Time to meet one's neighbours

[liz_riley]

Liz gave herself one last glance in the mirror. Although she doubted that Katelyn would have any interest in other people's appearances, she did want to make a somewhat good impression on her other neighbour. The young girl smiled nervously at herself and lowered her head. It was no good. No matter what she tried, she'd never be able to be as

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[girl_in_a_tree]

Whilst Liz was busy preparing herself, the unsuspecting Kalinka was finishing up a book, as usual. The particular novel was one Lenore had written, and one Kalinka had read before, though the girl figured she had started reading it again to clear up a few loose details that hadn't been straight in her memories. Thoughts often strayed to what her mother was thinking back then, trying to get the story down from her head

[liz_riley]

A blink. And another blink while two brown eyes gazed up in confusion at the older student. She had visited many people before, since Liz liked to be in the company of other people, but never had anyone answered the door like this strange girl before her.

Liz wasn't also certain how to respond to this. What made it even more confusing was the fear the other girl radiated. No one had ever been afraid like that before. Not when she knocked on the door at least...

"Ah... uhm... I..." Words got lost while she thought about Kalinka's question. Was she real? "I... I think... I'm real, Miss Wellington," Liz stammered. She lifted up her hands to show the pie to her neighbour. Quietly, she continued, "I... I thought... maybe... Is Katelyn here as well?"

[girl_in_a_tree]

Kalinka sighed into her high collar, as if genuinely relieved. "It is always better to ask."

The anxiety remained, though the hostess was secretly pleased with not being called by the wrong name, especially by someone she hadn't instructed otherwise yet. It was always wrong, at least on the first days of class, and some people just never seemed to understand. That's right, all three of us seem to have problems with the names we're given on paper.Green eyes drifted slowly to the side, eventually followed by Kalinka's body, finding only a dark lower bunk stacked with books and a few stray sketchpads. Of course, this did not mean Katelyn wasn't there, somewhere in the mess. The only clearly lit portions of the room were so by the monitor's dim light, and it was an eccentric maze of objects in the first place. "That, is a very good question to ask. Most of her time spent here is at night. She may make herself known shortly, either way

[wildkate]

One of Katelyn's habits, though not necessarily a bad one, was that she was free of the schedules and routines that most people seem to enjoy on some level. Not feeling bound by the need to sleep only at night, nor only in one's bed for that matter, she often could be found napping just about anywhere at any time. In this case, she had slipped quietly into the room of Kalinka the Green while her roommate was asleep at her keyboard. Deciding not to wake the girl to ask her permission to stay there a while, she assumed the same, small shape that she took when they first met, and curled up into a warm ball of fur between two stacks of the other girl's books.

Upon hearing someone calling her name, she awoke from her light slumber. She stood and stretched lazily before peeking out between stacked books at the newly arrived visitor. Still waking up, Kate did not think about how to Liz, it would only appear as if Kalinka had a curious pet kitten that was investigating an interesting new person.

[girl_in_a_tree]

Listening to Liz stammer on, Kalinka gave a subdued smile, shaking her head. Though she felt sympathy for how bothered the smaller girl seemed, she had quite a lack of guilt, and any negative feelings were overriden by the cute way Liz seemed to say everything. "It's the little critters that survive where the big beasts won't. That doesn't make them insignificant, only . . . that they can appreciate, and enjoy, and use things their size better. I'd like to see a giant tiger fit in here, between my books." Kalinka held her finger up, though her audience likely couldn't have seen it. "Not literally." Her hand falling again, she turned to her side in bed, barely able to see the top of her guests' heads. The next question was spoken a little more cautiously, given the reaction to her first. "Do you have a middle name, though?"

[liz_riley]

Liz lowered her head again to hide the blush on her cheeks. Katelyn... as well as Kalinka... They were really very nice. Just like everyone else. It was good to know there were so many nice people here in school.

She looked sharply up, though, at the next question. Liz blinked, and blinked again while she sought for an answer in her mind. "Middle name...?" she repeated confused. "I... don't know..."

She thought back of the letter she had received to inform her she got admitted to St. Catherine's. She had to use her full name there, she remembered. Or that was what Terence had filled in.

"Ah... I... I think so. That... that would be Jane... I think." Liz smiled a little embarrassed then. "But I don't think anyone ever uses that. Terence used it when he had to fill in some kind of form for St. Catherine's school, but... No one else ever uses it." Curiosity began to bubble up inside her and she couldn't resist to ask the mysterious green-haired girl if it was of any importance.

[wildkate]

"Jane..." Katelyn thought back to her own letter of admission to St. Catherine's upon hearing that name. "My papers call me Jane, too. Katelyn Jane Doe...but I do not think that is my name. But, it confuses me to have a name when I do not have a name, so I only go by Katelyn."

Looking up at Kalinka as well, she also wondered about the importance of names. "That is a very good question, Kalinka the Green. Why are middle names important, when no one speaks them?"

[girl_in_a_tree]

Kalinka almost laughed, thinking about the coincidence. "I could have been Kalinka Jane Doe, if my mother hadn't given me her name, so that would make three of us. When someone doesn't have a name, her or she is referred to as John or Jane Doe, just so that there's a name for others to put on their papers."

Why do I feel like I'm teaching a class? It was a brief, internal complaint to herself. With her nervous energy, Kalinka started playing with a mechanical pencil from her pocket, one she always had with her as a habit. Drawing, writing, or not, she sometimes just needed something to keep her hands busy