[Holly Hock]

Holly was to commit a heinous act that could change the course of history as we know it. It was the end of day, and soon twilight would embrace Mistral in a red glow fit for crimes if this magnitude. Holly was prowling in the forest of the Quad, in her hands holding the piece de resistance that would change her from a law-abiding citizen to a delinquent. She was going to abuse her power, her very semblance... to grow a plant on school property... because she didn't wanted to walk that far.

Scandalous.

Tomorrow was the first day of gardening club, and Holly needed to get her hands on some fresh bananas. She placed the yellow fruit on the recruitment poster, so she felt obligated to provide them during the meeting. Problem was, the trees were too large to grow indoors. Correction, they were found 'too big' by the faculty. Carrots, fine! Tomato, fine! Bananas? Nope! No growing of trees indoors, she was told. All well and good, yet this tree was still going to happen. A banana-pledge was made. So, that was why Holly was walking through a normally abandoned portion of the Quad, carrying a banana plant seedling in a small plastic pot. It would only take minutes for the girl, but it still felt wrong. Holly knew that people didn't wanted random plants grown in places that they didn't belong. Still, would people really notice it when I sow it this far away from the path? Only like..dogs and couples would go this far into the grass. The other trees offered enough coverage for privacy. Maybe the couples would enjoy the bananas if they went here? Everybody likes bananas.

When the girl with the green thumbs found a good enough spot that could hold her new creation, she knelt down. Her white dress was already caked around the edges by faint stains of mud, so she honestly couldn't be bothered. Her bare feet wiggle around in the grass as she searches for a proper spot to start digging. She placed her hands on the grass, whispered a quiet "sorry" under her breath, and used her semblance to uproot the grass. It was an odd display. her semblance forcing the little blades of grass to come out of the dirt like hairs falling of like she was shaving a head. It was a need little trick Holy learned to make digging in the dirt a lot easier. Nothing keeping the dirt together now. After sweeping the loose grass away, Holly started digging. With her hands. It was honestly the reason why she didn't had nice nails. It didn't even occurred to the girl that bringing a shovel was a quicker alternative. She liked digging in the dirt with her hands before planting a seed. It was like making a bed before you placed a child into it. You do it with love and care.

To any onlooker, a weird girl without shoes was digging a whole with her hands in a shady corner of the Quad, out of view and out of sight.

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

Nasrin was to commit a heinous act that would... Well, it wouldn't change much of anything but it had been a long day full of /boring/ classes and she needed to let off some steam. She had forgotten how awful school was, and her not ever finishing her early education certainly didn't help in this case. Some of the classes were alright, the ones involving weapons or combat training being Nasrin's personal favorites, but the rest made it feel like her very aura was being drained just from the barrage of boredom.

And so she headed out into the Quad to do some graffiti. Wearing her usual outfit, and carrying only a single can of bright pink spray paint, she skateboarded through the orangish light given off by the setting sun. She liked this time of day. Less people around to avoid on the paths, less talking, and of course most importantly there was nearly no one around to catch her in the act of spray painting some innocent trees. The Quad was Nasrin's favorite part of the Academy so far. It had plenty of wide open space and side paths to roll down when she wanted, and if she was feeling particularly spicy she could try and grind along the fountain or some of the guide rails meant to keep people out of the woods and on the paths. Generally that was more trouble than it was worth if for no other reason than the fact Rascal Heavy tended to leave dents in things.

Imagine her surprise when, while skating down one of the more secluded paths deeper in the forested areas of the Quad, Nasrin discovered a girl with greasy pink hair and a pretty shitty dress, wearing no shoes and covered in mud hunched over a little hole in the ground that she seemed to be... Digging with her bare hands? Nasrin came to a running stop, picking up Rascal as she worked to slow herself down. Ducking under the guard rail she leaned both Rascal and herself against a nearby tree and settled in to watch this strange girl and her digging. After doing so for a few minutes, and seeing that it seemed this girl was trying to plant seeds of some kind she spoke up.

"Yo. Y'know we invented shovels for a reason, yeah? You're gonna fuck up your dress more than you already have like that, and while I get the look you've got going with the pink hair - great minds think alike y'know - you could maybe /try/ to take better care of it? First step is not diving face first into the dirt." Nasrin has a deeper voice, and speaks with no small amount of judgment oozing from every word. It seems this dirt-girl had already disappointed her and she hadn't even gotten a chance to speak yet.

"But hey. At least you have good taste in activities. Don't think the staff'd look to kindly on plantin' stuff without their permission, y'know? I won't tell em if you do me a little favor."

