[center][sub][h3]Sierra Hilton[/h3][/sub][hr][/center]

[i]“It’s my dad. He thinks they’re cool, like Spike, but I like the longnecks.... Can you put it back? I’m sticky.”

"He never told his name so until he does, I'm going to call him 'Dominik'. Because he looks like a Dominik. I'm sorry if that offends you, 'Dominik'."[/i]

Sierra hummed in response. The Land Before Time was something she had missed the bus on, having been born in 2005. But she at least knew the reference. She also knew it was beloved by many and it was probably not the best idea to bring up Ducky. She wordlessly got up to return the plus to its original resting place. She handled it with care- it was someone else's after all, but the meaning behind it earned its 'handle with care'. She and her own dad used to have their own inside jokes and sentimental items. Her favorite, for a long time, had been an arrowhead that they had found together while hiking well over a decade ago. There was something about it that sparked a fascination with history- and hearing her father tell her so much about the tribes that used to inhabit the region and how many he had found stoked the flame that much more.

Her powers had developed not too long after that, and then her relationships with most people disintegrated. The arrowhead, along with other mementos, were left in a small box in her mother's house back in Montreal. It was better that way.

"I'm not sure what you mean." said another instance of Sierra, whom piped up from a few dozen feet away. It took her a moment to realize she was talking to Ariel. "He introduced himself just fine! Nice to meet you, [color=deb887][i]Sticky[/i][/color]."


It was a bad dad joke and she knew it, but she had a smile on her face and her tone was lighthearted. Sufficiently disarming, she hoped, that it wouldnt be misconstrued as a dig. She decided to lean into her twin's antics. She exchanged a brief look with her twin, who winked to her.

[i]Name[/i]

[sub][sup][h3][b][color=black]   [sub]"My name is Sierra."[/sub][/color]
[color=lightgray][sub]"My name is Sierra."[/sub][/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub]

They both spoke as one, their voices pitch perfect with one another, and raised a hand to shake. The one in front of Lucas realizing her folly quickly and giggling as she lowered it, since he was, indeed, sticky. "It's nice to meet you. What- uh," her eyes dashed to her twin for support but found herself more focused on Ariel. No matter. "What brings you to this school?"

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[i]“Yeah. Used to go camping outside of LA as a kid. I mean the tents didn’t do that but it wasn’t bad. I’m sorry—Whoops. Sorry! I thought you were a hologram or something. So, what’s your name? I’m Coop... Nature’s napkin? That’s very hot of me, I know.”[/i]

"Camping in LA, huh? You look pretty good for being homeless." Sierra said, a wry smile breaking out across her face as Cooper patted her. "Don't sweat it, it's not the first time. Wouldn't be the last. Could be here all night if I told you all the... [i]interesting[/i] responses I've gotten out of it."

Sierra leaned against the tree the young man used as a makeshift napkin, and raised her eyebrow at his antics. Better than her first time out at least- she managed to give herself a nasty rash after interacting with a certain plant that she shouldn't have been touching in the first place. As he extended his greasy, leafy hand, she envied how unabashedly 'himself' this boy was. Most of her life she had been trying to further herself just to pass the time in the day or to make herself seem better for others. Namely her family. Meanwhile this man shows up with a goofy smile and greasy hands and she's already sold? What she would give to have that kind of charisma.

Sierra looked down at his hand, and then up at him again. Time to be brave.

Sierra lifted one of her hands to her face and spat in her palm, and shook his. "Sierra." she said, leaning in without letting go. She looked at him intensely for a moment. Stormy gray, like distant rolling thunderous skies right after a good rain. "You have pretty eyes." she said simply, then took a bite of his pizza and leaned away, proud of herself. Inside, her heart was thumping against her chest even if she was managing to reign herself in. "Nice to meet you, Coop. What do you do? How'd you get here?"


[hr] [@Lawful Newtral], [@psych0pomp]. [@Nemaisare]