[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/kIyYTog.png[/img][b][color=f6989d][h3]Mary Ael[/h3][/color][/b][hr][/center]
Mary's duel had been cut short with the sudden illness of her opponent. He collapsed and Mary won by default. Her victory left a bad taste in her mouth. She wanted to win by herself, not by some deus ex machina. She wanted to check in on how her opponent was doing, but by the time she had left her side of the arena, he was already taken to a medical center. Mary thought it would be in bad taste to visit the unconscious boy, seeing how he could have been a tryhard in which victory is everything. Still, she would probably end up sending a gift basket whenever he would wake up. 

Mary left the arena and heard the enthusiastic announcer speak more. From there, she heard her full name called. Mary instantly stopped. Her expression changed from a calm and solemn look to what could be best described as internal screaming. She didn't want anyone to know her full name. Still, it was impressive that the man managed to say it all at once. She took a deep breath and regained her composure. She then grabbed her bag and walked over towards the staircase which would most aptly be called a waterfall of people. She managed to leap in and run down, following the boy in front of her.

From there, she heard the old man's speech. It was familiar. A sense of déjà vu filled Mary's mind, but she couldn't [i]quite[/i] figure out why. Still, she listened to the old man. Finally, the dorms were called. Mary was put into the Wind dormitories. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad, either. It was perfectly fine by her standards. Mary was pleased, but not impressed with herself. After everything was called, she went into her room.

Her room was nice. It reminded her of her own room at home. It had the same amenities. It was a pretty nice room. Mary spaced out everything she brought from home. Some canned goods, a metal frying pan, a induction cooktop, some seasonings and oils, cooking utensils, her clothes, her toothbrush from home (she forgot the toothpaste -- not that it mattered, though), and a child's cooking knife.

From there, she noticed the order form in which she could, well, order things. She wrote on the first allocated slot "Cookbooks". She still needed to study cooking, even while she was here in this school made for the dueling of the monsters. In the second slot, she wrote "Fresh vegetables." Finally, in the last slot, she wrote "refrigerator". She didn't have enough slots to ask for meat. It was a travesty. Still, she could live with a primarily vegetable-based diet. As she put that down, she noticed the weird phone on her desk. She then began to wonder how many things she missed, even to the point of questioning her sanity. She picked up the phone, looked at it for a moment, and put it back on her desk and looked around. She didn't think that she missed anything else. She picked up the phone again and placed it in one of her pockets.

She was hungry, but too tired to cook anything herself. She then remembered what the man over the intercom said. Sandwiches at the entrance of the staircase. Mary left her room to get a sammie and some water. Once there, she noticed Venwyn, just staring at the sandwiches. She stared at Venwyn. Her instincts kicked in. He was up to something, but what? Mary watched him, making sure he wouldn't do anything stupid; he probably still would, though.