[B]Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock[/B]

Large headphones hanging from her neck and hands tightly enclosed in the warm pockets of her winter coat, Gratia Mindaro exuded the appearance of merely another teenage girl stoically waiting in line for the chance to enjoy some time out on the town while classes were still yet to start. Her face was moulded into her standard impassive expression, the only real sign of any emotion beyond that being the end of a lollipop that slowly rotated around as her mouth moved with slight impatience. Some student activist had been selling candy for charity purposes outside of their dorm when she had woken for the day, so she had bought one (lime-flavoured) on a whim (and in order to get the activist to shoo; there was something quite creepy about people stalking around the door of her room). It was honestly a pretty shit and overpriced lollipop; the ones sold by the newsagency down the road from her place back in Mistral were far better and cheaper (probably because they were mass-produced by some confectionary corporation). Still, she wasn't going to waste food.

A gust of wind blew through the line, her long flowing locks immediately reacting by blowing everywhere. She pulled her left hand out of her pocket and brushed some hair away from her face that had been obscuring her vision. Long hair could be a pain sometimes, but Gratia had never really felt like having it cut. There was honestly no point.

How long would it take for the airship to finally receive everybody in line? She held no particular emotion towards enjoying a tour of Vale's city districts, but it was important for her to familiarise herself with the locations she would possibly need to visit during her time here at Beacon Academy. There was a limited amount of time for her to do so, especially with classes soon to begin for her. It was a shame however, that public transport here was just as horrible as it was back home. Her lollipop shifted again. Waiting in line was not something she enjoyed doing, with everyone nearby being oh-so-very loud and [i]aggravating.[/i]

Gratia was admittedly ... somewhat pleased ... that the boy standing behind her with that strange cowlick hair-thing was silent.