[color=#A1E5DD][h2]Ward HQ[/h2][/color]

The hallway was quiet, save for Phoebe's soft footsteps. A quick check over her shoulder confirmed she was the only one in sight, prompting her to lift the paintball mask she wore up off her face, just enough so she could slip her hand under and rub her eyes. The mask was, of course, a part of her costume, which she wore to school, excluding her red hooded cape. The stares she had gotten when she had first begun attending the school had made her uncomfortable, stupidly enough, despite the fact that her face was covered. And then all the questions she got from the students had been worse. That had been when she learned to be politely dismissive, sending the message that she was annoyed without saying it out loud. It had taken a few months, but, eventually, the student population began mostly leaving her alone, minus the odd autograph request or jeer. 

Heavier footsteps from around the corner brought Phoebe out of her thoughts, and her mask was quickly slipped back on.

Nathan passed by her, neither of them even remotely acknowledging the other. While she knew his reasons for doing so, and also knew that her reason -- simply being shy -- was far worse, she couldn't help but feel a small sting of resentment towards him. It happened every time anyone would dismiss or ignore her in such a way. It was a stupid thing to feel, as she purposely worked towards having people stay away from her by being all scowly-faced all the time. And she did [i]that[/i] because she was too uncomfortable to talk to people. But she still [i]wanted[/i] to talk to people. Sort of. 

She was stupid.

With the softest of sighs, she entered the Ward rec room, immediately making her way over to the door that lead to her personal room. On the way there, she heard Chroma talking to himself through his door, though she couldn't make out what he was saying. Par for the course for him, really. He was a little out there, a definite attention-seeker.

By her bed, Phoebe found the details for her patrol. Traffic duty. The girl let out another inaudible sigh. It was silly to expect something exciting every day, especially since she was only a Ward, but she couldn't help but hope.

She noted that she'd be with Chroma for the job. A small smile grew behind her mask. She didn't mind him very much. Sure, being on a team with him, she knew of his egotistical ways, but it didn't really bother her. He had a good heart, at the end of the day, and the desire of his to be recognized by all for his exploits helped him do his job. As long as his flamboyant personality lead to him protecting the city, she'd be content with working with him. And if he ever began to lose his way, whether through endangering missions for want of taking all the glory for himself, or seeking attention through less [i]legal[/i] acts, she'd gladly beat him into the ground until he either shaped up or broke.

Besides, she found his antics amusing.

Taking her cape off the hook that was on the back of her door, she threw it on, completing her costume and fully becoming Scarlet in her mind. She then left her room, closing the door behind her, and moved to stand behind the couch, turning on the TV to kill time as she crossed her arms.