Unread postby SLAMU » June 1st, 2011, 10:56 pm
The crowd is starting to thin, clearly delineating between those interested in first choice of the Ateliers and those more interested in socialization. A few feet away is a group of primarily Asian students is standing a few yards away. Every so often one of them will glance around and gesture at one group or another, while another, usually a taller one with a long package near at hand would shake his head. Another boy, this one with bared arms and, from what you can tell, says something else, gesturing at the form of Mr. Tibbles, this time it is a petite, almost miniature, young girl dressed in a dark blue school uniform shakes her head.
Three students, one of them clearly in charge and another two looking like shaved gorillas flanking him approached a redheaded pair, the three of them muttering together and looking at the group of Asians. A black boy, one puberty blessed with height and gangliness, walked out a door behind someone else, finger bones braided into his long hair.
A small, malnourished boy with swarthy skin and dirty, cast off clothing is looking at everyone suspiciously. He carries no luggage with him, but makes toward a nearby door with a strange gait. He passes through it, almost Gollum-like, eyes never leaving people.
A pale boy wearing a particularly nice three piece suit of black and white pinstripe, a red tie with a scarab tie clip is speaking to what looks to be a pair of Arab women, though it is hard to tell with the bhurkas. One of the girls gestures to the Asian group, then toward your group. A question, then they move closer to the group with the redheads and the boy who brought shaved gorillas with him.
Across the room there is a young lady with a lacy fan obscuring most of her features, but is dressed in what looks to be high fashion of the 1920s. She is carrying on an animated conversation with a shorter figure, who you can only see the back of the head of.