<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/CbThKQ5.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Location</strong>: Nevermore Lunchroom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tara, Scarlet, OPEN<hr/>Nyx was starting to get that feeling that the conversation was continuing more from politeness than necessity. The new girl was cool, but they missed the track they'd been following with Tara before. Still, it would be rude to start talking about it again. Nyx huffed a bit and popped the last bit of apple past their lips before standing and gathering their trash. They glanced at the finger/snake game going on and blanched. You wouldn't catch them dead playing with snakes like that. Blind, maybe, but also possibly still poisonous.<strong>"Ok, it's been an absolute pleasure meeting you Scarlet. Tara, I'll see you around. Hope we have some other classes together and not just with Profesor McHotstuff. Cheers!"</strong><br/><br/>And with that, Nyx was off. First to the trash cans where they carefully orted their trash then the exit.<br/><hr/><strong>Location</strong>: Tuesday afternoon, library stacks<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Alundra<br/><br/>Nyx wandered along the stacks and trailed their fingers on spines, reading words and phrases here and there. They'd found the library a place where they could get away from all the gazes. Outcats or Normies: seemed that most teenagers disliked the library. They'd always found a kind of peace in them. They were always quiet, like it was some kind of law of nature, and the smell of books was slightly intoxicating. Smiling, they stopped with their fingers on a book and reread the spine<em>An Encyclopedia of Elementals and Elements</em>. A grin split their face. They ran their eyes over the five voume set and pulled down the tome for fire. Opening it to a random page, they saw a depiction of something that looked made of magma and black rocks. They read briefly of it descriptions and blanched.<em>Honeslty, who indentifies with fire? Blech</em>They replaced the volume then grabbed the water and air tomes. Tucking them against their chest, they moved along the stacks and then into the more open walkway that headed for the tables.<br/><br/>Slowly, they scanned the room and noted only one other presence. Expecting the pint-sized snowball or a girl also wanted peace and quiet, they moved to a table on the other side and sat down. Opening the wind book, they saw the first picture of a lovely woman, seemingly composed of air and blown debris, dancing in a parking lot.<em>What a queer picture!</em>They lafed through a bit then pulled the water volume to them. Before cracking that one though, they pulled out their phone and opened Spotify. Selecting a playlist of that contained a LOT of My Chemical Romance and White Stripes music, they hit play.<br/><br/>They immediately hit pause and looked up in embarrassment as the first notes of "Welcome to the Black Parade" blared into the quiet space. Blush turning their face crimson, they also felt their bangs growing to cover more of their face. It occured to them they had not brought the bluetooth set but the wired set today. They ducked their head in apology again as they fished in their bag for the bulkier, high quality sound headphones. They held them up as evidence of their honest mistake. It wasn't like those note had been truly loud as much as loud in the space. They grinned uneasily and moved to put the headphones on.