~Cyan's POV~
As soon as the loudspeaker announcement was over, I was out of there. I didn't know these people, and I am the worst at human communication. Animals? Sure. Inanimate objects? Yeah. But people? No. Way.
I only had a few friends back home, but even they got bored with me most of the time. I wasn't mean or anything...I just don't talk that much. The people here did seem awfully nice though..well, except Blanc and Black-I mean Arson. Both of them just gave off a negative vibe and I wasn't loving it. That's why I didn't talk the entire time. Blue-I mean Oliver- did seem pretty nice to me, he was encouraging me to talk.
I kept replaying his startling baby blue eyes in my mind. His very curly brown hair, and his tanned white skin, as if he spent a lot of time on the beach. His spacesuit fit him perfectly, showing off his bulging muscles and fit body...meanwhile, I felt like I looked like trash. I usually have time in the morning to do my makeup and all that jazz, but I didn't this time, given the fact that I had a panic attack when I saw that I wasn't in my room anymore.
Why was I here though...what happened? What would happen?
~Blanc's POV~
Everyone always asks me why I think Americans are...how do I say...rude? Annoying? If they met Purple, they would know why. I started walking away from the cafeteria and back to my room when she jumped up and started following me.
Blanc: Why are you following me.
Purple: You fascinate me!
Blanc: Why?
Purple: I've never met a Russian before! And I've never been on a spaceship before! Please, tell me about yourself.
She took out a small notebook and a pencil and pressed it down on the paper, staring at me expectantly.
Blanc: What is that.
Purple: Why it's a notebook of course. I found it in my room, and I decided to bring it in case anything juicy happens!
Blanc: Juicy? But there was no juice.
She sighed.
Purple: It's another word for drama or something good to write about. You see, back in my hometown I was a journalist and-
I saw my chance.
Blanc: Where is your hometown?
Purple: I live in Hawaii! Born there! And so were my parents!
I looked at her light coffee colored skin, her magenta eyes, and her straight brown hair and decided that she was telling the truth.
Purple: So, tell me! What's it like in Russia?
Blanc: It would be cold for you.
Purple: Oh! Do you guys wear coats all the time? Does it snow there?!
Blanc: Yes.
Purple gasped.
Purple: What is snow like?!
Blanc: Snow is white and gray, part and whole, indefinitely various, yet infinitely repetitious, soft hard, frozen and melting, a creaking under one's foot, and a sound of soundlessness. But first of all, it is the revision of many into one.
Purple blinked.
Purple: So is it true it's white?
I let out a frustrated sigh and started walking quicker towards my room.
Purple: Wait up, Blanc! Your legs are longer than mine! I'm not that-
Thank god, I reached my room.
Blanc: Purple, I'm tired.
Then I stepped in and slammed the door.
~Ash's POV~
I didn't leave my seat. I stayed seated, and I watched everyone leave one by one. Soon, only Oliver (Blue), Poppy (Orange), and Kim (Dark Green). I didn't say anything and I didn't plan on saying anything until Poppy turned to me and smiled.
Poppy: I love your haircut, Ash.
I ran my hands thru my pixie cut.
Ash: Thanks.
Poppy: So, where are you from?
Ash: Utah.
Poppy: Oh, that's cool! I'm from California.
I nodded, then looked back down at the table.
Poppy: I also like your earring.
I reached up to touch my ear to feel the golden chain earring.
Ash: Thanks, I guess.
Poppy stayed silent for a while until Oliver spoke up.
Oliver: Why do you think we're here?
Ash: You think I know?
Oliver: I never said that, Ash. I'm just asking.
I stared at the table.
Ash: Yeah...whatever.
I kind of wished Arson was here. He seemed friendly enough, or at least he seemed like it. Maybe I could befriend him...it would be nice to have a friend for once in my life.
