Alexstrasza Lockhart
Location: Pinefall High Dormitory - Cesarina's Room
Phase: Evening Phase.
Date: 06.09.1994.
Weather: Sunny
"NO!"
Oh my. I appear to have made some sort of error, as I glance at Cesarina's blueprints. She's clearly very talented, and quite honestly would probably much rather thrive in a researching environment instead of the environment she is in - a sort of mishap on her parent's part, but I'm definitely not one talk. I've made too many people shake their heads and bemoan my own existence to ever judge someone like Cesarina.
And free-hand -- my, my, Cesarina is more talented then she first seems.
"If I send my things back, they will just laugh and get rid of it like before, and if I put it into storage, somebody might steal them! I, I mean, that is... even if it ends up looking somewhat messy, I do not mind. It'll simply make me feel more at home! That is how my own room looked like back home as well!"
I glance around the room. There's things absolutely strewn everywhere. But if she enjoys it...
"... T-that is why I do not mind lending you some of my things, like posters and such, you would not be stealing, I would be lending my things to you. I'd much rather it be in the hands of my f-friend rather than where I do not know what will happen to it."
...Then I can't really fault her for it.
"Speaking of which. Are you, err... are you fan of horror movies?"
"Hmmm?" I tilt my head, glancing at the girl and the posters she has before her. "What on earth is a mewvei?"
I am not a sheltered girl, no matter what people may think.
I simply am horrendously attached to the things that I enjoy, and ignore all other pursuits in favor of those things. As such, what one might normally 'experience growing up', are not experiences that I have directly had. I have never heard of movies. I have never lazily played sports in the summer. I have never watched the trees change color. I have never seen a caterpillar turn into a butterfly. All of these experiences, as such, were things that were distractions to me - simply a waste of my own time, my own efforts, and my own energy that I could better put towards greater things.
...
Ah.
So that's why I'm so alone.
"I suppose I have no real opinion of horror "moovays", as I have never actually experienced such a thing. Is it like... Hm. When you're nearing a breakthrough in the middle of the night, and then when you exit your dormitory to go and acquire a late snack, the matron wildly shrieks and attacks you with her machete?"