Lonely Tiger

Tamora sauntered into the Rec Room expecting at least ONE other student to be there.

Nope, Zilch, El Zippo.

Sighing and plopping down in one of those overstuffed leather couches and kicked her legs over the arm, she started to hum one of her favorite songs.

Damn, where was everyone?

Sasha walked in, making his daily rounds of the Commons. It was pointless. He is the sword play teacher, not the study hall teacher. And there was only one student in there. He had not met her yet, and didn't really want to, though he stood there anyways, curious as to what she was doing.
"Excuse me, miss," he said. "Whaat song on are you humming?"

Suddenly, a man appeared. He had a slightly young appearance to him, and had light blonde hair. She supposed that he was attractive, but, all being fair, he was a teacher. She offered a smile, a kind one. If he were indeed a teacher, she supposed she'd have to be nice, right?

" Mmm.. Uncharted by Sara Bareilles. " Tam grinned.

"Ah," he replied. "Not too familiar with that one." He removed his hands from thei resting position behind his back and offered her his hand. "Sasha Apache, sword play instructor," he said, with a haughty lilt at the end.

" It's sort of new. " Tamora watched him. He seemed proud, even for a teacher, something about his stance and the way he talked. Sitting up, she reached out and shook his hand firmly.

" Tamora Skye, Tiger Shapeshifter. " She almost grinned.

He smiled in a teacherly way. "So are you in any of the P.E. classes?"

ooc short!

Tamora thought to herself, " I think so.. But I'm not sure. Classes aren't very well organized here. " She shrugged. She ran a hand through her almost red hair, green eyes watching him.

" You're new, aren't you? "

Sasha nodded. "Yes, I am new. Is it that obvious?"

ooc short. tired. blah