[center] [img]http://i67.tinypic.com/2qb8wgw.png[/img] [img]http://i68.tinypic.com/33p7a8k.png[/img] [img]http://i67.tinypic.com/2njvpci.png[/img] [h2][color=a2d9ce]Callan[/color] | [color=662d91]Kusari[/color] | [color=ff57ff]Siena[/color] [/h2] [hr][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. 𝟘𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / π•Šπ•¦π•šπ•₯𝕖 πŸœπŸ›πŸ˜ / / πŸ˜πŸ‘πŸ™πŸ[/color][hr] [sub]Collab with [@PiercingLight][@Baklava][@PapiTan][/sub][/center] The door slammed shut behind her as Callan stormed through the suite towards the bathroom, slightly out of breath from the sprint over. Having spent most of her waking hours either organizing the tabs in a multitude of books or working on tests, Siena was eager to hear someone returning to the suite. A brief moment of excitement ran up the girl's spine as slate eyes caught sight of tell-tale aquamarine h--[i]what the actual fuck?![/i] "[color=ff57ff]O-Oh my god, Callan?![/color]" In place of the greeting that she should have given, the brunette was left with wide eyes and an expression of mild terror. Was Callan okay? The girl had been healed before, hadn't she? [i]Wasn't everyone healed?[/i] It occurred to Siena that she hadn't seen her roommate since the night before--had she been bleeding the whole night? Questions fired off like a belt-fed machine gun, each trying to force its way out of her mouth, but failing. "[color=ff57ff]I--you--I...are you alright?[/color]" Because somehow [i]that[/i] was the best question to ask when the person in question was both covered in blood and looking...not really okay. At all. Callan flinched at Siena's reaction. Shit, of course she forgot all about her other roommate. Despite her best effort, she couldn't muster any semblance of a comforting tone or smile. "[color=a2d9ce]Yeah,[/color]" she answered unconvincingly, disappearing into the bathroom and turning on the facet. She lost herself in the red spiral that circled the drain as Kusari's blood ran down her wrist and off of her finger tips. Yesterday she'd snapped at Grant. Today she'd snapped again-- at [i]Marcus[/i]. The one person who had gone out of his way to do nothing but help her so far. She sniffed and wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve. A flinch told Siena that she might have been going a little too strong on the "panicked roommate" reaction, even moreso when Callan gave a one-word response--[i]she's not okay. What would Maya do?[/i]--and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water followed soon a cue that Callan was washing up. Hesitation surged through Siena's mind for a moment before the brunette regained herself...just in time to hear the faintest sound of a...sniff? Concern welled up, paired with an oddly maternal instinct that likely came from a character drawn from when her powers had first surfaced. Softly, Siena knocked on the open door to attract her roommate's attention. "[color=ff57ff]Cal...? If you need anything or someone to talk to, you can always let me know...[/color]" An awkward, clumsy smile crossed Siena's lips. "[color=ff57ff]It sucks being hurt alone, right?[/color]" She didn't respond at first. Turning off the facet, she snatched her towel off of the counter. "[color=a2d9ce]I'm not hurt,[/color]" Callan answered, turning to face her. As she finished drying off, Cal made sure Siena could see her hand-- free from injury. She figured the message was clear. No blood after washing off--she was injury free. Physically, at least. Somehow, that didn't make Siena feel better. "[color=ff57ff]I...I'm glad you're not injured, but...[/color]" But there was probably something more. Familiarity blanketed the brunette at the thought. Not the first time she'd felt it, and it probably wouldn't be the last. "[color=ff57ff]Well, if you want to talk about it, I'll be here. O-only if you want to though.[/color]" The way she lingered in the doorway-- Callan could tell Siena wanted to know what happened, but... if she told her, would that make things worse? She leaned back against the sink, crossing her arms and sighing harshly. "[color=a2d9ce]Someone asked me to spar with them at the track,[/color]" she said, then quickly added, "[color=a2d9ce]Nobody died... or got injured... but... it didn't end well.