[color=lightpink][center][h1]Colette Bellamy[/h1][/center][/color]

Colette fiddled with her phone as the boat traversed the open waters. She was reading and responding to a text from her youngest, older brother, Charles, who she considered to be her closest friend in her family. Needless to say, he wasn't very supportive of her joining a school for contract killers. She had to do her best to try to make him see the bright side: she was going to be trained by some of the best teachers, she was going to learn new skills, and she would be able to earn her keep. Who knows? She may very well turn out to be a great assassin! Yeah...those words sounded weird inside her own head.

The young 16-year-old girl with long, blonde hair and light blue eyes isn't someone you would associate with being an assassin, but in her mind, maybe that made her the best. Who would suspect a young, fresh faced girl in dabbling with ways to kill people?

As the boat got closer to the school, she looked over the railing and viewed the building. It was large and looks quaint. The style didn't scream "school for assassins" which was a good thing. She, along with the other students on the boat, got off. She didn't talk to anyone, she knew no one, but she did meet a few eyes from the various students. They either met her with a fierce gaze or a knowing one.

As they got off, a woman approached them and right off the bat, was their first test. She noted the dummies in front of her. [color=lightpink]"Oh great, time to show off what I don't know.."[/color] she thought to herself. Before she could fumble her rapier out of its holder, a girl forced her way through the crowd and ran at the dummies with much determination. Colette watched the girl spring forward and, as quick as she marched over there, drew out flamethrowers on her wrists and burned down the dummies. Colette could only watch in both amazement and horror. The dummies stood no chance, many fell over and the others that held their ground were on fire.

Colette felt like applauding, but noticed the other students didn't so she kept to herself. She was unsure what to do next. She didn't feel like fighting a burning dummy, one tap would probably destroy it and that would defeat the purpose of the test.