[center][h2][color=a187be]Liisi Avedarci[/color] - [color=662d91][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1Yz4qV8Nio]Beautiful Rain[/url][/color][/h2][/center]

Waking up to the shrill voice of a tiny stuffed bear was [i]not[/i] on Liisi's agenda for the day. That annoying, high-pitched squeak reminded her of nails on a chalkboard, but regrettably, was worse. Lifting herself up off of the floor as the toy spoke, she dusted herself off and stretched, hearing her joints click and crack back into a comfortable place. What said bear was saying seemed to be dire - almost too dark to be true. What kind of academy, no matter how prestigious, locks students in there until they kill each-other? [i]'I suppose it may just be a prank, or orientation of sorts.'[/i] She thought, tightening the bow in her hair as the bear vanished behind the podium. Admittedly, she hadn't been paying full attention, but a few words did register in her mind. Murder, trial, and [i]food[/i]. Standing towards the back of the gym, it was difficult to see the faces of the other students, but the girl tried to survey her new 'companions' regardless. 

She noticed two male students digging their student IDs out of their pockets. One was a very tall boy, who looked quite serious and intimidating, while the other looked slightly older, shorter, and... unkempt. From his messed up hair to his slob-like clothing, Liisi could find no nice way to describe him. [i]'If everyone has such lack of hygiene, I might actually murder someone.'[/i] Swiftly looking around the rest of the room, she took note of those who may or may not be worth her time. There seemed to be quite a wide variety of students, but surely, none of them would actually consider murdering someone. The girl was still unsure whether this entire situation was reality or a prank, but one could never be too careful. 

Hearing a quiet voice, Liisi looked over in the direction it came from, and noticed that the intimidating-looking male from earlier was tripping over his own tongue. [i]'How pathetic...'[/i]. As she reprimanded herself for thinking something so harsh, she realised that someone had actually responded to the fool. Sighing quietly, she decided to join in. Putting a smile on her face, she took a few short steps towards them, her flats making quiet clicks against the hardwood floor. 

"[color=a187be]Pleasure to make your acquaintance[/color]," She started, extending a hand to the engineer. Her light italian accent made small appearances on her vowel sounds, strangely mixing well with her american. "[color=a187be]Avedarci, Liisi. I think I've heard of your achievements in New York, engineer.[/color]"

[center][h2][color=7bcdc8]Xavier De La Fontaine[/color] - [color=00a99d][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmAca9b_Q7A]Eau de Vie[/url][/color][/h2][/center]

Whilst taking in the information given by the stuffed bear, Xavier tried piecing everything together. He hated to admit it, but it made sense. Remembering the dizzy feeling as he entered the campus, he put a hand on his forehead and sat himself down on the floor, crossing his legs. It was mildly uncomfortable, but the sick feeling as he processed everything would have probably made him lose breakfast if he stayed standing. Casting his mind back, he remembered hearing rumours of an incident at the Japanese school, although as far as he knew no detailed information had been given. 

He watched as a small group of people introduced themselves, listening in closely. He wanted, no, [i]needed[/i] to find someone to trust. It seemed probable that alliances and friendships would already be forming, and he didn't want to be the only one alone. He wished he didn't accept the invitation, being a [i]collector[/i] wasn't really something to be proud of anyway. Oh, how he would love to be wrapped up in his quilts and blankets at home right now, surrounded by his boxes upon boxes of erasers, pens, shopping recipts, bottle caps.

Surveying the room, he tried to think of who he could approach, but ultimately settled for staying rooted on the floor. Pulling his student ID out from his pocket, he booted it up, seeing that it included most of the 'vital' information. Name, age, specialty, other such things. He played around with it, seeing that it included a map of the first floor. The male wanted to go and explore, but knew that leaving so quickly could potentially seem shifty, and he didn't want to be alone. Putting his ID back into his pocket, he kept listening to the people around him, and hoping that one might eventually strike up a conversation with him. Part of him also wished that nobody would notice him. After all, if nobody noticed him, nobody would try to kill him, right?