[h2][center][color=DeepPink]Roza Mei Krasnoff[/color][/center][/h2]

Heavy, dark and loud, music beat inside of the small shop, making some of the benches closer to the stereo vibrate with the heavy bass drum. In the middle of a large guitar solo, a wrench fell from one of the benches and a young blonde reached over to grab it. Thankfully she needed it anyway if she was going to ride to school that morning. It wasn't very often that they got a surprise snowfall this early in the year, but she was always ready with snow tires and chains regardless of how cold it was. She loved her motorcycle, and she'd be damned if she wasn't riding it in the winter too. Just as she was adjusting the tire on it's stud, the music suddenly stopped and she looked up to see her father leaning against the bench, shirtless and clearly just out of bed. That man could sleep through anything - as long as it wasn't dangerous. 

She looked up and over at him, watching the handsome male for a moment before his lips turned up in a smirk and he laughed quietly, apparently amused to find his daughter working in the shop so early in the day. The blonde shook her head and stood, letting the motorcycle off its jack, it landing perfectly still. She would probably spend a lot of time working on it and anything else left in the autoshop at school this year, since her officer had commanded that she go back for another year. Mandatory dormitories were always a pain, she could handle the uniform without a problem, but when the rooms aren't always soundproofed it's hard to get done with people knocking on your door. 

With a flick of the dark haired mans wrist, he motioned to where the last of her things were sitting in her saddlebags, a brown paper bag folded around a large wad of cash. He never sent her anywhere without the money she would need to escape trouble - and possibly the country - in case any of his rivals came for her too. Not that she couldn't fight, he just preferred to know she was safe. [color=DeepPink]"You know I can handle anything they throw at me."[/color] She said to him, though when he shrugged and pat her on the shoulder she knew he was worried about her going off by herself. She had refused his offer of a ride to school, and declined a bodyguard, though she allowed him to have people watch the school in case something happened. [color=DeepPink]"I'll call you every night okay? I'll be safe at a boarding school, no one gets in without approval."[/color] He grunted in response, clearly not trusting himself to talk right now. 

The school was on the other side of the city from where their shop was, but the plows had managed to get most of the main roads cleared off before morning traffic, thankfully. The small black and red bike weaved through traffic, cutting off slow drivers and annoying the locals. People thought she was crazy for still riding it this late into the season, but as heavily modified as it was, it could handle a little bit of snow. She was going to be late because of snow and traffic, but she was never really one to care how late she was. If she missed a class oh well, it was more fun getting high and having sex anyway. Besides, there was probably no one interesting in her class regardless. Turning the last corner she skid into the parking lot of the school and took a sharp turn into the garage. Leaving her saddle bags there she adjusted the skirt of her uniform so that it was a tad too short, showing off her long and smooth legs. 

Walking into the school through the back entrance of the garage she walked through the empty halls, hips swaying sensually, her tie loose and an extra button undone at the top of her blouse. A faint outline of her bra was visible through the white shirt, double D breasts barely confined by her shirt. Unfortunately her custom uniform was still in the works, and she was wearing the largest size they could provide her with that would fit. She had changed from her combat boots to the uniform shoes, though she wasn't wearing the stockings, leaving the Ouroboros Tattoo on her thigh partially visible and the tangle of serpents on her left calf entirely visible. She was proud of her tattoos, and quite enjoys the stares of awe, sexual desire, and fear she got from the other students around her. 

When she walked into the classroom she had just beat the 8:15 bell to signal the beginning of class, though she didn't rush as she looked around to see who it was that had made it before her. The hot 'Playboy' was here surprisingly in the same class as her, and a few others she had seen around somewhere, Matthew was here. Her naturally violet eyes trailed around the room until she noticed a seating plan on the front board, a single name striking out at her. [color=DeepPink]"Shit."[/color] Darien was in the same class as her.