<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Under a tree in the front lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sunspot, Domino, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Chatting with Roberto<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br/><hr/><br/>Hourglass couldn't help but have a continued blush on her face. Her freckled and rosy cheeks stood out from her otherwise fair skin. Sunspot was just so handsome and lean and nothing she had ever had the pleasure to gawk at. She had missed the ability to ogle over boys for most of her teen years and she didn't seem to know how to behave, it seemed. Most of her responses consisted of simple nods and the occasional<strong>"Mhmm"</strong>as he mentioned things that hardly required much of a response.<br/><br/>When he asked, however, what she was looking to get out of this place, she snapped herself out of it.<strong> "Well, um... I,"</strong>she began as she lowered her eyes to the grass and began to pick at it with her fingers. She plucked a blade here and there as she hesitantly responded.<strong>"I, uh... I didn't really have a great life out there. So, I'm kinda just looking for a fresh start. And friends. Definitely friends. I, uhm... I didn't have any before coming here. Well, I had some when I was like ten, but... But not more recently. I couldn't let anyone find out about me being a mutant, so... So I kinda just... I isolated myself,"</strong>she replied and chewed the inside of her cheek. She had decided to be more open to people here at this school after finding out about the pains other people had gone through as well.<strong>"My, um... My stepfather found out and he... Well... He didn't take it so well." </strong>The thought of it caused her to cross her arms over her lap and grip her own forearms, which were covered by her gloves.<br/><br/><strong>"I know there's a few others like me here. It helps to hear their stories and see how they've recovered from it. My roommate has a scar on her chest and she is just so brave. She doesn't hide it at all. I just want to get to a point where I'm that brave. But, I'm taking little steps to get there. This isn't even my shirt. I always wear long sleeves, but she insisted that I try to get more comfortable in my own skin and try some of her things on, so... So I'm working on it little by little."</strong><br/><br/>Her blue-gray eyes lifted from the grass and looked to his eyes.<strong>"Do you think I look silly? Like... With the gloves and all?"</strong>She couldn't help but feel curious what she looked like to everyone else. She wore the gloves to hide her scars, but she never stopped to think how it may look to someone else. She never questioned her bangs, though. She knew the right side of her face was hideous and she was hardly even comfortable with her friend Alison seeing it, and she had scars of her own. That would be a far bigger step than showing her defensive wounds.<br/><br/>As Domino approached, Hourglass was completely unaware of her eavesdropping. The sound of the game in front of them and her mind focused on other things prevented her from being perceptive enough to hear her footsteps in the grass. She probably would've kept her mouth shut about the whole thing if she knew that someone else was listening in.