[center][h1][color=007236]Melissa[/color] Wright[/h1][/center]

Melissa walked with a permanent grimace around the boat, she was freezing cold and yet her sister told her to go out and meet the rest of the students. Most of them were already talking to someone else, or in a group of their own, not to mention the fact that she knew she didn't like talking to people [i]especially[/i] when she was in a bad mood. And she was, even though it was her own fault, she was mad at the fact that she was so cold. Why of all places did the school have to be in Alaska? Why not a nice warm place like Florida, or Hawaii, or even an uncharted tropical island, an area 51 kind of deal? Sighing, she continued to trudge around the ship. She figure she'd at-least half-ass the whole 'meeting people' deal if it would please her sister. Everyone seemed relatively normal, well as normal as your freaky mutant person with potential eye laser powers could be, except for this guy with a burning hunk of wooden charcoal for an arm. But of course, one of the only people Melissa was halfway interested in was already engaged in conversation. Sighing she continued on her search for 'interesting' people. Eventually she happened upon a girl with pink hair and a..shark..fin? What.

She was definitely interesting indeed, maybe even moreso than Flambo the Magnificent that she passed by. Against her better instincts, she decided to walk up to her and talk to her. What was the worst that could happen, she morph into a shark and eat her? "[color=007236]Hey there, nice fi-..I mean hair. Nice hair.[/color]" She told her. True, the fin looked cool and all, but Melissa wasn't sure if the girl minded that topic about herself being brought up. "[color=007236]I'm Melissa, by the way.[/color]" She added.

[@Mr Allen J]