Requesting Assistance {NicoletteKyerin}

[Nicolette]

Sixth floor, Room 608.

The computer had given the information, which she ended up having to use, since the location of the Student Freedom Force room wasn't exactly something known, and Kyerin's actual office had been empty. It was around five-thirty in the evening when the girl finally made her way to the boys' dormitories. Now, it was frowned down upon for females to be in the males' dormitory rooms... But Kyerin had done it to her, and this was strictly business.

She stood in front of the young man's door, staring at it for a long moment. She shook slightly, trying to conceal her anger and frustration. She brought her hand up to wipe her eyes, which had started to water again with tears. Around her eyes were slightly red from the earlier crying she had done.

Nicolette De la Fontaine rose a shaky hand up to knock on the door.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin hadn't gone to the office today, sending an e-mail to all members to inform them that he wouldn't be in today; instead, he was working on school work in his room, which was open for those who wanted to stop by. He didn't have much, but he had made a couple of stupid mistakes on the last assignment, and didn't want to repeat them. However, his mind was beginning to wander due to the time; it was about time that his stomach would want to be fed, so he was beginning to weigh his options. In layman's terms, what would be for dinner?

His culinary contemplations were interupted by a knocking at his door. Considering that he rarely had any visitors as is, it had to be one of the SFF members come to ask him something. The young man rose from his chair, adjusting his glasses as he crossed from the small table in the middle of the room to the entrance, and opened the door... to reveal a distraught Student Council president. He blinked twice, confused as to why she was here, before voicing his thoughts. "Miss Nicolette... what a... surprise to see you here."

[Nicolette]

The minute she knocked on the door, she realized the situation and the time and suddenly felt like she had been incredibly rude, storming up to his dormitory to demand his assistance in what the hell had just happened to her own dormitory room. But as the door open, fresh tears filled her eyes as she looked up at the young man in front of her.

"M-monsieur K-Kyerin..." She spoke, trying to control her voice. She swallowed hard, clutching the manilla folder in her hand. She then thrust it forward, throwing her gaze down at it to keep him from seeing her eyes. "P...Please tell me you had nothing to do with this..."

Inside the folder was the letter that had been left behind and pictures of her wall and skirt.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin was even more surprised when fresh tears appeared in the older girl's eyes, threatening to break free and run down her face. She was usually so calm and composed; what had gotten her so shaken? Her statement- more of a question and an accusation than a simple sentence though- along with the folder seemed to provide all of the answers he would need.

He took the folder with one hand, glancing at it, before reaching out with the other, looking back at the girl. "Here, come inside, and sit," he suggested, lightly pushing her towards the interior of the room as he moved out of the way, now opening the folder to look at its contents. A note... slightly humorous, but when coupled with the pictures of her wall and skirt, was not as funny. True, this did seem right up their alley, being disruptive and destructive... but he had told the members of the SFF to back off of personal attacks... though it did strike a small chord with him; she did wear a large number of bland outfits.

[Nicolette]

Nicolette walked into the dormitory and brought her hands up to wipe her eyes again, trying her best to keep herself from full-out crying like she had done back in her bedroom. She busied herself in glancing around his dormitory, which was similar to her own in structure, but different with how it was styled.

The mention of style struck her chest and she dropped her eyes to the ground. Was she really that bad? She had been dressing that way since she was a child, and her whole time at T'zenshin, when she wasn't wearing her uniform, she was dressed in something that was a little bland, but clothing she was comfortable in. She was very shy and raised to be very modest. She had no reason to show off her body.

"I...I do not mean to accuse you..." Her voice was soft, unable to raise much louder without breaking. "I just... If there is anything you might know, it would be gladly appreciated if you share. I have not touched anything in my dormitory since the incident except for the note, my camera, and the door knobs to my dormitory and my personal bedroom..." She wanted to make it sure that if there was a chance to look for fresh finger prints, that those places would be the only ones they'd find her own.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin closed the door behind her, looking carefully at the pictures. As far as he knew, this was not one of the SFF members; the smiley face was most likely a M.O. for whoever did this. He didn't know of any lockpickers in the SFF either, which caused him to wonder how someone got in. It was really too high to do anything from the windows... he wasn't sure who did this, but he would do what he could to make sure it didn't happen again.

The young man slid the photos and note back into the envelope, leaving it on the table as he walked by before sitting next to the president, leaning over and lightly patting her on the back (he seemed to be doing that quite a bit recently). "Personally, I have no idea who did this, which narrows down who it was. None of the current SFF members should have access to your room and do something like this, and everyone who's made trouble in the past has had something written up in our database. But a smiley face... I haven't seen that before."

He mused for a moment, before speaking again. "I'll keep an eye out for whoever did this, though it will be harder to ask the new students about this. However... in the meantime..." The young man partially didn't want to bring this up, but felt that he had to. "You could... you know... do what they ask and purchase some brighter clothes to wear. So they don't do anything this destructive again."

[Nicolette]

Nicolette thought over his words, nodding along when he said he was pretty sure it wasn't a member of the Student Freedom Force, which caused her heart to sink. She had almost been hoping that it was one them for the reason that they would have a definite motive. Hell, she would have even gone as far as even being a little happy if it had been an SFF member.

But it being a normal student worried her. She trusted that no one on Student Council would actually rebel against her, so that left the regular student body, which consisted of hundreds of students. Did people really dislike her leadership that much? Was she that bad of a president?

However, at Kyerin's mention that she should probably brighten up her wardrobe, she thought over the skirt and tears came back to her eyes as she dropped her face into her hands, shaking a bit. That skirt...

