Molly Oliver tried her best at smiling, though it ended up being a very awkward expression. "I agree with that.", She replied, looking around once more, making sure that she didn't miss anything. She itched her palm, god she was blind. It should be right around here somewhere, it is the front of the school, right? "Oh, and nice to meet you too, Schylur. ", She added. It would be way too embarrassing to not be able to find the main office on the first day- what if Schylur was messing with her, and actually knew where the office was. Don't be such a fool, Oliver, they surely are new. She mentally scolded herself.

Jade Keenes released his arm. "That's cool, I got most of mine from fist fights and hanging out in a practically half-decomposed mall." She said, proudly showing off her scarred arms. Jade honestly felt proud of them, each one had a story. And those fist fights she was talking about- were all over being a dominant female.

(This is my only warning for you, please use atleast two sentences. Dialog doesn't count. I need something to bounce off of.)

Schylur beams at Molly and puts their hands in their pockets, scanning the hallways for a sign of where the office is, sticking by Molly's side. The front office would be somewhere in the front, otherwise it wouldn't be called a front office. They stay quiet, positive that trying to continue a conversation wouldn't be appreciated. After a few moments, Schylur again taps Molly's shoulder to gain her attention, pointing to the doors to the office. "Think that's it?" Schylur asks.

Molly sunk into her turtleneck, losing focus on the task at hand; getting sucked into her thoughts. When Schylur tapped her shoulder her soul nearly left her body. "Think so." , The brunette replied, straightening up, drying to cover up that she was even startled. Molly, slowly, began to walk towards the doors to investigate. She shifted her bag on her shoulder a bit and pushed her glasses. She looked back over at Schylur, wandering what they were about- perhaps they could possibly become compatible companions. She let her mind wander a bit, sinking back into her turtleneck. When Molly approached the doors she looked to the little sign, comfirming its location. She opened the door and held it open for Schylur, trying again to smile at them.

(Okay.)
Darius nodded, and was forced to admit to himself he had fewer scars than her. But he took pride in that, it meant he had been far more careful.
''My name's Darius, by the way,'' he said, ''Darius Solan. I just moved here with my mom.''
He smiled kindly, but it was still a guarded look.

"Nice to meet you, Darius, ", She smiled. "I'll show you 'round, if you want. More kids get lost finding the office than lost socks." She stood right before the bus stopped, earning a glare from the bus driver. She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled on her torn up back pack.
"Now, what brought you and your ma to Crappy Lyn?" , She asked as she pushed past seats and practically leaped out of the bus. She blew hair out of her face when she landed, looking back at Darius.

Darius had follwed her, messenger bag across his chest. He was dressed in blue jeans and a green t shirt.
''You know, I think I'll have to take you up on the offer to be shown around,'' he said.

"Gracias." Schylur had to pause before saying it in English, "Thank you." They had a habit of speaking Spanish since they used that mostly when at home, so they would find themselves retreating to the comfort zone of speaking Spanish. Schylur walks swiftly into the room, waiting for Molly to enter before continuing to the front desk to get their schedule and homeroom. They stayed silent, only talking when needing to. They're emotions were all jumbled up again and they were trying to untangle them before trying to decipher them. After a few moments of no success, they gave up. Schylur gently pulls at their bangs as they view their schedule, biting their lip in anticipation.

Molly Oliver sighed. "I know what it means, I can understand some Spanish." , She chuckled, following them in. She peeked around, nervous about the adults, eyeing them up. She was tempted do sink hack into her shirt, but she had to show nothing - especially around adults. She joined Schylur at the front, half watching them, half reading the schedule packet. (There are two groups of children in each grade, there are no differences other than some of them go to one set of teachers and the others go to another for core classes.)
"So, uh, what group do you have? I have Group B." , She asked quietly, looking up at them. She twiddled with the page, wondering if she should have asked. It really wasn't any of her business -

Jade Keenes raised an eyebrow. "Really though, Dude, why are you in Lyndall, nobody comes here unless they're selling their dead grandpa's house to get demolished or whatever." , She prodded getting suspicious, squinting her eyes at him. They gleamed with determination, if he wasn't going to tell her, then she'd have to claw it out of him one way or another. Jade always got what she wanted, not py demand- but by hard work.

Darius knew her type, always prying, if only to satisfy their own curiosity. The truth was they were hiding from hunters, but he couldn't say that. So he said, ''My mother and I are hiding from my stepfather. He's abusive, and swore he would take me from her.''

He decided he would have to find out more about her, in his were form, if nescesary. Even if it meant stalking her. He needed to know if he could trust her.

Schylur turned their attention to Molly. "Same. I have group B.." They put themselves in the mindset for speaking English for the rest of the day. They fold their paper neatly and put it in a side pocket of their backpack before readjusting the straps and fiddling with the collar of their jacket. They leave the front office (if they haven't already, because I can't remember if they have done that already or not) and head to their first class, staying with Molly. They felt like they had one person they 'knew' and that would be enough. Two companions would be one person too many.