<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>Art Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 11th, 11:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making a new friend<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6a/f9/88/6af988d66f556e409cc8b9d3fe26a0f1.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Hourglass couldn't help but smile when Rahne decided to accept the use of her chosen name. The thought of eventually losing her old name and her old life was something that was beyond describable. It made her stand a little taller, which didn't help much, considering she was still short. Her eyebrow raised at hearing Rahne's ability. It was interesting, but she could see why Rahne didn't particularly like it; She probably went through a lot of clothes due to it.<strong> "Mine's nothing to brag about either. I don't really have a lot of control over it. I have days that repeat themselves over and over and over. I can't change anything that happens within them, though. It gets very annoying at times and other times it gets very painful. It's like being trapped, unable to move, and just watching and feeling everything again and again until my brain decides I've had enough. Luckily, it's only happened to me once since coming here and only repeated twice."</strong>She didn't know why she felt the urge to share that information with Rahne, considering they were just meeting for the first time. Maybe it was the fact that Rahne didn't seem to like her own mutation, so Hourglass wanted to let her know that she wasn't the only one.<br/><br/>As Rahne cautiously handed over her sketchpad, Hourglass exchanged it with her own and waited a moment to make sure Rahne was alright with her looking through it, giving her a chance to change her mind if she wanted to. When she didn't change her mind, Hourglass opened to the first page and began looking through the charcoal drawings. She was careful to only grab a small bit of corner to turn the page so she wouldn't mess anything up.<strong>"These are amazing. I've tried charcoal and it's tricky. I always ended up smearing everything,"</strong>she admitted before lifting the paper closer to her face to look at the amount of detail she put into her work.<strong> "You are really amazing at this,"</strong>she mentioned before turning the page and giving the next drawing just as much focus.<br/><br/>Her own sketchpad was filled with drawings of people, but they were a bit abstract at times. She used a wide variety of colored pens to draw a somewhat psychedelic world. There was a drawing of her own roommate, Blackout, a soccer game that had a shirtless Roberto in it, and other students and teachers that she had spied on during the first week of her being here.<br/><br/>Once getting through Rahne's sketchpad, she closed it carefully and handed it back with a smile.<strong> "You're very good. How long have you been drawing?"</strong>she asked, curious how long it took Rahne to perfect her work. She seemed to have put a lot of time and attention into it, considering the amount of detail there was in each piece.