Hopes, despairs, and jam? (Victorique Masters first, open)

The ever so faint sounds of a distant fight between two male students in the hallways neighboring the library whipped through the environment as the double doors were pushed open, executing the peace of the safe haven that Alioth had been residing in. Masters stepped through the door with the word displeasure defining her facial expression. After a sharp inhale, Masters released the two doors and brushed off her dress, forcing the sound of the fight to evacuate the premises as the doors slammed shut and Masters proceeded to take a seat on the other side of the table and attempting to compose herself by taking out her notepad and drawing a kitten on it.

Once she had managed to sketch down a rough version of what would be a black and white spotted kitten in the final draft, Masters raised her head, only just noticing Alioth sitting opposite her. This not only sent a chill down her spine, but also triggered her new born ability to think of a scheme to avoid the one thing she swore not to do throughout her time at the school...

Socialize

Masters hung her head in defeat. As soon as it had begun, it was over. However, so long as there was a single synapse in her mind that could transfer information, Masters would find a way out of this. Masters tore the picture she had drawn and slid it a quarter of the way across the table with a face almost completely void of all emotion. That is, until Masters' hand came to a abrupt stop and Masters found herself once again in a situation in which her size foiled her plan. Masters retracted her hand and placed the picture in front of herself on the table, then picking up her notepad and covering her embarrassed face with it.

Masters took her Pencil into her hand and wrote out a small note, this time deciding to stand up from her chair and physically walk around the table in order to place the picture and note next to her. On the note, there was but a simple sentence.
"It's yours."

Masters closed her notepad and slotted her pencil into her pockets, peering over Alioth's shoulder and reading some of the content her book contained in an attempt to avoid eye contact. Masters froze after a good twenty seconds of reading, slowly opening her notepad back up and writing out another note. This time, with much more of her penmanship skills showing as she wrote in handwriting that looked as though it belonged in the 18th century. The next note placed before Alioth read "I admire your taste in literature."

With that 'said', Masters returned to her chair across the table from Alioth and attempted a second drawing. This time around, her plan was to draw a detailed magnifying glass.

Masters allowed herself three seconds of smiling privileges as she took in the compliment and continued to scribble in the various tones of the light reflected by the magnifying glass. Once she was moderately happy with the current state of the picture, Masters turned to the next page of her notepad and wrote her next note in a similar fashion to how it had been executed the previous time prior to ripping it from the notepad.

Masters placed the note before her, leaning over ever so slightly as she blew on the unread note, helping it drift over to the reach of Alioth. Once turned over, the note revealed the message "The pleasure is all mine."

Not many seconds later, a second note found its way being pushed over to Alioth by one of the four elements. In this case, the new found note stated "My name is Victorique, but my friends call me Masters."
Already Masters found herself lying to one of her fellow students. No one had even noticed her up until this point due to her 'evasive maneuvers', let alone having any friends call her by her family name.

Masters wrote one final note before standing herself back to attention and awkwardly positioning herself next to Alioth once again. Her third note was folded in half and entitled "Do not read until after page 58."
Inside the third note was a comment she had made on the relationship between the protagonist of the book and their assistant being in love. This odd thought derived from the subtle hint that was given on the page in question.

Now happy that her social quota for this year had been fulfilled, Masters strolled over to the Psychology section of the library and opened up a book titled "DSM IV."

Masters flipped through the book in search for the letter of Mental Illnesses under B, allowing many pages to fly from one side of her view to the other in the process. Once she had reached her destination within the DSM IV, Masters placed her finger in the way of the still turning pages, making it easier to keep track of the page she was searching for as it found its self being opened once again. Masters gradually began losing herself to the book, seeing and hearing nothing but the letters written on the subject "Borderline personality disorder".

Masters' solidifying focus on the subject of Borderline Personality disorder shattered once she heard the familiar voice. Usually, she would pretend as though she had heard nothing, but this time around, she felt as though she owed Alioth for helping her fulfill her social quota.
With a subtle nod, Masters drew her notepad and scribbled down "(A diagnostics book concerning mental health cases.)" onto her next note, then proceeding to rip the piece of paper from the notepad.

With her note completed, Masters held the book's cover up for Alioth to see, then bringing the piece of paper underneath the title of the book. At this point, the book would read "DSM-IV (A diagnostics book concerning mental health cases.)"

Masters couldn't help but notice Alioth's silence. There was a numerous amount of questions she could have been asking herself as the note had been written down. She could only hope that whatever the image Alioth had been building up in her head, it wasn't one that was going to bring any attention to Masters and her plan to escape the school in which she had been trapped.

Masters shook her head gently, attempting to contain her smile as a portrait of herself returning home to England was sketched out inside of her mind. Only a matter of seconds later, her portrait of freedom faded as the sound of another fight in the neighboring hallway broke out. With a slightly lowered head, Masters wrote out another note and this time walked over to Alioth and handed it to her.

This note in particular consisted of a phrase Masters would often repeat to herself over the days and nights she spent worrying about the actions of others.
"Ignorance of oneself is bliss. However, the ignorance of the creatures around ones self is the death of them."

Victorique turned to the doors of the library, unsure of if starting the fight between the two delinquents was a good idea in the first place. At first, the plan was to simply move the two of them out of her way without her needing to say anything. Now it would seem that the plan had backfired on her and Alioth may well be caught in the crossfire at this rate.

Victorique nodded, closing her book. Then turning and facing the opposite direction as she began to gradually increase her speed, hoping for her sake that Alioth would accompany her to the corner of the library. Victorique placed the book back in its original resting place as she passed by the location from which she had retrieved it. Now that her hands were free, she began writing yet another message as she continued to walk down the aisle of seemingly endless books.

(OOC: Take every last second you need, I'm not going to rush you in the slightest. Those two tasks sound like a handful, so please do not rush yourself. Not that I'd want you to do so even if you weren't that busy. I am actually going to be at a driving lesson for roughly two hours after I send this message, so hopefully that gives you just that little bit more of free time to relax.)

OOC: There's no need to worry about thanking me. If anything, I still owe you for teaching me the ropes.

Masters dropped her walking down, allowing Alioth to gain ground and walk along side her as she tore off the following note and handed it to her.
"To think throwing just one piece of paper could cause such trouble."

Vibrations began moving through the floor on a larger scale with each passing moment, it became evident that the fight was only becoming more and more intense with every punch thrown. Masters found this fact amusing, resulting in another faint smile escaping her mouth. To her dismay, Masters found that the same could not be said for Alioth, who seemed troubled to say the least.

Masters knew full well that she would never be the type of person that could comfort others, but in this instance, guilt overrides embarrassment. With that in mind, Masters turned back to face the same direction as Alioth and began work on her next note, which, when delivered to Alioth told her "There's no need to worry. In this school, people fight each other until they can't move, so neither side will be able to stand up and hit you in the end."

Masters slipped her notepad and pencil back into her left pocket on her dress, then moving both of her hands behind her back and linking together as they neared the end of the library.