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"I am an art magnet, specializing in fashion design. You should mostly run off to my dorm, in those situations, it's room 103." She trailed off as her sister began talking again, only to burst out in laughter. "Oh, to think I could have phrased it like that instead of leaving a note to my gay mothers saying 'Help me please, everyone is hot.'. Don't worry, I will help you with the romance and the girls and the romancing of the girls." Porrim weaved her way through the exits, tributaries off of the main road, capillaries, whatever trite and overused metaphor you wanted to use to endear someone to the poetic nature of this highway, those were the roads she chose, trying desperately to not pass any novelty shops on the way to the school. Kanaya didn't need anymore luggage.  Despite herself, she chuckled every few minutes remembering her sister's bizarre phrasing. That certainly was one way to come out.

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"She’s fussing for the sake of fussing, you’re aware of that. I’m sure she trusts you, but…I think she just doesn’t want to see me grow up, you know? She’s so used to calling me ‘little Kanaya’ and her ‘virágszirom’," Which roughly translates back to Hungarian as ‘flower petal’, "It must be scary for her. I’m not little Kanaya anymore, hiding behind her back from strangers and begging her to take me to the theatre, I’m 5’9 Kanaya and I’m pursuing my dreams of being the one onstage, pursuing it in America, three years from being an adult." Forgetting that she hadn’t rolled down her window yet, she did so on that particularly somber note.

As the subject moved, so did Kanaya’s thoughts. It was probably best to not dither on such depressing thoughts, even if growing up was hard. It was hard and no one understood. “Economy was cramped as ever and clearly not built for people who are over 5’5, and I found my shoulder being used as a pillow by a seven year old in the middle of the flight. I was fine with it until he began drooling, at that point I absconded to the bathroom.” She shook her head as she managed to crack a smile, before turning her attention back to Porrim. “Remind me, which ‘magnet’ are you? While I still don’t totally understand what that means, I imagine I should probably know which department to run off to in case of sisterly dramas.”

She took a pause as she realised that she hadn’t updated her sister on one particular subject in her life. “…Possibly involving girls. Romance. And girls. Females. Giiiirlsss.” There. That was a totally adequate way of telling your older sister that you’re a massive homosexual.

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"God, there are so many twins here it's hard to keep track. Maybe they're amassing a collection of some kind, or an army of pubescent siblings ready to take the world by storm." Porrim snorted, nodding vaguely at the title. "Kanaya's great, isn't she? She's just so sweet. I am afraid I have nowhere near the duality, tripality? In focus you seem to have, I'm just an art magnet, specializing in fashion design." "No matter how much they prefer I stay indoors after midnights there's not much they can do to stop an 18 year old who they want in their school even more than she wants to be here. It's the give and take of this sort of academy, and if they didn't loosen up when the legal curfew was no longer in effect, they might not bee too happy with the results."

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Rose stifled a sigh, once again having the fact that her sister was far better at any form of socialization than she. She envied the seemingly care-free style of her sister, how she actually had friends. “Long winded is most often my primary setting, as you may soon find out. That is, of course, you choose to take this seat as opposed to seats anywhere else on campus. It is a bit late to be leaving, what with curfews.”

Rose looked away from the girl’s silhouette, her features hidden behind the flashlight she held. Her gaze focused instead on the plain cover of the book in front of her. Black leather with gold leafed pages and words. “The Completely Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe.” It was a parting gift from her mother before heading off the the academy. Rose, of course, wanted the Lovecraft one. Still, Poe was more than decent, and Mother had promised to get her Lovecraft upon graduating.

"Rose Lalonde, at your service.. I gather that you are quite acquainted with my twin sister? Oddly, I met your sister earlier. We’ve a project to complete together." At her questions, Rose first shifted her light to flash off the cover of the book. The silver light reflected beautifully off the gold leaf, reflecting off the letters perfectly. It seemed the words were illuminated. "I’m here for both academic and artistic reasons. Literature accelerated, dance and music magnet. And yourself, Miss Maryam?"

