Morning had found Anne standing under the scalding hot downpour of a shower, sunlight filtering in through the slatted windows of the shared bathroom for her floor. She felt drained, exhausted, even though she had slept all night (hadn't she?). Her dreams had been...interesting, to say the least. Completely different than her usual mix of nightmares and relieving oblivion. They had been so...real. She even felt sore, as if her body had reacted to the rather delightful events occurring in her sleeping world. Thankfully, the steaming water soothed her aching muscles, and cleansed her pale flesh of the sweat from her previous day at class (and her nighttime exertions).

Her head tilted back into the spray of water, she failed to notice the faint pink tinge of the liquid trickling down her legs as the shower cleaned her of the remnants of her lost virginity. It hardly mattered, as she wouldn't believe the events that had led to it anyway. As far as she was concerned, she had simply had a very, very naughty dream, and gotten little worthwhile sleep as a result.

Her body clean, and her mind somewhat refreshed by the shower, she dried off and returned to her room, not all too eager to meet any of the other girls without her clothing on. Some knew of her scars...and those few were too many for her taste (they'd already discovered the "fun" of tormenting her). Thankfully, today was Saturday, and she had no need to wear that horribly revealing uniform the school insisted on.

Instead, she pulled out one of her few personal outfits, a pair of khaki cargo pants, and a simple cream colored peasant blouse with sleeves long enough to cover her hands. Her feet went into cotton dressing slippers, more than enough for her morning walk down to the mall level of the dorms. Now dressed, she took her time brushing out her long dark hair, the lavender in it slowly emerging as the damp locks dried. Making sure her bangs covered her scarred features, she grabbed her keys and ID before heading down for breakfast.

As usual, she was one of the very first students to arrive in the morning, and as such had her choice of food in the cafeteria style dining hall. Pancakes (she craved them for some reason), some scrambled eggs, and a glass of orange juice made up her meal, carried to a corner seat wedged between a wall and a window. As she sat down, she winced slightly, twinges of pain emanating out from her hips and groin. A dark shadow passed over her features as that little voice in her head whispered ...more than a dream... in her mind.

She quashed the thought firmly, unsettled by what it may mean. She had....suspected...that the dream was too good to be true, but... Shaking her head she focused on her meal, glancing up and watching with mild jealousy as other girls trickled into the dining hall in groups and pairs. She was worried about her dreams (terrified actually), but...she had no one to talk to about them anyway...so why not just eat her meal and try not to think about how she felt like it had all really happened.

She'd arrived late the day before to the campus where she was certain she'd be spending the next six or so years. she didn't remember much of the trip that had led here. She remembered take off she knew that but the next thing she knew she was in a dorm room dressed as she had been when she boarded; In simple black leggings and a black button down blouse that reached to her mid thigh. she spent much of the night after she awoke; at least until sun up, making sure everything she'd brought with her had made it to her room. Almost everything had save her dental tools; which she was very displeased about, but she was certain she could make do without it.

When the morning had finally come Michael found herself skipping showering and going with a unisex perfume for now. The odd planeride had ruined her plans of discovering the campus. She felt she needed to make up for lost time now, though first she felt she needed something to eat. She left the room she had awoken in making note of the number; 411, and found a student to ask where to get something to eat.

Finding the location of the mall level was pretty simple though looking between the other students of the school had been more difficult. the aura's of the student body ranged from calm and peaceful to... pained and terrified, it was some of the happiest seeming girls that were hurt the worst from what she could see. she limped onto the line sighing softly to herself catching the glances from some of the students as she saw the curiosity in their aura grow, it was something she was more than used to though.

She decided to order herself something simple for breakfast; a bagel with butter, with food in hand she moved into the cafeteria-esque dining hall letting her eyes wander for several moments before they landed on something rather different; unsettled, conflicted, pained... and various other things in a very rapidly shifting glow from a single student whom sat alone and was significantly more dressed than many of the other girls walking in in their casual clothes or their uniforms for Saturday classes.

She couldn't help herself. she drifted to Anne's table sitting across from her offering a little smile to the taller woman, Michael herself being a rather diminutive 4' 8" tall.
"Hey there, You looked lonely from over there, hope you don't mind me joining for breakfast."
she said in a simple friendly tone hiding little motive beyond what she said.

Anne glanced up as someone approached her table, one hand rising reflexively to make sure her hair was covering her scars. Her muscles tensed as the girl came closer, anxiety welling up. Why is she coming this way? she wondered, her eye shifting to take in the rather...diminutive height of the other girl. She reminded her of a girl from Anne's last school, a rather energetic young woman who had lost her lower legs in an automobile accident.

