[h2][color=00a651]Rebekah Green[/color][/h2]

The morning's class dragged on. Though Rebekah had initially been excited about taking classes with and for superheroes, the reality didn't quite measure up. Since aliens apparently existed, she would have thought that humans weren't the only ones capable of higher reasoning and laying out a coherent train of thought, but she was now beginning to doubt this. Meredith Hillard staggered drunkenly from one point to another, skipped and hopped lightly over a few tangential details before veering off in another barely related direction. She did seem knowledgable about biology, and the coursework was contained in what she said, but oh boy did it take some work to separate the wheat from the chaff and get it out of there. Rebekah brow was growing deeper and deeper furrows as Meredith laid out the syllabus.

The course, apparently, would contain human anatomy, ecosystems and ecology, cell biology and genetics. This all seemed like good stuff to know and even interesting, but Rebekah was fast coming to the conclusion that this would not be her favourite class here at Herculean Academy. She would go through with it, learn what she could, but having to deal with a teacher who went beyond eccentric into scatter-brained and sadistic would suck the joy of learning from that class for her.

The class came to an end, and lunchtime rolled around. Most of the students trooped off towards the cafeteria, and some towards the dorms. Rebekah followed the second group, to quickly check on her possessions. If they had been disturbed for a second time that morning, she would need to take stronger action. As it turned out, they had not. The cupboard door was still jammed shut, with her bags safe inside. Seeing this, she shrugged off her school bag filled with books, pens and notes and instead picked up a second backpack of green and yellow, opened an empty pocket and slid in the jewel that Professor Veilleur had given her that morning. This was the one that she mentally referred to as her "super bag" and was growing towards being, so far as she was concerned, the most massively useful collection of items ever assembled into a space of under 35 litres.

All shrunk down and organised into their own individual pockets were everything from extra clothes for a number of situations, food, drink and other survival supplies, first aid kits, combat gear, vials of some interesting chemicals and a few handy gadgets to top it off. When she left the room, it was this bag that sat on her shoulders, because after lunch, instead of more theory classes, she had her first practical training. Exactly what that would mean, she didn't know yet, but whatever came, she would be prepared. With her super bag, she always was.

Lunch was already well underway in the cafeteria when she arrived. A cacophony of conversation hit her from all around as she got her food. There seemed to be some kind of disturbance going on in the other food line, but she ignored it. This was a time for students to mingle with each other, socialise and get to know each other. As important as her studies were, Rebekah knew that if she went through a year at this new school without a few friends beside her, frankly, her life would suck. She didn't mind spending time alone, but loneliness was another matter. So far as she knew, the first step to friendship was proximity, and so, when she spied a group of girls who she recognised from biology class, she went to them and sat down at the table.

[color=00a651]"Hey"[/color] she said as she set her tray down. [color=00a651]"How's it going?"[/color]