<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/MaplePortrait1.png)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Maple MacAlistair<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Run awaaaaay~<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Refectory/the hallway outside<br/><strong>When:</strong>Breakfast<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Clicky link! (http://www.polyvore.com/frogrun/set?id=217844701)<br/><hr/><br/>Maple 'hmmmmm's thoughtfully as she fixes her gaze on Min-joon's retreating figure, her expression going distant and a bit unfocused as her mind slips into the receptive state Rev. Foley usually called the 'artistic eye' when hey were in class. Faint swirls of color blossomed around him like ink in water, but they lacked the fluid movement auras usually had. She focused, corners of her mouth turning down in a slight frown as she forced her perception past his shields.<br/><br/>"Yeah something's...weird," she mumbles, only half listening to the conversation going on around her. "I mean I talked to him when he first transferred in and he sort of gave me the creeps but this is...worse? Different? Both? It's like...like..."<br/><br/>It's like the difference between a drawing referenced from life and one drawn from a photo. A lack of depth, a falseness, a classmate stepping into her frame of vision and suddenly derailing her train of thought.<br/><br/>"Oh, hi Lara," Maple says distractedly. She glances over at Reverend Foley's quickly disappearing breakfast and then down at her own mostly empty plate. "I'm...gonna go see if Ken's okay. See you guys in class, or at lunch, or whatever~"<br/><br/>Without giving anyone time to call out the fact that she's obviously running off to further snoop on Min-joon Maple hops to her feet, pops her last strawberry in her mouth and hurries off after them.