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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Room 2A (Her Dorm Room) → Kitchen → Rear Parking Lot
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Benny via Text - [@Hippocamp] | Samantha in Kitchen, indirect - [@HushedWhispers]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Relieved → a little excited[/center][hr][hr]

	The atmosphere was dark, and the air felt heavy. [b][i]"You'll be fine, Poca Cuchilla!"[/i][/b] A hispanic man wearing stereotypical gangster clothing told her (complete with a flatbill cap with the sticker still on it, a shirt a few sizes too big and sagging cargo shorts), looking to her from beyond the fog. "It's just some fuckin' pedophile! You can gat his ass as soon as he gets home!" Carmen looked to him, a little scared. She gulped. [color=00aeef][b][i]No... you can't be real...[/i][/b][/color] She thought as the man continued to look to her with a teasing smile. The fog disappeared, revealing her prison cell, with her cellmate sitting nearby. [i][b]"You've made a name for yourself around here."[/b][/i] She said. [i][b][b]"They're beginning to fear you now."[/b][/b][/i] Carmen shook her head. [color=00aeef][b][i]I shouldn't be here...[/i][/b][/color] She thought, looking towards the cell door. However, the cell door was that of an old house, and the walls were that of a dilapidated house when she turned back around. Behind her was a scared hispanic child, hiding behind her. Carmen felt something cold and heavy in her hands, and looked to it... it was a dirty black 1911 .45 pistol, loaded with the safety off. This house was too familiar, and so was the child... and this wasn't her normal gun. She looked to the door, hearing it creaking open. A white man, an older skinny white man, with such a frightening image, walked through the door, carrying a paper bag full of groceries. [i][b]"It's him!"[/b][/i] The child cried, and immediately, Carmen raised the gun in her hand, and took aim. [i][b]"No... no!"[/b][/i] The man panicked. [i][b][color=00aeef]"I'll see you in fucking hell!"[/color][/b][/i] Carmen heard herself call out after him before feeling herself pull the trigger. 

	[b]*BANG!!!*[/b] Carmen shot awake in her dorm room as soon as the gunshot of the 1911 rang in her ears, still hearing it briefly as she opened her eyes. She was sweating a little, and was panting. She looked around briefly, still trying to grasp this realm before sighing in relief. [color=00aeef][b]"Shit..."[/b][/color] She sighed to herself. [b][color=00aeef]"Dafuck was that..."[/color][/b] She sighed again in relief, knowing that was only a dream... one of those rare flashback types. She looked to the side of her bed, the part of the bed that was up against the wall. The hidden gun holster strapped to that side still had her [url=http://www.imfdb.org/images/c/c6/FNP45Tac.jpg]FNX-45 Tactical pistol[/url] still in it. She smiled a little before stretching, getting up from bed. She grabbed her phone, checking her texts and the time. It was late in the morning, and today was the day off. She sighed, going to the closet to go change, assuming Brenna wasn't there. If she was, she would wait until she left before she changed.

	Things were getting weird for Carmen ever since she got here in Mayweather University. She came under the pretenses that she was gonna be surrounded by good-aligned hero types, and that she would be able to learn how to become a much better person as a result of all of this. Even though she didn't come into the school with a plan, she did have high hopes. Until she realized that the villain's campus was fucked up by a fire, and now all of the survivors are living inside of the Mayweather campus Revenge of the Nerds style. She hoped it wouldn't be too bad by then, but now she's living with an ice queen she couldn't even turn her back towards, is constantly harassed by a fucking Nazi and is vilified by (ironically) the villains, as they have a collective hate against Mayweather. All Carmen wanted was to do her own thing, become a better person, and graduate so she can go to Syria to do some humanitarian work, and hopefully help the SDF in its fight against terrorism. But [i]nope![/i] There was a fire, assholes have to pick shit with you and you gotta stash all of your shit in your car because your own roommate can either blackmail you with it, get you kicked out of the school for it, or worse, kill you with it. Ever since Carmen was in prison, she was through with taking chances. But now, it was time to practice, and to make perfect.

	After dressing in her normal outfit (grey NAVY shirt, blue Navy BDU trousers, black running shoes, shoulder holster and black leather jacket), she took her trusty tactical pistol from the holster alongside the bed and put it under her jacket. Taking her (empty) wallet, car keys, cell phone, butterfly knife and suppressor for said tactical pistol, she pocketed them all in the various pockets of her trousers, and went out into the halls. Quietly shutting the door as to not wake anyone up, she stood outside in the hall, getting out her phone and beginning a new text.

[center][b][b][color=00aeef]To: Benny
Hey assface, wanna head to the range with me? Meet me at my car, shotgun's still open for you. :)[/color][/b][/b][/center]

	After sending her (only) friend Benny that message, she pocketed her phone. Whenever she called her friends names, she never really meant it. In fact, she only calls her freinds assface, as an affectionate and joking way of calling them ugly, regardless of how attractive they really are. Carmen looked around, making sure that there isn't anyone around to fuck with her today. If not, she would walk downstairs to the dorm kitchen. Seeing Samantha in the kitchen cooking breakfast, she gave her the usual look of contempt. It wasn't that she hated Samantha... it was more along the lines that she reminded Carmen of how unfair and seriously unbalanced life is. She didn't speak to her, though, smelling the breakfast she cooked. Carmen isn't one to be unfair herself, in her mind, she gave Samantha props for the breakfast for it smelled really good, and made her stomach growl. 

	[b][color=00aeef]"Sorry... it's me."[/color][/b] Carmen said with an uncomfortable smile after that, looking in the cabinets for her marked lunch. As she was looking in the cabinets, she heard Samantha speak to the freshman in the sing-song voice. She didn't mind too much at first, though the whole 'Disney Princess' vibe she gave bothered her. However, when the freshman told Samantha to fuck off, Carmen couldn't help but hold back a laugh, snickering lightly as she was trying her best to hold back a burst of laughter. Holy shit, that was [i]hilarious![/i] She was hoping that Samantha didn't notice, and if she did, she wouldn't start shit with her. After she calmed down, she grabbed her lunch box and closed the cabinet, walking out of the kitchen and back out to the halls, nodding with a soft smile to the various class members that populated the school as she walked out to the rear parking lot of the school.

	As she walked out to the parking lot, she looked straight to her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ee/e1/2c/eee12c52e13aa73c829f9924d20a0eed.jpg]black Mustang[/url], her baby that she's been raising for a while. Taking out her car keys, she remotely unlocked it, seeing the dark-colored headlights flash their bright LEDs briefly. She smiled, remotely unlocking the car before getting inside, shutting the door and relaxing inside. This was her one of her two sanctuaries, where she can actually be alone to herself and relax in the day. As she relaxed, she turned on the stereo inside of her car, keeping the top and windows up so the music won't bother anyone. Carmen took an AUX cord and connected her phone to the stereo, playing a few songs from her library, including but not limited to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGKyKtihB9Q]a nice trap song she heard some time ago.[/url] While the song played, she waited for Benny to respond to her text or knock on the window. But until then, she decided to eat her breakfast of Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, and a small bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.

[center][sub][color=5E5E5E](( Edited as her goals changed ))[/color][/sub][/center]