[h3][centre][b][color=f6989d]Leela[/color][/b][/centre][/h3]

After introducing herself, Leela examined her welcoming pack, pondering what she was actually doing here. She found it a little bit stuck up that one girl had actually dressed up in a snotty dress, and she rolled her eyes, descending the stairs  as well and sitting down. People never ceased to surprise her. 

Even as she wondered if perhaps she should have dressed up as well, Leela looked down at herself. She was wearing jeans that had seen better days, their knees scuffed and holed, and her shirt was large, baggy. Her boots had seen better days, and Leela scoffed at her vanity. She didn't need to dress up to impress anyone. 

Opening her welcoming back, she studied what was in it, pulling out the room key, she smiled, and attached it to a leather bracelet that had a few beads on it, so she wouldn't lose it, and began reading the other information. 

Finding iinformation about classes, and how she could earn money, she looked up at the stage, taking out the bank card, she slipped it into a pocket hidden in her jeans, and raised a hand [color=f6989d]"Excuse me? How do we go about finding a job? And when can we choose classes?"[/color]

[b]Connor[/b]

Dar'Rhar, or Connor as he would be known to the humans for now, listened to the speech, smirking. The prideful young man had appeared as a matter of principle, and with amusement, he wondered how many females he was allowed to partner with. Although perhaps he should leave multiple partners for Lust. 

He rose and accepted his key, glancing about as the environment changed slightly, and hummed to himself, looking about the room with curiosity. It was a matter of pride really to choose the best lady at the school and to win her. So he would be the perfect gentleman. He would assist with the demon population problem. Pride after all was his domain. Or it would be.