Two Grey Girls (Gina)

It was day upon which there was nothing to do. Gina didn't particularly care to go outside, nor did she want to work on her studies, hang out in her room, or do anything, really-- be she didn't want to do nothing, either, thus she did the only other thing that she could think to do. The petite gargoyle stalked the halls in search of open doors, for open doors meant that there was some sort of activity within, and that others were welcome to join. So far, Gina had peeked in on a video gaming session, gossiping, and a study group, none of which she cared for. Thus, she was still door-hopping. She'd walk through the entire boys' wing and was now in the girls', making the loop back towards her bedroom.

It was at that point in time that she spied one of many open doors that she'd come across upon that day, and she poked her head in. Who roomed there had slipped her mind, thus she didn't go parading in as if she owned the place. An unfamiliar girl with reddish-blonde hair was bent over a suitcase, pondering over its unpacked contents.

A new person!

Gina perked up slightly upon her finding, a small grin touching upon her lips. The young teen enjoyed playing the welcome wagon for new students, so she was always delighted to see them. Lest she freak the other girl out, though, by darting into the room, Gina opted for a more conservative rap upon the door frame.

"Hello?"

The girl turned and began to answer, but her greeting was quickly cut short by a muted yell.

>> "Hello! Ah'm new herr! Mah name's--ah!"

Gina also jumped, ducking back behind the door. The girl was unpacking, and could have been wielding a projectile of the heavy variety. Gina took cover to avoid getting pelted by a book, or something of the sort. And anyone who would have made the argument that no one would throw a book at a girl like Gina-- worser things had happened than that. There was a short, pregnant silence, and Gina dared to peek back around the doorway, this time only peering with one eye, and the top part of her head, exposed.

The new girl seemed incredibly embarrassed, if her blush was anything to go by. One hand had fallen to her cheek in awe.

>> "Oh mah God, Ah'm sae sorra! Ah dinnae mean ta be rude! Ya surprised meh, but tha's no excuse to act like 'at!"

Words shot out of her mouth at a mile a minute, before coming to an awkward pause. She seemed to be apologizing to the floor. Gina came to the realization that she probably wasn't going to get hit with a book, and casually eased into the doorway, exposing her entirety... if the new kid had a heart attack over her face, just wait until she caught sight of the rest of Gina. The young gargoyle slouched against the doorway. She wouldn't invite herself in.

>> "Ah'm sorry. Ah'm Rebecca Grey. S'nice ta meet ya."

Her gaze returned to Gina, and latched onto her hesitantly, and Gina smiled as she extended her hand out to Gina. The question was, was she just being polite, or did she really want to shake hands? Gina slinked into the bedroom cautiously, scanning the area for potential projectiles as she went, and soon found herself before the other girl. Rebecca Grey.

"Regina Schuyler," Gina reciprocated, accepting the handshake, "But everybody calls me Gina. Nice to meet you, Becca. Welcome to Xaiver's." Her tone was warm. It was to be assumed that Rebecca was new, because seasoned students of Xavier's didn't yelp at Gina. Not that Gina minded.

Yeah, nicknames were a win-or-lose kind of thing. People either took to them, or didn't care for them at all. Rebecca diddn't seem to mind, so Gina maintained that it was alright to call her "Becca"

>> "Thank ye, Gina. Ah ist got herr puckle minutes ago, actually. Ah'm unpacking, but yoor marr than welcome tae sit doon."

Gina liked how Rebecca spoke, but had more manners about her than to ask where Rebecca was from.

"I think that I will," Gina agreed, sitting on the unoccupied bed lightly, looking around the dormitory. The rooms were so bland when people were just moving in, so empty without someone already in the room.

>> "Once Ah'm dann, mebbe ye can shaw me th' kitchen? Ah'd love a snack."

"Of course," Gina agreed, grinning, "There's two places that you can get food-- a kitchenette, which is attached to the living room, and then the real kitchen. I'll show you both, just in-case."

>> "Thenk ye! Sae hoo lang have ye lived harr?"

"A year, as of this month," Gina replied, nodding her head, "It's totally surreal, though- doesn't feel like it's been a year at all. 'Time flies when you're having fun,' and all."

The gargoyle smiled faintly and reclined, using her hands to steady herself as she did so.

>> "Ah have tae admit, Ah'm a wee nervoos. I've ne'er lived awa' frae home, lit alone Scootlund."

Scotland? Wow, that is really far. Gina followed Becca with her gaze as she put away her clothes, politely agreeing, "I was pretty freaked out when I first came here, too. I came from California, and it was my first time living so far from home, too. Sometimes, I still miss Cali, particularly the nice weather, but New York grows on you after a while."

Gina had relayed this story without missing a beat, and only came to pause when Becca did. Becca's gaze went pointedly to her hand, and Gina's followed. Two bras were casually draped over her fingers. Gina didn't much care, but Becca freaked out, quickly tucking them behind her back.

>> "Sorra, that's sae improper."

Gina tried to suppress a chuckle, and covered her mouth with her hand, but the sound still escaped. Gina was really open about these sorts of things, particularly with a roommate. Bras and underwear had the tendency of occasionally not making it all the way into the hamper, it was simply a fact of living. But, not in Becca's case. Gina quieted the chuckle and attempted to disguise it with a cough.

