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Adenah Collins ([info]fierys) wrote in [info]starlighting,
Being in the play meant that Adenah was required to be at the school that night. She was alone when she approached the school, pulling up in her M3, very much aware that there were eyes following the beauty that was her car. Adenah had no sweet clue what made the car so special, other than its shiny red color, but it was a BMW, and she knew that was supposed to be good. Basically, she did no speak the language of the car. But she liked hers all the same. Her Grandfather had wanted to come, but he had ended up falling asleep about an hour ago, and Adenah could not bring herself to wake him.

These past few days had been absolutely crazy. When the Sailor Scouts started to arrive, she had never dreamed she'd be one of them. When she had shared that vision with Lukas, she had started to get a vibe that something was going to happen to her. Now, after the football game, her dreams, visions, and what she was seeing in the fire all made sense. Even Phobos and Deimos made sense. Adenah tilted her head up slightly to look at the crows who had perched in on the tree over her car. Now she knew why they were following her, and it all made sense. She felt safe seeing them there, and a smile came to her lips. "Wish me luck." she said to them, as she got out of her car. She heard their answering calls on the way to the building.

Entering the building she moved her sun glasses from her eyes, to her neck, letting the straps hold them there. She still had a while before she had a little bit before she had to start getting ready to go on. Her roll wasn't the lead, but she was still a constant presence in the play. Maybe next year, she would have a larger roll. Between the performance, the football game, the lost classmates, her transformation, and what she had seen in the fire before she came here, her mind was a buzz. Fire reading had it's advantages. She knew something was going to happen, here, tonight, to the people on stage. She had seen it, she just couldn't quite pin point who it was.

The room was pretty much empty, void of all people expect for one when she got there. Seeing Nic reminded her of her henshin pen, and her hand moved to her jeans pocket, just to make sure it was still there. She was going to have to tuck it some place else before she went on. The first time she had met Nic, they had not got along at all. But they were both senshi. Adenah had constant dreams of the former Sailor Mars, Hino Rei, being extremely close to the former Sailor Jupiter. Maybe it was the dreams, but she now felt a draw to all the scouts. So she as going to try being nice, and hope that everything was cool between them. She wasn't expecting another Senshi to be here, as far as she knew, she was the only one in New York Prep who was a Senshi, at least for now.

She didn't really know Nic all that well, so why she was standing behind a table with cookies and juice was beyond her. Did she work at some kind of catering company? That would make sense. Approaching the other senshi, with a tentative smile on her face, she stopped just a few feet away from the table. "Hey." she said, making sure her voice with friendly, without over doing it. "What are you doing here?" it wasn't a 'what are you doing here?' as in she shouldn't be here, it was more like she was surprised, and actually quite curious as to why she was standing here with cookies. More like a 'whats up?' sort of question.



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