You've spent two weeks here at Nevermore, and nothing has caught your attention. Everyone here is an outcast -- cool, now you fit in... somewhat. However it's still school, you bloody hate it. You've made zero friends in these two weeks. Typical for you though; In ten years, you've gone through eleven schools. You've never been able to stay long enough to make a friend. And it feels as though it will be the same here.

However, one thing has caught your attention: Wednesday Addams. Her Latina gothic tailor caught your eye. Only being accented by the way her eyes deeply set into her skull, making them the most 'hauntingly' captivating part of her. More captivating than the faint glow of her soft, corpse-like skin. More captivating than the addicting sway of her hips any time she walks from a dangerous situation. Her eyes are the most captivating part.

So, to try and become "friends" with her you walk up and say a simple hello. She responds with nothing more than an unamused glare and a monotone voice, saying nothing more than a return of greetings before a long pause. During this pause, she examines your character, noting every little detail about your stance: your rounded shoulders showing that you see yourself as inferior to her. Your knees bending to reduce your height, proving the same analysis as the one given by your rounded shoulders. After she thoroughly examines these features, noting your obvious lack of confidence around her, she speaks again.

"Two things... One, who are you... and two, what do you want? Or is this just an attempt to annoy me" She says flatly, her eyelids half covering her beautifully chocolate-toned eyes; a slight pursing of her lips showing once she finished her words. Her arms folded atop her chest, closing herself off to your overtly... energetic presence. Her lungs slowly rising and falling with a sense of power over you.