<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/2EMDutE.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amane Marina<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallways<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Weaver<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roughly half the day had passed at this point, but then again, it was a Tuesday. Apart from homeroom, she didn't have any classes till after lunch, so she had spent the time doing paperwork. It wasn't her favorite aspect of the job exactly, but it had its perks as well. She could leave early, getting all post-class work done during the daytime, and she had permission to be administering more than one club, despite not actually doing so. At this point, she had the light musics' club to look after, but since they largely took care of themselves, it granted her some more free time, which she certainly didn't mind. She slipped by to supervise every now and then, but apart from that, she was usually busy doing other things, how relevant they were to the hourly wage could be debated, but she was satisfied with her contribution to the school.<br/><br/>Either way though, now, it was lunch break. Amidst the other teachers, it was considered a much needed time to sit down with a cup of way too dark coffee and do paperwork, though Marina had other things in mind. Since she was already done with the paperwork-aspect of the standard teacher-protocol, she was currently walking down the hallways with her share of the pitch black coffee, keeping it in a white mug with a cheap print of the British flag on the side of it, a souvenir a friend had bought along from her vacation. To be fair though, it was just damn good to hold, she didn't really care much for the "sentimental value" and all that crap. No, it was a damn good mug for the simple reason that it was good to hold.<br/><br/>With little regard to things such as "expected uniformity" and "gender-adapted clothing", Marina was dressed in a pair of gray dress pants with their respective gray suit jacket, the jacket itself hanging loosely on her shoulders, covering over a black button-up shirt that she had left as it was, not bothering to tuck it down the pants as the norm was. She had a pair of standard dress shoes on her feet as well. Many would consider her "expected uniformity" to be that she didn't have a consistent uniform though. She was of the kind who never went to a party twice in the same dress, just in this case, it was just any form of attire, and the party was paid per hour. However, few seemed to mind it, she had heard some muttering in the staff room that she should stick to more "gender-biassed clothing", but in this case, she technically was. It just wasn't biassed towards<em>her</em>gender.<br/><br/>With her phone leaving an audible pling, Marina's attention was directed away from the students that she shared a wave or two with as she passed by though. Searching through her pockets, she eventually found her phone though. Damn, how did people live with pockets? She had ditched the handbag since it didn't go very well with the suit, but this was ridiculous. She had four pockets, so naturally, her phone would be in the fourth she searched. Having just one hand to search with proved to be a rather difficult task as well, especially when you forgot you had two hands perfectly capable of holding your white mug with a print of the British flag. She eventually managed to pull it out though, checking the message quickly before putting it back, not bothering to read more than the first line. This minute distraction proved enough for her to not notice walking straight into one of her own students though. With the two being roughly just as tall, she felt her bust pressing towards the other girls' breast before she really understood the nature of what had just happened. In the end, she was more focused on saving her beloved mug, ending up having to lean almost all the way down to the floor, placing her left foot up towards the wall to save her balance as she got a hold of the cup, just inches before it'd shatter towards the floor. She had even managed to save the coffee, despite it being second priority.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry, Weaver-san, I wasn't really looking up ahead, it was my fault"</strong>Marina quickly excused, getting both feet down on the ground again, taking a correct hold of the mug again - Index, middle and ring finger inside the hook, thumb resting on top of it, and the pinky underneath it - The only right way to hold a mug.<br/><br/>As she got up again though, she quickly noticed that the transfer student looked to be a bit down. She had originally intended to slip by the classroom and see if the new student had arrived, but in the end, she felt it could wait. After all, the student would (hopefully) still be there by the time she arrived, be it a minute or ten later. It was lunch break anyways, could be he was eating lunch in the cafeteria or something. It had just been an act to make time pass really. And besides, Ryo was - in a sense - far more normal than an American transfer student was. While Erica would just have a year or so to spend in Japan, Ryo would likely have the rest of his life - Priorities had to be settled.<br/><br/><strong>"Someone's looking a bit under the weather. Care to join me for a walk?"</strong>She tried to act a bit less "stuck up", at least by Japanese definition. She felt it was probably a better approach, to just try being a bit more casual with the girl since after all, Japan put social norms such as politeness far higher than America did. Despite not being any form of psychologist, Marina had confidence in her theory. And besides, she was used to switching around her personality depending on what people expected of her, could might as well do it to make Erica lower her guard a bit - After all, talking to a teacher about personal problem wasn't always the easiest of tasks, and despite that their age was less than ten years apart, it was still a notable gap.