Nasrin rolls her shoulders while she waits for a response, and takes the time to kick at some of the dirt and get her spray can ready with a few quick shakes accompanied by the characteristic clicking of an aerosol can.

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[Holly Hock]

Holly was quietly digging as her private moment was rudely interrupted by the rad stranger. Her whole was nearly finished even, when the deep voice spoke out. Holly's head quickly darted to the source of the sound as she seemed to be in high alert. Her muscles tensed for a moment as she expected a faculty member to have busted her. In the act, no less! The girl seemed to relax soon though, as her eyes seemed to recognize that the person in front of her was a fellow student like her. That other pink haired girl that got assaulted by a razor. Maybe it was a custom where she was from, but only having half a head of hair was silly. You would catch a cold on the right and be too warm on the left. Totally inefficient.

Ow yeah, she also missed a part of her arm. Tragic. She at least had her other arm and some nice tattoos. They were roses, Holly believed. Or at least they looked like roses. Pretty.

Still, the words she said didn't seem to make too much sense to Holly, and the girl looked more confused the longer Nasrin went on speaking. At least my hair was on both sides of my head, she thought! Well maybe Holly was a little dense, she could hear that the girl didn't had much nice to say to her. Insulting her only dress and hair in the same sentence. My father gave me both of those! Who are you to insult how I look?! The better pink-haired girl frowned, as she tried to remember her name. Holly blanked on that one. It wasn’t like the girl had talked to Holly before. She had seen her in a few lessons, heard some things about her. She got in all sorts of trouble. Like kicking over trashcans and riding down old ladies in the streets with that vehicle of hers. Holly would get in trouble if she associated with this person. Friends were good, unless the people you become friends with are already bad. You can't make a good relationship with a bad person. It doesn't work like that, does it?

Holly could have given a clever quip, if she was witty. She wasn't witty. She could have given her a sucker-punch to the face if she was violent, but she wasn't all that aggressive. So, what Holly did was maybe even a greater insult than either. She ignored the anarchic template that stood before her. Her plant was more important than her. Let her do her thing, I do my thing. So...that was what Holly did. She took the plant pot she had taken with her and she pried the seedling and the dirt loose from the container. With her dirty mud hands, again.

Holly then turned her back to Nasrin, and she quietly started to place her little banana creation in the ground. Hopefully the troublemaker would just leave her be and go run over old ladies in the other side of the park.

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

Dirt-girl was about as talkative as her namesake it seemed. Nasrin could see the confusion on the girls face as she spoke, maybe she wasn't from here and spoke another language? Or maybe she was just mute. Or the girl was choosing to ignore her. That last one was the most likely, Nasrin decided, and when she had tried to be so nice too. The question now is what exactly she was planting in that hole, and was it worth Nasrin's time to get involved beyond what she had already done. It wouldn't be anything mundane like tomatoes or whatever else the school grows already, otherwise this little plant based delinquent wouldn't be out here in the dark.

Nasrin pushes off of the tree where she was leaning and takes a few steps closer to the girl, leaning this way and that to get a better view of both the hole and the seeds that were destined to be buried there. She crunches through the leaves and twigs on the forest floor until she's right behind dirt-girl, then leans over one of her shoulders - right into what Nasrin presumes is her personal space.

"Ignoring people is rude, y'know?" She says this while leaning right beside dirt-girls ear, then leans back to walk around to the opposite side of the hole from the object of her attention. "I don't like to be ignored. 'Specially not by folks doing stuff I almost respect. You mute? Or just decided I'm not worth your precious seed planting time?"

Nasrin settles down cross legged on the opposite side of the hole, making sure to sit in grass to avoid getting any dirt on her clothes. She has standards, low ones, but they're there. And she remains in that spot to watch the planting process and see if the girl intends to respond any further.

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[Holly Hock]

Holly hoped with all her heart that she would just be let to her own devices. She didn't offend her or got in her way. Still, when Nasrin moved away from the tree and over towards Holly, she tensed up again. Was she going to hit me? Spit on me? Destroy the plant? That last thought was honestly the most difficult for Holly to swallow. She needed that plant, and she didn't have any other seeds with her. She listened to the fall of Nasrin's feet as she came closer and closer. Did she need to defend her plant from another student? Was she allowed to hit other student's for plant-related incidents?

