L'entrée de la Beauté

[Michelle]

OOC: Michelle's appearance.

A sigh escaped from the girl's glossed lips. A silver-haired girl was walking down the streets of a school called "Enchant Academy". Bringing the luggage with her and a cup of coffee on the other, she continued to walk as if she knows this school from the beginning. The girl walked with such poise and grace, who wouldn't think that she didn't come from an aristocratic family?

The girl was wearing a gothic grayish-black dress with a tie neatly tied in the middle of her chest. Designed with laces on the bottom part of the skirt. She wore a pair of black stockings and a pair of black pumps for the feet. It simply matched her and to think that would be her former school uniform, no one didn't even notice that.

"This is SO not my type of school" Another sigh escaped from the girl's lips as she thought of this.

Taking another sip from the cup, a voice suddenly interrupted her peace. "Why did you take this school then?", a woman's voice asked her in a polite manner. Though this girl irritates Michelle, there's nothing that she could do about it. Taking a deep breath, she replied with telepathy "I thought this school would be interesting....I guess I was wrong"

She didn't really want to go here in the first place. Why the heck did her mother transfer the girl to this school? Taking out a disagreeable look on the girl's face, she was indeed unsatisfied for being here. Well, she did think that her former school is better than this.

The girl closed her eyes, not wanting to see anymore of this. She simply walked wherever her body goes. Not knowing that the people around her are trying to avoid being bumped. She gained a lot of attention while doing this. She could hear a young man's voice telling her to stop doing that. The girl's being stubborn, there's no way she would listen to someone. Wherever she goes, God must have decided that.

BUMP!

A strong force pushed her to the ground. Her cup of coffee has spilled on it too. Luckily, it didn't spill on her beautiful clothes. The girl regained her elegant composure as she stood up. Michelle glared on the person who just bumped her.

"Stupide, Watch where you're going!", the young girl said with her French accent. This is something that she would normally do, she wouldn't say sorry to a person even though she was the one who started the mess.

"Je regrette vraiment d'aller à cette école"

[Cassidy Engelbert]

It is such a delightful day and nothing would dare ruin it, someone will? Only the Heaven knows. Cassidy fluttered her eyes open, blinking them several times before quickly jerking up from her comfortable bed. In a flash, she energetically placed each of her palms on the two surfaces of the window and flung it open. "Good Morning, world!", she shouted enthusiastically despite of being tired. Whistling, she headed towards her closet and opened it up. A blue dress will be alright with matching blue sandals? Well, she is not the most elegant girl in the world. There are still people who are graceful and more beautiful than her, anyway. So why bother choosing the clothes that fit her best? Replacing her sky blue colored duster into a blue dress that has laces at the bottom part of her dress with matching sandals that has a ribbon design at the middle part of it, she stormed off and was ready for the day.

She was skipping merrily and her legs led her into the campus and was wondering if there are new students that arrived in here just now. She came in to a stop. Meanwhile, she spotted a few students and she couldn't tell if one of them are old or new. Well, why not befriend some of them? What harm can that make? Although, she was clumsy since she bumped a girl with silver hair with a grayish-black dress and wore a pair of black stockings and a pair of black pumps for the footwear. She was being pushed backward to the ground and she was nursing her butt. As she was already ready to stand up, she found the girl glaring at her. Even the coffee the girl drank had already been spilled. Good thing it didn't get spilled unto her dress, the dress will be a total waste if it gets spilled.

Anyway, she couldn't even understand a thing of what that girl was saying but, Cassidy just can't ask the girl to translate it but, at least she can still understand a few words, she could only understand the words: Watch where you're going! It was even Cassidy's fault why the girl was angry. "Yes, how clumsy of me. I should have watched where I was going. If you want, I will do anything to pay you for what I have just done.Gomen! Sorry!", she exclaimed accompanied by a sincere apology. Maybe the girl will hopefully forgive her but if not, time to face the consequences. Cassidy can't be bending down and offer her hand to the girl, the girl already stood up anyway. "I will also clean up the mess of what I have done. You know, the spilling of the coffee, I promise to clean it up for you.", she added and realized that her voice doesn't sound fine. It sounds nervous. She was hoping that the girl will pay no mind at the tone of her voice.

