Marie was used to the rigmarole of moving to a new school. Not a [i]Japanese[/i] school, but she assumed it would be the same. So as she went through the routine of dragging her bags out the boot of the hired car - a Rolls-Royce, no less -, sending the driver off with a polite [color=8493ca]"Merci, Pilote. Bon voyage!"[/color] and hauling arse up to the gates to await admittance, she presumed that this would be no different to the thousand and a half other times she had arrived at a new school.
One thing that was unfamiliar, however, was the presence of uniform wearing campus security. It was unnerving to see that the school anticipated trouble to such a degree that they got their own private security force, but she shrugged it off as foreign culture.

The school gates were opened, and the girls were lead through a series of long and flamboyant hallways to arrive at the Auditorium. The school was amongst the fanciest Marie had attended, though she was hesitant to say it was the fanciest. It seemed very archaic, like it had been a castle in more barbaric times, and much of the old splendour of its feudal history remained. She felt like she was walking into the past.

The school head was a geriatric lady that looked suspiciously like Marie's fourth Nanny. She spoke in soft tones about how glad she was that foreign students were arriving at the school. Again, Marie had been through it before.
But what she didn't expect was the chief of security to give them all a talking down before any of them had the chance to do anything. It made her worry. This was supposed to be a prestigious school - why was there such a concern that the girls would be breaking rules? Their parents were paying for this after. They wouldn't waste money sending their kids to a private academy if they were going to act like barbarians. Would they?

Things got even more extreme where, upon being lead to the dorms, the security guard - a veritable mountain of a woman - literally threw the first pair of girls into a room. Second pair, same thing... third, fourth, and then her name was called. Marie shook her head in confusion and disgust. This supposedly high-class academy allowed their security to handle their clientele in such a boorish manner? AT the very least, that was bad business.

When it came her turn to be thrown into a room mindlessly, Marie and the poor girl she was sharing with were forced into the Dorm 5. They moved on and continue the process with rooms six, seven, and so on, until all girls had a room.

Slightly peeved but not letting it get her down, Marie adjusted her beret, dusted herself down and sat her bags next to one of the available beds. Afterwards, she turned to her room-mate, a small girl with an aura of energy about her, smiled and introduced herself.
[color=8493ca]"Bonjour, Mademoiselle. Endroit rugueux, est-ce pas?"[/color] she said cheerily, blithely forgetting her companion may not speak French.[color=8493ca]" Je suis Marie. Comment t `appelles tu?"[/color]