Mika laughed, yes, laughed at the humor in it all.

She had lived her whole life around the boys, joking and fighting with them. She had never had a friend of the female gender, ever, and had always kept her distance to other girls. She had even gotten into a fight with a boy that said she 'hit like a girl', and had been kicked out of her old school because of it.

And now, now she had to go to an all girls school, and learn to be a 'lady', as her parents wanted.

She scoffed, the humor still clear in her eyes as she played with an escaped tendril of silver/honey hair that hung down against her cheek. The rest of the hair was pushed into the black cap that sat upon her head, and her yellow eyes seemed to gleam with glee over the whole damn situation.

This was so typical her parents.

She tucked the loose strand in, and then brushed down her clothes a little. She had just arrived about an hour ago, and not yet actually gone up to the school places, so she sat hidden in the park like place she had found. As she had then yet to get her school uniform, she was dressed in baggy jeans that hung loosely on her curved hips, new white sneakers that she hadn't tied, and a baggy T-shirt that hid any female shapes what so ever.
In short, she looked like a rather young, feminine boy and not a developing young girl.

"This will be much interesting." She muttered to herself, low and with clear amusement, turning her gaze to glance up towards the buildings.
She doubted she'd fit in.

She had never really fit in anywhere.

A quiet femme approached the other girl, silver hair billowing out behind her as the wind picked up. it had been increasingly windy as of late, and the afternoon storms brought Rin a sense of both peace and sadness. She noted the girl's appearance and smiled to herself, finding it comical for a girl to dress in such a manner, however this was coming from a girl who was not only the Etoile, but a girl who had practically been raised for the part. Her entire life had been wrapped in white lace...lace that was now stained with blood.

She then felt sorry for her opinion of the girl and let it go with the wind as she approached.

"Greetings," she said, her voice like bells, "Welcome to Astraea Hill, my name is Rin." She knew the girl was new do to her lack of proper uniform. She guessed the girl might scoff at the pink and exceptionally "girly" attire of the Le Rim students. She assumed the girl would not know who she was, but did not feel the need to announce her status.

As always, the wind blew on, sending a few pink petals from the few surrounding cherry trees to dance around them on invisible wings.

Hawk-eyes.

Eyes of a hawk.

Her friends used to tease her about that, saying she was more of an animal than a person at times. Her lack of femininity, her love for roughhousing and sports, and her almost desperate need to destroy whatever dresses her parents bought her...
Plus, she had a huge appetite that could only be matched by the boys two years older.

When you move around a lot, you need the energy after all.

But the thing that everyone commented on, was her eyes. Her deep golden eyes, with an aware sharpness in them likened by the predatory birds that hunted from the sky. She always kept her gaze fixed and her senses alert.

And had she not been so focused on everything else at that moment, she would have noticed the girl before she was spoken to.

Nearly falling out of the chair she had been occupying, Mika yelped loudly before cursing under her breath, standing up quickly and trying to not seem as shocked at being caught of guard as she was.

The next moment, her words caught in her throat, and she felt herself blush slightly. Something that she very skillfully hid behind a slight scowl, digging her hands deep into the pockets of her baggy jeans. "Well, yeah, I aint planning ta stay." She said in a rather confident way, her words telling she was a tomboy more than a little lady that people wanted her to be.

"I'm Mika. And I'll be tha one peepz will search for when crap goes wrong."

"Really?" Replied Rin, her voice calm, "Might I join you?" Without waiting for the girl's response she sat at the table the girl had been occupying. It's dainty white paint-job was flawlessly covering the iron. Crafted into the metal were swirling vines, flowers and leaves that suited the fresh look of the garden. It was nice to see the sun shining after to much rain.

She felt the need for tea and cake to occupy the table, and pulled out a small pink-tinted plastic bag tied with a red bow from a pocket in her skirt. She laid it out on the table to reveal a few vanilla cookies drizzled with chocolate and four small slices of pound cake.

"Excuse the lack of tea, but are you hungry? I'm willing to share."

It was gift that had been given to her moments before arriving at the park. The Etoile always seemed to receive gifts of sweets wherever she went. It just so happened that this one came in handy before it found it's way into the nearest dumpster.

She carefully watched the girl's boyish antics and playfully thought of how many Spica girls would fall for one such as she. "You should be careful how you speak, if a Sister catches you using that language she'll make you eat soap." It might have seemed as if she were joking, but the nuns who ran the school were not shy of such extremes when it came to discipline. Not that Rin minded, but even she did not curse out of custom ad habit, not out of preference.

She began to eat one of the small slices of cake, pleased that the girl who gave it to her had been a good cook and let her gaze fall onto tone of the many sparkling fountains nearby.