[center][h3][color=fff79a]Kathleen McCloud[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dorm Parking Lot
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b]No one at the moment, but watching Dana Harada, Adachihara Kazuma, Rebekah Cross, and Jonas Highwind ([@Krayzikk], [@Plank Sinatra], [@HereComesTheSnow], [@Onarax])[/center][hr][hr]
Whitesnake played at a wonderfully high volume in a tiny beat up red car. Getting to keep her old noble stead had been a real nice gift, if you asked her. She liked her old car. It sure as creamy coffee beat walking around everywhere. Okay, maybe she could walk everywhere in the enclosed space surrounding the Academy, but her car was like her best friend. It just didn't feel right, not having it around. Drumming on her steering wheel, she belted out 'Give All Of Your Love' as she wiggled in her seat, driving at a luxuriously slow pace. It was kind of funny, the daughter of Zeus singing such a song. But then again, she wasn't exactly the standard Zeusy offspring.

Her hair was bright red instead of golden. Her face was round and sprinkled in light freckles, instead of well defined and a flawless tan. Even her hazel-green eyes rebelled against her father's linage of sky blue. Yes, she took after her mother more, that was for sure. But in personality? Maybe she really was like her father. She was stubborn and rebellious against her own father, just like he must of been with Kronos. But Kathy wasn't thinking of her more than neglectful daddykins at the moment. She was far more into the rockin' 80's hair band bursting through he speakers. 

Finally parking her car, she opened the door, long legs in fitted faded jeans and wearing a sunny floral tank top. With her music still blasting as it changed to 'Still of the Night' another of her favorite Whitesnake songs, she bent down to reapply her violent ruby red lipstick. Grinning at her reflection, still feeling hyped up by the very 80s guitar rift, Kathleen gave herself a wink. Standing up straight she looked over the hood of her car. Resting one foot on the edge of the inside of her car, the other on the firm concrete, she gripped the door and took a good look around. Looked like any other town in Utah, didn't it? Not that she had ever really slunk around Utah, but she imagined it looked a little more ruffled than most towns. Like something had gone down before she had even gotten there.

Fitting. Seemed like anywhere she went, something having to do with godly powers had already effected her destination. With a smile to herself, she leaned against her car, letting the song finish itself first. A few people were hanging about. Two guys and two girls. All of them were cuties, but they looked real focused on whatever they heck they were talking about. With a small amused chuckle to herself, she turned the car off finally and closed the front door, going back around to the trunk. The red head got out a single bag, not really bothering with the rest of her luggage, and slung it over her shoulder, locking the beat up old car with a press of a button. Still watching the group, she decided she'd just jump right in. Sauntering right up to them, she tilted her head to the side and grinned. 

[color=fff79a]"Hiya, boys and girls,"[/color] she just couldn't help but look at each one of them slowly, grinning like a cat staring down mice, [color=fff79a]"Heard somethin' about food. You lot know where the best grub is? Cuz I'm [i]staaarving[/i]."[/color] This time she gave them a wink and held up a hand, as if to show that she wasn't any threat or something. [color=fff79a]"Didn't mean to interrupt or anything. Just point me in the right direction,"[/color] she looked the japanese boy up and down before grinning and finishing her sentence, [color=fff79a]"and I'll leave you alone... For now at least."[/color] With a small devious laugh, she looked at the others in the group and twisted a lock of red hair around her finger.