Child At Heart, Monster By Nature (A Shape Shifting RP)

Isla walked to the cafeteria, a book in hand, and stopped in the doorway as to watch the other people in the room for a moment. She slid her sunglasses on over her eyes, though it was quite obvious she didnt need them because the room was already pretty dark. Isla put her hands in her jacket pockets as she strut into the room. After getting her food, she found an empty table and slumped into a chair. Isla began reading a choose your own adventure book, the words harder to read with her sunglasses on, as she ate her lunch.
"Is this seat taken?" Roan asked quietly.
 
Cyra took her tray to an empty table where she sat, and played with her food more than she ate it. Lost in thought, she looked up confusedly at the unfamiliar voice. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I'm Willow, what's your name?" Willow asked conversationally. But was distracted by a hot guy walking right their way. He just had a way of walking that screamed, "look at me!" She purred softly and smiled her best smile. But to her disappointment, he sat down next to Cyra.

" Long time, no see. How are you feeling Cyra?" Indigo asked with a devious grin.
 
"Why do you paint?" Zaine asked, breaking the silence. He took another step back from the easel and looked to her.
Ava turned to look at him with confusion at that then shrugged "Because I can, because it's fun" She gave a couple of reasons then looked out the window again, giving the real reason quietly. "Because it takes my mind away from where I am."
 
Donella ate her food and drank her milk silently as she watched the others. When she was done, she shifted and lay on her side beside Andorra just so she wouldn't have to speak to anyone else.
 
Ava turned to look at him with confusion at that then shrugged "Because I can, because it's fun" She gave a couple of reasons then looked out the window again, giving the real reason quietly. "Because it takes my mind away from where I am."
Zaine nodded, pleased with her reply. It wasn't often that he found someone who could understand his sometimes odd questions. He turned back to look at the painting. "It's a way of escape, is it not?" He said, having heard her last sentence.
 

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