[COLOR=darkred][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]T a v i a  W o n g[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Social Conscience | [i]Mather Memorial High School[/i][/sup][/INDENT]
[i][color=salmon]He's a tad crabbit, ain't he?[/color][/i] Tavia sulked to herself, back in her seat after Lehrer told her off all polite-like. Wanted a bit much from them, though, for a class none of them wanted. He was all twinkly eyed and shit, too. Ain't any of them here to be his HP to his Dumbledore, nuh-uh. She bounced her leg as she waited for him to get on with it. He clearly had a point he was trying to get them all to.

She stopped paying attention after he stopped talking to that Ross girl or some other. Yawning, she laid her head down on her desk and closed her eyes for a bit. Not napping, just a bit of a doze. Even that wasn't possible as she looked up when the door creaked and frowned when Lehrer started talking about microcosms and society. What kind of intro project was this supposed to be anyhow? Felt more like some sort of punny eccy than anything. It was like writing words on the board back in primary after she pissed of that teacher again. The very memory of those wasted hours of her life made her grimace. But anyway, how'd he want her to talk rumors if she didn't even talk with anyone who heard this sorta shite?

Tavia watched the room group together quickly when Lehrer stopped talking. Were these school types always so quick to split? She'd thought it was just a history thing, but apparently it wasn't. She stretched languidly as she stood up to head over to Brynn. Ey, a gal's gotta take the easiest outs she can and Brynn was the only pal she had in that room. She blinked when she stopped popping her fingers and saw some overdressed bampot next to her. He was dressed like it was baltic outside, the lil daftie. He said something about joining up with each other, but most of her thoughts were on the fact she had no clue who this guy was.

If she didn't even have an inkling about who some guy dressed like an Eskimo during summer was, how the hell was she gonna fare with other people? Honestly, load of rubbish, this.

[color=salmon]"Sorry, mate."[/color] She shrugged a wee bit and nodded her head towards Brynn and her group. [color=salmon]"I'm joinin' up with them there."[/color] Pausing because she'd assumed that was the end of that, she realized how rude it sounded and how that moment of silence between them wasn't great. Scrambling internally to say something to make up for it, she said, [color=salmon]"Wanna come with, though? Sure we got room for you,"[/color] she said. It wasn't the best thing she could've said, but it was the only one she meant with this guy acting awks and looking sad.

Heading over to the little cluster of desks, Tavia grabbed a chair over to Brynn and sat backwards in it. It might've been hitching up but she didn't care, the thing was long and gauzy, not some tight mini cloth. She leaned forward and wiggled her fingers at Brynn in hello before saying, [color=salmon]"Hope you don't mind if I join you. I brought a pal."[/color] She waved behind her at... what's his face. [color=salmon]"Gotta tell though, I haven't much to say about any of you. Don't bother much with talking about people around here."[/color]

Folding her arms over the top of the chair, she relaxed and let her posture do the same. Brynn, she knew. Knew well enough anyway. But the rest of them were blanks. Eyeing up their clothes, Tavia could at least be glad none of them looked like they were dressed by some plastered dobber. Not even the chilly one back somewhere.

Mm, wait. No. She eyed them up for real, this time. The girl was still an unkown, but probably some preppy type if her clothes meant anything. The guy though, she was pretty sure she'd seen him somewhere before. Snapping her fingers, she pointed at him and said, [color=salmon]"Never mind, I do know you. You're friends with some of my theater buddies. Don't remember your name, though, you mostly hung out with the actor kids."[/color] Tavia then shrugged and leaned back into her arms again. She only knew him by proxy, not by rumors though so that bit of info probably didn't count towards anything. She knew she should've just left when she had the chance to.