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((  Ugh. Sorry for late replies, dropping out of RP for a few days, ETC. It's been a hard couple of days. Please send me an ask on THIS BLOG or a PM on skype if I owe you replies on either Latula or  Porrim. ))

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"Yeah, it takes a certain type of person to go into fashion. There is so much talking to strangers that it even throws me off sometimes, especially if they're much more comfortable, or even much less comfortable, talking to strangers than I am. People also don't realize that about half of my commision goes to buying materials for their dresses, suits, etcetera, and try to talk me down. It makes me absolutely delirious. Maybe you'll be in my art class, depending on how old you are. We do plenty of paintings and replicas, honing our styles and technique. It's honestly one of the best ones." She found herself talking more than usual, guiding the conversation off of small pieces of text shown to her. It was strange. She also felt a feeling of comfort, going along with the flow of conversation lulled her, rather than set her on edge, as that was what happened when she talked merely because the other was bad at holding a conversation. In these terms, it was all about their choices to say little, or say a lot. "What state did you live in?" She was on the southern Oregon Coast, merely a few miles away from California, though she did move a lot between Portland and Las Vegas. That house was truly her home, and that town her hometown.

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When Porrim sat next to him instead of standing and taking her leave, Kurloz smiled a little bit wider, just at the prospect of having someone that he could talk to for real about things. He tapped out another quick and excited reply— that he was from the same area, that he liked fashion, but wasn’t here to design sadly. He truly did like the control he had over what he wore, and how he could coordinate his clothes with his mood of the day or with his shoes. He’d been told many, many times that he could go after whatever career he wanted, things like modeling, or basketball, or even acting if he so chose. 

Thing was, he didn’t want those careers. Modeling would be okay, because that didn’t involve press conferences and speaking up in front of a lot of people, but to be a model, one had to really start up at the top, one had to start with money and affluence already, otherwise they were limited to hope and whatever luck they had on their side. 

So, Kurloz stuck to what he was sure of, his art and the promise of eventual internet fame. If he kept on drawing and painting, posting and writing, he figured he could garner a large enough audience to hold livestreams of more than a few people, and eventually even have his art shown someplace nice. 

It was a nice dream, yeah, but he had to stay in the reality of things, and so far, his reality was sitting with Porrim on the side of the school and telling her that he lived close to where she did before he came to the school. So far, he liked her. He liked her a lot.

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"Oh, my, questions about myself. My curiosity isn't so often returned, much less in this strange collaboration of mediums. I'm a senior, and I'm from the Southern Pacific Northwest, though it is always easiest to say west coast." She sighed, shaking her head. No one understood the regions anymore. "It's interesting that you're the same type of magnet student as me, although I doubt it's the same medium. So far it seems fashion designers are few and far between, here."  Porrim found herself fond of the ebb and flow that was their conversation, and she appreciated the meshing of two forms of communication into one hullabaloo of a meet and greet session.  She found an alluring balance between audio and visual, much like how she used to go out in the desert with her mother while the other stayed at the hospital for therapy. It was expensive, ferrying all of them between states to one with better care, but Porrim had never found herself regretting it. Not that she was the one with the stretched-thin bankroll. For a young teenager she was rather rich, a young, urban, jack of all trades, mostly sharpie tattoos that she was paid a dollar for, each. Sliding down the wall to sit next to him, she smiled. This was the most peacable person she had met yet, and she found herself enjoying it. Not being the motherly figure was a welcome relief, despite her curiosity about Kurloz... typing out replies. She wasn't going to push the topic. What was the point? They got along just fine, as is. Nature was as it should be. 

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Oh God she was asking more questions. But she had a nice name. Nice name for a nice face. For once, Kurloz was glad he physically could not speak, otherwise he’d probably say something offensive. One thing he’d learned from home was that you don’t say offensive things to pretty girls. They’ll fuck up your entire life and shit on your existence in a heartbeat. Kurloz tapped out his answers on his phone quickly  and arbitrarily; the standard seven-foot-two, that he was there for magnet art, leaving out the disability part because no one needed to know that, honestly. It hurt his pride and it hurt his chest to say he had a disability. He really didn’t, honest. He was just… a little bit different. He needed to take his time with work and with friends. He wasn’t disabled. 