And just like that, her anxiety dwindled. That small feeling of familiarity turned out to be enough to soothe her jangled nerves, for the moment at least. She nodded slightly as the other girl spoke, making a vague gesture with her sleeve towards the chair across from herself.

"G-go ahead...I'm n-not expecting...anyone anyway...." she stammered out in her usual, painfully shy way. Now that she thought on it, the shorter girl seemed to be limping. Maybe she was crippled to? A brief pang of concern and sympathy flowed over her, and the nervousness and fear receded even further. Maybe she could...try talking to this girl? Just a little?

"Are y-you new....h-here to?" she asked, her gaze on her own plate of food, idly pushing the remains of a pancake around.

she kept a close eye on anne's aura taking special note of the ebb and flow but, it was difficult to say what exactly she was feeling right now from it, though at the very least she could see no ill intent to the girl, at all.
"Thanks and yeah I'm new... oh and Uhm speaking of being new; do you remember ever walking off the plane you got on or did you just wake up in a dorm room at some hour of the night when you got here?"

An honest curiousity; she wanted to know if she was a normal happening or a special case of some sort. she took a bite of the bagel before resting it on the table savoring the simple flavor before saying anything.
"Well anyway sorry about that, weird question I'm sure... Yeah... I'm Michael."

she gave a slightly nervous laugh to that finding her own tangent a little bit embarrassing to hear even though she was the one that had said it, she never was the best when it came to first impressions, she found it was better for her to try harder at the second and third than force a good first.

If her aura was any indication Anne was likely one of the most timid people anyone could hope to meet. Though there was a thick streak of something unsettling in her aura, that seemed to hide behind the other colors.

She blinked slowly, frowning as she recalled her own arrival on the island. It was odd...but she couldn't remember anything before waking up in her room that first morning either. Getting on the plane, yes, rising to cruising altitude, certainly...but everything after that....a blank. Had she fallen asleep? They had said the plane would be airborne for quite a while.

"Actually.....n-now that I..t-think on it, that's exactly h-how I remember g-getting here." she murmured softly, just barely loud enough for Michael to hear across the table from her. Her expression turned concerned as she thought back to other little oddities she'd noticed since arriving, not least of which being her rather unusual "dreams".

"Oh..n-no, it wasn't a w-weird question...and I'm Anne..." she mumbled, nodding to the other girl with a faint smile, peeking at her through the veil of her bangs. She seemed nice, nicer than most of the other girls here at least. She wondered how many of them woke up in their rooms when they arrived...oh well, she was sure it wasn't anything suspicious.

"W-where did they p-put you? I c-can't make sense...of the f-floor arrangement m-myself. All t-the years s-seem mixed." she muttered, trying to make conversation, her gaze shifting back to the girl across from her.

She laughed faintly before nervously taking another bite of her bagel. she was glad to know; at the very least, that it hadn't been only her. If it had been, she would have been worried. She wiped a bit of errant butter on her chin away.
She then began to think of the room assignments, Anne had said she couldn't make any sense of it and that did seem a little odd to her.
" Good to meet you anne but uhhh... I woke up in 411 what about you?"

She thought it was pretty normal a question.
"Also noticed they took most of my dental hygine stuff, Dental picks and mirrors and what not, have a tooth brush and that's it... anything missing from your bags?"

All these odd questions were starting to bug her to be honest, she was sure their table was starting to sound like the tinfoil hat club or something. she placed the bagel down again and shifted scratching her jawline a little.

She smiled faintly, making a vague gesture with her sleeve towards the elevators.

"S-same floor....in 418. M-maybe n-new students are...assigned r-rooms on the same f-floor regardless...of y-year?"

She blinked a few times, taking a drink of orange juice while she listened to the question. She thought it over, curious for a moment about what the other girl had had taken from her. She thought back over what she had packed in her hurry to leave her previous school, then shook her head.

"N-no, I don't think anything w-was missing from m-my bag....then again I b-barely packed anything b-but my clothes...and t-toiletries. I...s-sort of left in a h-hurry...." she mumbled, looking down as she finished, trying to push away memories of why she'd run away from her best friend. The questions didn't seem out of place to Anne it seemed, but she had limited exposure to normal conversation. Plus, it bothered her that someone had apparently gone through her bags, even if they hadn't taken anything.

"W-why did you h-have dental p-picks and such? Are you...l-learning to be a dentist?" she asked curiously, picking lightly at her scrambled eggs.

"Makes as much sense as anything else."
she said simply brushing her hands off a little to the side. she question about her tools was a common one really such a simple explanation.
"No, not a dentist. Actually I'm just a little obsessive about my teeth is all, really bugs me when seeds and stuff like that gets stuck between em."
while that was true at some level, she did avoid saying she had a little hobby of breaking and entering, That wasn't a well accepted hobby after all.
"Actually I'm undecided on what I want to do here, decided i'll dabble in some things and see what I like."

