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ax_mainLil tries to bond with her fellow Canadians. It doesn't go particularly well.
Brigitte glanced around the cafeteria again through the fall of her hair, subtly checking out the rest of the freak brigade they'd somehow found themselves a part of. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised by how many people looked weird, or how many looked normal.
Brigitte rolled her eyes as she saw dragon wing chick a few tables away, and gestured towards the girl with her head, drawing Ginger's attention to her. "Look, it's little miss definitely-not-a-terrorist," she snarked, referencing the video they'd watched after the girl, Tamara, had commented on their intro post.
"To the mutants out there," Ginger mocked, using a high-pitched whine of a voice, "eyeliner and lip gloss make me special."
"And are the key to making equal rights possible," Brigitte murmured back in a mock-serious voice, a flash of a grin directed at her plate as she tucked her chin down to hide her face from anyone watching them in return.
Lil grabbed her lunch and stopped to survey the cafeteria for a place to sit. She'd come late so her normal crew had already finished but there was a table with two girls at it and a whole lot of room otherwise. They were the new girls, the ones who hadn't been exactly friendly on the forum but hey, they were just following in Lil's footsteps on that one, right? She walked over and put her tray down on the table. "Hey! You guys are other Canucks, right?"
Ginger’s smirk disappeared as they were interrupted by the super tall girl. After a long, almost stunned pause, she answered, “Yeah.”
Having been half anticipating some sort of blowback from their botched rescue all day (and with her experience of how getting someone's attention at their old school usually went), Brigitte's response to being approached was to hunch down even further, warily glancing up at the girl before scanning the rest of the room to see if anyone else was watching, either in anticipation or in preparation to join in.
Shit, they did not look comfortable at all. Not surprising considering Lil had spent her first couple of weeks futilely trying to keep to her head down. They were dealing with a new school, weird students, a whole 'nother country... and if any of the rumours were even close to true, a pretty stressful start to all that. Lil pulled out a chair to sit across from the two of them. "I'm Lil. I sorta talked to you guys on the forum. Welcome to the school."
Ah, right, the overenthusiastic Canadian. Brigitte relaxed a little, looking to her sister for reassurance before sweeping her gaze over Lil to settle somewhere near her chin. "I'm Brigitte," she said without much inflection.
Ginger shot a look at her sister - apparently Brigitte was serious about this 'playing nice' bullshit - before sizing up Lil across the table, adding, "Ginger."
Lil caught Ginger's look but shrugged it off. If she wanted her to piss off, she could tell her outright. "Hope it doesn't take you too long to get used to stuff here."
Brigitte pursed her lips for a second, considering, before saying with just a touch of humor and a sideways glance to her sister, "Things are different here."
Ginger snorted, because no shit things were ‘different’ here. “Yeah,” she agreed dryly, raising an eyebrow at Brigitte. “Different.”
"Yeah. I don't know what you guys are used to, but it was like walking on Mars for me when I got here." Lil opened her bottle of juice and took a sip. "Basic rundown is that most of the kids are okay. There's a fuckton of rich boys here so you have to sort of watch your step so you don't step in their precious shit, but even some of them aren't too bad. Lots of the kids are like, gay or bi or... " What was that one kid who looked like he was Japanese but talked like he was from Mexico? "transgender? So if you're part of that club, you're good, if not, watch your mouth so you don't hurt anyone. There's also so many fucking Americans. So many. So get used to this country being talked about like it's the center of the universe. And if you need anything, just ask. I'll help if I can, but most of the kids are decent enough that they will too."
Brigitte shot a startled look up at Lil's face. That had actually been some useful information. "Thanks," she said almost reflexively. She didn't really give a shit about any of that sexuality or gender crap, as long as people weren't trying to play that card just to get some sympathy (which was just annoying) but she'd rather not get beat up for pissing off the wrong person.
Ginger glanced at Brigitte, then returned to staring at Lil. “Gee, sounds like fun.”
"Eh, until you step in the wrong shit, but even then it's not a complete loss. I think I've pretty much managed to piss off everyone you shouldn't and I'm still doing a whole lot better then I ever did at home. Honest to god, you can't fuck up worse than I have." Lil smiled and picked up half a sandwich. There were three in all so she'd have to put a little work into lunch to get down before her next class.
