Oooh Now What Could This Be?

So these were the studios. It was a strange place to be in considering Richard wasn't really into much of the Fine Arts. Playing music wasn't really his thing, mainly because he never learned how to play anything. Drama-- no so much. He didn't even know if he could act. Art? Definitely not. There wasn't a single drawing/painting/photographic bone in his body. He just couldn't do it. Yep. Richard was just a pretty normal guy, and why he was wandering in this part of the school was even beyond him. Yet, he wanted to look around. It seemed cool enough, and he wanted to see if anyone was here anyway. Maybe he could actually meet new faces rather than wander aimlessly around the campus like he had been doing for quite some time. As he checked all of the different rooms, he sadly found a lot of them empty. But, with a shrug, he continued on until he heard a noise from farther down in the building...

Alright, this wasn't her fault. None of this was her fault, understand? It wasn't her fault she happened to find this room, she was just innocently giving herself a deeper tour of the campus. It wasn't her fault that this certain musical studio was a complete and utter disaster, nor that her slight OCD urged her to clean it up on the spot. And no, it wasn't her fault that while moving a few stacks of books, a dust cloud went up and made her sneeze. It wasn't a klutz move that she went crashing backwards and knocking over a few symbols. Nope, not at all, not her. None of it.

Yes, she still stood there, in a pose frozen from her harsh flinch from the sound - covering her ears. But seriously, this area of the school was a simple disaster. How did they work like this? It was strange - when it came to herself; her hair, her clothes, her behavior - she really couldn't care less... but everything else around her, that was a completely different story. She finally loosened up and let out a huff, "Just walk away, Brailynn... Forget all about it..." She told herself and walked back into the hallway, taking a lot of strength not to look back. She still let out a small sneeze into her hand from all the old dust now in the air. She considered herself lucky, at least, that no one was around to hear or see that - or so she had thought.

At first it was the crashing of the cymbals that had startled Richard, but it was the girl that walked into the hallway that had surprised him the most. At first he didn't really know what to think other than how she could have made such a loud noise, but the way she looked troubled-- or concentrated, he couldn't tell-- slightly concerned him. Yet, in a way, he couldn't help but stifle a laugh mainly because of how she seemed to walk away unfazed from the incident that occurred in the room she walked out of. She looked so composed, but it was that fact that made it so laughable.

Covering his mouth to keep her from seeing him smile, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he walked up to her in the hallway, trying to catch her attention so that he didn't startle her. "Are you okay?" He asked with small remnants of a goofy grin still hanging on his lips as he removed his hand and stuffed it in his pockets. He was very relaxed about the situation and hoped that he could try to figure out what the heck happened, but he didn't even know this girl so he doubted that she would actually be willing to tell him much.

In reality, it was taking all of Brailynn's strength not to spin right around into the room armed with a broom and several dust rags, but she managed to stand tall - reaching blindly behind her for the door knob and shutting it firmly behind her. Another little issue she'd have to take care of while she was here - or find some serious, serious distractions to try and forget about it.
She had thought she'd gotten away clean from that entire situation, so it had surprised her when this blonde boy walked right up to her, traces of a smile still on his face. "I-I'm fine. Just fine." She cleared her throat and brushed the dust off her skirt. Great, how long had he been standing there. She frowned, crossing her arms and looking up at him, "You didn't see anything... right?"

At her question, he just shook his head and continued to try to rid his face of the grin but it just wouldn't go away. It was just something about how she tried to act so nonchalant about what had happened that made his still a little funny. But, after a few moments, he finally managed to compose himself long enough to give her a straight face mixed with a look of enjoyment. "No, I didn't see anything. I just might have heard a loud crash and a bang or two," he responded, not really considering how this girl might react to his comment on her little mishap. Everyone acted differently to different situations, but he just thought that his light tone would help ease the situation a little and maybe get a little laugh or at least a smile on her face. But then again, he could fail miserably and just make her feel worse, but hey. It was a large school. Maybe he wouldn't see her that much if she ended up hating him. Not that he cared very much. Yeah, he liked having friends and all, but if that didn't work out, the library was always an option.

