[centre][b][h1][color=firebrick]Kalinda[/color][/h1][/b]
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Kalinda was more than a little hesitant about going up to someone, and was looking for someone that wouldn’t be entirely overwhelming. She avoided those that were showing off, or seemed like too much trouble for now… and she stepped back away from a small group, one that had a girl punching a guy and then the second girl actually pressing up against him and kissing him! What was this, a school or… well, school… She shook her head, stepped back towards the gates, quite ready to run away. She forgot how… emotional teenagers could be and perhaps this was a mistake… she swallowed, stumbling back, knowing full well that her own emotions were causing her to lose what precious grip she had on her abilities. 

Which could be rather devastating, not just for the people around her, but for the structures of the school… her telekinetic abilities were rather… powerful, and high emotions made them more so. She drew in a deep breath, stumbling back some more, and didn’t see the loose stone in her path. She tripped, her arms pinwheeling as she sought to keep her balance, forgetting her ability to fly in her panic, and ended up crashing to the ground in a bone jarring thud that kept her there for a few moments. 

Embarrassed at her own clumsiness, and her inability to even consider using her powers, she looked up at the sky, still on the ground, and so became away of someone coming into the grounds, weighed down by bags and… was that a child? That was certainly something she hadn’t expected to see, a child, a young child at that, toddler age, at a school for super kids. How was a child going to work here? She was sure the school wasn’t prepared for a toddler… which was going to be interesting. For a moment, she pictured the old supers, passing the kid around like a pass the parcel, no one wanting to be holding the package when the music stopped and she couldn’t help herself.

She giggled almost uncontrollable for a few moments before realising that the mother might need a hand. Embarrassed all over again, Kalinda jumped up, now under some semblance of control as she dashed over to the woman and the child. There was no way she was going to take the kid- children, she had found, had such potent emotions-, but she’d more than happily take the bags. [color=firebrick]”Here, let me help you. I can take the bags”[/color] She offered, reaching out, she stopped realising how forward that was, [color=firebrick]”I can take them by the straps so you don’t have to shift the boy”[/color] 

Again, she seemed to backtrack a minute, a little flustered. [color=firebrick]”Oh, sorry, I’m Kalinda”[/color] She suddenly noticed the toy on the ground, and she moved to pick it up, offering a smile as she turned back to the girl.