When Nasrin was leaning over Holly's shoulder, the plant-loving girl was this close to either booking it or pushing the other girl away. People only come this close to punch someone or give them a hug or a kiss. And this wouldn't have been a nice hug! Holly frowned when this one-armed bully said that she was rude. Insulting hair and dresses were rude! Still, when this fiend actually seemed to be somewhat interested in what Holly was doing and went to sit in front of her, a pair of magenta eyes looked up from the plant. They were almost looking right past Nasrim. Acknowledging her, but still seeming to her more of a nuisance than a welcomed addition.

Holly gave this other girl a chance. As she placed a finger of her left hand on the little seedling, she explained what she was about to do with a stone-cold expression. "This is a banana plant. They normally don't grow this far North, and I miss them from home." Why did she say this instead of the Gardening club? Well, maybe both were true. Maybe Holly didn't want this girl to knowing about her club, or maybe she just wanted to share this fact with someone that already thinks little of her. You can't think less of someone for being homesick if you already think of them as dirt.

Without any further notice that she was about to do so, a magenta glow appeared around the little banana-seedling. Within moments the fledgling plant started to grow in length. First a little, but quickly more rapidly. It was like a time lapse video happening in front of one's eyes. Within two minutes there was already a decent banana plant, yet it wasn't just yet ready to start bearing fruit. Holly concentrated all of her attention to the act, as she had her eyes closed while focusing her very being into the plant. It always felt draining. Putting your all into something else. Life and into other life. Forcing a seedling to pass months of growth into such a short time frame asked a lot. A smaller plant that was already more grown was less exhausting than this, but this was a task that wasn't all that easy to do even for Holly. A girl who seemed to be totally lost in tending to the plant, causing her to basically ignore Nasrin again for a moment.

How rude!

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

"This is a banana plant. They normally don't grow this far north, and I miss them from home." And that was all the words Nasrin got before dirt-girl started ignoring her again. She was frustrating, most people are a lot more talkative than she was. Maybe she was scared. Nasrin had a bit of a reputation, depending on who you talked to, and if this girl had spoken to the wrong people she might have a bad impression. Was it worth correcting that impression? Maybe. She'd have to see what this girl turned out to be like before that was decided.

Dirt-girl placed the seedling into its new home and both it and her began to glow. So this was her semblance then, plant stuff? Really got the short end of the stick on that one. Nasrin couldn't help but imagine this girl trying to fight someone by growing a tree in their face,and that thought had her giggling as she watched the banana tree begin to grow. Might have been a shitty semblance for fighting, but /damn/ did the plant grow quickly.

Nasrin waited for the girl to stop using her semblance before talking again, this time with a bit less venom and judgment in her tone, though she still was grumpy about being ignored for so long. "Never seen a banana plant before. Don't think Mistral has either. People are gonna see this here and question where it came from, you know? I'm not the only one who comes out here, not by a long shot. What's your plan if you get caught?"

Nasrin leaned back, using her good arm to proper herself up slightly so that she could keep eye-contact with dirt-girl. "Also, unless you wanna be known as Dirt-girl by me for the rest of your life, I'd like your name. You seemed to judge me the second you saw me, so I'm guessing you know mine, if not that then you probably heard rumors. I'd like to know what those were."

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[Holly Hock]

A few moments of quiet were nice. Just Holly and her plant, connected as if one. It was a weird bond to explain. To have your life, your being, and giving it to something else. Where an emptiness was formed because of it, a feeling of pride and joy came in its place. Holly knew without looking that Nasrin wasn't on team Plant. Maybe that was judgemental on her end, but she didn't looked or played the part. Nobody on the side of nature would betray someone else for bringing about life.

When the first question came, Holly kept her eyes closed as she still focused her aura into the plant while sitting hunched over. The feeling of emptiness that she felt in her stomach became stronger, and it made the girl seem even more detached from the conversation than before. "I can uproot the tree easily if they ask me. If they ask me. I control plants, not only make it grow." With everything she had, she would defend the only banana tree in Mistral. Having bananas shipped in would be horrible. They would get all brown and squishy. Some people wanted their bananas nice and yellow, or maybe even green if they were really adventurous.

Still, when Nasrin spoke again about her name and if Holly had it out for the other girl, the two-armed girl did stir for a moment. Quietly and slowly she removed her hand from the tree. Dizzy. She felt slightly dizzy. Holly needed a moment to collect herself from discharging that much aura in a small timeframe. When she felt ready enough, she opened her magenta eyes to look closely at Nasrin. Well, mostly at her hair. It was an odd reflection in some ways. They both had pink hair, but it couldn't be more different from each other. Holly's was messy and unkempt, wild, and untapped potential that a skilled barber could fashion into something presentable. Nasrin's on the other hand? To Holly it seemed manufactured to be wild. Shaved on one side, kept pretty and long on the other side. Cared for and most likely washed often. Why destroy one side of your head but keep the other side so pretty? You already lost an arm, no reason to loose your hair if you actually care.

