[h3][color=9e0b0f][center]~Lurlene Fleischer~[/center][/color][/h3]

Lurlene honestly could care less about interacting with anyone else on the ride. She spent most of it generally just hanging about not doing much, being mostly silent and playing whatever game on her phone and only speaking if spoken too. Why? Causing trouble before now would be bad. As much [i]fun[/i] as it'd be, if there was one thing she was taught, it was that there was a time and place for everything. Right now, she was just observing the competition. And she had come to one conclusion.

They were all goddamn morons, losers, freaks, and weaklings that were gonna get killed.

That freak mummy girl with the bandages. Really? The fuck was she even doing here? She looked like she belonged in some tomb or something. Probably looked like one too under all those bandages. Next there was that slut that was obviously just looking for someone to have sex with. Really, what the hell. She had a gun fetish too, from the looks of the way she cradled that stupid gun of hers. Well. She couldn't really say much about that, considering her love of pointy sharp knives.

There were a few others, indeed, but they were even less noticeable than those two. She barely even registered their presence, deciding they weren't even worth her time. Besides, it looked like they were about to get started with the festivities. The boat docked, and she followed the rest of the students and the person claiming to be the head of the academy. Lena had to wonder how difficult of a target she'd be - it'd certainly be fun to find out indeed. A test for later, perhaps. She was curious after all, and until her curiosity was sated she was going to be planning.

For now though, she was focused on these dummies. They had to...attack them? How boring. Where were the live targets? These dummies were nothing more than child's play.

Well.

Whatever, she'd ace this test then.

Before she could get a chance to go first, the mummy bitch moved first, and proceeded to roast the dummies. Fucking seriously? A flamethrower? What kind of lame weapon was that? In fact, it was so hilarious Lena had to actually laugh. What sort of obvious, idiotic weapon was that? Any good assassin would go for a more silent weapon, wouldn't they? Fucking seriously, what kind of horrible weapon was that. Too obvious, and it killed things way to fast. Not enough time for fun.

Looked like one of the other noobs also tried to go, but looked too goddamn scared to do anything. Boring! Really, what was up with these people. They were sent here to learn how to kill things. Not get spooked by some dummies. Were they supposed to talk to them or something in hopes of making friends with them? Bah.

Next up, was the gun loving slut. She didn't provide any better entertainment. The gun was loud, annoying, and above all the slut looked like she was just getting off from being the center of attention. She was probably gonna go get off after this or something. Maybe she'd follow with her phone and take a video and use it for blackmail. Then again, the slut might not mind.

Meh, whatever, it was her turn now.

With a deceptively friendly smile, Lena walked over to the dummies. She turned to the rest of the students, and with that same smile started speaking.

[color=9e0b0f]"Alright, you little idiots, listen up!~"[/color] She said. [color=9e0b0f]"Especially the crispy shriveled up mummy and Slutty McGun fetishist."[/color] She pointed to the respective people, that friendly smile never leaving her face. [color=9e0b0f]"Ooh, can't forget the dummy loving noob, either! Maybe you should try flirting with it! I heard dummies love that."[/color]

Without another word, one of her throwing knives appeared in her hands - probably one she kept up her sleeve. Without even looking, she tossed the knife with one graceful motion...and the knife landed right in one of the dummies head, burying itself in it to the hilt. Followed by her quickly taking three more out in a similar, quick fashion.

[color=9e0b0f]"See? That's how you make a dummy cry~"[/color] Without waiting for another word or comment from the idiot gallery, the girl unsheathed one of knives at her side, and in a flash she moved towards the dummies. Her knife sank right into one, beheading it easily and quickly. Without missing a beat, she turned, slicing another one twice and giving it a deep, v-shaped gash in its chest before she knocked it over. She did the same with several more dummies. One lost both of its arms. Quite a few lost their heads, and by the time she was done around fifteen dummies had been taken care of and her smile seemed to spread across her entire face,

But now, though, she was done. The dummies were weak and didn't make for anything fun to play with. So instead, she sheathed her knife, and waited to see who else was going to go.