Brigitte shot a small glare at Ginger. She should know better than to turn down free information. "Who is the worst person to piss off?" She purposefully didn't look over to where she thought she'd seen the ice guy earlier. After the first nasty looks he'd delivered, she was pretty sure that was a burnt bridge, and it would be just their luck if he was the king of the castle.
Ginger had other things on her mind - specifically, staring skeptically at the huge amount of food in front of Lil. “...hungry?” she asked, with her best fake smile, since Lil didn’t seem to pick up on her sarcasm. Didn’t matter, Brigitte would.
Lil looked from one to the other as she decided who to answer first. Might as well go in order. "God, if you asked someone else they might say me. I got a reputation 'cause I was sort of prickly for awhile. But really... like I said before, I've stepped in all the shit and really it hasn't amounted to too much. I got people who don't want to talk to me, but that's about it."
She turned to Ginger. "And yeah. I eat a ton. A lot of the kids do for different reasons, but mine is that I got some sort of field around me." She stuck her sandwich in her mouth and grabbed her butter knife. She'd never bothered with a stunt like this but these girls, Ginger at least, seemed to have a bit of a familiar edge and she doubted it would phase them. She put her free hand on the table, held the knife up, then brought it down as hard as she could on the back of the other hand. She put the sandwich down again and grinned. "See? Force field. I'm invulnerable."
Brigitte turned from where she'd had a disbelieving eyebrow raised at her sister for daring to say anything about hunger - she was on the verge of dropping Norman's name - when Lil picked up the knife. "Shit!" she exclaimed at Lil's stunt, pulling backwards before immediately leaning forwards, staring at Lil's hand. She tried to detect any sign of the, Jesus, force field, apparently. What the hell kind of sci fi shit was this?
Ginger's eyes went wide at the demonstration, and a smirk flickered across her lips. Not bad. Maybe this chick wasn't a total write-off. "Cool trick."
Lil held her hand up to look at it herself. "Yeah, not bad. I've been like this for as long as I can remember. Fire, electricity, cold, car crashes... Haven't managed to find something that could hurt me yet. And you guys are like werewolves or something?"
"Ginger is," Brigitte confirmed, leaning back again.
Ginger smiled, but coldly. "And Brigitte gets to see the people I want to eat."
"Well that's pretty fucking disturbing." She was shocked for just a moment but no way was she going to let that show. "I'm glad I'm too tough for you to make a snack of."
Brigitte paled a little as a little slideshow of all her visions played in her head, dismembered animals and people, viscera everywhere. She was haunted enough by them in her own head, it was a little shocking to hear it phrased so bluntly by her sister. "Yeah," she agreed, gulping and turning her head away so she didn't have to look at any of their food. Ugh, she was not gonna hurl on her second day here.
"Aw shit, I'm sorry." Lil watched as Brigitte's face lost colour and immediately knew it had been really fucking stupid to play it cool over that statement. "That must be fucking awful. Nothing to joke about."
"It's fine," Brigitte said quickly, still not looking at anyone or anything. She just needed another second to push it to the back of her mind, where all the irrelevant information belonged.
"No, it's a walk in the fucking park," Ginger shot back at Lil with a glare, suddenly protective of Brigitte.
Well, she deserved that. "Sorry, my mouth is faster than my brain half the time. Look, if you guys need anything, I got your back, okay? I'm good for that at least."
"Ginger," Brigitte hissed quietly, annoyed that Ginger was putting the blame on Lil for something that she had did. She looked up at Lil and quirked half her mouth in a fairly pathetic smile. "It's fine. Really. And, um, thanks?"
Ginger turned to shoot a glare at Brigitte. What, were they friends with this chick now?
"No problem. I sort of wish the school would like, pair new kids up with someone so it wasn't so weird." Maybe something to mention to the Prof is she got up the nerve to go talk to him again. Maybe Shen too. That almost sounded like an activist club thing, didn't it?
Brigitte was a little horrified at the thought of being either stuck with someone else or, god forbid, having to mentor another student down the line. "I, um, I'm sure some people would like that." She turned to see if Ginger shared her repulsion.
"Other people," Ginger said bluntly.
"I know I would've hated it myself, but it sure would have saved me a lot of crap." She glanced up at the cafeteria clock. Enough time to finish the one sandwich but the others, thankfully wrapped, would have to carried out for a free-period snack.
