Lou had always been a creative girl. In a strange sort of way. She'd already used her permanent markers around the Mess Hall. The back of the plates had been victim to Louisa's boredom. Each plate had a
new and
interesting little
design on the back. Some of the glasses getting smiling faces, sad faces, crazy faces. All sorts of colors and types
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She stepped into the mess hall, giving a slight nod to the girl inside before heading to the fridge and grabbing one of the orange juices inside. Now all she needed was a glass and when she'd retrieved it, she was surprised to see it was smiling at her.
"Huh. You do this?" Nori asked the girl with a small smile.
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Lou didn't really like generic. With military in the family, a lot of things were generic, even Jane to a certain extent. But Lou, Lou was more like her mother -erratic and a little hair-brained.
"Gives them life."
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She had plans to smuggle this one back to her room. Her own special drinking glass.
With the freshly poured juice in her hand, Nori made her way back to the girl and sat down, resting one gauntletted hand on the table.
"I'm Nori. I've never seen you around here, before. Did you just arrive?"
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"I've been unpacking." Not that it took long. Dumping her bag in the bottom of her footlocker was easy. Ridiculously so. "Have you been around long?"
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"I've been here a few months," she said with a small sigh, highly unamused by how long she'd been stuck here. "So you got a name or did I totally miss it?"
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A few months had to be a while, although Louisa did understand that they hadn't been in Russia that long. "So, where was the base before here?" As she continued to color her doodles, Lou tried to analyse Nori without coming off as strange, staring girl.
She'd been accused of that enough times before.
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