"Excuse me," she said, still bearing a smile in her eyes, "No, it's alright. I've got a roommate, so I'm used to it."

Gina failed to mention that Agnes was the neater one, between the two of them, and that Gina was actually the one who tended to not always get her clothes all the way to the hamper.

>> "Sorra, Ah'm not used tae this sorta thing."

Gina chuckles and shrugged in wordless understanding. So Becca wasn't as exposed to this sort of thing, but it was something you grew accustomed to when you had a roommate like Gina.

>> "Wow, a year? Stoat! Dae interestin' things happen herr aft?"

"Well, Xavier's is like a normal school," Gina began carefully, smiling, "But I would be lying if I said that interesting things didn't ever happen." Like that time the tiger-man had gotten onto campus. Or all of the holiday-oriented shenanigans in the city, "I mean, it is a school full of mutants..."

>> "'At was th' first thing Ah noticed! Its certainly colder than mah winter."

"The first thing I noticed was how big it was," Gina confessed, "I'm a small-town girl, so this place was like a whole other world."

>> "Ah'm worried Ah'm gonnae miss home terribly. Or 'at folk willnae like me or hink Ah'm weird."

Gina frowned faintly.

"Well yeah, you'll miss home... a lot, at first, then less later on," Gina agreed. They were just acquainted, and not to the point where Gina would hug her. She instead nudged Becca in the arm, as if to snag her attention, and she quipped, "I'm sure people will like you. And we're all a little weird here."

 >> "Nevermin' 'at. Hoo about gi some food?"

"Let's," Gina agreed, getting to her feet, "I'll show you the kitchenette, first, then we can hit the real kitchen."

Gina began to slowly stroll towards the door, making sure that Becca was following.

"So, what do you do?" Gina inquired casually, "Or, are you one of those who doesn't like to talk about their mutation?"

>> "Weel, Ah only jist learned abit it, but Ah did toy wi' it a wee bit 'afore Ah left Scootland. Ah guess Ah can control metals wi' th' magnetic field aroond them? If Ah try hard, Ah can see th' field aroond a metal."

"That's really cool," Gina mused genuinely. Rebecca seemed offhand about the capability, but Gina was truly fascinated by her power, "You could get those metal marbles and throw them at things... or... shoot, I don't know. You could throw a lot of metal things."

But weren't those metal marbles made of steel? That wasn't magnetic. But, that was besides the point. Gina marched down the hall, only slightly ahead of Rebecca, but close enough that they could chat. They'd go to the kitchenette, first, and then the real kitchen.

>> "Sae... can ye fly wi' those?"

Gina let out a short laugh. She didn't mean to be rude, but... it was a funny question. Becca clammed up after the inquiry was made, which was what cut the chuckle short.

"Yes, I can," Gina replied. She stretched one wing ever-so slightly, and jerked her thumb at it as she explained, "Pretty well, too-- you ever seen bats fly? With all the quick maneuvers and such? I can fly like that. Come on."

She began to walk down the hall once more, and she led the new girl to the living room, first, to which the kitchenette was attatched. Gina turned to face Rebecca, standing at the wall that seperated the kitchenette and seating area, by the opening that fed out into the living room.

"So, this is the common room," Gina announced, holding out her arms to gesture to the room as a whole, "Lots of students come here to hang out, and occasionally study-" she dropped one hand, and gestured into the kitchenette, "This is the kitchenette, it has lots of snack-y foods."

Gina ducked into the kitchenette, and waited for Rebecca to follow before inquiring, "So what are you hungry for? I'll see if I can find it. If it isn't up here, it'll be down in the real kitchen."

>> "Ah certainly plan on figurin' out jist whit Ah can flin' aroond wi' this power."

"They have classes for that," Gina said sagely, "Classes where you can test the limits of your power, or see what exactly it is that you can do-" the gargoyle shrugged, "-That could be something useful to look into."

Gina skimmed the counters of the kitchenette, seemingly baffled by its apparent cleanliness. How atypical. One of the staff must have been in here just recently to clean it up- either that, or some hungry guys had recently torn through and hadn't left anything for anyone else to eat.

>> "Mebbe jist a simple sandwich? Somethin' wi' meat. An' mebbe a tomatae? An' cheese."

"A sandwich with meat, tomato, and cheese," Gina reiterated. That sounded like more of a big-kitchen snack then a kitchenette snack. All that was up here was unhealthy sorts of foods, nothing that could constitute a real meal. Gina skipped over to the fridge anyways, and ducked her head in, just to be sure. There was enough snacks in there to feed an army, but no fixings for sandwiches.

"We're going to have to pay a visit to the big kitchen, for that order," Gina observed. She looked around the fridge for just a moment longer, to see if there was anything worth grabbing in there. She then peered into the freezer, with the explanation of, "Let me see if I can find something to tide us over until we get downstairs-- ooh!"

Taloned hands found a couple of Klondike bars. Such fortune! Gina pulled the pair of confections out, and flashed one at Rebecca.

"Want one?" she inquired.