After showing Porrim his answers, he quickly tapped out his own set of questions— what was she in for, what grade was she in, where was she from, etctera, etcetera. Mundane things, really. He didn’t have much else to ask that wouldn’t be considered odd and invasive of people’s privacy. Kurloz leaned against the wall along with her, then decided to drop his backpack onto the ground and sink down so he was sitting near her feet. It was nice to be the short one, for once, though he couldn’t help but feel awkward and gangly and too-scrunched up with his legs bunched up in front of himself. 

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"The very fact that you think of that is very creepy, Cronus." She sighed, and if she were closer, and not laying down, she would have flicked him. "Forgive me fore forgoing a single inch of your height, but you should be thanking me. The shorter you are, the bigger your dick looks in comparison." God, she was hilarious. She wanted a medal. "Ha." "You should google the longevity of the healing process for tongue healings. I'm actually surprised the artist didn't tell you when it would be safe to replace the stud." She shrugged. Hers did. In vivid detail. It cause their appointment to drag on for much longer than expected. "To be honest, this piercing doesn't hurt as much now as I expected. It just feels odd. Very odd." Of course, it still hurt every so often. She just expected pain, around the clock. Now, if she left it alone, she did just fine.

"Well, yeah I know you got a bra too, but you know what I mean. The piercing’s rubbin on your clothes." he rolled his eyes and stuffed an oversized spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "I’m six THREE, thank you. I take pride in what my caretaker liked to refer to as ‘being a walking lamp post’. Which I don’t quite understand? I think that’s just his way of calling me really obnoxiously tall. I dunno." a few more mouthfuls of ice cream before he nodded his head "Yeah I kinda hope this thing doesn’t take like, months to heal or something, just cuz I already ordered a new piece for it. It looks like a little pill capsule, I thought it was funny, but it’s shorter than this one so my tongue’s gotta stop swelling before I wear it." 

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"I'm sorry for even trying to remind you, then. How silly of me." She snorted as Kanaya backtracked to the other side, hopping into the car herself and starting the engine, but the first thing she did was not back out. "Roll down your window, it's scorching in here." With that comment, Porrim buckled her seat belt, pulling out of her pace and onto the rather busy airport road. "Oh, god forbid you open your eyes to a new culture. Whether or not that was a genuine warning, I'll be told when she calls to check in. Maybe some of your accent will fall away, and all the blame will be placed on me, instead of Rosa sending her daughter to a school in the U.S." She smiled, chuckling and weaving her way through the traffic until they broke through the exit, finally on the interstate. "How was the flight? Did anyone attempt to ferry a fussy baby internationally?" 

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It almost felt appropriate to gasp for air once they were away from the bustling crowds of sleep-depraved tourists, some either pre-drinking before their flights, others looking like they hadn’t slept in days, but plenty arriving with the iconic ‘tourist tan’, the outline of sunglasses, pale against burnt skin from a lack of sunscreen. How mortifying. Then again, though the proof of their holidays was one that would be considered ugly, at least it was some form of proof.

It certainly felt… odd. To be in America for the purpose of schooling, work rather than play. Her mind hadn’t really settled into the idea of living here yet, and everything still felt like some sort of surreal tourist-y dream. At least she wasn’t feeling the onslaught of homesickness yet, hopefully not for a very long while.

When caught sight of the… interesting colours that adorned Porrim’s car, Kanaya couldn’t help but immediately label it as ‘That’s So Porrim’. The conflicting reds and greens, complimented by fake eyelashes, one would imagine to be a disaster, but when Porrim was the one driving it? It was a statement, it was innovative, it was daring. To say that she was envious of how she was constantly fashionable by mistake would be an understatement- honestly, how was it even possible to ‘accidentally’ look like a style icon every day? Life was cruel, she decided.

