Hero Points: 1
; Current Condition: Fine
"Yes, you too! See you later!" she says to Jessamine with a small wave, and then she is gone after Agent Matthews.
Some time later, she emerges from the school offices with Agent Matthews, some more paperwork, a map of the school, and a keycard for the room she has been assigned in Byrne House.
"So, thank you for all your help, Agent Matthews," she tells the woman from C.A.S.T.L.E. seriously.
"My pleasure Zoska!" she replied. "And call me Jeanette. Now remember, the school should be looking after you, but you have my number and C.A.S.T.L.E.'s if you need us. Don't hesitate to call!"
"I know, I know," nodded Zoska. "I shall be fine!"
"Then good luck! And don't be a stranger!" said Agent Matthews.
She climbed into the large black SUV, started the engine and drove away down the drive and out of sight.
Zoska watched her go, feeling a little lost and alone as one of the few people she knew was gone.
Then she straightened up. No, she was here for a reason. She had already spoken to one person here. And the place could not possibly be as bad as her situation back in Belarus. So. Onwards!
After a look at the map, she found her way to Byrne House and to her room. She was pleasantly surprised when the door to the building, and to her room within, opened without any problems after she presented her keycard to the reader. Not like the ones back home!
She moved quickly inside, shut the door, put down her meager luggage, and slumped heavily onto the bed with a sigh, but also a smile as she looked around.
The room was small, but larger than the room she had been given back in Belarus. And newer. And brighter. And cleaner. No bars on the windows. Furniture that didn't look like it dated back to Soviet times. And a door that locked from the inside
She opened the window, allowing in the fresh air from outside, then turned to her bags.
The suitcase she unpacked into the closet and drawers. From the rucksack came from books, a notepad and some pens, and a slightly crumpled packet of cigarettes. The books she lined up on the desk, titles in Belarusian Cyrillic
facing outwards. The rucksack and everything else it contained she shoved under the bed and into the furthest corner, putting the suitcase in front of it under the bed to further conceal its presence.
She tapped a cigarette from the pack and moved to the window, holding the cigarette up to her mouth and exhaling a tiny flame to set it alight, then puffing contentedly as she felt the smoke literally moving through her body. Since she gained her powers the nicotine and smoke had no physical effect on her, but she still enjoyed the sensation of smoking and so carried on.
She sat in the open window looking out, smoking and taking a moment of peace and quiet after the excitement of the last weeks...