Snowflakes (OPEN)

Gently down they fell from the sky, one after another, two side-by-side. The white specks seemed to glide gently from the sky, each little snowflake dancing down to the world below. Everything seemed peaceful, and it was beautiful to the young lady.
    Despite the chill of the outdoors, the white-haired girl was sitting on a bench outside the school, seeming unaffected by the cold snow as it fell gently down from the sky. A strange person, that she was. Never let it be said that Ruby was like any normal person. On the chilling winter day, what was the eye-patch-baring albino doing? Snowflakes. That's what she was doing. And she was not quite just 'doing' snowflakes, as she probably would have put it, but she was making them.
    A white piece of paper in one hand, and scissors in the other, she sat outside with her violet eye concentrated on the wintry white paper. Her brow furrowed as she tried to focus and cut the folded paper quite right so as to have it turn out how she wished. Upon her lap several small white pieces of paper fell, falling from where she'd cut them. She didn't seem to have a care in the world. Not a care that there were pillars lurking about the school, criminals scrawling throughout the halls just inside, and the fact she was wearing a tank top in the snow.
    But it didn't really matter to her. Why should it? What did she care what people thought of her? She'd learned not to care long ago--nothing could really change who she was. Oh, she had tried, but never could she get rid of her unique and eccentric personality and distinct behavior. She wasn't insane, or perhaps she was, but it didn't matter. She could cooperate like anyone else, think for herself like any other person, but yet she seemed so... far out that perhaps she wasn't all there? After all, she seemed as a dunce in most classes, staying quiet throughout them but the ever-confused expression on her face. In her art class, a class that she found very strange and bothersome, the teacher suggested she did arts and crafts--as Ruby didn't seem to want to try picking up a pen or pencil to make sketches. And alas, there she was, sitting outside and cutting snowflakes out of a folded paper. A fitting action, for the black-clad girl sitting outside in the snow. But despite how most would have likely been horribly uncomfortable in such a situation, she seemed as calm as ever--a stoic and calm expression on her face, and her voice as silent with content as the atmosphere around her in the abandoned courtyard.
    It didn't matter to her, really. She was perfectly alright with being alone. As much as she loved her friends... they seemed to be missing, and she didn't know why. Where did Yukine go? And Alex and Dan? What about Yvette? Solitude was a word she was quite familiar with, and one she did not entirely mind. As friendly as she seemed to be with what friends she made, she certainly had a quiet and peaceful side to her. A face she only showed to herself, and uncommonly to others. Then again, perhaps that was because people only seemed to catch her in the strangest of moments. Such as when she was skating on the grocery floor on the cart, or when she was leaning off a roof in search for her brother, and even when she'd been found sitting in a tree while ditching class. It seemed to be a rare moment for her. Even though it was odd she was sitting out in the snow, a black blob despite the sea of white, she was calm and didn't seem to be doing anything weird... at least, nothing too weird. this time...