[center][h1][color=steelblue]Selassie Hansen[/color][/h1] 
[color=steelblue]Location:[/color] Callaway Hall 4A
[color=steelblue]Interacting with:[/color]  Carmina Baltazar [@Viciousmarrow], Pippa Montgomery [@Harley Q], Elena Constantin [@Ultimate Spidey] and Lindsay Johnson [@alexfangtalon] 
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Selassies eyes fluttered open, the words [i]party[/i] and [i]art[/i] being the only things she caught from the conversation. Hurriedly, she turned over on her stomach, gazing down at the others and finally at the brunette who already had her eyes fixated on Salie. [color=steelblue]"Were you speaking to me?" [/color] She questioned, her shaped eyebrows furrowing at the other girl whilst her mouth twitched upwards invitingly. [color=steelblue] "I heard something about a party and art... and those happen to be two of my favourite things." [/color] She usually wasn't this talkative and outgoing when it came to strangers, but something about this girls inquisitive gaze had a small flutter of trust rising in her chest.

Without waiting for a response, she carefully manouevered herself out of her laying position and down the ladder. Her fear had subsided somewhat, but she was still going to take all precautions necessary in order to stay alive. Relief was rushing through her at the idea of having some sort of escape. Alcohol and Salienw went hand in hand, but they were an explosive combination nevertheless. 

[color=steelblue] "Let me just change out of these crappy clothes and I'll be ready in literally, like, a second. [/color]" She gestured towards her ensemble of a plain black top and grey sweatpants. Although they were comfortable enough for the travel to the school, she didn't want to look like a slob in public. At least [i]not yet[/i]. She leaned back over to her suitcase, she unzipped it once more cermoniously, rummaging her hand around in its depths. She tilted her face up towards the ceiling, her mouth pursed in concentration until her palm hit the familiar material of her favourite chiffon vest top. She extracted it, leaning back with a sigh before proceeding to pull off her plain black v-neck. She held the other garment infront of her to conceal her bare body. Although she may not fear these girls, it didn't mean she was [i]that[/i] comfortable yet. Once swathed in her favourite top, the fabric encasing her like a comforting hug, she glanced up at the girl again. Selassie smiled, hoping that it would come across more like a comfortable grin than a grimace.

[color=steelblue]"My names Selassie, I don't think I got yours?"[/color]