[b]Karyl delle Campane[/b]

Karyl wasn't going to lie, she was in an awful mood, and every little movement betrayed it. The way the strings on her pullover hoodie were pulled tight, the way she stalked through the halls trying to find the entryway mentioned in her pamphlet, the way said pamphlet was balled up in her fist. She was certain by now that she had wandered these halls for at least ten minutes with no success so far. How big was this place anyways?

After a turn, she could see something - someone? - lying on the floor. Well then. This wouldn't do. She pushed the crumpled paper into a pocket on her shorts, stood up straighter, and put on a smile. If the person was a threat, they wouldn't see anything coming. If they weren't, she could possibly get them to help her. Smoothing out the front of her hoodie and loosening the strings, she approached the person. Looked like a guy, no one she knew, and he seemed to lack any inclination to get off the floor. He seemed to be conscious, judging by his breathing.

"Are you alright there?" Hm. Maybe a bit too overdone on the concern.

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[b]Morgan Oakley[/b]

Morgan wasn't surprised when m saw others had arrived first. After all, their little trip - heh - had that incident m doubted these others had. M shrugged - they didn't want to talk, m wasn't going to waste their time - and leaned against a pillar, taking a deck of playing cards from m's pocket and shuffling. The only trick m had at the moment, aside from the eyepatch. The girl who'd accompanied m waved and then sat in the middle of the floor, opening her violin case and taking out folded music sheets and a black pen. Huh. Maybe she couldn't talk? Well, not with a voice. She could speak in music maybe. It sounded perhaps cliched, but m liked it. People preferred the cliches anyways as long as they were done well - why m kept the card deck.

Very shortly, the doors opened again - m slowed the shuffling upon noticing the white apron. Well. Then again, the girl m had accompanied had that purple dress and m had the suit so what did m know. The mute girl waved her bow in greeting, and Morgan decided it'd be rude to not respond. 

"Welcome to Orion Academy...I suppose." Morgan shrugged, managing to avoid disrupting the flow of shuffling. "I take it you had a pamphlet too?" M nodded m's head down to the pamphlet still in the shirt pocket. he mute girl also raised her pamphlet, though hers had large print letters - English, thankfully.

[i]'Hi. I'm Octavia. Woke up in a classroom alone. Was invited as a violinist. Where are the teachers?'[/i] Morgan nodded in acknowledgement. Probably easier for her to get this all down in one message. M considered answering when m noticed the door open ever so slightly and a girl slip in, headed towards a darkened corner.

"Well, Octavia, I don't know. I get the feeling, however, there will be more of us, so pardon me for holding off on introductions."