[/color]" With each phrase of her sentence, her voice was reduced to more of a mumble. She didn't know how to explain what she was feeling and she didn't want to try. "[color=a2d9ce]I don't really want to talk about it,[/color]" she muttered. "[color=ff57ff]Don't worry. You don't have to tell me.[/color]" Siena's natural drive to [i]know[/i] screamed in protest, but she quieted it with brute force. Nobody was injured, and yet there was blood. Odd, enough to utter the phrase 'curioser and curioser' in context, but not enough to force anything. [i]My problem, not hers.[/i] Instead, Siena stepped back and away, clearing the path for Callan. "[color=ff57ff]I'll probably head into town later today. If you think of anything you need, I'll leave my number on your desk.[/color]" A pause. "[color=ff57ff]It might not mean much coming from me, but...I hope you feel better.[/color]" "[color=a2d9ce]Thanks,[/color]" she replied with a genuinely apologetic smile. Fishing around in her pocket for her iPod and headphones, she made her way to the couch. She inwardly groaned, remembering again that she had left her bag-- and by extension, her iPad-- back at the track. She'd have to go pick that up sometime. Maybe later tonight. Keeping out of Callan's path, Siena watched as the older girl moved to collapse on the couch, headphones on and eyes gazing at the ceiling. With a soft sigh, the brunette settled back to her place, snapping her laptop shut to return to flagging her books. [center][hr][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. 𝟘𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / π•Šπ•¦π•šπ•₯𝕖 πŸœπŸ›πŸ˜ / / 𝟘𝟑𝟜𝟘[/color][hr][/center] Kusari knocked on the door to Callan's room. Of course she had no idea for sure if it was Callan's room, she had simply decided to knock on every door until she got the right one. This resulted in a few people opening the door ready to argue, but apparently a strange albino woman with a monster leg was a universal sign to suddenly turn polite. A knock at the door brought Siena's attention back to reality. Marcus, perhaps? The girl opened the door to see...not Marcus. An albino girl with...a monster leg. And a torn, bloody shirt. This blood thing was becoming a common trend on visitors and inhabitants of the suite, wasn't it? One blink. Two. "[color=ff57ff]Um...h-hello, can I help you?[/color]" A pause. "[color=ff57ff]Is...is that your blood?[/color]" Kusari looked down at the girl that opened the door, she recognized her as one of the fellow students that had just gone through hell yesterday. Her eyes glanced down to her shirt, then back to the girl. [color=662d91]"Yeah it's mine, bleeding is becoming pretty normal for me though so don't worry about it. I'm Kusari by the way..."[/color] She said, peering into the room. [color=662d91]"Ah, there she is."[/color] She said, spotting Callan laying on a couch. Kusari let herself in, revealing that there was an identical hole on the back of her shirt as well as she walked past Siena. Kusari dropped the bag next to Callan, and peered over her, replacing her view a ceiling with a Kusari. [color=662d91]"I can't believe you ran off like that, that's no way to answer someone when they ask you out on a date."[/color] "[color=ff57ff]Ah...[/color]" Siena didn't have much time to think before Kusari stepped into the room, heading directly for Callan. A pause. The brunette turned to watch the pale girl, only to see a hole in the back of her shirt to match the first. [i]Okay[/i]. Maybe she didn't really want to know. Well...if Kusari needed to talk to Callan, then...maybe it was best to...go? Siena moved back to her desk, scrawled a note with her number, then left it on the desk before snagging her usual purse and a jacket--[i]one that hadn't seen battle, thanks[/i]--and walking to the door. One awkward wave later, and Siena gently shut the door behind her. Clearly those two had things to talk about among themselves...probably. Her music was cranked so loud, she hadn't even heard the knock at the door. Her pensive expression warped into one of sheer confusion as a pair of crimson eyes suddenly loomed over her. She pulled her buds out and listened to what Kusari had to say, sitting up and continuing to stare for a moment before looking down at the bloody hole in her shirt and glancing away. "[color=a2d9ce]You some sort of masochist or something?