Quite Content ((Open?))

[Ranyr Crenova]

{//hoping Ranyr will meet some more peeps besides Gyan, yah? ^_^ }

Her head peeked around the door, peering into a clean, empty, and quite obviously unused classroom. Deeming it safe, she slipped inside and seated herself in one of the desks, pulling out some parchment and a feather-pen to start scribbling some notes or assignment of some sort. Ranyr propped her feet ontop of the desk, leaning back in her chair and eventually just let the pen write for itself, making a repetetive skritchy sound that just seemed to become more and more distant as the quiet started to get to her.

{//I sucks at the starting of threads O-o; }

[Fork]

Fork peeked around the door, face twitching at random intervals. She had an odd perspective of the room and the tiny (this was an unfair judgement, for Fork was quite petite herself) girl within, as she was on her hands and knees in the hallway, but she nonetheless was able to deem the girl unfamiliar. Not that it much mattered. Nothing much mattered when she was in one of her moods.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she muttered, loud enough to be audible, "Exception taken to the idealized concept of diffusion attraction inquiry consequential of acceptable irritation."

[Stradivarius deMorvang]

((Haha, translation: the scritchy noise carries into the hallway and would be annoying to Fork except that she's curious about Ranyr. Took me a while to figure that out.))

[Ranyr Crenova]

{//Ah, thanks. xD I didn't get that one at all!}

Ranyr flinched slightly at the sound of a stranger's voice. In the doorway behind her stood a girl robed the same as herself, but decidedly blank in appearance otherwise. Irritated, Ranyr looked her over suspiciously, catching nothing but the slight narrowing of the girl's eyes.

"Yes?" she responded, not wanting to admit anything relative to her lack of understanding to her... statement. The pen stopped writing and clattered on to the desk. "Are you looking for something?" Although her appearance had made Ranyr rather distraught, the threat of guilt prevented her from any more honest--and venemou--remarks.