Wren Zhang (ex_transpare192) wrote in x_aftermath_x, @ 2008-06-22 12:23:00 |
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The smell of peppermint could easily be smelt beyond the Institute's communal kitchen. If one to enter said room, they would see a petite woman with long, raven colored hair sitting at the island in the center. She was sipping on a cup of hot peppermint tea, all while reading a passage from one of the novels she picked up from the school's library earlier.
The library seemed to be the one place the girl seemed to haunt frequently but, tonight, she felt it was time to place herself in a more public venue. Or at least, in a place where more adults seemed to congregate. As much as she liked children, she was itching for more stimulating conversation - not that helping young ones with their studies or independent pursuits wasn't gratifying, of course. Sometimes kids were much more mature and civilized than most adults were these days, but there were subjects just not suited for the young mind.
She had distanced herself a great deal with the elder residents of the Xavier's Institute, and she wanted to change that. She wanted to be able to become a little more sociable, make more connections, etc. While she might not have been considered a social butterfly, she still knew how to speak to people. After all, before this whole mess had developed, Wren worked as an art appraiser at an auction house in New York City. You couldn't hold down a job like that without having at least knowledge and skill on how to deal with others.
Contrary to popular belief, Wren was personable and likable in most instances. She just hadn't been allowing herself to show that side of herself... yet. Grief was all-consuming. And while she certainly had a ways to go before she could consider herself 'over it,' she was going to try her damnedest to put herself out there and make the best of her situation from now on. She needed to.
Make friends, live life (however limiting that was currently), and try to let go of the past. Those sounded like reasonable goals, right?