She knelt down and was using the ends of her dress to wipe the brownish liquid that was already on the ground despite of having a very clean dress. How weird, she even has a smile on her face. It is possible that she was glad to help even if maybe the silver-haired girl there might still not be pleased about what Cassidy was doing.

(OOC: Sorry if it is crappy!)

[Michelle]

The lady was rather surprised by the girl's reactions. To think that she would actually fall for Michelle's tricks? That was rather tedious of her. But that was quite amusing. She can't believe that someone would really say sorry to her especially when she was the one who started this.

Looking at the girl with a disgusted face, she said "Good thing you know that, that was rather gauche of you to do that" Then she turned her attention on her clothes, her former uniform. It was the most sentimental thing she cherishes. If one would destroy such a wonderful thing, she would have gone mad and can even kill the person.

As she heard the word gomen from the girl's vocabulary, she must be a Japanese citizen. But Michelle doesn't know what it really means by the fact that she didn't go to Japan.

"I will also clean up the mess of what I have done. You know, the spilling of the coffee, I promise to clean it up for you."

The girl looked at the spilled coffee. Her eyes looked at the girl then she smiled and said "Vous devriez être, mon cher"

Michelle noticed that the girl's voice was rather shaky and bothered. Why so? She doesn't know and by that fact, she wouldn't care. As the girl bent down to wipe the floor, Michelle thought that she had brought a rug with her to clean her up. At that moment, she also thought that the girl was one of the maintenance staff to do such thing.

The one that most amused her was that when she actually wiped the ground with the ends of her skirt. If Michelle could actually do that, she would have died in shame by the fact that: 1) she wasted a dress; 2) she ACTUALLY wiped the floor with her beautiful dress; 3) People would actually laugh at her for doing such a thing. Well, the girl's clothes were not that elegant in the first place, so why bother if she used that for cleaning? For Michelle, her dress was merely a rug she could use for cleaning her feet.

Looking at her, she said, "Comment dégoûtant"

OOC: Sorry for thy character's rudeness, that's her personality. So don't mind her.

[Cassidy Engelbert]

Cassidy however, didn't even look at the girl's sight anymore. She continued to mind her own business. "Whoops, I should have brought a wet tissue paper instead or even a rag.", she said, knocking her own head. After a while, she heard the girl's voice again and Cassidy was struggling to understand on what the girl sad but to no avail. She didn't bother to ask but, can this girl speak in Japanese? At least the ground has only a few brown liquid left, boy, she could be a "janitress" or something, it needs hard work to clean it up especially when there is no rag or a wet tissue. Such a tiring job to do.

She stood up and was tossing several strands of her short river of orange locks over her strong shoulder. Putting a smile upon her energetic face, she asked in a sweet tone with her hands on the back, "Ne, onamae wa? What's your name?", she grinned and at least she translated it. It's kinda fun to speak in Japanese.

"You look pretty, by the way.", she stated sincerely, observing the girl's appearance. "Judging by your appearance, your name will maybe might be nice.", she added and resumed in observing the lady's appearance. Running a small hand through her her orange hair, she decided to just wait for the response before instead of saying something even further.

OOC: Gah! Writer's block!

[Michelle]

The young girl sighed as she heard her statement then she thought, "crétin". Michelle continued looking at the girl as she removed the dust on her dress. As she examined the girl, she found her personality is related to Fyren and it irritates her. Well, she can't change that fact. God have His own reasons, as they say.

Michelle didn't say a word when the girl asked her name. She was more worried at her dress than to say her name to someone she doesn't know. She didn't stop dusting it off as long she could still see dust.

"You look pretty, by the way.", the girl's statement got her attention. Michelle smiled and said "Évidemment, why shouldn't I be?"

Indeed, the girl was vain in the beginning. She loves being praised and honored by the people around her. Her former dull personality has changed because of her former school and she found it favorable. Though it's not nice for other people, for her, she found it quite interesting and amusing at the same time. What would be their reactions?

"Of course"

The girl's glossed lips curved a little to show a smile. Then she took hold of the sides of her skirt, slightly lifting it up, and bowed for curtsey. The ends of her silver hair fell on her shoulders. Michelle looked at her and said "Thy name's Elle, Elle Goethe"

Well, Michelle does tell her name but it would depend on the person she's talking to. She uses her name 'Michelle' in formal introduction while she uses any names she wants when she feels like it. The young girl stood up to regain her composure, standing straight as ever, looking even more lady-like.