Nica and Maya - backdated to September 27
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xp_logsChecking on Maya after various dramas, Nica makes tentative moves towards friendship.
It had been pretty clear from the various journal conversations that Maya had managed to get herself into trouble. Nica didn't really want to know the specifics, but she did want to try and help out. The kid was a ball of anger and resentment, and maybe she'd take some help from someone closer to her own age.
Or at least Nica could distract her from making herself unpleasant on the journal system for a while.
She started to knock on the door of the suite, then remembered Maya was deaf. So instead, she opened the door slightly and flipped the light switch on and off several times.
"Come in!" Maya called, securing the devices that allowed her to hear to the cochlear implants.
She'd been attempting to sketch how she felt currently, a directive from the Professor after her talk with him earlier in the week. It seemed to include a lot of red, black and jagged lines at the moment.
"Hey, Maya," Nica said as she came in. She gave a slightly awkward wave. "I"m Nica. We sort of met on the journals."
Maya put down the pencils she'd been working with and waved the other girl over.
"Hey Nica! Wondered who you were. Welcome to Casa Maya. Well, mostly Casa Maya. It's also Casa Xavin, Rahne and Illyana when they're here. Have a seat."
"Thanks." Nica sat down in one of the easy chairs, making sure she was facing Maya. She wasn't sure how well she could hear with the implants and any way, good habits meant less chances of lapses when Maya wasn't wearing them. She obviously didn't use them all the time. "Sorry to just barge in - I thought I'd come and say hi in person, be neighborly. That sort of thing."
"It's cool," Maya replied, using the combination between what she could read on Nica's lips and hear through her implants that she normally did when talking to the hearing. "Just doing some work for the old bald guy."
It wasn't that she didn't have respect for the Professor, which she did, it was that she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about him yet. Besides, he'd seemed to take her obvious anger with a calmness that stood him in good stead with her.
"What sort of work?" The question popped out before Nica could stop herself, and she gave Maya an abashed look. "If you don't mind telling me, that is. I kind be a bit nosy with the questions sometimes."
"I promise to bite your head off if you ever ask a stupid question but curiosity is fine," Maya replied, opening the art book she'd been working with and pushing it toward Nica. "It's art therapy - since it's something I already do, I suppose he figured working with it on my emotional 'wellbeing' was a good start."
The art was black mostly, with hints of red shading. In it, a blood red sun blighted with shadows, overlooked a stylized landscape where distant figures seemed to struggle to be seen amidst jagged and deep strokes of graphite pencil.
"Looks... angry," Nica said after a moment of studying it. Then she gave Maya an abashed grin. "That would be one of those stupid questions. Of course you're angry - you say you are often enough."
Maya rolled her eyes but waved Nica's concern away.
"Not always, sometimes I'm tired and bored too," Maya replied with a grin. "So, you come by to state the obvious or just to keep me company?"
"A little of column A, a little of column B..." Nica said with a shrug. "I thought you'd appreciate a conversation that didn't involve someone yelling at you. And like I said on the journals to that Wade person, I'm good for distractions and burning off steam."
"I don't need managing," Maya replied with a snap, tearing up the artwork and crushing it into a ball before she fired at the wall, where it bounced off and into the garbage bin, without looking. "And I don't care if they yell at me or not - they're idiots. But - you're alright, so I don't mind you coming over. You like video games at all?"
"Less managing, more keeping you from getting grounded, which I figure you'd appreciate." Nica grinned, unperturbed by Maya's reaction. "You got Bioshock? I was part-way through that when we moved, and I think it wound up in Dad's stuff."
"I don't have anything - had to leave without any of my stuff," Maya replied - eyeing Nica for a moment before shrugging and moving on. If Nica said she wasn't here to manage her, then she believed her. "But the game console was here when I got here - so I figure we can take a look at the library downstairs if you want."