Brigitte checked the clock herself, frowning. They had to leave soon, but she couldn't remember what they had next. One of the online classes. Maybe Algebra 2, or French. She looked back at her sister and tilted her head, silently asking if she was ready to be done with the socializing.
Ginger was pretty sure Lil here would’ve fucked things up even if there’d been some kind of mutant buddy system. “Maybe you just suck at making friends,” she deadpanned, with zero smile to take the edge off it.
There was a passing urge to reach across the table, grab Ginger by the hair, and smash her face into the table, but only passing, and it was quickly replaced by the realization that this was sort of what JP and Shen must've faced she'd had her fights with them. Not that she was going to deal with Ginger the way they'd dealt with her. She had Teddy's example. If he could sit patiently and listen to her spout homophobic bullshit and still offer her a hand, she'd do that much for these girls. "I really do, but if you want to know who the best kids at the school are, who'll stick with someone even when they're being an asshole, pay attention to who my friends are."
She forced herself to give them as genuine a smile as she could manage, grabbed her sandwiches and stood up. "I'm in room 208. I don't have a roommate to bother so you can drop by anytime you need to, and I've got a stash of drinks and junk food I lifted from the kitchen if you just want someplace to hang for awhile. Nice to meet you guys." There. Invitation sent. The way these two acted, they might need it.
Brigitte, having closed her eyes in despair at Ginger's words - not what she meant by being done with socializing - barely managed a pained sounding "Thanks." It wasn't like she was planning to take Lil up on the offer, but Brigitte had always thought it was stupid to turn down help when you needed it. She knew from experience that Ginger would rather cut off her own tail than admit she needed help in the first place.
Ginger just rolled her eyes and waved Lil off with an intensely sarcastic smile. "Buh-bye." The smile dropped as soon as she looked back at Brigitte.
"Well, she isn't the only one who sucks at making friends, Ginger," Brigitte snarked, reaching down into her bag to pull out her journal, where she'd written down their schedules.
Ginger just made a face at Brigitte and went back to her food. No way Brigitte meant it, they didn't have friends. Other people were a fucking waste.
Brigitte glanced around the cafeteria again through the fall of her hair, subtly checking out the rest of the freak brigade they'd somehow found themselves a part of. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised by how many people looked weird, or how many looked normal.
Brigitte rolled her eyes as she saw dragon wing chick a few tables away, and gestured towards the girl with her head, drawing Ginger's attention to her. "Look, it's little miss definitely-not-a-terrorist," she snarked, referencing the video they'd watched after the girl, Tamara, had commented on their intro post.
"To the mutants out there," Ginger mocked, using a high-pitched whine of a voice, "eyeliner and lip gloss make me special."
"And are the key to making equal rights possible," Brigitte murmured back in a mock-serious voice, a flash of a grin directed at her plate as she tucked her chin down to hide her face from anyone watching them in return.
Lil grabbed her lunch and stopped to survey the cafeteria for a place to sit. She'd come late so her normal crew had already finished but there was a table with two girls at it and a whole lot of room otherwise. They were the new girls, the ones who hadn't been exactly friendly on the forum but hey, they were just following in Lil's footsteps on that one, right? She walked over and put her tray down on the table. "Hey! You guys are other Canucks, right?"
Ginger’s smirk disappeared as they were interrupted by the super tall girl. After a long, almost stunned pause, she answered, “Yeah.”
Having been half anticipating some sort of blowback from their botched rescue all day (and with her experience of how getting someone's attention at their old school usually went), Brigitte's response to being approached was to hunch down even further, warily glancing up at the girl before scanning the rest of the room to see if anyone else was watching, either in anticipation or in preparation to join in.
Shit, they did not look comfortable at all. Not surprising considering Lil had spent her first couple of weeks futilely trying to keep to her head down. They were dealing with a new school, weird students, a whole 'nother country... and if any of the rumours were even close to true, a pretty stressful start to all that. Lil pulled out a chair to sit across from the two of them. "I'm Lil. I sorta talked to you guys on the forum. Welcome to the school."
Ah, right, the overenthusiastic Canadian. Brigitte relaxed a little, looking to her sister for reassurance before sweeping her gaze over Lil to settle somewhere near her chin. "I'm Brigitte," she said without much inflection.
