Victoria look around the room, annoyed, she let out a grunt. She hated crowed places, not to mention she hated attention. Attention she got because she was different. She was just pretty as some people would say, where else others would say she wasn't. She didn't fit in. She despise people for being naïve, yet it was the naïve people she always found her self hanging around. Victoria was tall, with an hourglass figure, she was thin and had a great body. She has curly hair most girls died for. She was as pale as a sheet; with dark blue eyes you could drown in. Yep she wasn't pretty, but she was far from ugly. She was a joyful person, that saw the dark things in life, weird right, but that just who she was. She hated being alone, always needed someone with her so she doesn't think about the past she ran away from. Victoria sighed as she pushed off the wall she was leaning on. She came DWMA to change not stay the same way. She saw a young man to her left, her age of 15 maybe 16. He seemed like her kind of person, might as well give him a try.
Peter wasn't the kind of guy you wanted to be seen with. He is what most people would describe as an emotional teenager, when in truth it seem as if he had no emotions. He was tall, with black hair and bright green eyes. He had olive toned skin, with a muscular body. His eyes flickered around the room no one seemed like the kind of people he could stand. They were all buzzing with excitement, it was sicking. he tugged at his jacket. Peter was abanded by his family, he come here to look for someone he could trust, but instead he was standing in a corner of the huge room, alone, looking like an idiot. He heard a giggle to his left and felt somebody breathing on his neck. He jump and looked at the girl next to him. She had a miscious look on her face. Her arms were cross right under her breast, which were hard not to stare at. She was wearing a maroon colored sweater with a white mini shirt, with her hair framing her face she lookes very... 'cute'. He thought.
"Not one to join the crowed are we now?" Victoria asked mockingly. Although she was trying to change, old habitats die-hard.
"Could ask you the same thing." Peter said crossing his arms looking her up and down.
Victoria giggled again looking to the kids talking around her. "Lets just say I'm the one the crowed follows." She said softly sadness in her eyes as she winked at him.
"You don't seem like the kind of girl who likes to flirt with strangers, use them to your advantage maybe. So what is it you want?" Peter said accusingly.
Victoria laughed a real laugh this time, not the fake one she used around people. "You saw right through me, huh, not many people do. Well I'm not here to use you, nor am I flirting with you. As you mention we are stranger, yes? Well I want to change that, name's Victoria. What about you?" She looked up at him curiously holding her hand out.
Peter looked at her face, a smirk appearing on his own. "Peter. I see you're a weapon, you in need of a meister?"
"Yeah I guess you can say that, although I had quite a few guys and some girls already ask me." Victoria pursed her lips putting her hand back down. Like she was going to accept anyone of those offers.
"Ah, looks I got some competition. So tell me am I your number one choice right now?"
Victoria scoffed. The asshole was acting cocky, and to think she thought he was different from the rest. "No! Why the hell would I what some emo, douchbagish guy as my partner? I was just making small talk no need to get so fucking full of yourself."
Peter laugh. "looks like I hit a heart string. What with you, I was just asking. You didn't accept any of those offers so I was just curious." Peter said shit eating smirk plastered on his face.
"You.. You little fucking liar." Victoria said punching his arm. "Fine then. Are you sure you can handle me though?"
"Eh, you seem easy enough to tame." Peter said pattingg her head, and laughing when she swatted his hand away. "Hey, and what was that about me being a emo douche or whatever you called me?"
"Oh... Nothing. It just you know the big black jacket, dark navy blue shirt and dark jeans don't scream 'I'm emotional deal with it!'" Victoria giggled at the glare Peter gave her. "Hey... Hey I'm not judging; we all have scars were afraid to show." She said softly looking at her thigh where her own scars were. She shook ridding herself of those thoughts. "Even if I did sound judgmental that was just from years of living with my family."
Peter cocked an eyebrow. "OH please explain; I would love to hear more on this family of yours."
"Sorry, but you have to earn my trust first. Now lets see how good you are with wielding a weapon of my kind." With that the two headed out to the training room. Where they found out that their two souls seemed to be made for each other.