After chucking her baggage to settle in jutted-out angles, she approached where the driver’s side resided, forgetting momentarily that they drove on the other side of the road here. Great, way to look like a total intellectual, Kanaya. “Yeah. I… was aware of that.” Best to not make her sister think she was a dork within five minutes of meeting her. Slipping into the correct side, she slumped into the seat, thankful that Porrim’s car provided more comfortable seats than the airplane did- truly, her backache was going to be out of this world when she woke up the next morning. “Mum sends her love, by the way. She also warned me to not let you turn me into a mix. Her words, not mine.” Perhaps her mother was joking, perhaps she wasn’t. It was often hard to tell her borders between sarcasm and genuine forewarnings.

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"Anything's a pursuit if you word it right. You're pursuing a goal, so it's a pursuit. The hunt, if I may. You could say it has something to do with human nature, if you really wanted to dig deep." Porrim shrugged, leaning back in her chair to avoid the pain hunching over a tablet to draw on the computer would inevitably cause her back. "Interesting. Can't say I have much technological experience. My control over the settings place before me has nothing to do with the real mechanics, at least." She trailed off yet again, seeming more natural every time it occurred, with how invested she was in just slightly thickening the outline of the dress. "It's an honor to be the first magnet student you've met, don't let me ruin the others for you, if I do begin to gossip." She was having much the opposite luck, using the undo button more times than she could count, messing with brush size, and sighing. All she could tell herself was that the perfect line would just be that much more rewarding when, or if, it came to soothe over her impatience. "I never set foot into my old schools computer lab. It smelled like spilled energy drink and something undesirable, but I believe it was desperation. It was awful. Tell me, why is it necessary for you to find out that information? What could you possibly want to do that you wouldn't have enough capacity or linear space to do?" He was totally going to destroy the government. 

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“Don’t really know whether you could call it a pursuit, more for selfish reasoning and trying to get out of my room. Haven’t really done much of that, which would be a logical why I haven’t really seen that many faces yet. Seem to be slowly.” In regards to her deduction, he merely gave a grunt of a response, halfway in agreement and halfway in frustration as an error message popped forth. Quickly soothed by a small amount of type and a quick command. “Advanced program, computer technology program, though I have my hands in a little bit of everything including some engineering. Least I can say is you’re the first magnet student I’ve met.”

Well he must have done something right, as a steady stream of information began to spring forth, filling the screen in front of him with gray rows of text and numbers. The system wasn’t half bad, wasn’t amazing, but he had to give it props for the fact that it was a public access network. “Top secret complex work.” A pause, “Not really, just dicking around in the computer system to see its capacity and internet locks. Better than my old schools tin cans they liked to call a computer lab.”

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Maybes do+n't pay the rent, much less fo+r a nearly-failing Maryam. And neither do+es vo+dka, if yo+ur landlo+rd has any business sense. Which is co+incidentally what I am learning abo+ut. I will co+me to+ yo+u with matters o+f the heart, o+r what have yo+u, but no+t studying.

Are yo+u telling me it wo+uldn’t be an o+ppo+tunity to+ get drunk, play video+ games, and attempt to+ co+erce me to+ drink with yo+u again, when yo+u will just giggle abo+ut ho+w much o+f an apparent light weight I am?

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She smiled, shaking her head. "I assumed you were Roxy, for a second, but that's clearly not the case. You might bring out my long winded side as much as my sister does. I'm Porrim, nice to meet you." She spoke in a friendly tone, but her looming silhouette with light coming only from two flashlights, and a few lights installed along the path behind her must have been disconcerting. It was, at least, a welcome relief for her as she sat down. "I hate to break you out of your literary stupor, or whatever you might want to call it, but I'm achingly curious. What program are you in, but more importantly, what are you reading?"

