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[h3][color=9e0039]𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓼[/color][/h3]
[color=silver][hr]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟟𝕥𝕙 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤   / /   	𝟘𝟟𝟛𝟘[hr][/color]
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Another morning came to the horizon, this one however with a bit more purpose in the newly arrived student that occupied Room 300 in the Aberration dorms. Waking up once more in cold sweat from that same old yet newly reformed nightmare, Angélique got up from bed with the facial expression of someone who woke from the wrong foot. Her current thoughts were occupied by negativity, voices taunting her with how worthless she had been recently; how fleeting the bonds of friendship she made here were; how much of spineless cowards the humans around had been to her; how much pathetic beings her Subnatural friends and teammates were.

The raven black-haired student slapped herself out of it. She could not do anything about the voices in her head, but she could at least try and remain focused, shake off this anger building inside from the words whispered. Angel desperately tried to change her mind, thinking about what Lawrence told her the day before after they were finished with their firearms training. It was up to her to decide how her stay in this prison will be like. 

As much as she did not accept the fact that they would most likely be spending their rest of their lifetime in here, she could not deny the truth in her veteran classmate’s words. She needed to plan ahead of time, make the most of this place before the opportunity arises. 

With this train of thought in mind, Angélique dressed simply with a pair of skin-tight leggings, running shoes, a sports bra and her trademark shades; everything black in color to contrast her light complexity and complement her hair that she tied in a ponytail. She’d get a small breakfast at the cafeteria before jogging at the training grounds, to the track field.

Earbuds in place, plugged into her cellphone, the French-Canadian girl started jogging to the music of her playlists. She needed that much to distract herself from the ever-whispering voices pounding the back of her head. Jogging in itself was boring, and as such, after completing a single lap on the track field, she left the training ground to jog around the campus. 

By the end of her cardio session, a guard had approached Angel. Initially, she did not hear a single word from what he was saying, with the earbuds blocking outside sounds and music already blasting through her ears. She was tempted to just jog past the guy and ignore him, but with a raised gun pointing towards her, she doubted it was such a good idea after all. She stopped and removed her earbuds when she got next to the guard.

[color=9e0039]“What is it, [i]Sir[/i]? Didn’t know we had curfew during daytime as well.”[/color]

[color=f7976a]“Real funny… You have orientation to attend to this morning.”[/color] 

[color=9e0039]“Woah there, cowboy. Would it kill you to warn us beforehand? I’m all sweaty and shit, can’t I just take a fucking shower before going to [i]classes[/i]?”[/color]

[color=f7976a]“Then get your ass moving. You don’t have much time.”[/color]

This being said, Angel raced back to her dorms, grab her personal hygiene kit before quickly washing off the sweat and dust from her morning jog. While her inner self fancied a little touch of makeup, mostly eyeshadow, she had no time to prepare beforehand for such things. As such, Angel quickly dressed-up with skin-tight black jeans and a black cropped tank top, slipping into her pair of sneakers and taking off to the class where she was supposed to attend today’s classes. She wasn’t wearing everything she’d wish to, but that would have to suffice for the time being, she thought as she slipped her black opaque eyewear on her face.

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As she reached the class, there were already a few people that had arrived before Angélique. She did not recognize one individual however that had been sitting among them. Eyeing one open spot at the furthest possible seat from the teacher’s desk, Angel made her way there, sitting at the back end of the class next to the wall. She would’ve liked to sit next to the window at the far end of the class, but that spot had already been taken.

Throughout the whole orientation process, Angel paid little attention to whatever the guy at the front - Frederick? -  was talking about. He may have been a [i]Mage(?)[/i] just like they were, but the fact that he was working directly under their supreme overlord made him no less than a lapdog to the metal-styled student. 

It was but until the red-haired young woman who burst in the room with boxes and energy to wake up even the dead, things suddenly caught Angélique’s attention. So pretty much any kind of requests were accepted, on top of being dealt with quickly? From electronics to pets, musical instruments to firearms, most of the requests had been granted to the students. 

Angel would have been damned if she expected her request to really be considered. But with the Desert Eagle being dropped on her desk along with a few boxes of ammunitions, she could hardly deny that those people were serious about it. Even the blue folder sitting in front of her was testament to that. 

[color=f7976a]"I noticed that two of your classmates were having some gun practice the other day. What a fantastic way to build camaraderie! Just take it with a grain of salt. A lot of DC's finest don't give two hoots about the weapons we're packing. Anyway, since big ol' Grumpy has put me in charge of this group's requisitions and I'm allowed to do whatever I feel like if I think it benefits the group, from now on Lawrence is your official firearms instructor!"[/color]

Indeed, monsters were resilient to bullets, she seen it firsthand, but they would affect lesser creatures. Better using a bullet than a scream, in her case.

[color=9e0039]“Who said it’ll solely be used on monsters?”[/color]

Angélique slapped her hand to her mouth, her eyes growing wide when she realized what just came out from her mouth. Did she just really say that out-loud? Her mind had been nagging her at her with this idea as she had taken hold of the handgun and examined it. Surely, it was foolish to threaten the guards with it. But deep inside, she knew about herself, the danger Aberrations represented to others, what had happened between Zoe and Aaron. While bullets did no good against monsters, it was a whole another story for Subnaturals. At base, they were still humans, and if it wasn’t the case, why everyone here be so frightened about having guns pointed in their face. If one crazy Subnatural were to try and kill her, she would have to mean to lethally take that individual out, without resorting to her suppressed powers.

For the rest of the morning, Angel paid little to no mind about the classes she was having. Taking on textbook that had been distributed to her, Angel opened it and placed the blue folder she had gotten earlier from Daisy. She would pretend self-studying, all the while she was carefreely reclined on the two legs of her chair, back against the wall, with the allure of a slacker well experienced at what she does. 

Her mind drifted to the profiles she read thoroughly about her classmates. Granted, she was pissed off by the post-it notes detailing that she didn’t have access to her classmates’ powers and background. Classified information, her ass. Was it just so difficult to save her time and write down their powers instead of just having her walk up to each and every one of them and ask about what they do?

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When lunch time had arrived, Angel quickly got up her chair and left the class in a hurry. Something had been bothering her for a while, in fact throughout the classes. She had noticed they were one member short, seemingly replaced by an unknown dumb-faced guy she couldn’t care less about. Aaron was missing, and that bothered her immensely. She may have been an asshole to the boy for the past few days, but she still owed him much for what he did to her, and it was a lie to say that she didn’t care about him. 

There was a single lead for Angélique to follow. Out of his three roommates, only one remained available. Christopher was there in class, maybe he knew what happened to Aaron. If she could find him during dinner time, maybe she could have a chat with him about her friend’s whereabouts.