.::Tillo Waldemar::.
Tillo shook his head, his silver-white hair moving with as he scowled in German. He brushed his hair back in place and slung his bag over his shoulder again, seemingly disappearing in the crowd.
No, he couldn't go up to them. He always left a bad impression. But they were Gifted, right? They should understand.
Tillo thought about it for another moment, then nodded to himself. He'd just go up there, and see what happend.
From the mass of people he approached the cafe carefully, well, at least he didn't look out-of-place in this crowd with his albino-white hair and red eyes. There were people with pink hair, green hair, purple contacts... He felt normal once.
.::Janneke Timmerman::.
The blond-haired teenager strolled out of the hotel. Well, that went mighty fine! She had gotten herself a room, and left her suitcases there. Well, time to go discover!
With a bright smile on her face, and the spark of naïve innocence in her blue eyes, she walked down the busy streets, her hands placed in the pockets of her jeans.
In all honesty, Janneke loved the city, but it got a tad busy at times. So with a flick of her hair she started skipping, turning into an alley with closed eyes, humming a Dutch song to herself.
.::Igor Gorvinska::.
Kicking his legs gently without realizing, the Russian boy nodded slowly as the waitress brought him his chocolate muffin. He softly asked if he could pay, but he wasn't heard and the waitress turned away. Igor swallowed and shrugged, trying to ignore it as he took a bite out of his muffin, not daring to look up now he felt where the familiar feeling came from.
It was all around him.
He shivered at the thought. Would his parents be here? If that was true, he was in trouble! And so, Igor stared at the table instead, afraid of meeting the eyes of anyone that could be his parents.