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Rose thrived in the night. It was something she had decided at a very young age. The crisp air against her pale skin, the gentle, forgiving glow of moonlight. It was magical or spooky depending on how it wanted to be presented. if it only provided more light, Rose was sure she would become a nocturnal creature.

She hadn’t been at the lake side for long, perhaps half an hour or so. Her day was filled with classes, her afternoon with assigned work. Most of it wouldn’t be due for days, but the sooner she had it finished, the more free time and less stress she would accumulate. It was sunset at the time she finished homework, meals, and the obligatory cleaning of her dorm room that her roommate kept cluttered despite her every effort.  She chose an activity to relax, deciding the soothing sounds of ripples and the breeze compiled with the vast worlds a good book could bring was a perfect activity. Followed, of course, by a good nights sleep. She hardly noticed she hadn’t changed from her uniform, being the type of person to shower in the morning. 

The flashlight that came installed with her phone and her favorite book in hand, she was rather buried in her reading, barely hearing the crunch of grass as someone approached. The voice, however, was largely enough to snap her to the reality not written on old, worn pages. 

"This seat in particular, much like the rest of the lakeside, is indeed open. I dare say the only occupied seat is the one where I am currently resting." Rose looked up from the yellowed pages to the girl who stood beside her. It was one of her sister’s friends, she believed. At the very least she looked similar. Perhaps she had gotten Rose confused with Roxy. As twins, they looked rather similar. Darkness was always opportune for getting features mixed up.

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"That blonde chick was likely one of my friends. I'm Porrim. I assume you're here for more technological pursuits than myself, as I am merely cleaning up sketches on a computer less fragile than my own laptop. Accelerated student?" She came to the conclusion aloud, something she rarely did, but this guy seemed like the type to appreciate fast paced, yet logical, decision making. It set her at ease, somehow. "I myself and an art magnet, specifically fashion."  She trailed off, vaguely moving her hands to portray meaning through her words, but she was merely filling the silence. She, too, was rather absorbed in her work already, straightening lines and adding colors she would never be able to find a colored pencil for. This might turn out well after all. She did always work best while multitasking, even if that multitasking was speaking to a mere acquaintance by the name of Hal. "If it's not too much of a distraction, would you mind telling me what your working on?" Her curiosity overwhelms her.

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Hal was seriously in a deep slump, not really, more of a lack of desire to do just about anything. Not that he ever did. Other than getting his side of the room set to exactly how he wanted it. An undertaking that had taken him all of 2 years to do at home that was now having to be recreated in a matter of a few days. Of course all things considered he cut out a good majority of time just because he knew how all the connections actually worked. Cut out a good majority of electric shocks, and probably avoided burning a hole in his carpet which he’d probably get a pretty big ticket for. At this point he was just surprised he hadn’t gotten the hammer dropped on him for swapping out the TVs in his dorm room. His roommate hadn’t commented, actually he didn’t even know the guys, somehow they just avoided each other or just missed each other due to conflicting schedules. One way or another, he was pretty convinced the dude was a unicorn and couldn’t be spotted unless he wanted you to spot him. Whatever, worked for him less need to force conversations and eventually end up in an awkward never ending silence.

Still, he should probably at some point get the hang for this place that was somewhere other than the walls of his dorm room. As comfortable as that whole thing was, he didn’t feel like getting lost on his first week because how lame would that be? Hello can I get a map for this place because its fucking huge, type of a deal. Yeah he’d look completely lame. Besides, he’d been meaning to check out the computer lab and their system set up which was probably the reason he’d found himself wandering through the rows of computers, logged into one and sifting through its history of whatever it was students did on a public access medium. Was that a pair of eyes on the back of his neck? The hair there seemed to think so, as he felt it bristle, the sound of someone entering catching his attention.

“Apparently I look like some dude who also attends here, though I haven’t caught him yet. Not that I’ve done much of my share of walking around. I mean I’ve done enough to get to catch a few faces, but I’ve only really talked to some blonde chick who mistook me for said lookalike on my first day. Not that you probably even wanted to know that. Names Hal, you are?” 

