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Aidan was a little more hesitant, unsure if there was some sort of mocking in her choice, but only answered, “Th-that one’s too easy.  ”Oh, The Places You’ll Go.”  Theodor Geisel.”
Harley nodded several times. "A+."
Should it be considered a weapon, it would certainly not be a secret one. My answer, however, is that most attributes are natural, but merely fine tuned as time passes.
"And how do you fine tune these attributes?"
He identified it again, “Th-that’s f-from one of his poems.  ”Nemesis”.”  Aidan bit his lip, unsure why she’d chosen to lie on the floor, but settling crosslegged against the opposite wall.  He hesitantly continued the poem.  ”I had drifted o’er seas without ending, under sinister grey-clouded skies, that the many-forked lightning is rending, that resound with hysterical cries.”
"I've got a better one." She paused and then looked over at Aidan. "You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
And you’re absolutely breathtaking, but I’m certain that isn’t your name.
"Is your charm natural, or is that your secret weapon?"
Aidan heard the familiar words and turned, surprised to see Harley but still stammering out a response.  ”L-Lovecraft?  Th-the N-Night Ocean?”
"Very good." She nodded twice at him and then lay back against the cold, tile floor. "I have seen the dark universe yawning, where the black planets roll without aim; where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or luster or name."
Lovecraft?
Harley started her response with a nod until she realized just who was speaking to her. When her eyes met his, she hopped to her feet. "You're Nathan."
"And until that last millennium, as after it, the sea will thunder and toss throughout the dismal night." Harley nodded once, seated cross legged in the hallway.
“Nu vorbesc englezeĹźte.” Sorin responded, eyes narrowing slightly. She had only been there for a few hours and she already pissed someone off. Maybe she should just stay in her room. Holding her sketchbook close, she glanced away from the girl, slightly pissed.Â
"If you see Lacey Raines, keep pretending you don't speak English." Harley smirked. This girl wouldn't last long if she kept pretending not to speak English. After all, Harley was a secretary, she had to file everyone's personal records. She knew more about this girl than Sorin seemed to think. Oh well. It'd be fun to watch someone like Lacey rip her to pieces. With those final words, Harley skipped away.
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Flinching when her hair was touched, Sorin backed away from the girl, shaking her head. “Please…” Sorin was really trying to make her Romanian accent even thicker to help her case.Â
Harley burst into laughter. "Oh, duh. You must want to be killed. Continue with your horribly played out games, carry on."
The redhead merely looked at the girl, a brow raising in confusion. “W… Wind?”Â
Harley nodded several times and twirled a strand of the redhead's hair around her finger as she continued to spin around her. "Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Your first language is English, no one likes a liar here."
If I just pretend to not speak English nobody will bother me.
"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?" Harley span in a circle around the red haired girl, humming the song as she did so.
Osric had not expect Harley to do that. It was random. As she spoke he squinted ” Right, heh. ” His face was red after what just happened ” YOLO…”
"You are adorable, Osric." Harley skipped a few feet away from him and then smirked. "I wonder if the cafeteria is serving ice cream yet. Hm." She tilted her head to the side, and then skipped away. "Bye bye, Osric." She called back to him.
Grins at her and nods as she talks. Then blinks as she snaps her fingers in a Z formation. Raising his eyebrows as she does. Swallowing he nods at her again ” Oh, yes, I know that. ” Glances to the side and shrugs a bit ” I am not much of a fan of his, no. ” Laughs a bit ” But yes, YOLOing, it’s something I try to live by…Life begins at the end of your comfort zone, heh.”
"Exactly. Hm, which is exactly why..." She broke herself off, thought for a minute, and then abruptly kissed Osric.
"Yolo."
" Oh, huh…Well, I guess i’ll risk it. What’s the worst that could happen. "
"Exactly, take a risk. You already know, though. You only live once--that's the motto, nigga, YOLO. Drake said." Harley quoted, snapping her fingers in a Z formation. "You don't look like a Drake kind of guy, though."
Knollwood, Knollwood.
Lucas shrugged, “Its not the profession for everyone.”
"Clearly not. But stapling papers...let me tell you how enlightening that is."
" You think there may be. Well, he certainly must have the best candy in town….Good think it isn’t a man in a white van. That would be suspicious…"
Harley blinked. "It might be a man in a white van. But at least he has candy."
