ArchivedLogs:Paper Cranes

Paper Cranes
Dramatis Personae Hailey, Jack, K.C.
In Absentia	2015-09-13 '
Location <XS> Art Room - FL2
Smells of paints and chalks and turpentine mingle freely in this room, well-used, well-stocked. Natural light flows in, plentiful through the large windows. The long counter-like tables are speckled with spots of color, and half finished projects often stand on easels or propped in corners. The many cupboards lining the walls are crammed full of art supplies. With the weekend drawing to a close, some students are trying to squeeze out last bits of fun and relaxation from the weekend. At least that's what Jack had in mind once he got back to the school with some of the others he'd been in the city with. Dressed in basketball shorts and a plain red t-shirt, the invisible teen is perched on a stool and working quietly on folding some paper. He's in the middle of some origami but its not clear what he's making just yet. There's a pair of paper cranes slowly floating around in the air above him though, occasionally flapping little paper wings as Jack keeps them aloft with his telekinesis. Hailey yawns as she fades through from the wall with a little thump from her heavy boots. She stretches a little bit as she looks at the floating cranes, "Hmm a pair of floating paper birds, I wonder if I should use them for target practice. She says as she mumbles letting the shadows around her roil and flicker, twisting like blades and tendrils as she smirks. K.C. is an unfamiliar face around the school -- in other years it'd probably be easy to get to know all the new students in a matter of days but with the veritable flood of new students joining /this/ year in particular, it's probably been harder than usual to keep track of all the new faces. The teenager slipping into the art room right now is pretty nondescript. Dark skin, hair shorn down short, baggy Xavier's sweatshirt and faded old carpenter jeans that make it kind of hard to pin a gender on her. Large brown eyes peer up, first at the fluttering cranes and then over at Hailey. Back at the cranes. One hand is held slightly in front of her, fingers tapping absently at the air. "No." In a sort of husky-low voice, almost to herself. "Maybe. Yes. No. Yes. No. Are they yours?" The thump gets Jack's attention and he glances up at Hailey. He frowns invisibly, shoulders tensing. Before he can reply, someone new entering the room gets the invisible teen glancing at the door and then he sighs. "Really, the school year just started and you're trying to pick a fight?" he asks Hailey. Yes, the floating clothes under the floating cranes talk. The paper birds turn slowly in the air to face Hailey, Jack ready to move them if he needs to. "They're mine," he clarifies for the newcomer. "Hi." Hailey rolls her shoulders a little and uses her shadows to pull a chair over in which she flops rather uncerimoniously. "I'm not picking a fight, it's my way of saying hi." She snickers a bit, crossing her boots. "So what are you even in here for? Not out partying or ya know... spying or whatever people do when they're invisible." "Yours," K.C. echoes, head dipping once (and then twice, and then again) in a nod. "Yours. His. His -- no. No target practice. Shouldn't destroy things that aren't yours." Now her head is shaking as she moves further into the room, her fingers fluttering towards the cranes, this time. She heads past them soon enough, though, circling the room slowly once. On her second circuit of the room she starts to open up the cabinets, poking into them to explore their contents. "In here for school." "Uh huh..." Jack was skeptical but let it go. He lowered the cranes to the table and continued to work on what he was making. "I don't spy on people," he mutters. "I came in here to relax," he the floating shirt shrugs. He watches K.C. for a few moments before speaking up again. "Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help find it." Hailey shrugs a little herself the shadows around her settling to their natural states. "Hnn I thought that was like...every invisible boy's dream to go and spy on stuff." She chuckles a little bit, rolling her neck slightly before looking over at the new entry. She carefully stretches. "The mess hall maybe? Snacks at midnight?~" "I spy." For a moment, K.C.'s brows wrinkle faintly, but then smooth out. She closes one cabinet, moves on to the next. Her fingers trace over a box of pastels, leaves it precisely where it is, carries on. "It's not midnight. Food is downstairs. I don't eat these -- no. Not snacks." This cabinet door closes, too. Her head tips in faint curiosity as she opens another drawer. This time there is a box of condoms. She taps at this, too, thoughtfully, and leaves it where it is. "-- For art?" "Like what?" Jack rolls his eyes a bit. He's already thinking he'll probably regret asking. "Looking for art? Uhh...I think some people left projects out...any specific kind of art?" he asks, glancing at Hailey a moment and then back to K.C. Hailey looks the items over with an arc of her brow. "Well I know some stuff you could do with that, but some people wouldn't consider it art." She laughs a bit and looks at her phone. "Hmmm, I should jet, I wanna stalk the grounds a bit more while it's still dark." She gives a flick of her wrist. "Later~" And with that she falls back from her chair plummeting towards the floor before being absorbed through in a wisp of shadow. "Just looking." K.C.'s shoulders tense, her frown deepening sharply at Hailey's answer. "No, these are /art/ supplies, they're for making art. I read the sign on the door that's what this room is for. Why is she --" She has a very small sharp twitch of her shoulders when Hailey abruptly vanishes, her eyes focusing down on the floor and then back up at the cabinets. "Why is she stalking?" Jack just shakes his head as Hailey shadow-ports away. He stares at the spot on the floor and then looks back to K.C.. "Because she's not a very nice person," he replies evenly. He's no fan of the shadow manipulator. "My name's Jack, by the way," he finally introduces himself. "How's the school been for you so far?" he asks, assuming the unfamiliar face is one of thr new students. "Not very nice," K.C. echoes, frown lingering. "By the way --" She stops, closing the drawer and letting her fingers dance up its outside. "K.C. Me. That's me, I'm K.C. That's with two letters." She doesn't look at Jack, but holds up two fingers towards him descriptively. "School is loud. Sometimes loud. City is loud too. Lots of classes -- do you have those too?" Jack again stops whatever he's putting together and tilts his head to the side. "Well, nice meeting you, K.C.," he offers. He hums faintly at the strange way of speaking and all the wandering around the room. "The school will probably get a little louder once everyone settles in. There are quiet places if you look for them though," he says. "Like here is usually quiet," the invisible teen adds. "Do I have classes? Well...yeah. I'm a student here too." "Nice meeting you. The school will get louder -- always gets louder. Here is loud. Now. It's loud in here -- loud everywhere." K.C. drops her hand to her side, finishing her circuit of the room and now moving back to the door. "You're doing art. That's what this room is for. I'm not doing art I shouldn't be in here now. I just wanted to look. Do you have art classes? I don't have those. Now." "Loud...do you have super hearing or something?" Jack asks, glancing around as if expecting to see some source of noise he's oblivious to. "I don't think you have to be doing an art project just to be in here..." he trails off, confused. "I've got public speaking this term as my art class." "Super hearing or something." A small smile flashes across K.C.'s face. "Yeah, yeah or something. Or something. Are there supplies for that? Speaking? For public speaking? I didn't see those. Supplies. I saw paints and pastels and markers and paper and scissors and knives and -- I didn't see speaking supplies." Her finger flicks towards the cabinets in turn as she lists supplies. "Okay-yeah I should find the next room now. There's a music room, that one's for music? It's on my list. Okay, by the way, nice meeting you Jack." Jack's just confused now. "I'm pretty sure the only supply I'd need is me...I mean sure maybe index cards or paper and those are here but.." Jack trails off, a sleeve lifting as he gestures around the room. When K.C. says she's leaving, Jack blinks and rubs the back of his neck. "Okay um...have fun exploring out there."