strong><br/>