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"My rails continue to hold fast and keep me from plummeting into tyranny, don't worry. She just wants me to be able to check you into hospitals with more ease, and sign school forms, seeing as you're a minor and she apparently was left without a fax machine in the newest technological evolution?" She chuckled to herself. Kanaya always had been one to bring out her long winded side. "All I will do is that, if you don't include sisterly duties in the equation." She smiled, stopping and letting Kanaya catch up to her slightly before continuing. "Yes, most airports are this way, though unfortunately you have caught the upswing of foot traffic. Any minute now there will be an announcement about a lost child and a family on their way to their terminal will groan, alter their direction, and retrieve their scared toddler." She smirked, waiting a few seconds to continue speaking, seeing if her prophecy would come true. It didn't. Luckily, despite her apparent lack of omniscience, they finally broke from the large crowd, and reached the automated doors, sliding open for them as they stepped on the threshold. Porrim breathed in the air, slightly warm. It was too muggy for her tastes, but who could complain after being jostled by sweat stained tourists? She was a west coast girl at heart, and her sun tan always had come at the price of lovely sea breezes. "It's this way" she pointed towards the closest parking garage, hoisting another bag off of Kanaya's smaller shoulders as she walked. She was bound to have some killer jet lag coming soon, might as well help her sustain her energy. They stopped at a Volkswagen beetle, color hard to tell in the shade, though it appeared to be... tomato? Was tomato soup a color? She pulled out her keys, opening the backseat and stuffing luggage in, for she didn't like to use the trunk if she could help it, and it was obvious why she had the jade green seat cushions draped over each seat, the leather was worn rather thin below each of them. "You go around to the passengers seat, remember it's the opposite side from what you're used to."

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The idea of Porrim becoming her legal guardian was one that could either be brilliant, or end in a horrible mess involving a whirlwind of high heels and smudged mascara. God forbid the latter, but even the classiest of Maryams were liable to becoming hot messes at inconvenient moments. “Though you’re certainly more of a friend to me than a guardian, I don’t see why not. You’re not the type to go ‘off the rails’ and assume a total dictatorship over my life, are you?” Amidst the bustling crowd, it had completely slipped Kanaya’s mind how busy and disorderly American airports were, and just trying to navigate the area was a task that required tactical thinking. Dodging around three people who clearly had no intentions of being polite enough to make way for a girl with bags balanced precariously on each shoulder, many expletives were muttered beneath her breath as she nearly tripped over someone’s ugly fluorescent yellow suitcase.

"Are American airports always this arduous to navigate?" This was hardly a picturesque introduction to American life, then again, Kanaya was aware that the people within the boarding school wouldn’t be the same as the people here. "I’m becoming slightly disenchanted with ‘the American dream’, I must admit. My sanity will disintegrate at an alarming rate if everyone is this boisterous." Her experiences of the US were hazy summer dreams, vacations that flew by in what seemed like a matter of seconds, long drives along the west coast with her head in Porrim’s lap as Kanaya attempted to doze in order to combat carsickness… those were nice memories. In a way, being with Porrim was a blessing, and they’d finally be able to make up for all the fun times they had lost in each other’s absence.

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Unplanned rendezvous of the brooding variety

The day had been, as of yet, monotonous, leading to Porrim having her only fleeting regret of her meticulously organized schedule, order in the morning allowing chaos to reign in the afternoon, and indeed, the night. Her clock showed the time, but she paid little attention to it. Her roommate was already asleep, and the sun was as down as it was going to get, and she had a serious case of cabin fever. She never did sit out in the court yard and sketch, like she planned to do on her first day, and perhaps the lack of fresh air was getting to her. So, Porrim would her way to the lake behind the school, advertised by a large sign, on it emblazoned 'Lake Beforus' and below it, in spray paint: 'Swim at yr own rizk'. It wasn't extremely convincing of the untold dangers of the lake, but would lead to a good photograph, if she owned a camera that wasn't attached to her phone. Once again, as Porrim arrived, someone had already settled down, and appeared to be reading. Whether it was by flash or candlelight, she was uncertain, but she was unsure of a lot of things. Had they noticed her? Why were they still in their uniform at this hour? Why were they at the lake at this hour? She doubted it was for the same reason as her, but she figured it was worth a shot, anyways. Who doesn't want a midnight drawing buddy? As she approached the girl who obviously thought so much like herself, midnight walks and 'midnight-getting-comfortable-by the-lake's, Porrim spoke. "Hello, there. Is this seat taken?"

