[hr][h1][i][color=5E5A80]Samantha “Sami” Clarke[/color][/i][/h1][hr]
[i]I miss my old school, my old friends, my old life— but most of all I miss being normal.[/i]

Samantha Clarke took a long deep breath as she looked onward at what was going to be her life from hereon; something she was quite nervous and pessimistic about. Despite the misgivings she had as she picked up her feet and walked forward she wasn’t ungrateful for this opportunity that she had been offered to partake in— this was where she needed to be given the complications back home and her confusion with how exactly her powers worked. After all, it had only been one year since the incident at Apollo Labs… one year since Project Helios went nova… one year since she was imbued with strange powers.

Leaving all of that behind her and moving forward was hard but she knew she’d be better for it.

Shit, she hoped her credits [i]transferred[/i] properly. 

[b]"Cool man, I'm the Resident Adviser for the Rogers House. Parents named me Vince but everyone here just calls me Shark."[/b]

[i]Huh?[/i]

Samantha looked to the origin of the voice as she noticed a student— some type of welcoming party? She didn’t like crowds and this most certainly was a crowd. But that was to be expected, it was a school not her one bedroom apartment back home. She had to get used to new people, new powers, and new places. 

[i]This is just a normal out-of-state educational opportunity. Don’t be distracted.[/i]

She took another breath, this one albeit lighter and shorter as she decided it would be good to follow the instructions—find her dorm, relax at the cookout, and get used to the atmosphere of PRCU. Samantha wasn’t sure why she was getting this anxious and stressed out from just being here. She had a long talk with the adviser who recommended she transfer as well as a great deal of support from her former co-workers, friends, and her father. This was good and she needed to [i]relax.[/i] A somewhat forced smile rose from her lips as she began to make for the dormitories. What kind of person was she going to have as a roommate?

After dropping off her bags she made for the beach, though she didn’t change for the occasion like some of the other students had. She had always been more conservative in approaching social situations and never really ‘went’ to the beach when she was younger. Perhaps it was the introverted kind of bookish personality she had? She mentally shrugged as she made for the shores with her sketchbook and pencils in hand. She could at least get a nice sketch of the scenery at least... but first she needed to find a seat.

It was a start, right?