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[hr][hr][b][i]Location[/i][/b]... Dining Hall.
[b][i]Interacting With...[/i][/b] Ollie [@Liriia] and Katsuya [@aladdin_sane]
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Plans for the day? She had seriously debated sleeping until the next day, but [color=gray]Ollie[/color] was here. Low would pass that over with the hopes that she wouldn't face repercussions. Her doctor said she needed the appropriate amount of sleep alongside the recovery. Whatever that truly meant, she wasn't sure. Bed at seven? Eight? She had asked specifics, but he'd given a rather dismissive shrug and said 'it depends on when you wake up'. Routine was better, wasn't it? A body moved like clockwork if the alarm went off the same time every day.

She twirled a lock of long hair, smudging the black she'd wiped from eye where it was twisted. Her spindly fingers felt along her jacket – phone inactive. It was easy to be disappointed, but it was much better to be hopeful. [color=red]Stacey[/color], [color=0072bc]Sebastian[/color]... whomever else she thought to send a text to would reply later. That was how the ship sailed, wasn't it? [color=#CCFF66]”I wouldn't mind if we didn't.”[/color]

She stifled a yawn, tum quite full from a satisfying breakfast. A lot of energy buzzed around the room. It clashed with her own, timid lifestyle. There were plenty of new faces, new graces around this time. A chance to make friends new and enemies just as fresh. Speaking of friends, [color=gray]Katsuya[/color] meandered over, introducing herself to their group with settling of the tray.  The girl before her was a rambler. Perhaps narrative, otherwise nervous and strangely, absolutley Gray Team. 

Again, Low considered why she hadn't been added to that group. Drugs wasn't an [i]odd[/i] thing. What was odd happened to be her freshman placement with the Red team. What a mistake that was. [color=red]Richard[/color] did not take well to her at all. There was a vague memory of her tossing something heavy at him once. The anger still sat her in gut. It was such a [i]shame[/i] he was here again this year. It always bothered her when she didn't get along with others.

[color=#CCFF66]”Hi,”[/color] the recovering creature bade peacefully to the fantasy-driven [color=gray]Katsuya[/color]. Her imagination was as wide as her eyes, even with a mouthful of food... Low imagined there was some war going on in her mouth, the teeth the indomitable force and the food an underdog, decimated, squandered. Thinking more on the first question, her pinky trailed and tapped the nail of her dear sweet [color=gray]Ollie[/color].

[color=#CCFF66]”I want to do nothing and everything at once. Nothing? Something?”[/color] She frowned. A clear sign of being overwhelmed! Help, dear friend. Help! A decision needed to be made but Low wasn't prepared enough to make it. They had all gotten here moments prior after all.