Holly recovered enough to begin talking after a few seconds, and she scooted a bit to the side to not have a plant directly in her face while doing so. "I have been called Plant-Girl, Jungle-Girl, and The Pink Planter before. Dirt-Girl is not that much off from that, but my name is Holly. Holly Hock. I come from an island named Mato-Mato, that lays between Mistral and Menagerie." The girl seemed not all that invested in what she was saying by the somewhat deadpan expression she kept on her face. She continued slightly more hesitant, though she seemed to be getting more comfortable with speaking the more she went on. "I...uhm, they say that you cause trouble. Kicking over trashcans and riding over old people with your vehicle. I don't care if you got a hatred for the elderly, but you insulted my hair and dress. This dress is currently the only clothing that I own, and we did not have hot water in the house growing up. I can't stand cold showers." Talking about herself never really frightened Holly as much as talking about other people. She knew who is was and held little to no shame about that. She just hoped that other people liked who she was. Did she care about how One-arm thought of her? Holly wasn’t certain about it herself.

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

"I have been called Plant-Girl, Jungle-Girl, and The Pink Planter before. Dirt-Girl is not that much off from that, but my name is Holly. Holly Hock I come from an island named Mato-Mato, that lays between Mistal and Menagerie." It was a small thing, but knowing the other pink girls name was important to Nasrin. Names carried weight, told you about a person sometimes. "I... Uhm, they say that you cause trouble. Kicking over trash cans and riding over hold people with your vehicle. I don't care if you got a hatred for the elderly, but you insulted my hair and dress. This dress is currently the only clothing I own, and we did not have hot water in the house growing up, I can't stand cold showers."

Well those were new. Nasrin had definitely kicked over trash cans before, but unless she stole someone's car when she was drunk one night she didn't remember ever having run someone over before. "Well, few things to set straight there, yeah?" She leaned back, holding eye contact with Holly as she spoke. "First of all, kicking over trash cans is an excellent passtime, don't go judging me for that. Second, I don't even own a car, let alone have anything that could run over an old person. I do my best not to hit anyone when I'm skating, if that's what'cha mean." She stood up now that the show was over. The tree had grown, so she circled back around to stand closer to the other girl.

"Look, I'm pretty damn sure that the school gives out uniforms to students. Hell, you could probably find someone willing to patch up that dress for free if you looked. And I know for a fact the school has showers. Hot showers. Neither of those are excuses for shit. I'm gonna assume you weren't lying to me, and that you just didn't know about the uniform or the hot water somehow, but now you do. So do yourself and everyone a favor and get cleaned up, alright? Straighten out your hair, give it a good combing. I could give you the name of my stylist if you want something that actually looks good."

She walks back over to where she had set her spray paint and Rascal and picks up both. The board she tucks under her stump, and the spray can she begins to shake and then apply little graffiti tags to the trunks of some of the nearby trees. They were small things, each a little bit different but all were pink and of some kind of flower. Most often it was a rose, with varying amounts of vines and thorns around it for each tag. "Want me to tag your tree? Could brighten it up a bit, add some pink. Oh! And if you want advice on clothes, I can hook you up with the good shit."

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Holly kept looking at Nasrin as she tried to defend herself. She was fiddling with a strand of her hair as her eyes followed her as well. Of course, someone who ran over old ladies with flying skateboards would never admit to doing just that. She admitted to supporting kicking over trashcans in the same sentence! Everyone knows that is the gateway crime that leads to more crime! Holly was seriously judging Nasrin in her mind, though her blank expression didn't betray it. Trying to push the issue would not get Nasrin to admit to it, and Holly still wasn't certain if Nasrin did it or not. Maybe she stole a car as well! Wait, can you even drive a car with one arm? Didn't you need two of those? Well, maybe she used another vehicle than a car!

