At least they have real food, proper fill yourself food. Otherwise why bother. She doesn't know anyone, nobody is making her go. If there wasn't proper food she'd find a burger place. She could have worn pants.

Still, the dress, putting her hair back, she looks nice. It doesn't do much for the rather dulled expression on her face. The room is drowning in noise, both real and magical, and that's a bit much for her. But it's that din she's always lived in, at least here it has a name.

She could try to make friends. Or she could stay here and eat food, and not make friends. Guess which one she chooses?

Maya's having none of this getting to know people. Fortunately for her, she's got enough of a handle on her abilities to just make herself harder to sense, short of someone with the nose of a bloodhound hunting for her.

So she's going to find a nice quiet spot, away from the discordant melodies of her classmates, and hunker down in isolation. It's too cold for any reasonable person to go to a balcony or roof, right? Those would be perfect spots to take up refuge. She's used to a level of cold. Plus feeling that numbness, as opposed to the numbness smothering her feelings, is a nice change.

Maya Ruby Matlin
UN: songstressmatlin

STATUS: Student - Grade 12

ACCOLADES: Cello Virtuoso
((Here are some more Music Accolades))

((A few more of these.))

Toronto Battle of the Bands Runner Up

BIO: I'm just here to learn how to get my weirdness under control.

You probably don't want to know me.

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