[/color] she scoffed, trying to play it cool, though her cheeks were suddenly feeling quite warm. So... that hadn't been a joke? Kusari crossed her arms and tightened her lips. [color=662d91]"I'm more of an S actually, if you must know."[/color] She leaned down beside the couch so that she was at eye level with Callan. [color=662d91]"Can't blame you if you couldn't take it seriously back there. I honestly just blurted it out without thinking. It was just the first thing that came to my mind, had to say something to get you to stop crying."[/color] Kusari grumbled and ruffled her hair, her eyes looking across the dorm room for a moment. [color=662d91]"That's not to say I didn't mean it, I thought you looked cute so I just said it."[/color] Kusari said, looking back to Callan. She let out a contemplative 'hmm.' [color=662d91]"But I get the feeling that's not all that's bothering you, I really am alright you know? Doesn't even hurt anymore. Honestly, you and that guy were fighting over nothing."[/color] Callan maintained a steady gaze up until the word 'cute' entered the conversation. Her cheeks were absolutely on fire now. She wasn't usually on the receiving end of such compliments. She felt a churning mixture of unidentified feelings as Marcus was then mentioned. Callan slid her legs off the couch, making room for Kusari to sit down if she wanted. Looking back at her she nodded slowly. "[color=a2d9ce]When you said you'd just heal it up, I should've asked more questions,[/color]" she sighed, glancing at the blood on her T shirt one last time, "[color=a2d9ce]I shouldn't have just assumed you'd be okay, even if you are right now.[/color]" She ran her fingers over her knuckles and smiled wistfully, dropping her eyes to her knees, "[color=a2d9ce]I shouldn't be going around punching whoever asks me to. I should have known better. I knew there was a chance you wouldn't be alright, but I ignored it.... I took that chance. I don't know. I guess... I just went ahead and trusted you?[/color]" Kusari sat down beside Callan as she made room for her. She rested her elbow on her leg and smushed her cheek against her hand, looking at Callan as she spoke. [color=662d91]"You trusted me and what, you regret it? Like I told you, nothing you can do will kill me."[/color] There was no irritation in her voice, in spite of the words she was saying. She noticed Callan running her fingers over her knuckles, It made her take a glance at her right leg. It was obvious, but everyone here had their own problems. [color=662d91]"You've never hit anyone like that before, have you?"[/color] Kusari moved her hand from her face and leaned back onto the couch. [color=662d91]"I guess I hadn't thought of that before asking you to fight me... My bad. But you know, eventually you'll have to use those fists to kill someone, I doubt the only thing we'll ever be fighting is monsters."[/color] "[color=a2d9ce]Heh,[/color]" Cal forced a laugh, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table and shoving her hands into her pockets as she leaned back as well, "[color=a2d9ce]Of course the one who gets superhuman strength doesn't know anything about fighting.[/color]" Just like how the guy with the healing blood seemed to have the least of it-- and the second frailest looking person was given powers so they couldn't die. She glanced sideways at Kusari, reassessing the girl beside her now that she was taking the question seriously. She'd noticed right away how tall and lithe she was back at the track-- like an underfed alley cat-- but wow. On top of being pale, she really was thin. Her face burned on. [color=a2d9ce][i]God, I'm glad I'm black,[/i][/color] she prayed inwardly. She'd never been with... someone like Kusari... before. Hell, she'd never been with anyone before. Her mind was running away without her. She cleared her throat and looked away quickly, "[color=a2d9ce]I, uh... saw a Chinese Buffet in town. Five star reviews on Yelp....[/color]" [color=662d91]"Yelp?..."[/color] Kusari raised a brow, not knowing what that was but assuming it was some sort of online review website. She rarely got the chance to use the internet, she couldn't afford it after all. Even her phone was a cheap disposable with loaded minutes. [color=662d91]"Right, wherever you want to go is fine. As long as it isn't some hipster vegan garbage."