A moment of silence passed before she'd ask anything else.
"So have you seen the school yet? I haven't had the chance to... if you haven't was wondering maybe we could wander and see what there is together."

Anne listened curiously, finishing her eggs while the blond girl spoke. She nodded in agreement with the annoyance of having things stuck in your teeth, chuckling softly, her mouth covered by one hand (the unscarred one, of course).

"I'm a b-bit like that...obsessive I m-mean...about my h-hair." she murmured quietly, absently brushing a few fingers through her veiling bangs. "Oh.....y-you haven't picked a m-major? I w-wasn't...aware we c-could go without one...." she frowned slightly, though she wasn't terribly worried. She had opted for a major in Mathematics, simply because she enjoyed it...but maybe she could change her mind if she felt the desire.

She shook her head at the next question, having barely left her dormroom except for going to classes and the necessities. She considered going for a walk with the girl, and shrugged.

"S-sure...I don't m-mind going for a walk...uhm...d-do you mind if I g-go back to my r-room...and change s-shoes though? T-these aren't very g-good...outdoor shoes." she mumbled, lifting one cotton slippered foot and wiggling it by way of explanation.

She looked at the cloth shoe Anne was wearing and laughed a little nodding to her as she stood and finished her bagel finally. Why she had been so slow eating could be anyone's guess.
"Of course we can, I should probably change too... I kinda woke up in this outfit soooo it might be a little weird if I wear it too much longer... just for breakfast I could handle but."

she smiled faintly as she continued.
"We are almost neighbors after all right? I mean... it would be really uncomfortable and I wouldn't want a friend to be uncomfortable... i mean sorry if it's too early to consider you a friend... ugh I'm a mess when I meet people."
she shook her head covering her right eye with her right hand just laughing a little at her clumsy avalanche of thoughts.

Anne nodded and made a sympathetic face about wearing yesterdays clothing. She personally couldn't stand to wear anything twice...but then she tended to be dressed far too warmly for the temperature. That might have something to do with it.

"Y-yeah...I guess we are s-sort of neighbors. Oh...and d-don't worry about m-me...I d-don't really h-have friends...s-so I don't m-mind being considered one." she glanced up slightly, smiling shyly. She picked up her tray and shuffled over to the trashcan to dump the paper plate and plastic cup in, leaving the tray in the receptacle on top.

"D-do you mind...if I ask about y-your name? Michael is a b-bit of...an odd n-name for a g-girl...isn't it?" she spoke softly, her expression curious.

She smiled hearing that Anne didn't mind being called a friend. it was comforting really to know she already had a friend in a strange place like this. she laughed faintly when she was asked about her name.
"Well yeah guess Michael is a boy's name, I never really asked about it, did get made fun of pretty often when i was younger I guess. Maybe my dad wanted a son."

she sighed slightly thinking about it actually bothered her quite a bit she shrugged once more before standing and looking over her shoulder for a moment, she thought she saw something but, there was nothing there; her eyes did that from time to time to her.
"Anyway, lets not talk about that anymore kay?"

She nodded slightly, wondering what sort of father named their baby girl "Michael"....not that she had any room to judge, really.

"Oh s-sorry...I was just c-curious." she looked down as she mumbled back, a bit afraid she'd already offended the other girl. She caught the glance over her shoulder, and glanced back up curiously. "S-something wrong?"

She looked that was as well, squinting her good eye. She didn't see anything either...but that wasn't saying much.

"Oh it's alright, was just a question, for all I know it's pronounced different in some other language."
she smiled at the bit of hope. she stretched shaking her head when she heard the next question she just shook her head a little.
"Oh nothing, I just... thought I saw something over there, that's all. Probably just my imagination messing with me. new strange places and all that stuff."

she chuckled turning the rest of the way towards the exit of the dining hall cracking her knuckles before taking several steps.
"So lets go change for that walk alright? it's pretty warm too so you might want to put on something that breathes a little better."
she never said specific instructions, she didn't want to sound insensitive after all, she knew some girls didn't like skirts, she was one of them, it was bad enough she was being forced to at this school.

Frowning uncertainly, Anne nodded, still squinting in that direction. After a moment, she turned and shuffled off as well, leading the way towards the elevators.

"Hmm? Oh...y-y-yeah...I s-suppose I s-should..." she stammered, glancing down at her clothing with a sigh. How would she get around this? She really didn't have anything lighter that still covered her scars. She decided to do something about that next chance she had, maybe see what the mall had in lighter material long sleeved shirts.

She made it to the elevators and pushed the button, glancing at Michael out of the corner of her eye as they waited. ...maybe she won't be freaked out by my scars....maybe...