[center][h2][colour=2c75ff]Cereza[/colour][/h2][/center]
[center]With mention of [colour=0047ab]Grey Waldgrun[/colour] and [colour=f8a810]Mohawk Bully[/colour][/center]

She didn’t feel like she had gotten any sleep, but the blonde must have, because when Cereza blinked it was morning. She still had her head stuffed under her pillow, muffling some of the noise, but the excitement in the voices surrounding her was unmistakable. With a groan the hacker pulled herself into a sitting position, letting her pillow fall in her lap as she glared balefully at the other hopefuls. If this was how every morning was going to be, she might just drop out anyway. Midas would understand, right?
 
The lithe girl grumbled to herself, cursing the crowds, the floor, her pillow and even the small beep Llaw Du and Droed Gwyn gave when she unplugged them, as she stowed away her sleeping bag and pulled on her gloves and boots. She got a few strange looks from the other applicants when they realised that she hadn’t put her weapons in the lockers like everyone else, but Cereza ignored them. How else was she going to charge the batteries?
 
She activated her semblance once more, hiding pale blue eyes behind the neon glow of her aura as it connected with her weapons and scroll again, and stumbled her way out of the ballroom. The blonde just had to sleep at the far end, didn’t she. [i][colour=2c75ff]‘Why couldn’t I have picked somewhere closer to the door?’[/colour][/i] It was just as she stepped out into the courtyard that her mind finally woke up, just in time to see a new addition to the courtyard. A tall boy with a bright orange Mohawk was half covered by a bed roll and cursing his mouth off, something about a ‘freak with the stupid teeth’. Cereza ignored him though – with that hair, he himself was a freak in her eyes. [i][colour=2c75ff]’Everyone I see is weird these days. Whatever happened to normal things, like hoodies and jeans and blonde hair, like Midas? All the other people are weird.’[/colour][/i] As she walked past, a teacher with brown hair strolled up to the young man and the earthy chains holding him in place started to recede.
 
She scrubbed a hand over the shaved portion of her hair before running it through the rest, grimacing as her fingers got caught in the tangled pale blonde mess. Cereza finger combed it just enough to get it out of her eyes as she followed the signs and other students towards the Beacon Cliffs, following the instructions of a voice coming through the PA systems. There were already quite a few students waiting for Initiation to start, and Cereza took her place on the metal square embedded in the ground.

[b](Round 3)[/b]