Yvette | Cessily - Introduction

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Cessily and Yvette meet.

Cessily managed to find a quiet class room in the evening. She took a spiral notebook and a pen with her when she went.

In the waning light of the day, she sat in what was left of the sun as she murmured stories out loud, only stopping to occasionally write something in her note book.

Yvette's hearing wasn't any sharper than a normal person's, but she was quiet, and so it was that she caught the quiet voice from a classroom where there shouldn't be anyone - school was well and truly over for the day. Pausing, she peeked around the door, curious to see who it was. When she caught sight of Cessily, sunset light reflecting off her skin and hair, Yvette was awestruck, much the same way as she had been with Jay, her eyes flaring brightly in the dim classroom and potentially giving her presence away.

Cess was half-melted before she caught herself. With her eyes closed and a great deal of effort, she pulled herself back together. "Um, hello?" She tendered the greeting with a great deal of embarrassment. Her control was still horrific.

Yvette's eyes had widened further at the sight of the girl starting to melt and then reform, and she crept further inside, revealing a small, red girl with longer than normal fingers and toes and hair that hung stiffly. "I am sorry, I did not mean to be surprising you." Her voice was soft and marked with the Albanian accent. "You are the new student, yes?"

Crystal had told her, but it was still rather startling to see another person with such a strong physical mutation. She tried very hard not to stare. "Yes, yes that's me. I'm Cessily. Are you Yvette? That strange Australian girl, Monet, she mentioned you on that journal computer thing."

Yvette nodded. "Yes, I am Yvette. I did not mean to be interrupting, but I heard the voice and..." She gestured a little awkwardly. "Are you, how you say? Settling down in the new place?"

"Oh, I was just-" Cessily held her hands up as she shrugged. "I tell stories to myself, when I'm feeling alone. Everyone here has been wonderful, but ..." She sighed. "I miss home and my old life, before all this." She gestured at her shining skin. "I don't even wear jeans or anything anymore because I'm constantly MELTING and it's much easier to get back into the dresses."

Yvette's eyes glimmered softly. "It can be hard, yes. The school, it can be so very strange." She paused and then continued. "And there are the times when you are feeling the stranger to yourself because you do not know the person in the mirror."

She almost wanted to cry. The feelings had never been put into such clear words before. "That's it exactly," she whispered. Her hand went up to wipe tears that weren't there. She laughed as she remembered. "Oops, I keep forgetting. No more tears."

"Me also, unless I am being relaxed, which means there is not the reason to cry, yes?" Yvette's tone echoed Cessily's laugh as she moved to sit near the other girl. "If it is okay to be asking... you are changing all at once, yes? You were waking up one day to be the mutant?"

Cessily nodded. "I just felt so tired one night. I went to bed early, then slept through my alarm. My mother came in to wake me, all cheery like she is. When she pulled down the covers she-" Cess swallowed in pain at the memory. "She started to scream and wouldn't stop until Dad came in and pulled her away."

Yvette began to reach out, instinctively, but then held back, not wanting to frighten the girl with her talon-like hands. "At first, for me, it was a little. My skin would change in places and then it would go away. I was to be hiding it, but then my mother was finding out. There was the... accident, she was cutting herself on my skin. She was frightened of what would be happening, so she was hiding me." Her voice, always soft, dropped a little. "It was not working and they were taking me away. I... hid, in my mind. When I was waking up, it was to be six months later and I looked like this."

"I really want to hug you right now," Cessily said. She clasped her hands together. "I know that's awfully presumptuous of me, but I'm weird that way. Touchy feely." Her mouth twisted wryly.

Yvette's eyes dimmed a little. "It is not such the good idea, unless you cannot be cut. I would not like my skin to hurt you." It was said with soft resignation.

Cess lifted a hand to study it. "I really have no idea, but it's possibly a bad way to experiment. Turning a hug into the tragedy of a missing limb is entirely too Shakespearean for this time of day. Air kisses?" She tried to lighten the small girl's mood.

Yvette smiled at that, although she wasn't sure of the term. "And there is also the ice cream, yes?" she suggested. "Angel is saying ice cream is making everything okay."

"That sounds like an excellent plan," Cess said with a grin. "Show me the way, Ms. Yvette."