Ginger shot a look at her sister - apparently Brigitte was serious about this 'playing nice' bullshit - before sizing up Lil across the table, adding, "Ginger."
Lil caught Ginger's look but shrugged it off. If she wanted her to piss off, she could tell her outright. "Hope it doesn't take you too long to get used to stuff here."
Brigitte pursed her lips for a second, considering, before saying with just a touch of humor and a sideways glance to her sister, "Things are different here."
Ginger snorted, because no shit things were ‘different’ here. “Yeah,” she agreed dryly, raising an eyebrow at Brigitte. “Different.”
"Yeah. I don't know what you guys are used to, but it was like walking on Mars for me when I got here." Lil opened her bottle of juice and took a sip. "Basic rundown is that most of the kids are okay. There's a fuckton of rich boys here so you have to sort of watch your step so you don't step in their precious shit, but even some of them aren't too bad. Lots of the kids are like, gay or bi or... " What was that one kid who looked like he was Japanese but talked like he was from Mexico? "transgender? So if you're part of that club, you're good, if not, watch your mouth so you don't hurt anyone. There's also so many fucking Americans. So many. So get used to this country being talked about like it's the center of the universe. And if you need anything, just ask. I'll help if I can, but most of the kids are decent enough that they will too."
Brigitte shot a startled look up at Lil's face. That had actually been some useful information. "Thanks," she said almost reflexively. She didn't really give a shit about any of that sexuality or gender crap, as long as people weren't trying to play that card just to get some sympathy (which was just annoying) but she'd rather not get beat up for pissing off the wrong person.
Ginger glanced at Brigitte, then returned to staring at Lil. “Gee, sounds like fun.”
"Eh, until you step in the wrong shit, but even then it's not a complete loss. I think I've pretty much managed to piss off everyone you shouldn't and I'm still doing a whole lot better then I ever did at home. Honest to god, you can't fuck up worse than I have." Lil smiled and picked up half a sandwich. There were three in all so she'd have to put a little work into lunch to get down before her next class.
Brigitte shot a small glare at Ginger. She should know better than to turn down free information. "Who is the worst person to piss off?" She purposefully didn't look over to where she thought she'd seen the ice guy earlier. After the first nasty looks he'd delivered, she was pretty sure that was a burnt bridge, and it would be just their luck if he was the king of the castle.
Ginger had other things on her mind - specifically, staring skeptically at the huge amount of food in front of Lil. “...hungry?” she asked, with her best fake smile, since Lil didn’t seem to pick up on her sarcasm. Didn’t matter, Brigitte would.
Lil looked from one to the other as she decided who to answer first. Might as well go in order. "God, if you asked someone else they might say me. I got a reputation 'cause I was sort of prickly for awhile. But really... like I said before, I've stepped in all the shit and really it hasn't amounted to too much. I got people who don't want to talk to me, but that's about it."
She turned to Ginger. "And yeah. I eat a ton. A lot of the kids do for different reasons, but mine is that I got some sort of field around me." She stuck her sandwich in her mouth and grabbed her butter knife. She'd never bothered with a stunt like this but these girls, Ginger at least, seemed to have a bit of a familiar edge and she doubted it would phase them. She put her free hand on the table, held the knife up, then brought it down as hard as she could on the back of the other hand. She put the sandwich down again and grinned. "See? Force field. I'm invulnerable."
Brigitte turned from where she'd had a disbelieving eyebrow raised at her sister for daring to say anything about hunger - she was on the verge of dropping Norman's name - when Lil picked up the knife. "Shit!" she exclaimed at Lil's stunt, pulling backwards before immediately leaning forwards, staring at Lil's hand. She tried to detect any sign of the, Jesus, force field, apparently. What the hell kind of sci fi shit was this?
Ginger's eyes went wide at the demonstration, and a smirk flickered across her lips. Not bad. Maybe this chick wasn't a total write-off. "Cool trick."
Lil held her hand up to look at it herself. "Yeah, not bad. I've been like this for as long as I can remember. Fire, electricity, cold, car crashes... Haven't managed to find something that could hurt me yet. And you guys are like werewolves or something?"
"Ginger is," Brigitte confirmed, leaning back again.