"Sounds like an idea," Nica replied easily. "After all, what's the point of living in a fancy mansion if there's not a full video game library?"
It had been pretty clear from the various journal conversations that Maya had managed to get herself into trouble. Nica didn't really want to know the specifics, but she did want to try and help out. The kid was a ball of anger and resentment, and maybe she'd take some help from someone closer to her own age.
Or at least Nica could distract her from making herself unpleasant on the journal system for a while.
She started to knock on the door of the suite, then remembered Maya was deaf. So instead, she opened the door slightly and flipped the light switch on and off several times.
"Come in!" Maya called, securing the devices that allowed her to hear to the cochlear implants.
She'd been attempting to sketch how she felt currently, a directive from the Professor after her talk with him earlier in the week. It seemed to include a lot of red, black and jagged lines at the moment.
"Hey, Maya," Nica said as she came in. She gave a slightly awkward wave. "I"m Nica. We sort of met on the journals."
Maya put down the pencils she'd been working with and waved the other girl over.
"Hey Nica! Wondered who you were. Welcome to Casa Maya. Well, mostly Casa Maya. It's also Casa Xavin, Rahne and Illyana when they're here. Have a seat."
"Thanks." Nica sat down in one of the easy chairs, making sure she was facing Maya. She wasn't sure how well she could hear with the implants and any way, good habits meant less chances of lapses when Maya wasn't wearing them. She obviously didn't use them all the time. "Sorry to just barge in - I thought I'd come and say hi in person, be neighborly. That sort of thing."
"It's cool," Maya replied, using the combination between what she could read on Nica's lips and hear through her implants that she normally did when talking to the hearing. "Just doing some work for the old bald guy."
It wasn't that she didn't have respect for the Professor, which she did, it was that she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about him yet. Besides, he'd seemed to take her obvious anger with a calmness that stood him in good stead with her.
"What sort of work?" The question popped out before Nica could stop herself, and she gave Maya an abashed look. "If you don't mind telling me, that is. I kind be a bit nosy with the questions sometimes."
"I promise to bite your head off if you ever ask a stupid question but curiosity is fine," Maya replied, opening the art book she'd been working with and pushing it toward Nica. "It's art therapy - since it's something I already do, I suppose he figured working with it on my emotional 'wellbeing' was a good start."
The art was black mostly, with hints of red shading. In it, a blood red sun blighted with shadows, overlooked a stylized landscape where distant figures seemed to struggle to be seen amidst jagged and deep strokes of graphite pencil.
"Looks... angry," Nica said after a moment of studying it. Then she gave Maya an abashed grin. "That would be one of those stupid questions. Of course you're angry - you say you are often enough."
Maya rolled her eyes but waved Nica's concern away.
"Not always, sometimes I'm tired and bored too," Maya replied with a grin. "So, you come by to state the obvious or just to keep me company?"
"A little of column A, a little of column B..." Nica said with a shrug. "I thought you'd appreciate a conversation that didn't involve someone yelling at you. And like I said on the journals to that Wade person, I'm good for distractions and burning off steam."
"I don't need managing," Maya replied with a snap, tearing up the artwork and crushing it into a ball before she fired at the wall, where it bounced off and into the garbage bin, without looking. "And I don't care if they yell at me or not - they're idiots. But - you're alright, so I don't mind you coming over. You like video games at all?"
"Less managing, more keeping you from getting grounded, which I figure you'd appreciate." Nica grinned, unperturbed by Maya's reaction. "You got Bioshock? I was part-way through that when we moved, and I think it wound up in Dad's stuff."
"I don't have anything - had to leave without any of my stuff," Maya replied - eyeing Nica for a moment before shrugging and moving on. If Nica said she wasn't here to manage her, then she believed her. "But the game console was here when I got here - so I figure we can take a look at the library downstairs if you want."
"Sounds like an idea," Nica replied easily. "After all, what's the point of living in a fancy mansion if there's not a full video game library?"
