Boredom leads to fuckery. [For Manuel]

[and_intothefire]

While the minds around the compound were generally open, Jean had found nothing interesting. It was all stir-craziness, general drama between roommates, and a smattering of uninteresting budding relationships. It was incredibly boring

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[empathetic_ass]

He sat in the mess hall, running his hand over his hair as he thought about the night before. Allison had been so willing, so ready, and he'd just pushed her away. It was the right way to do it, he knew that was the truth.

Stuck in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the redhead sit down until she spoke.

He glanced up sharply, then looked down at the cookie. It was almost as if it took a moment to process. He shook his head, frowning.

"No, thank you." His words were clipped, his demeanor tense.

[and_intothefire]

Jean looked at him, ducking to catch his eye, her face forming perfectly into that of concerned stranger. "Hey, you alright?" Her brows knit appropriately, and she mustered some feeling of concern. She had a lot of practice back at the mansion.

While she started her game, her mind was inside of his. His thoughts were loud and clear; some just happened to be in Spanish. Those took her longer to decipher, but she managed. The mental pictures... Thoughts racing through his head of quite the explicit nature, and all of them with the blonde, Allison. For some reason, Jean filed the mental images away. Seemed like they could come in handy later.

She nudged the cookie back toward him, smiling. "It'll make you feel better, I promise. I'm Jean, by the way. I'm pretty new here."

[empathetic_ass]

Manuel didn't trust anyone new. It was part and parcel of the whole being an empath thing. He scanned her quickly, coming up with vague concern. Nothing stirring, but still, it was there.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Sorry, lady. I don't like cookies." Snorting softly, he inclined his head. "Manuel. I am, as well. New, that is. Just arrived a day ago."

[and_intothefire]

He seemed resistant to her, and Jean decided to push a little harder. She filtered through the thoughts about Allison, finding one repetition in Spanish that she didn't understand. As her mind worked on it, she continued to work on Manuel.

"It's nice to meet you, Manuel. Hard place to feel welcome, hm?" She looked around as her mind brought together the pieces of Spanish she knew, remembering that incredulidad meant disbelief. He felt disbelief about something Allison had done... She accessed the visual part of his mind, filtering for things this Allison had done. She found Manuel's memories of a small village, losing his footing as the ground shook beneath him, his eyes on a small orange form in the center of the village. The memory changed rapidly, Allison staring up at him with dead, broken eyes, saying she couldn't trust him.

Interesting.

Jean backed out of his mind a little, turning her attention back to him. "Where are you arriving from?"