Ginger smiled, but coldly. "And Brigitte gets to see the people I want to eat."
"Well that's pretty fucking disturbing." She was shocked for just a moment but no way was she going to let that show. "I'm glad I'm too tough for you to make a snack of."
Brigitte paled a little as a little slideshow of all her visions played in her head, dismembered animals and people, viscera everywhere. She was haunted enough by them in her own head, it was a little shocking to hear it phrased so bluntly by her sister. "Yeah," she agreed, gulping and turning her head away so she didn't have to look at any of their food. Ugh, she was not gonna hurl on her second day here.
"Aw shit, I'm sorry." Lil watched as Brigitte's face lost colour and immediately knew it had been really fucking stupid to play it cool over that statement. "That must be fucking awful. Nothing to joke about."
"It's fine," Brigitte said quickly, still not looking at anyone or anything. She just needed another second to push it to the back of her mind, where all the irrelevant information belonged.
"No, it's a walk in the fucking park," Ginger shot back at Lil with a glare, suddenly protective of Brigitte.
Well, she deserved that. "Sorry, my mouth is faster than my brain half the time. Look, if you guys need anything, I got your back, okay? I'm good for that at least."
"Ginger," Brigitte hissed quietly, annoyed that Ginger was putting the blame on Lil for something that she had did. She looked up at Lil and quirked half her mouth in a fairly pathetic smile. "It's fine. Really. And, um, thanks?"
Ginger turned to shoot a glare at Brigitte. What, were they friends with this chick now?
"No problem. I sort of wish the school would like, pair new kids up with someone so it wasn't so weird." Maybe something to mention to the Prof is she got up the nerve to go talk to him again. Maybe Shen too. That almost sounded like an activist club thing, didn't it?
Brigitte was a little horrified at the thought of being either stuck with someone else or, god forbid, having to mentor another student down the line. "I, um, I'm sure some people would like that." She turned to see if Ginger shared her repulsion.
"Other people," Ginger said bluntly.
"I know I would've hated it myself, but it sure would have saved me a lot of crap." She glanced up at the cafeteria clock. Enough time to finish the one sandwich but the others, thankfully wrapped, would have to carried out for a free-period snack.
Brigitte checked the clock herself, frowning. They had to leave soon, but she couldn't remember what they had next. One of the online classes. Maybe Algebra 2, or French. She looked back at her sister and tilted her head, silently asking if she was ready to be done with the socializing.
Ginger was pretty sure Lil here would’ve fucked things up even if there’d been some kind of mutant buddy system. “Maybe you just suck at making friends,” she deadpanned, with zero smile to take the edge off it.
There was a passing urge to reach across the table, grab Ginger by the hair, and smash her face into the table, but only passing, and it was quickly replaced by the realization that this was sort of what JP and Shen must've faced she'd had her fights with them. Not that she was going to deal with Ginger the way they'd dealt with her. She had Teddy's example. If he could sit patiently and listen to her spout homophobic bullshit and still offer her a hand, she'd do that much for these girls. "I really do, but if you want to know who the best kids at the school are, who'll stick with someone even when they're being an asshole, pay attention to who my friends are."
She forced herself to give them as genuine a smile as she could manage, grabbed her sandwiches and stood up. "I'm in room 208. I don't have a roommate to bother so you can drop by anytime you need to, and I've got a stash of drinks and junk food I lifted from the kitchen if you just want someplace to hang for awhile. Nice to meet you guys." There. Invitation sent. The way these two acted, they might need it.
Brigitte, having closed her eyes in despair at Ginger's words - not what she meant by being done with socializing - barely managed a pained sounding "Thanks." It wasn't like she was planning to take Lil up on the offer, but Brigitte had always thought it was stupid to turn down help when you needed it. She knew from experience that Ginger would rather cut off her own tail than admit she needed help in the first place.
Ginger just rolled her eyes and waved Lil off with an intensely sarcastic smile. "Buh-bye." The smile dropped as soon as she looked back at Brigitte.
"Well, she isn't the only one who sucks at making friends, Ginger," Brigitte snarked, reaching down into her bag to pull out her journal, where she'd written down their schedules.
Ginger just made a face at Brigitte and went back to her food. No way Brigitte meant it, they didn't have friends. Other people were a fucking waste.
