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Angelica Casey
Angelica had been aware of the boy's movement after he had finished his reading, but thought nothing of it until he started speaking. She had not expected him to address her at any point during their time at the cafe together, and questioned the situation in her head for a brief moment before realizing that he could not be talking to anyone else. She listened to him speak, pleasantly surprised as it was rare for her to come across someone else who would willingly express their interest in her art. It was clear from his words that he had gotten a good look at her work, and that he had adequate knowledge of design to hold a conversation on it. She figured that his extent of knowledge should not be that surprising. Someone who would read their textbooks before classes even started was likely a philomath.
She leaned forward, arms crossed over the table while raising an eyebrow at the brunet, her unintentional failure to return his smile allowing her phlegmatic demeanor to remain. "An accurate interpretation, impressive. I'm glad to know that someone else shares my sentiments. Starting out in a new environment can be overwhelming. Some of us just need to get away from all that for a bit and find a sanctuary where we can collect our thoughts. I also admire your confidence. Not many would approach a stranger to admit that they've been observing their activity."
She hoped that last statement did not come across as abrasive or sarcastic, because she really meant what she had said. She wondered if this boy had any other intention in coming over to speak to her. Did he have somewhere to be after this, or did he desire some company? She decided not to ask, thinking that since he was so direct the first time, he would have no issue being straightforward with anything else he might want. She lowered her gaze to the textbook under his arm - a subtle indication of what prompted her assumption that he was new at the academy too. She then leaned back in her seat as her cold gray irises met his green ones once again.
"Regardless, your positive review of my piece is greatly appreciated, Mister... How may I address you?"
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Angelica Casey
It could not have been more than an hour, but Angelica had only planned to do a rather quick piece, and the sketch was almost completed. The radially-balanced drawing on her tablet expressed her view about the current situation where she was at, with the elements nearer to the sides and corners of the sheet being more harsh and packed closer to one another to represent the energetic and vibrant yet not-too-chaotic activity outside and those at or closer to the middle being more gentle and mellow with more space among them to reflect the ambiance of the hidden gem of a cafe where she was currently seated in.
Deciding to rest her eyes for a bit, she looked up from her device and leaned back in her seat, just in time to spot a blonde girl leaving the place with her purchases. Scanning the area, she was slightly surprised to see that everyone else had left apart from herself and a brunet who seemed to be studying. She wondered if there was a reason for the cafe being so empty on a day such as this one. Surely there were more students who would appreciate the peace and quiet of such a place, especially considering how busy it looked to be outside. The boy who was studying had the same textbooks she did, which led her to assume that he too, was a new student. Could it be that the older students knew something about this location that the freshies did not?
She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts, and took another sip of her drink. That would be crazy, would it not? Perhaps she was just thinking too much. She glanced back down at her drawing, deciding to add a mood of mysteriousness to that central part of the piece when she colored it. She saved her work and put her tablet to sleep, wanting to spend the rest of her time at the cafe resting and enjoying what was left of her latte. The blissful atmosphere of the place suddenly seemed slightly heavier after that weird idea had popped into her head, but it was still hardly sufficient to drive her away.
Angelica Casey
The dormitories were easy to get to, considering there were herds of new students heading for them. A few of the more vocal ones were asking around to find their dormitory mates, and Angelica only had to tag along with the group that had mentions of heading to Curie. Upon arriving at her assigned dormitory and finding her room, she entered with her given key and immediately made her way over to the window and threw it open. After taking a short moment to appreciate the pleasant view it was framing as well as the fresh air, she promptly proceeded to settle in and unpacked her belongings, wanting to spend the rest of the time before the start of classes to rest and familiarize herself with the campus.
She slipped a few of her possessions into her rather flashy and brightly-colored satchel she was to take with her after she was satisfied with the arrangement in her room (she had often been told that she had loud tastes for someone so quiet), and grabbing her printed copy of the campus map, she left to have a look around. Most of the leisure places and service providers seemed to be pretty central for the students, and teenagers were everywhere as she strolled along browsing whatever the area had to offer. She could only imagine what a ghost town the place must be during classes.
Coming across a peaceful and sparsely-populated cafe, she decided to take a break and relax a little inside. She ordered a cup of Earl Grey tea latte and took a seat at a table in the corner. She took another glance at the activity outside through the glass partition, comparing it to the tranquil environment of the cafe. Deciding that this was a decent place to work on some art, she pulled her drawing tablet out of her bag and started on an abstract composition while occasionally taking a sip of her warm beverage.
Angelica Casey
Between the time of her arrival and that when the elderly staff member eventually called for everyone's attention had been the expected activity - students standing around alone, bidding their loved ones goodbye, or socializing with their soon-to-be schoolmates. Well, mostly anyway, with the exception of word going round that teen idol Alex Pearson was enrolling at the academy this year. Angelica was relatively familiar with his music, though, she would not consider herself a fan. When the elderly woman's voice rang through the car park requesting for all the students move in closer, she took her luggage and approached her together with the others to catch whatever was being said.
The welcome speech started off like any other, until the rather awkward part, in her opinion, about how they were all here because they were "talented enough to pass the academy's state-of-the-art examinations". It was as if the professor had gone out of her way to either compliment all of them or boast about the status of Pine Hills. Angelica figured that it was likely the latter, and her confusion then turned into slight indignation when she recalled that apart from those who were here on scholarship, the rest of the cohort, or the vast majority of them were here not just because of their talents but also because they could afford it.
The list of rules was nothing out of the ordinary, albeit probably slightly stricter. It was no surprise that an institution like Pine Hills would be that cautious about its image, after all. She subconsciously nodded in understanding along with several other students when the professor had stopped speaking, before discreetly glancing around to see if anybody was going to comment or ask a question.
Angelica Casey
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead."
Letting out a muffled groan, the teenage girl stirred and turned to face the older, better-kempt version of herself in the driver's seat as the latter spoke up again. "We're here. All the best, have fun, and I'll see you when I see you, I guess."
"Thank you..." Angelica muttered, running a hand through her flyaway but strangely-presentable auburn locks before she exited the sleek champagne vehicle.
She had nothing else to say to her sister, who was nearly as reticent as she was. However, it was clear that just like their parents, Antonia was hardly excited for her. Not that it mattered to Angelica, for regardless of how they felt about the whole situation, she was relieved to know that she would be spending some time away from them. She could use the change in environment, and perhaps she would get to be around more open-minded people. Surely many of these students cared about working on what they loved more than simply making tons of money, right? Of course, it would be absolutely fantastic if one could end up doing both, but even if she could not, her priority was set.
Angelica fumbled slightly as she gathered her belongings from the trunk, but eventually managed to sort herself out. She slammed it shut and gave Antonia a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good to go. She watched the car drive off for a couple of seconds before turning her attention to the building which stood just behind the entrance gates. Any drowsiness she had still been experiencing from her little nap on the way to the academy immediately vanished as she marveled at its lovely architecture. Grabbing the professional compact camera that hung from her neck, she proceeded to capture the beauty of the structure with several snaps.
She then lowered her camera with a subtle sigh of satisfaction before noting the presence of an older woman right at the gates. Observing that she had a clipboard, Angelica assumed her to be the staff member in charge of registration, but it seemed that she was waiting for the right time to address everyone who had gathered.
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