[center][b][u]Mishi[/u][/b][/center]

Mishi, though angry, accepted that the others were indeed useless without the brains of her, Atasuke, and Vernon. It was reckless of Shuu to sign everybody up for the tournament without their permission. Mishi walked out of the mess which had become the kitchen and went back into her room. It was about time for her to rummage through her closet to try and find out what she would wear. The myriad of skirts, scarves, and sweaters which were jumbled through out the closet could only by described as a mess. Yet, it was a mess Mishi is most certainly familiar with. Her searching hands reached into the closet and withdrew, one-by-one, a light blue sweater, black scarf, and a plain red skirt. After a few minutes, Mishi had put on a pair of black panty hose underneath the skirt and slipped on her comfortable, red sneakers as she slipped on her clothes. With her clothing done, Mishi left her room and returned to the kitchen. "So, do we have any actual plan on what we are going to be doing at this tournament?" Mishi asked as she sat down on the counter.