Lonely

[nashira_amir]

This country was definitely crazy. That had been Nashira's conclusion after she'd spent the past few months here. She could live with the fact that some things were beyond scientific explanation, like how some girls could fly through the air while sitting on nothing but a broomstick. Or how other girls knew things that had not yet happened or that

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[cruisin_gal]

-POP-

A small, pink bubble burst as Jessie strolled casually down the hallway. Even with her trademark black leather jacket missing she still seemed somewhat imposing, standing tall and appearing as a lone wolf amongst her classmates. But though there was an air of danger about the tough girl, she seemed unconcerned. She walked - almost strutted - down the hallway as if she owned the place, not having a care in the world. Her mind was filled only with the guitar solo being pumped through her earbuds, and she idly chewed on some bubble gum as she made her way towards the cafeteria.

Another bubble popped as Jessie stopped in mid-stride. "Rally?" The track star quickly made her way towards the wall where Nashira leaned. "Hey! What you doin' here, girl? I..." Again she paused, the excitement fading from her voice as she got a better look at Nashira's face. "Oh...sorry," the biker then muttered to the stranger. "Thought I saw you 'round somewhere before. My mistake."

((OOC: I couldn't resist. Didn't think of it earlier, since I didn't have the best mental image of Nashira, but the girl she's confusing her with is Rally Vincent. Part Native American with dark hair and tan skin, somewhere between 5'6" and 5'8", 115 to 120 lbs. Gun nut. Usually carries herself fairly professionally, wearing women's business suits and all. Going out on a limb here somewhat but I suppose the two would look at least a little similar from a distance?))

[nashira_amir]

Nashira didn't respond. After all, why should she? The words uttered were obviously not meant for her. Or so she thought, until a muttered apology came that was obviously directed at her.

She looked up at the tall blonde girl, immediately recognizing her from that one night, when Jessie had tried to get into her room, drunken and all. It was not a night Nashira was likely to forget any time soon.

"You may have seen me on the night you came drunkenly intruding my room, though it somehow seems doubtful you can remember anything from that night." Nashira tilted her head back a bit. "Though we also share a few classes together. Gunnery is one of them. You might have seen me there as well. Though from the disappointed and embarrassed expression on your face, I take it you were expecting someone else."