[/color] Callan scoffed. "[color=a2d9ce]Please-- do I look like I'm on a vegan diet?[/color]" she joked. [color=662d91]"Just making sure."[/color] Kusari said with a smile. This was probably the first time she'd smiled genuinely since arriving here. That fact made her feel uneasy somehow, she stood up and pulled her student ID out. [color=662d91]"Five hundred dollars a month is still pretty crazy to me, I can't remember the last time I've even had this much money."[/color] She said, then shoving the card back into her pants. Seeing her bloody shirt made her realize that she wasn't exactly dressed for a date. Now that she thought about it, was she even attractive to Callan? She hadn't turned her down so that was a good sign, but it was possible she was just being nice. After all, she didn't exactly have primo assets. Her gross leg wasn't helping either. [color=662d91]"Um... Meet me at the campus entrance. I have to go put something more respectable on."[/color] Callan stood up with Kusari, already picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She could feel an audible growl rising from the empty depths of her stomach-- how long had it been since she last ate? Almost four hours now? And she was pretty sure it'd only been some jerky and a banana. She barely managed to speak over the sound before it surfaced. "[color=a2d9ce]Uh,[/color]" Callan sighed with a slight frown, "[color=a2d9ce]Wanna just borrow something and we'll go? Sorry-- I'm kinda starving and I haven't stocked my fridge with snacks yet.[/color]" She tried not to look as impatient as she felt. "[color=a2d9ce]You could wash up here if you want,[/color]" she added as an after thought, "[color=a2d9ce]My roommate's got this super fancy soap....[/color]" Kusari was about to open the door and leave when Callan stopped her. [color=662d91]"Well, if you insist."[/color] Kusari mocked reluctance, the truth was that she likely didn't have anything good to wear, she still hadn't gotten any new clothes after all. [color=662d91]"Pick something you'd like to see me in, alright?"[/color] She teased Callan as she entered the bathroom. "[color=a2d9ce]Don't get your hopes up-- my selection isn't exactly Vera Wang,[/color]" Callan quipped, idly wondering if someone who didn't seem to know what Yelp was would even get that reference as she made her way over to the duffel bag by her bed. Kusari washed as quickly as she could, knowing Callan wanted to leave as soon as possible. She didn't quite know what to do with the ruined shirt. Keeping it as a keepsake would be in bad taste, wouldn't it? She tossed it into the waste bin, and walked back out to the main room in her pants and bra. [color=662d91]"This soap smells like privilege... So, what have you got for me?"[/color] "[color=a2d9ce]Pretty great, right?[/color]" Callan chuckled, tossing her a black and white shirt, "[color=a2d9ce]You can keep that if you want. I ordered it online and it's never really fit. Hopefully you won't be drowning in it... b-because I'm a fatass.[/color]" Callan smiled and laughed as she tacked on the self-deprecating joke, hoping she hadn't offended Kusari by mentioning her weight... or lack thereof. She wasn't quite comfortable enough to ask whether or not it was an eating disorder that made her that way. The fact that she didn't like vegan shit and was gawking at a $500 monthly spending allowance (which was decent, to be fair), almost seemed to suggest otherwise. Kusari caught the shirt, and noted that Callan wasn't fazed by her standing there with no shirt on. Maybe her gaydar was broken. As she was about to unfold the shirt she heard make a joke at her own expense, she didn't find it very funny. She hardly ever found self-deprecation funny. [color=662d91]"Some people like a fat ass Callan..."[/color] She calmly said, then unfolding the shirt. She was met with the image of a slice of pepperoni pizza, with words in bold that read 'I'll give you a pizza my mind.' She looked up at Callan with a blank expression. [color=662d91]"I'll just take this as punishment for my sins."[/color] She muttered, slipping the shirt on. [color=662d91]"Shall we go?"[/color]