[color=Crimson][h1]Savannah Churchill[/h1][/color] 
 
When Savannah awoke from a nightmarish sleep, she found herself tangled with her blankets on the floor. [color=Crimson]"Damnit."[/color] she muttered under her breath. Thus began the process of loosening herself from the creamy, soft blankets, which did a good job of sandwiching herself into them. As soon as she was unentangled, she jumped up onto the tall vanity, giving her a chance to see herself.
 
Her blonde hair was impossibly curly and untamed, just like usual. Her bright yellow eyes stared back at her through the mirror, an angry look to them. She had not yet gotten used to that gaze of her own, no matter how many times she stared at it. The skin on her face was pretty dirty, she'd have to take a shower some time. Her eyes wandered to her body, and Savannah adjusted her gaze back to her face. She refused to look at that today.  

Without a second thought, Savannah leaped off of the vanity. She grabbed a loose fitting white sweater and a pair of black leggings from her duffel bag, and went out the door towards the bathrooms.  
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After a well-deserved 30 minute shower, Savannah was in the cafeteria eating some salad. The salad was not her first choice, but after seeing the display of unhealthy foods she had chosen to pick the one that was not going to make her overweight. There were several other students in the cafeteria, but Savannah chose to sit on her lonesome. She hadn't been feeling like being around other people lately, mostly because of her anger. As for now she was able to keep her Stigma under wraps, but if anyone even said something that was even remotely insulting, that anger would most likely manifest in a horrible version of itself.
  
On that note, the cuff on her anklet began blaring so loudly, in less than a second she couldn't hear her own thoughts anymore. She plugged her ears, grinded her teeth, and screamed what was probably an inaudible scream due to the siren. Once the sirens died down to a still fairly audible screech, Savannah took a couple deep breaths, calming herself.  

Once she heard the announcements of Ms. Zhang, she fell silent yet again. Just as she had said, her cuff blinked green, and quite a few guards burst into the cafeteria. One rushed over to her and grabbed her arm rather forcefully, pulling her along. She wanted to do it, but she recognized that it was a bad idea to punch the woman.  
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 *collab post, see  above in Angel's* 
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Once the truck had stopped and Savannah was escorted out of the truck, she saw the full extent of the battlefield. She whistled, impressed yet frightened at the same time. It looked like the green team's monsters were the worst, what with spaghetti and meatballs charging directly at them. She took a small gulp, holding back the memories of her past that would be sure to assault her as soon as she stopped concentrating on the fight. 
 
Haring her battle assignments, Savannah stepped towards Aaron. She didn't quite like her designation as 'you' but she supposed it would do. Hearing Angelique's invite to lunch and her war cry, she smiled a bit. Lunch sounded fun. She spread her legs, ready to touch anything that would come her way. She was ready for combat.