"My grandmother... made that skirt for me..." She whispered shakily. "The way I dress... My parents raised me to be a good, modest Catholic girl. Therefore, fashion was always the last thing on my mind." She slowly shook her head, but didn't bring her face out from her hands. "I do not know the first thing in order to help me, even if I were to please these... horrible people..."

Her voice broke and she bent over her legs so her chest was almost touching her thighs, her forehead pressed against her arms, which were between her head and knees.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin winced at the first words that came out of the girl's mouth; boy, did he screw up this time. He hadn't realized the importance of that skirt to her, which was another strike against whoever did this. Still, there was a point here... and maybe all hope wasn't lost... at least, not yet.

"I'm sorry," he said, moving his hand off of her back, but picking up his chair and scooting it until it was touching the one the older girl was sitting in. "There might be a way though. If you can clean up most of the paint, there is a dry cleaners in town that we could take it to. If it hasn't been that long since this happened, they should be able to clean it up nice and new. And... if you want..."

Kyerin paused for a moment, considering something, before waving it off, changing up the tactic, placing one hand lightly on her knee. "I could call my sister and have her help you pick out some other clothes to wear. She seems pretty good at it." He wasn't much of fashion, much less female fashion, so passing off the assistance was probably a better idea.

[Nicolette]

Nicolette thought over the idea of washing her skirt. She would have to do it in order to save the material. The paint that had been used was washable, fortunately, since she hadn't been able to get the good paint yet (as it was still in the mail). But she would have to be very careful with the material of the skirt, as well as she would need money for the dry cleaner... She would have to use her credit card for that.

She looked up a little, her cheeks tear stained as she sniffled a little. He could get his sister to help? But would she know fashion well? And she was young... But any help was welcome. She sniffled again and gave a small nod.

"Th-thank you..." She spoke softly, her voice still breaking a little.

[Kyerin]

To be honest, Kyerin wasn't sure how well his younger sister knew fashion; she did have some ideas about clothes, and also had set him up with outfits that people had approved of, so she was definately of a higher caliber in that respect than him. She had mentioned at one point wanting to be a fashion designer... but it could have just been a phase that she was done with. Who knows?

When Nicolette looked up at him, the young man made sure to have a smile on his face to help improve her mood; it seemed to help at least a little bit. He nodded in reply to her own nod, lightly patting her knee. "You're welcome. I am here to be helpful," he said. And it was true, mainly in terms of frienship, but also in terms of his position; the SFF was made to help out the students, mainly against the restrictions made by the Student Council. They were naturally helpful... though that had been lost along the way somewhere.

[Nicolette]

Nicolette gave a small smile before her eyes fell back down to the floor. She felt bad about barging in on him like this, her fingers gently fisting the material of her uniform skirt. She was still dressed in her school uniform, having come straight to his dormitory after doing some work in order to discover where his room actually was.

"I... I apologize for suddenly showing up... I was... just so lost. I came back to my room to find my front door unlocked and my bedroom vandilized..."

[Kyerin]

Kyerin nodded at her explanation, trying to think about if he had come across that situation. He probably would have locked the door, focused on cleaning things up, and then try to find out who did it, not telling anyone so that no one else would know about it. He had been prepared for such things, though, when he became the head of the SFF; bad things would happen to him, and he knew it. Still, for her... and to hit such personal targets... it was rather harsh.

"It's perfectly fine; I'm glad I could be of help to you," the male replied, wondering about leaving her door unlocked; that was rather brazen... which means that the criminal wouldn't sit still for long, and they could snag them next time. However, he noticed that the hand that had been patting her knee had moved up a bit on her thigh when she tugged on her skirt. He quickly retrieved it, blushing a bit, and hoping she hadn't noticed where it was.

[Nicolette]

Nicolette felt Kyerin move his hand away from her leg and it was then that she had realized the boy had had his hand so high up her thigh. Her cheeks turned a definite pink color from the contact, having not noticed it until the warmth of his hand had disappeared. She swallowed and tried to shake the thought away as she glanced up at him.

Her eyes locked with his for a moment, examining his features. The younger male was definitely attractive, she knew that much. Just because she was shy and modest, didn't mean she didn't know beautiful/handsome.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin's gaze was down at the ground, a definate pink tinge in his cheeks from what had just happened. He couldn't believe that his hand had ended up there... though it was a good thing that it hadn't gone any further. He wasn't even sure how to explain what had happened to the girl, had she noticed where his hand was. Girls... were definately not his forte, much less intimate actions that were involved in private interactions with them. This... was quite awkward.

The young man risked looking up, right as Nicolette looked over at him, causing their eyes to lock. He had noticed from the first time that they met that the girl was attractive; most people tended to be at the school, or hid their deformities well. She was a lot more beautiful when she wasn't near tears, since she had seemed to calm down. However, her eyes reflected... curiousity? Longing? He was never any good at reading faces... but what was she looking at? Him?

[Nicolette]

Nicolette continued to gaze up at the younger student. She had only then realized that they were completely alone with no chance of anyone seeing them. The thought caused her cheeks to pinken a little more, but didn't make her break her gaze on his eyes. It was almost as if there was some sort of spell over her, that kept her from looking away...

---

Kyerin said he would be up in his room if anyone needed him. Now, it was quite a walk from the SFF office to Kyerin's dormitory, but she needed to consult him about a set of files she found. She and Rai had been doing some research together, so she told her boyfriend to head to his dormitory room with the rest of their work and she'd meet up with him once she spoke with Kyerin.

Not like the real "No Girls Allowed" rule needed to apply during the day. Night time, she understood, but it was a stupid rule for the day.

Haruka Amagi walked to the elevator and stepped inside, leaning her back against the corner of it as she pressed the proper button and opened the file, her eyes scanning it idly as she reread it.