On the advice for fashion, Holly was rather defensive of her one outfit policy. She pointed to her dress and looked a bit confused as to why Nasrin would advise her to garden in a uniform. "I don't think we own the school uniforms. I wear that in class because it is needed. If I would garden with the uniform, it would just get muddy." She would have two stained outfits at that point, and the world would not improve with that. On the subject of her hair, Holly was silent for a short moment. It was a rare moment of awkwardness for girl as she admitted to her shortcomings. She knew about the showers. The hair-care products were a different story though. "I don't know how to clean my hair with the stuff they got here. I am...I tried something that was called 'conditioner', but it didn't work." On the topic of looking good, Holly was silent as well. Gardening dresses didn't need to look good! Also, fighting Grimm would ruin outfits, wouldn't it?

When Nasrin started to tag trees, Holly didn't really freak out about the damage she inflicted upon the plants. Mostly because she had the wrong idea about it. She saw woodcutters use the same kind of stuff when they wanted to fell trees. Tag a tree and it means you will cut it down. Still, why would Nasrin need to cut all these trees? Did the faculty tell her too, or was she just breaking the law again? Why use intricate flowers when you are cutting down the trees anyway? When Nasrin asked to 'tag' Holly's banana plant, her eyes got bigger for a moment, not understanding the meaning of it correctly. She was standing defensively in front of her creation, seeming to think that Nasrin was going to cut down the tree here on the spot. "No! Don't cut down my tree! I need its fruit for the gardening club! Also, I would love to go shopping with you!" Well, the second part was not wholly true. If Holly could distract Nasrin by shopping, something girls her age seemed to do excessively here, it would be all good.

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Nasrin decided it wasn’t worth arguing with Holly about the clothing, she had made up her mind as to how she felt about all that and nothing Nasrin said was going to change that. At least not with the amount of effort she was willing to put in. If the girl wanted to look like shit, Nasrin wouldn’t stop her. [Break]
”I don’t know how to clean my hair with the stuff they got here. I am… I tried something that was called conditioner, but it didn’t work.” Nasrin, who had been in the middle of spraying one of the trees, turned to make eye contact with Holly. She was in complete disbelief, had this girl never used proper soap before? Even when Nasrin was at her most rebellious she still bathed properly, if for no other reason than to care for her hair. This shit was important, and it was difficult for Nasrin to believe the complete incompetence she was faced with. For now, she let the matter drop and continued her painting, though Holly seemed somewhat confused about exactly what she was doing, going so far as to jump in the way of her banana tree when Nasrin offered to spray it. [Break] [Break]
”No! Don’t cut down my tree! I need its fruit for the gardening club! Also, I would love to go shopping with you!” Nasrin found that difficult to believe as well. She didn’t even bother trying to figure out what had given the other girl the idea that she was going to cut down the tree, but she did ponder whether she was serious about the shopping. Nasrin had doubts. So far Holly had given almost every possible impression other than one of wanting to spend more time together, so this was probably just a way to distract her from… Cutting down trees. [Break]
”I aint going to cut down shit. I just tag this stuff for fun. Never heard of Graffiti before? It’s the art of spray painting buildings and other shit with your pieces instead of doing them on paper or canvas. It’s more free! Plenty of fun. Plus it pisses people off, so it’s a win-win.” Shrugging, Nasrin went to a different tree and began to spray that one. This would be her last for tonight, it was getting too dark to see properly and she’d be damned if she compromised her art due to darkness. [Break] [Break]

”Look. I don’t wanna go shopping with you, but I know good stores that you could go to, they’ve got some of the best short shorts. Jeans too. Tank tops are hit or miss, but you can usually tell the shit from the good stuff. As for your hair issue… Yeesh,” Finishing her final tag, Nasrin moved to put the can back onto her belt and pick up Rascal again as she gave Holly another look up and down. She was still disappointed by what she saw. [Break]
”I don’t know how to teach someone to wash their hair, shit seems real basic to me. You’re gonna wanna find something called shampoo, yeah? Get your hair wet, use that first and then rinse it off. Then put the conditioner in and leave it for a few minutes. Shit’ll make your hair soft as fuck if you do it right, plus it helps with tangles. And trust me, you need the help.”