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Porrim had exactly one month for her deadline, and that very exactness sent shivers up her spine. Merely turning the page on her calendar would show the date- a very important one- written in bright red ink. 'Contest Submission Cut Off Date; All smudged and flattened as to fit in the box, and not run over into the others. The project was simple enough, create an original design, send in a rough, scale model pattern and sketch, have the opportunity to create that dress and two others, all on the magazine's dime. The creative process, however... it was a different story. She attempted different themes, silhouettes, color themes, even straying from her go to fabrics so that she could drape more easily. It wasn't long, but it was a lot of trial and error after that inspiration hit, as she would say if anyone asked, but it was more of a gentle 'oh, that isn't too bad' when you're being stared down by failure. And it felt like a miracle. She scanned her sketches after a but of manual retouching, and went to the computer lab, where they stored one or two tablets to complete the process needed. Much to her surprise, though, the computer lab was already occupied, by another student seeking knowledge or conversation, down time, anything, truly. Still, she didn't let that phase her, as he seemed as intent on his work as she was, or she had been, moments before. He looked... vaguely like Roxy's friend. Nevertheless, she sat down with her ancient laptop, setting it next to one of the desktop and transferring a few files as to make her like easier, directly across from the boy. "I hate to bother you, but you look rather familiar. Of course, this isn't the largest school population wise, and I've likely seen you in the halls, but it's difficult to remember. What's your name?"

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"I never assumed your acting skills would obtain irrelevance when paired with my fashion design. Don't you worry, your own reputation will build to a startling state as mine has, and you will be very confused all the time about the apparent fame your life operates under even as you sleep, of eat ice cream out of the container." She smirked, thinking back to all of the times thus far in this school that she had done things not all that characteristic of one held in high esteem by a prestigious academy. "Don't you worry, I wouldn't let you drive until you read at least a pamphlet or two on driving procedure, and began the process of learning to drive. Speaking of, Rosa was considering making me your legal guardian, since you are under 18 and she has very little confidence in strangers to take care of you. Would that be okay?" She asked, ignoring Kanaya's chiding tone as they meandered their way through the crowds of the airport, all the way to the parking lot Porrim had left her vehicle in.

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The cheap plastic rested gloriously atop her temple, shining in all its (forged) elegance, though it didn’t exactly dig into Kanaya’s hair in the way that one would naturally expect. An impulse decision led to thorough dousing of hairspray in order to keep her hair presentable and pristine to impress her sister, but Kanaya quickly hid the juvenile mistake by forcibly digging it past the stiff locks of her raven hair. “I’ll give you the full run-down, I promise, but you really shouldn’t be so willing to hand over your car keys to someone who can’t legally drive in Maine or the UK.” Oh, it was a typical thing for Porrim to do, but Kanaya’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it. It was almost admirable, how freely she seemed to live, it was something to be envious of.

Opening the boot with her free hand, the younger Maryam began assisting her with loading bags into the back. “My audition for the ‘Drama Magnet’, as they call it, seemed to be rather irrelevant when I mentioned that I was of relation to you. I assume you must pertain some sort of wonderful reputation here, if I got reactions like that all the way from little Birmingham?” Hoisting her suitcase upwards with Porrim’s assistance, it uncharacteristically slumped against the wayward bags as it landed in the boot. “We all knew you would achieve fame one day, Porrim, but we never knew it’d be quite on the worldwide scale.” She chided, half sarcastically, half genuinely. It was no secret that the Maryam’s were talented, but it seemed that it was an especially well-known fact amongst the school board that officiated the auditions.

