[color=orange][b][i]Mirage[/i][/b]
Location: Dorm hallways
Interacting with: Alisa [@canaryrose][/color]

[color=orange]“Okay. New people. You can do this. Again.”[/color] Kassandra stared into the mirror on her bedroom wall. It had taken her some time to settle in on Mount Justice. The shy Atlantean girl felt like the others didn’t really like her. It had been about a week and she still felt uncomfortable. There was a small voice in her head that told her that she didn’t belong. No one knew about it. Most days she listened to this little voice, a nagging, irritating, constant "friend" in the back of her brain. It wasn’t like Casper’s little bird. No, this was something far more personal.

[color=orange]“Maybe you can actually make a friend.[/color]” And who would want to be her friend, exactly? She was sure the others were just like Zachary. Schools of admirers and followers. People who really liked them. Nothing like her. Outside of this team and a set few in Atlantis, no one knew who she was, or cared to know. She was just the weird fat girl. 

With a soft sigh, she smoothed her flowered dress and did some vague primping before stepping out her door, barefoot. The tour was probably over by now, so she could hopefully get around without running into the entire group. That would probably be far too much for her.

While she walked, she murmured to herself, practicing some greetings. [color=orange]“Hello, I’m Kassandra. Hi, I’m Kassy. What’s up, I’m Mirage, like and subscribe – no, I’m not even going to bother with that one...”[/color] Trepidation hit her halfway down the hall and she considered turning right back around. Inhaling slow, she did change directions, but for a different reason. She knocked, very softly, on another door.

[color=orange]“Hey. Um. Alisa? If you’re in there… you feel like going to meet the new people?”[/color] She was very much prepared for a negative answer, or barring that, silence.