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[attr="class","RDcontainer"] [attr="class","RDcontent"] Holly's eyes remained fixated on Nasrin as she went along and tagged another tree with her excuse for art. Who cares if you tag trees out here? Do you honestly just enjoy painting on trees to upset people? Like some kind of child? Don't they call that vandalism? Like how kicking over trashcans is vandalism? Neither trees nor trashcans asked for this kind of treatment! Even more messed up is that people need to clean up the mess you make! Holly squinted now, and from her facial expression it was now clear that Holly seemed to think little of Nasrin's behavior.[break] [break] Her additional advice didn't change how Holly thought about this hooligan. Refusing to go together shopping, what is a thing that friends do, sealed the deal. While it might have been attempted as a distraction, it was just plain rude to decline like that. After Nasrin had finished given her fashion advice, Holly give an audible sigh as she showed her first sign of having at least some backbone. "If you give me advice, please don't do it about your own limited style. A woman shouldn't wear pants, anyway." Everyone knew that. Even the uniforms at Haven had skirts for the females. It was a universal constant. Still, telling this hooligan what is what felt kinda nice. She had been rude to Holly from the start. Offending both her hair and dress. Holly didn't needed to be nice to these kinds of people. [break] [break] She honestly didn't wanted to be nice to them. [break] [break] Holly didn't wanted to be nice to Nasrin. [break] [break] She didn't deserve niceness. [break] [break] The girl stood with more confidence now, feeling oddly empowered by this little display of bravado. She never really told someone off before. Not like this. She didn't really needed to when she grew up, and this girl was the first person in Haven that would cause such an emotion. She took a few steps towards Nasrin as she started to walk clockwise of Nasrin. She did so slowly as she looked around at the tagged trees. Knowing now that they weren't there for a purpose other than Nasrin's whim, Holly saw them in a different light. While her face remained in apathy, her voice was now a mixture of discontent and irritation. "While I came here to plant new life to be useful, you went here to do what? Ride your vehicle and paint fake roses on trees? I think that you would never even consider planting a real rose, because that would be useful!" [break][break] Holly looked towards Nasrin now, having made half a circle around the other girl now. While she seemed confident, her stance and body language weren't yet aggressive. Holly also lacked any kind of weapon to speak off on her body.

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

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”If you give me advice, please don’t do it about your own limited style. A woman shouldn’t wear pants, anyway.” And Holly thought Nasrin was the one with a limited style? Women shouldn’t wear pants, who the hell still thought that? The other girl had stood up and was beginning to circle around Nasrin. It was a slow thing, and she took her time to look at the art Nasrin had placed on the trees nearby. ”While I came here to plant new life to be useful, you went here to do what? Ride your vehicle and paint fake roses on trees? I think that you would never even consider planting a real rose, because that would be useful!” Nasrin didn’t spare the other girl so much as a glance at all this. She had tried to help in her own way and Holly seemed determined to live in her own little world where everything she did was somehow the right way to do things. Nasrin appreciated the confidence, but when the confidence was about something so obviously wrong it rubbed her the wrong way. [Break] [Break]
Holly had done a half circle around Nasrin now, and was facing her. She would almost look threatening if she didn’t look like a homeless woman. And on top of that she had no weapons to speak of, not that Nasrin could see, so the threat - if it was intended to be one - was moot. ”I’m the one with limited fashion sense? You’re still living in fuckin’ pre-war times if you think women should only wear dresses and skirts and shit. S’bad enough I need to wear it for the school, I ain’t about to go around wearing it in my spare time. My stuff looks better, feels better to wear, and is /so/ much more practical than that dress of yours.” The can probably had enough paint for one more tag now, and Nasrin was torn between tagging a tree and Tagging Holly. It would depend on what the other girl tried to do, she decided. [Break] [Break]

”S’not a vehicle. It’s a skateboard. Real different, yeah? Planting real roses ain’t the same. These are self expression, added effect of ticking people off sure, but self expression. Normal roses are just that, normal roses. Can’t do shit with them that’s individual, they all look the exact fucking same. With this, I can make something unique. No one does roses like me.” Nasrin turned to face the other girl as well now, dropping Rascal down into her hand so she could turn it into its shield mode if Holly did something stupid. [Break]
”You really don’t look threatening, if that’s the goal here. And you never will until you get your act sorted. Get some good clothes, fix your hair, then come back and we can fight when you look the part of someone worth my time.”

Aura: 100% [break][break]

Semblance E, Rascal Heavy F, Strength F, Durability E, Marksmanship E, Graffiti F, Mechanics F [break][break]

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[Holly Hock]

