<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>Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>"...it doesn't matter if you don't want to go, Leena…"</em><br/><strong><em>"Of course not! What I want never matters!!"</em></strong><br/><em>"...and it doesn't matter if you hate me…"</em><br/><strong><em>"Yeah! Because now you can just have the house all to yourself, so you can bring your boyfriend over every night!!"</em></strong><br/><em>"Leena, one day you'll see what a privilege this is. You'll appreciate that nobody else in your family has ever even thought of going to college, while you get to go for free!"</em><br/><strong><em>"I don't want to go AT ALL!"</em></strong><br/><em>"Oh you're going to go… and you're not bringing that raccoon with you, either!"</em><br/><strong><em>"Oh sure, I'll leave my only friend in the world with you, so you can kill him and skin him THE MINUTE I'M GONE!!!"</em></strong><br/><br/>That last conversation with her sister had ended with Leena slamming her bedroom door so hard the hinges had loosened a little. The entire next morning Leena was silent. Not saying so much as one word to her older sister as she stuffed her duffle bag into the back seat of their old Honda Civic, and sat next to it, clutching her only other bag; a backpack that looked like it was prepped for an overnight campout, sleeping bag included, clutched to her chest. She kept her face sunk down into the top of the bag, only looking up to give her sister the evil eye in the rearview mirror.<br/>As soon as they arrived at the airport, Leena was out of the car without so much as a goodbye and pushing her way through security before Maria could so much as get out of the car. All the while she barely so much as lifted her face out of the top of her bag. Everyone in the airport just wondered what could be so bad to make the young woman pout like that the whole flight.<br/><br/>The train ride was roughly the same. Hour after hour, sights wonderous to see for the young island girl, flew by her window. Cities and towns like from storybooks, the likes of which Leena had never seen, and the whole time her face stayed buried in her backpack… except for those five hours she fell asleep. Not even the other excited students or the lines of sharply dressed chauffeurs waiting to take them to the castle, was enough to draw the pouting girl out of her bag. She wouldn't have even been aware if someone had tried to greet her on the ride from the train station, or if she did, she ignored them. Choosing instead to remain in her backpack.<br/><br/>Though there was one thing she was vocal about. The moment any of the helpful servants offered to take any of her bags for her, she jerked away from them. Even offering a friendly<strong>"Get away from me!"</strong>But at least she came up with a clever excuse to politely dissuade any of their interest in trying to help her again,<strong>"...I have a terrible staph infection, and it's all over my bags! Go ahead and touch them, if you want to end up in the hospital…"</strong>which actually got her a seat to herself in the back of the van as well, so it had worked on multiple levels.<br/><br/>Having arrived at the castle, with her duffel bag still strapped to her back and her backpack still hugged to her chest, she stepped carefully and wide eyed through the grand entryway. Her eyes wide and cast up over the beauty of the artwork and the high vaulted ceilings. Leena had never been in a place this big before. It reminded her of one of those old, gothic cathedrals that you saw in books and movies, which was vastly different than the little, prefab building, her mom and sister had dragged her to for church, when she was young. In a place like this, it was hard not to feel small…<br/><br/>Following the directions of several servants, Leena continued to hug her bag and wandered to the great hall, where everyone was supposed to have something called "high tea". Which to Leena meant there must have been drugs in it or something. And she was in no particular hurry to get messed up on her first night in such a strange place. However it was hard to deny the growling in her stomach when she saw the tables lined with plates and plates fancy looking little sandwiches and other finger foods.<br/><br/>Still wagging her bags with her like some kind of homeless person at a soup kitchen, Leena ran for the first table covered with food she could find. Grabbing up one of the finger sandwiches, she took a small, experimental bite...before stuffing the rest of the delectable snack into her mouth. Followed by another, and another! By the time the headmaster grabbed everyone's attention, her cheeks were stuffed full of sandwiches like she was a squirrel getting ready for winter.<br/>Chewing and swallowing as she watched the man speak, her eyes were locked on him and his almost cartoonish style of speech. She had to wonder if everyone in this country typically acted like that… and if anyone would notice that she was pushing handfuls of the little sandwiches and cakes into the front flap of her backpack.<br/><br/>When the man, Dr. Boussard, finished speaking, Leena was stuffing another tiny sandwich into her mouth before commenting through the half chewed food<strong>"...I get the feeling this guy likes to hear himself talk, huh?.....huh?!"</strong><br/>All at once she stuck her head down in the open flap, then immediately hugged the bag to her chest as she lifted her head to look around wide eyed. The expression on her face like someone had just seen her underpants through a rip in her jeans. Then she ducked down low, looking from side to side, before frantically shuffling herself and her two bags underneath the table she had been standing at. Disappearing under the crisp, white, tablecloth.