Once again, the young woman looked rather thrown off. Although she frowned and started to glare up at him stubbornly, there was obvious signs of a light blush spreading across her face. So he did catch on. Just wonderful. Brailynn shook her head, "Nope, you didn't hear a thing. Alright? Okay." She said it quickly, as to give him no time to object. Still, she stood there, squirming around an awful lot and shooting a glance or two back around at the room before finally giving up, "Its a disaster in there! She exclaimed, almost whining and looking exasperated. "How can people go in that mess and not mind at all! I can't understand - " Melodramatically, she flailed her arms and pointed back at it. Lynn took her old hat off, holding it close to her chest so she could hold her forehead, looking like a headache was coming on. "And now I'm probably weirding out this random stranger whose laughing at me." She let out a little huff. Didn't care. She was blaming it all on that stupid room.

Richard was just about to object to the comment she made about him not hearing the crash, but as soon as she cut him off and practically answered for him, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, trying to keep from smiling once more. She seemed to be a little direct in his mind, and the way she continued to talk about the room and how nasty it was also gave him the impression that she was possibly a clean freak. Oh great. Yes, he did in fact like organization, but he wasn't going to clean a classroom just because it was dirty or it wasn't very organized. That was the job of whoever worked here, not his own. But the way she was acting told him that they weren't going to leave that room alone anytime soon. But as the girl continued, he could only chuckle at her slight rambling before shaking his head to disagree with her most recent statement. "Weirding out? I'm pretty sure at this point in my life, that's pretty much impossible. Although I am still a stranger. I can fix that. I'm Richard. It's, um, nice to meet you," He told her casually, keeping a light tone in his voice to emphasize the fact that she was definitely not weirding him out. He soon held out his hand for a nice little handshake; a simple gesture to try to keep the mood light and hopefully a little less embarrassing for Brailynn.

A clean freak... almost. Her room and everything were nice and tidy, everything had their own certain places; for some reason, she simply needed everything around her simplified and organized. Herself, not so much but... It was a strange tweak that she had. Now clearly, whoever did work here was being lazy and weren't doing her job - yet another thing she'd have to run up to the office and demand be changed. The conditions of the rooms... and the food. She certainly could never forget that - like Hell she'd live an entire year off slop pasta and cheap tuna sandwiches. Wait, no, that was all besides the point. Brailynn frowned, almost looking as if she were pouting and slowly putting her cherished hat securely back on, staring up at this new acquaintance. She gave him a small smile, acknowledging his light comment as somewhat of a joke and eying his hand. So, he was a hand-shaker then? "Brailynn." She answered, taking his grip and shaking it firmly. "Alright, Richard... Do you think you could distract me before I charge back in there, please?" The young woman asked lightly with an uneasy smile.

After a moment of thought, Richard quickly moved past her, hoping that he wouldn't end up running into her or simply passing through her on the way by. In all honesty, he would prefer to actually run into her shoulder or something of the sort mainly because it means that he could finally begin to control his abilities. Thankfully, he was one of the luckier ones when it came to controlling his powers due to the fact that his only seemed to activate whenever he was in danger of smacking into something. Although there had been once or twice when he barely avoided smacking into a wall or something of the sort and passed through it with ease, but the shock of it had kept him from phasing through it all the way. Once he had gotten part of a baggy t-shirt stuck in the wall (yes, thankfully his clothes phased with him) and it had taken the back clean off. So now, wherever he was when that happened, there is cotton fabric stuck mixed in with the wood that made up a wall. The second time, he got the very tip of his middle finger stuck in a door that was slammed on him, basically taking the skin off of his finger. That one hurt. That was pretty much the main reason he was scared to ever use his abilities. He never wanted to fully get stuck inside something that he wasn't supposed to be inside of. One of these days it could possibly kill him...