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"Kanaya! How was your trip?" She grinned, hugging her sister tightly and grabbing the suitcase away from her surreptitiously so that she could ease her half-sisters burden and at the same time not get yelled at for it. "Oh, this old thing? Bah. I bought it this morning for you, and the easiest way to carry a tiara continues to be on your head." She chuckled, setting the shiny plastic head gear on Kanaya's head. "Stunning. I'm so proud of you! Rosa didn't say what program you're in, would you mind filling in the gaps in my knowledge for me?" Porrim herself hadn't even thought of applying to this school until last year, and only just applied after her mothers pushed her. Responsibilities are important, especially if they are in regards to a mother's health. Nevertheless, they were both here now, and Kanaya was so devoid of sun tan she looked like she was glowing, just as Porrim felt. She had missed her so much. She always had let her dress her up and do her makeup, and trusted her to drive even when all she had was a permit, and not being around someone who gives that kind of support takes a toll. "Oh! I need to hear everything, okay? About Rosa, your flight, your application paper, do you have a driver's permit yet? It's a little different in the states." She would be jumping up and down, if she wasn't in heels. Her little baby sister, finally the one to come see her instead of vice versa.

Long words, bereft of meaning

If Kanaya was described as ‘articulate-er’ in juxtaposition to her much-adored half-sister, Porrim, then she would immediately retaliate by grabbing some form of thesaurus to come up with a more extravagant word that would portray the same sort of meaning. Truly, ever since she was a little girl capable of tottering after her darling sister, she had been captivated by everything about her. The immaculate west-coast tan, which made her skin almost seem drastically alabaster in comparison, the little drawls in her accent that made her gushworthy- and, oh god, don’t even /let/ her get started about her fashion.

It had been so long since they had last seen each other in the flesh, and if Kanaya was being truthful, the nerves that rarely came to her flared up intensely at the thought of seeing her once again. Though she deigned to admit it, Porrim was… her idol. To put it plainly. Having idols was unhealthy, of course, but Kanaya practically worshipped the ground she walked on. All she ever saw was a pristine woman, and even standing next to her was more than a little demoralising.

However, as she stepped out of the international arrivals zone and into the warm draft that Maine provided during the summer, Kanaya’s eyes lit up at the sight of her sister- wait, was it even humanely possible to have grown to such a colossal height in such a short space of time? Nonetheless, dragging her hefty suitcase and the bag over her shoulder towards the older Maryam. “Porrim!” Throwing a single arm over her for a brief hug, she quickly pulled away to elicit a friendly jest at the crown adorning her head. “May I be so inclined to ask, is that tiara a metaphor, or were you simply feeling like a trendsetter this morning?”

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"Oh, thank god, I really didn't want to see you in a floppy sunhat, much less be held responsible for it. I'm much to busy complaining about misogyny on Tumblr to make so many different things all at once." Porrim held the spoon between her teeth, looking over at him with a smirk before taking the spoon out and speaking. "Well, it's a lucky thing I wear this alien garment known as a bra, used to stop that sort of thing. Granted, it is uncomfortable, but this ice cream merely rounds out my caloric intake for the day, instead of summing up the entire mass a 6'2" high schooler needs until his piercing heals, which may be a while." She snorted, shoveling more ice cream into her mouth. Very unladylike. "I can guarantee it hurt more as it was getting pierced, though."

"Nah, its all good. You don’t gotta make me somethin." he shook his head and tugged the blanket over his legs, scooting back to cross his legs on the bed. He tore the seal on the icecream pulled the lid off, sticking the spoon into it to let it get stuck. "This was both a good idea and a bad idea. Like, I like the piercing but ugh I couldn’t eat shit yesterday for the rest of the day, my tongue so much worse. Yours probably sucks more though, cuz it’s all rubbin on your shirt."