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Jess scratched her head with both hands while her professor talked. She idly wondered if she would talk in class today. She didn't mind talking, but her standards for when she should do it were high. She would get downright embarrassed listening to her classmates let out whatever thoughts happened to wander into their heads. Avoiding that was priority number one, some days.

She scanned around the room. Too familiar, as she had had a class here the previous semester. A very different class with very different people, she realized. She jotted down more notes while considering the number of people who had passed through this room over the years. During times like this, she went through what she knew of her classmates, how much she had actually come to bond with them and in what fashion, and considered, mathematically, just what the odds of finding someone with whom a real connection could be forged with were, out of all those people. She had to take into account the demographics of the type of people who would be at her school in the first place -- age, income, background -- of course, and ponder just what the likelihood of being able to breach the ever-impenetrable walls of social disguises and isolation masquerading as friendliness was to even gauge whether this was a worthwhile social avenue to travel down.

Hmm, she thought. Hmm.

She glanced at the girl across the room. Not directly across, but just to the left of the one whose eye contact she perpetually made by virtue of the circular arrangement of chairs. Just to the left.

Any old time, you keep me waiting.

Date: 2012-01-22 04:18 am (UTC)
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Pyralis went through song lyrics in her head, drifting off into her own world a little bit while the teacher took a break between lecture. She doodled something in her notebook, liking it enough that she considered making it a finished piece. She wrote lyrics above it: "Living just to keep going, going just to be sane." She tended to use song lyrics in a lot of her works; whether it be in the actual medium or inspired by it. Still, enjoying music wasn't something that was that uncommon.

She sighed slightly, tapping her fingers on her desk, a habit she'd had since grade school. Her brother said her brain ran too fast with ideas for her to pause, and she had to agree with him. Sitting still was one of the most difficult things for her to do. There was just... so much to do, and never enough time in the day.

She glanced around the room carefully, just to distract herself. There wasn't much of interest... the same people she'd seen and known since she began school, with a few new faces. No one she was particularly close to.

Oh, but who was that? She caught the eye of the girl sitting towards the right side of the room to her. Her name was... Jess? Was that it? Since they made eye contact, she managed a small, shy smile, before pulling her ponytail over her shoulder and looking in the opposite direction.


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