Anyway, he slid past her walking nonchalantly until he reached the door to the room, quickly closing it to make sure she couldn't see inside what-so-ever. "There, does that help any?" He asked with an amused smile. "Now that you can't see it, you won't be able to think about it as much or actually see how much of a wreck it is. Obviously, that won't keep it out of your mind, so what would you like to do?"

Brailynn watched him cautiously as he went past her, walking it up to the door and shutting it firmly - though he did it all rather quickly, as if he were afraid to hang unto the knob for too long. She didn't think much of it though, smiling and rubbing her arm instead - admittedly a bit embarrassed still, "It does. Just a bit." She answered in a monotone. The girl still had the picture of uneven, dusty stacks and chairs thrown everywhere fresh in her head. It was a good thing he had seemed to guess her mind pretty easy, because shutting the door certainly wouldn't have been enough. "Well, get out of here, for one thing." Lynn answered in a stern tone, frowning at herself. "Finish looking around the school - or go be lazy in the courtyard?" She tossed out her ideas lightly, an uncertain look on her face. She really only had one priority at the moment.

"The courtyard sounds like a good idea to me! I haven't really been there so I don't really know what the entire thing looks like. It would be nice to get out into the sun, though. This school just sometimes gives me the creeps. The old-fashioned style of it is just a little strange," he then shrugged off the though and began walking towards the exit, not really making contact with Brailynn as he passed by her once more, but he expected her to follow. She wouldn't just ditch him, would she? He certainly hoped not. Even if she did, though, like he said earlier, he always had the library! As he got closer to the door to the studios, he looked back at the girl to make sure she hadn't taken off to clean the room he had just closed the door to. He only knew her for a couple of minutes but he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to get herself into any trouble. "You coming?" he asked with a little impatience in his voice. Yeah. He was ready to get out of this part of the building as well. Not for the same reasons as her but because he was already bored with it.

"Great." Brailynn smiled, looking at the walls and the pictures as he passed her by, seemingly lost in thought for the moment. "It used to be a mansion." She said, repeating what she knew both to him and herself, "You know, for really fancy, old people. I like how it looks though. The creepiness. Its pretty cool. Maybe its haunted~." The initiate threw in that last comment with a cheesy grin, being a lover of ghost stories and the like. And, well... Considering this place's history, she wouldn't rule the possibility out. His impatient call drew her out of her thoughts, raising an eyebrow as she looked up and watched him walk away. "Um. Yeah?" She threw back, feigning her voice - as if the answer were obvious. It took a few long and smooth strides, but she quickly caught up to him - in fact, passing him and leaving him behind. "You walk slow." Lynn called back teasingly.

Richard immediately saw her pass by him and all he could do was roll his eyes and give her a funny look that just screamed 'really?'. Honestly, at this point he had no idea what he was getting himself into or why he wanted to involve himself in it. But this girl was very interesting. He quickly picked up his walking pace, soon catching back up to her as to not be left behind. "I'm not slow. Its just your imagination."

The young woman had glanced back at Richard just in time to see goat cocky look on his face, which only made her smile and pick up her pace. She was kinda excited now, a bit happy Richard had found her, even though the consequences that had been under were a bit embarrassing. She was glad for the nice company. "My imagination," Lynn scoffed playfully, pausing by the doors leading outside. "So, why are you here?" She asked lightly, a bit curious about this boy's power.

He continued walking, his strides being more casual than rushed, but it took a little bit of work to keep up with her. When she paused and asked him about his powers, he thought about it for a moment before answering it like it was no big deal. "I have the ability to phase through objects. It's not much of a power, but it's something. It can be useful, you know, when you can control it. Which, I can't exactly do yet. What about you? What are you here for?" He asked, assuming it was okay to ask her since she asked him.