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[h3][color=B6B2B2]Ayame[/color][/h3]

	For a moment or so she closed her eyes, letting the silence envelop her, letting her mind drift away into an abyss of dismal serenity.

	Her body, it felt...weightless almost, like the very gravity that held her down had now forsaken her and she was floating away...into nothing.  Water...she began to feel it all around her, feeling every ripple of cold liquid lap against her face.  She was looking up at the sky now, gray and mournful, soon to give way to a chilling, soft rain... a few drops she felt against her cheek, pale and cold.

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	A sound began to overtake the gentle lapping of water, distant first but growing ever so in intensity, the constant beating like a thousand horses and chariots riding forth into a bloody fray.  Closer and closer...louder and louder the rampant noise became, and strangely...all the more silent it grew as it came closer...and she began...to sink.

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	Then suddenly...a blinding light pierced her eyes.

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	She awoke from her lucid trance, just as another presence had entered her midst.  Her eyes, blue as ice, sprung open, but she did not move from the bed, merely turning her head sideways to see who it was who had slipped into the dorm unannounced.  Her room mate had arrived.  Rising from her bed, Ayame ruffled the back of her hair a little, a blank stare towards the student introducing herself as [color=8493ca][i]Shizukesa.[/i][/color]

	[color=b6b2b2][i][b]"Ayame."[/b][/i][/color] She whispered in reply to the girl, her voice soft and deadpan, not a hint of any sort of emotion, just as the rest of her face was void of expression.  There was something about Shizukesa that pegged her as bewildered.  Just one look at her and Ayame could tell she was part of Class Noir, yet...she could sense no blood on her, a scent that easily gave away dark hands that murdered with utmost discretion.  She wondered if this girl had ever killed at all.  [color=b6b2b2][b][i]"Hajimemashite."[/i][/b][/color]  She said with a respectful bow, then resumed sitting on the side of the bed without another word spoken.