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[attr="class","RDcontainer"] [attr="class","RDcontent"] Really? Women wearing pants? Pants! When Holly heard the words spoken with such confidence she could not believe her ears. She had seen some women in Haven wearing pants, but honestly Holly just thought that they didn't knew any better. Boys too, honestly. Holly had seen pants first when the Faunus came to her island. Holly and her sisters had always worn pants, as did her mother. It wasn't the way people dressed on her island. Even Father wore a robe, which is basically a dress that was afraid of being called a dress. There is no reason for anyone to wear pants! Restraining legs like a chokehold of oppression. Holly had came to accept that pants were a thing males wore, but on women it was still so, so strange to her mind. [break] [break] Also, what is the difference between a vehicle and a skateboard? Aren't they the same thing? Isn't anything that brings you from one place to another a vehicle? She honestly should ask someone helpful if there was a difference. Still, not this Nasrin person. She was a hooligan, and dumb at that. All roses look the same? What is that for gibberish! Every rose is a precious little baby that deserves their recognition! Every rose in the bouquet is special! Holly looked right about she was going to throw the first punch...till Nasrin brought up that actual prospect of a fight. [break] [break] Holly looked dumbfounded for a moment. [break] [break] The girl's body language seemed to relax as she cocked her head slightly to the sight. She placed her hands on her back as she spoke, seeming to be unclear with Nasrin's intention. "You honestly expect me to punch you because of this? Do you have no manners?" The fact of actually getting in a fight over this exchange of words seemed completely foreign to the girl. You can be mad at someone, but that doesn't mean that you just start bashing them in the head! Holly was expecting verbal sparring, maybe shouting. Not fighting. You don't pick fights with your neighbors, or soldiers, or basically anyone who didn't deserve it. [break] [break] Was that not normal for everyone? This girl was all ways of wrong. She seemed to not understand being nice, it seemed. Even when she tried to help she did it wrong. Maybe nobody thought her to be nice? Holly had her parents and her sisters who helped her with becoming the girl she was today. Maybe Nasrin missed a proper role-model? It seems wrong to be mad at someone who just doesn't know any better. While Holly previously thought that Nasrin might not be worth being nice too...maybe she could be nice. Holly let out another sigh as she made up her mind to be the better woman here. [break] [break] Holly took a few steps forward, though she stayed outside of the personal bubble of Nasrin. Earlier hostility seemed to have drifted away from her as she looked at Nasrin with her big magenta eyes. She seemed to be thinking over her words for another moment before she opened her mouth. "I can help you be less of a Hooligan if you let me! You most likely just didn't had good parents to teach you like I had!" Holly sounded so sincere in her offer of help, seeming to be completely incapable of noting the numerous mistakes she just made.

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

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Nasrin had expected a fight if she was honest with herself. Thinking like that may have been a result of how she tended to live her life, and how she was brought up, but very rarely did people circle someone else without the intention to start a fight. However it seemed Holly was sincere in this, as she relaxed and stared over towards Nasrin with no small amount of confusion visible on her face. Holly kept that bewildered expression on for a few moments, then stepped forwards to Nasrin as she tried to figure out what to say. Nasrin allowed the other girl to approach, shouldering Rascal for now since it seemed no fighting would take place - as fun as it would be to show this girl who was better. What would she say? Had she realised that she had stuff to learn from Nasrin, fashion sense if nothing else? Or was she going to do what many people seemed to think was the superior option, attempt to take the moral high ground and pretend as though what they do is somehow for better reasons that what Nasrin did. That what they believed was more correct than what she believed just because of how she acted and how she looked. [Break][Break]

It was the latter, in a sense. [Break] [Break]

”I can help you be less of a Hooligan if you let me! You most likely just didn’t have good parents to teach you like I had!” It seemed sincere enough, it certainly didn’t seem like an intentional attempt to make Nasrin mad or bring up a sore spot in her past. But knowing that did little to soften the verbal blow she received.[Break]
She didn’t have good parents. She didn’t have any parents. And the people at the orphanage certainly weren’t good replacements, especially not once Nasrin started to rebel and do what she wanted instead of being the perfect little orphan as all seemed to expect of her. Sure she shot her chances of adoption in the leg with what she did, but it was worth it. She was free, able to do what she wanted without being judged by those who actually mattered - friends, partners and anyone else she was close to. No one else's opinion was worth a second thought.[Break] [Break]


Nasrin’s hand clenched around Rascals handle, her thumb hovering dangerously close to the button to transform it into a weapon. The rest of her body tensed as well, and she glared daggers at Holly as she tried to figure out how she would respond. She could just hit the other girl, whack her upside the head with Rascal. But she would have Aura, and all that would do would be to get her in more shit with the faculty. So she strode forwards until she was right in Holly’s face and began to speak in a hard, angry tone that likely got across how generally upset she was about Holly’s comment. [Break][Break]

