<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, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awkward meeting 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/><strong>"Salem? Um... Not really. I mean, she showed me to my dorm, but she was pretty busy, it seemed. I kinda just figured things out for myself. Still kinda get lost sometimes, but it is a big mansion. I'm used to just walking from home to the bus stop and from the bus stop to school or the library. I never really had to memorize a more than that,"</strong>she admitted, knowing it probably sounded extremely boring. Here she was, a supposedly pretty girl who had no life prior to coming to this school. She didn't go out to the mall or to a park or the movies. All she did was go to school and go to the library; It was not something someone her age typically did.<br/><br/>Hourglass didn't get a tour or a welcoming party or anything. She preferred it that way, to be honest. Her first day, all she had wanted to do was stay in her dorm and get herself situated to this new life. And when her roommate had returned, she left to find the library so she could be alone. All of this was new to her. She was surrounded by people she didn't know and it was nerve-wracking. She didn't know how to act.<br/><br/><strong>"Football?"</strong>she mumbled quietly to herself, not realizing she was thinking aloud.<strong>"Oh, I don't think I'd be any good. I don't think I'd have the coordination," </strong>she replied, politely declining his offer. Or, at least she thought she was declining his offer. In reality, it may have just seemed that she was leaving it open for him to offer to help her with her coordination. Hourglass was actually a pretty good runner and didn't tire easily, having missed the bus on so many occasions that she had to run home to make sure she wasn't too late. But her coordination wasn't something she ever worked on. Who needed to think ahead when they could rewind time?<br/><br/>She seemed to be getting a little more comfortable with him beside her as he distracted her with conversation. She even reclined back against the tree and let her sketchpad rest against her thighs. Her breasts weren't large by any means, but they were perky.