Who: Cessily and OTA What: arrival! When: Tuesday morning Where: the front door? and then? Rating: TBD
Cessily slipped out of the cab, her head lightly bobbing to Bullet for my Valentine as she stepped around the front to pay the cab driver and then went to haul her trunk and backpack out of the trunk. He didn't get out or offer to help, she hadn't expected him to. It didn't matter anyway.
Her attention shifted from the cab as it drove away and up towards the house in front of her. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat and shook her head slightly. Her parents had been upper middle class and she had always lived in a very comfortably sized house but this was something else. She was really going to live here. How many others did as well? Were they all mutants like her? Yeah, screw it, no one was like her, she doubted anyone else lost a bit of their shape when they sneezed. Maybe they could help her with that or something though. She ran a hand through her hair, took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Alright girl, she told herself, march.
She shouldered her backpack and grabbed up the handle on her trunk, the wheels squeaking with a sort of ill-fitting cheeriness as she headed up the drive to the front door. Her ipod was still playing but she couldn't hear it over the sound of her beating heart, which was kind of strange, since she didn't actually have one, still, sometimes her body seemed to mimic things well enough to make her feel all the usual signs of anxiety, she could even feel her belly knotting up.
Then she reached for the doorbell and gave it a press, tempted to run and hide in the bushes just so she could get a glimpse at who answered.