Selene
"Wow Valorie..!" said Selene appreciatively, smiling as she looked around her friend's room. She was immediately reminded of her own room...although Valorie's was infinitely tidier and she seemed to have more useful, practical things than the often sentimentally-valued junk that Selene hoarded in her room, she found herself feeling comfortable and like she was being shown a summary of her friend's life and personality by looking around the room. She grinned at Valorie as she went off to change into her clothes for the day, crossing over to the table and picking up the photo of Valorie and her parents...wow, they looked really close. "Valorie, you look so much like your Mom!" she said brightly, noting the striking resemblence between the two.
As Valorie emerged, Selene put the photograph back down - taking care to put it where it had been originally been through respect for Valorie's belongings - and nodded at Valorie. "You look nice! Ready to take Cynthia down in a one on one battle for sure!" she gushed with a wide grin, eyes flicking over the poster of Lance with a lopsided smirk. "Lance hmm..? I was always more of a Gary Oak girl myself, but I can see the merits. Okay - to food?" she asked, checking her PokeGear. They still had enough time to go to the cafeteria...
As they walked through to the cafeteria, Selene noticed Mackenzie hanging around the entrance drinking what looked like coffee she'd made herself and brought with her. Why exactly..? Was she too good for the cafeteria coffee and food or something..? With a small smile and a wave, Selene greeted her before making her way through to the cafeteria and looking around for...ah, there they were. She recognised Vince's hair first - it was pretty darn original - and then saw Mark and Bri, waving to them with a large grin. She wandered over and dropped her bag down in an empty seat, resting her hands on the back of it and smiling round at the group...oh, a new girl! She had...yeah, she had a very impressive head of hair...
"Hey guys! Be back in a minute," she chirped before heading off to grab a few slices of toast, a bowl of museli, a glass of milk and a few pancakes and putting it all onto a tray, walking back slowly as she balanced it. Sitting down, she looked around and took a good look at the new girl...she seemed nice enough but...she got the same kind of feeling from her as she did from Mackenzie. Sel didn't think everything was quite kosher...there was something about this girl she couldn't quite feel at ease with...she decided not to make a big show of introducing herself in front of everybody and instead gestured down to her own leg. "Miraculously, all healed overnight! I'm ready to tackle Trainer Fitness head on now!"
Brogan
That weird kid across the table was looking at her funny...Brogan wasn't looking at him of course, but she could see out of the corner of her eye that he was practically glaring at her. Being her first day and all, Brogan really didn't want to have to make any threats but this kid was skating a dangerously thin line...if he pushed her too far she was more than prepared to make his life very uncomfortable.
She turned her eyes up to him slowly, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow with that placid, kind smile still on her face, only now it looked more like an amused smirk. Brogan couldn't help but get the feeling that he didn't like her anyway, but when he found out her family name he disliked her even more...oh, sometimes she wished she knew what it was like to feel that envious of somebody. As that...thing, in his arms mouthed 'you're lying' to her - and yes, she could lip-read, one of her many talents - she couldn't help a small snigger escape, taking a drink of orange juice and dismissing it as a tickle in her throat. That Pokemon wasn't even worth the bother...but the boy mock bowed to her, as his kind probably should in all seriousness, and Brogan dismissed the action with a small flick of her hand.
"Don't mention it, some Pokemon can be difficult to control can't they? Yes, good luck to you also. I hope you have a nice day," 'because you won't be having many more of them if you carry this on,' thought Brogan in her own mind as she smiled at the boy before turning her attention away from him, ultimately he may hate on her as much as he wanted. She'd already summed him up pretty well and he was nowhere near threatening to her...she had bigger fish to fry in this world and this kid could jog on for all she cared.
As Klu left the cafeteria, Brogan's eyes widened slightly at her blatant attempt to be seductive...my, what class...or lack of in fact. For a girl who lacked her grace and sophistication, Brogan considered her to be pretty, attractive at the very least – but she ruined this when she behaved thus with Jack. She was another one who knew HoTa Corp, she seemed to know it pretty well, at least enough to know about their work with the Indigo League. In truth, HoTa's operations extended much much wider than that, but Brogan really couldn't concern herself with educating these people.
A small smirk flitted across her face briefly as Jack moved around the table to the vacant seat next to her. Her attention was briefly drawn to a boy laying on the floor...what on earth was that about...until Jack began speaking, asking if he were going to be seeing more of her. He seemed to be sure of himself as he spoke to her, the words 'smooth operator' sprung to mind instantly. Did he really think that he could win her round like that..? That Klu girl may be content to throw herself at him on a plate but Brogan...well, she was a different type of catch, and took a lot more effort to win. But, for the moment, it was fun if nothing else to play along with the charade, and Jack was an attractive enough guy for this place...until she found something else to amuse her this would do nicely.
"If we're both lucky," she answered with a coy smile, resting her elbows on the table and allowing her eyes to flit over Jack next to her. She paused for a moment as he rubbished contests and shrugged slightly, her smile turning playful, "Oh I don't know about that, perhaps we'll be able to learn something...I do agree with you though, contests are somewhat...overrated. I can't fully understand why they're teaching us about them here...but I suppose they know necessary curricula better than we do."
Yet MORE people joined them at the table, two girls who were both very pretty – one short, delicate looking blonde who seemed to be the closest to Brogan in poise and perhaps even surpassed her in femininity and one taller, exotic looking girl who had the shiniest, waist-length jet black hair she'd ever seen...of course it lacked the same thickness and professional care and shaping of her own, but perhaps this girl couldn't afford a decent hairdresser or extensions...shame, if these girls had her capacity to improve themselves they could be nearly as pretty as Brogan herself.