”I didn’t /have/ parents.” There was a pause to gauge the other girls reaction before she continued. ”I’m sure having a family is just fucking wonderful, yeah? I bet they got you all sorts of presents, and told you they loved you and spend time with you and all that bullshit. Must have been nice, a pleasant little childhood for you. Did you parents struggle with understanding clothing as well? Did they wear around one dress all day covered in dirt and mud and who knows what other garbage you track on there. Did they not teach you how to shower? How to take care of yourself?” Nasrin gave a brief look up and down the dirty girl in front of her, seeming utterly unimpressed. Part of her was hoping Holly would start a fight, throw the first punch so that she could claim self defence when the faculty started asking questions. [Break] [Break]

”Y’know what? I didn’t get a choice in all that. Not at first. But in the end I /chose/ not to get adopted. I did everything I could to make myself as undesirable as possible to anybody who might have wanted me. And I still fucking turned out better than you. I know how to take care of myself, keep myself clean.” Nasrin walked backwards some, giving a bit of space and making a show of looking all over Holly, judging her as harshly as she could manage. ”To be honest, doesn’t seem like you got all that much from your parents, yeah? Turned out worse than some of the kids I’ve seen on the street.”

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[attr="class","RDcontainer"] [attr="class","RDcontent"] Her face remained unmoved all throughout the passionate tirade. Her only change in body language was noticeable when Nasrin got all up in Holly's face, and then it was only a slightly defensive position of making sure she was in a right pose if this hooligan really was going to throw a punch. Her hands turned into fists but otherwise remained hung next to her body. Her face remained unmoved. Her lips didn't even quiver, her eyes remained blank. Gears seemed to be turning in her little head as Nasrin continued and distanced herself again. Options seemed to be weight against each other in a selection process that remains a mystery to any onlooker. Would it be regret, anger, sadness?  [break] [break] The true first real reaction the girl gave was placing her hands together. The girl seemed to have somewhat of a eureka-moment as a spark of realization was visible on her features. Like she just found the last piece of the puzzle called Nasrin. "It all makes sense now!" Next came the most unusual part of the girl. She let out a snicker. Just a small one, seeming to be in on a joke meant only for her. While it could be easily taken as mockery directed at Nasrin's expense... it was so much worse in reality.   [break] [break] "I think I finally got you. You were just an unloved orphan making mistake after mistake." [break] [break] There was no hint of doubt in those words. [break] [break] If Holly had been deadpan before, the demeanor she now carried was different. Almost cold, even. Though...still oddly enough she showed at least a strong fixation upon Nasrin. Her eyes stood intense, fixated upon the other girl. She didn't sound mad, angry, upset, disappointed, or contemptuous. It was like she was reading of a fact sheet that now was all too clear in her mind. While her insults were petty and more childlike before, there was little left of that as she continued. Her tone wasn't mocking. It would have been more understandable if it was meant as scorn born out of pettiness or anger. [break] [break] "Wretched poor that I was, I have had an upbringing with loving parents that you will never have. No matter how you will try and fill that hole, you will never succeed. You can mock my parents, yet at least I had parents who could love a daughter. I even have two sisters who love me dearly. You did make one mistake explaining it, though." [break] [break]Holly let out another short smile-less snicker, before she shook her head. Still, her eyes didn't betray a hint of pity. [break] [break] "It seems you were just simply born undesirable. Nobody wanted you and you twisted it into a point of pride. You think that makes all the suffering worth it, that you have at least grown as a person. But you don't care for growing. You care for making an uproar because you don't belong here, or well...anywhere, I think. Growing things take time, and effort, and can only be done out of love for something other than yourself. Something that you just don't have!"[break] [break] She didn't deserve niceness, after all. [break] [break] Holly had tried to ignore her, to be nice, to be upset. Nothing would make this girl like her, it seemed. She had offered help even, and that didn't seem to bring her anything at all? All Holly had been given was resentment. And like an exotic seed, even that could be grown if given enough time and care, couldn't it? Nasrin was nothing for her as a friend, it just wouldn't work. Holly didn't gain anything with being friends with her, either. So, Holly could just say how she honestly felt. It would most likely upset Nasrin, make her furious. Nasrin couldn't control her emotions at all. She couldn't deal with this like a Huntress should be able to. She wouldn't get over this. Maybe it would fuel her to get better? Get her to see something? Maybe it would give Holly an enemy? In the war she learned that both Faunus and humans really got motivated to be stronger if they had an enemy to fight. [break] [break] Holly needed strength to make her family's dream come true, and if she had to do it over Nasrin's happiness it was a small price to pay. [break] [break] She didn't even know this girl truly before today. Blood ran thicker.[break] [break]

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