This won't make sense for a while. I don't think it's supposed to right now.
"Ah."
She fell and fell and fell until-
silence.
not the good kind, she thought.
Everything about her had always been off.
Not bad, per se, but o f f .
Her speech. Her clothes. Her actions. Never seeming to be quite human.
She felt their stares and whispers and oh god they're coming for her again (ohnoohnononononono she doesnt want to ķ̵̛͈̭̞̳̙̝͙̯̺̹͖̟̯͊͋̔͗̆̎̈̓̀̎̈́͗̏͒̓͗̄̂͑̊̑͌̿̌̕͜i̴̼̫͕͇̮͓̩͓̟̲̳͇̲͆͛̆͆̚͜l̸̟͙̭͍̼̬͕͓͓̆͑͗̋̌͐͋͑̋̊̊̍͝͝l̵̡͙̙̺͕͉͚̩̝̣̅̈̊͑̏̿̌̅̃̈́͊̓̋͌̀͂͜ͅ )
She was a college student, with slightly below-average grades, contradicting the perfect scores on every test she had been given. Her hair was wavy and dark, yet still reminiscent of the last embers of a fire. . She was short, and her presence (usually) even smaller, barely noticeable.(In certain situations, however, she drew more focus than that of a giant, like electricity near water (erratic but refined).) Oceans filled with empty galaxies stared out from her half-closed eyes, either entrancing, concerning, frightening, or confusing all of her peers. Giant lashes protected the waters that always seemed dark ( ). Not a single day would pass without her being seen with a lab coat (like she was expecting someone to appear and tell her that she was needed in a laboratory) or the worn out combat boots she never seemed to take off (The boots had become her one comforting and most human aspect, and she loved them). Nobody noticed the scar, stretching like a highway, on her face.
They whisper. Is she human? does she know, how people act, that they don't wear lab coats everywhere? She doesn't have a single friend, does she? She's back? She isn't dead yet?
They snicker. Look at that bitch. Who does she think she is? She's never going to get anyone.
They berate. You're an alien. You imbecile. Go back where you came from
they don' t k n o w
The redhead is quiet, he thought. Perhaps t o o quiet.
Then, she turned her head, ever so slightly, so that she could stare him in the eyes. She probably could've done so without turning more, for he was in the rows in front of her.
Ị̸̓̔ ̵̙̟͈̯̝́̾̽̋̅͗͑̕s̶̡̩̩̰͕̼̖͔͇̾̔̕ę̴̛̘̳͈̇͋̀̒e̵̢͉͈̫̿́̄͗̂͒̄̈́̾ ̴̡̡̨͇̲̣̙͐͌̒̅͋ÿ̵̹̮̼̬͎̭͔́̅̍̇̔̿̃̚͜͜ͅo̷̢͈̦̘̥̥̪̼̓̏̓̒͘ͅũ̴͕͈̈́̈́̂͑͘͜
He turned around quickly, breaking the staredown. How did she know he was looking at her? He had made sure that he always sat in a spot where he could see her without being seen by her. He thought hard. She was definitely human, but those ey g
She had been outcasted since she had tried to make a friend.
"Hello, I'm ▯▯Ô▯▯À▯!" "...Hello."
[Perception check]
[15]
(S̶̨̨̼̩̙̭̫͂̕͝ͅh̵̝̺́̓̕̕e̷̠̿̽͛ ̷̰̬̬͉̫̊̽͒̀̊ͅk̶͖̖̄͐̏̋ń̴̢̢͈̺̞̼̲̦̮̀̾̉͐͛̆̿͊͜ě̵̯̰̖̥̟͓͈̀w̶̘̭̘̖̳̒́̿͐͂̾̉̾͆̚ ̴̢̭̗̞͓̉͆t̵̮̰̃̋͛̋̍̓͗̔̈́͝ḩ̶̝͎̩͙̣̪̽͆͆̍̌̈͊̌̂̚å̴̙̹͙͌͆̈́͊̔͝t̵͓̠̘̯͔͖͖̐͐̔̔́͋̃̈̈̚ ̸̡̺̬̘͉͍́t̸̼͖̰͖̲̕ͅh̶̬̓͛̐͘e̷͓̳̱̠̟̗̲̦͊̈́͋̄̑͆͂ͅr̶̛͉̍̽̆̈̏͘̚e̷̢̢̞̥̟̻̥̲̤͒̈́͂́͐̃͌͊̕͝ ̷̯̆͊̀̾́ͅw̷̡̩̟̎̐̍̓̽̕̚a̵̭̺͖̺̔̓̊̕s̵̢̘̜͓̤̱̠̲̼͑̂ ̴̡̥͎̞̏͋̇̂̊̏̎b̶͕̻̩̽̾̀̊̏͘͜͝l̶͍͉̮̼̻̆̅̿̐͂͐̕ó̴̡͚̖̲̟͓̪̼̬́͗̍̋̕̕ͅo̵̲̲̪͉̎̎͊̈́̎͊͋̆̒ḑ̵̤̝̟̰͕͙͂́̓̂͐̉̕̚͠͠ͅ ̶̘̪̖̯̜̩̺̹͐͜ͅơ̸̢̥͖̊͋̕͝ń̶̡͉͕̬̺̠͔̗̔̾ ̴̼͖̿̓͆́̄͂͊͜͠t̷̢͍̤͖̖͇̙̊̈́͜͝h̴̨̛̦̼̱̩͙͑̈́̾̽̀̇͠ͅo̴̭̲̒̌̀̂́̉͗̆s̷̻̋̏̃̾͗̿̿͆̚è̷̖͉̙̩̗̠͓̓̎̔͘ ̴̧̩̀̈́͛̚h̴͖͖̱͓̻̹͉͆͂̃̊̍͠͠ͅa̷̤̺̓̋ṋ̵̽͒d̷̠̠̗̘͇͛͂̀̈́̿ͅs̵͇̠̙̯̼̆̈́̽̽͗̋͒̐͠͠ ̷̰̺̬͇͘t̸̺̞͘͜͝h̷̛̼͕̝̘̏͆̿ô̷̧̭̬̘̥̦͎̬̪̰̌s̴͖͉̭̜̺̟̟̮̏́̃̍̊͛̚é̴̛͚̪̥̪̝̜̎̈̂ͅ ̴̫̻̻̏̆̓̎s̶̨͚̙̣̬͓̺͔͚͐m̶̛͖͎͂͑͆͋̌̌̐͘͝a̷̡̳͎̪̙͔̟̫̣̓̂́͐̓̅̓͘͝ḻ̴̟͈̬͖͇̩̂͋̇͌̈̐͊͋͘l̶̘͙͑̎̎̌͋͋̄͘ ̴̖͔̣̰̺̝̒h̴̡̡̹̞͍̘͈̒̓͑̒a̵̛̭̺̒̄n̸̦̠̜̖̘̉̂̋̔͛ḋ̷̢̧͎͉̪̳̔͊̓͐̽͑̊̀̅s̸̡̢͉̠̩͎̟̮̙̍̓́̈́̽͘̕)
She stared at him, the only one who had not stared in disgust or fear.
She waited until he had turned away, and she sighed.
He couldn't know.
There was no way.
She got up as she felt the Wave approach,
[acrobatics check (+5)]
[25]
hurtling over rows of desks with unnatural speed and elegance.