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[b][h1][center]Ramona Herrman[/center][/h1][/b]



While Ramona stood patiently, waiting for a response from the buxom blonde holding the roster. Another voice spoke causing the warriors attention to shift. Approaching the Boss's left side was the other authority figure leading the orientation. A serious looking brunette with a face that said she had no tolerance for rule breaking.

[color=f26522]"Oh, a native of my homeland I see!" [/color] She spoke enthusiastically while giving Ray a quick assessment. [color=f26522]"You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, so don't concern yourself too much with a bit of lateness. Boss here will give you grief for it, but here at Hirst, nothing is unforgivable so long as you are willing to work to rectify it. Rumor has it some of our best and brightest alumni were in fact near-do-wells and delinquents who slept through half their classes!"[/color]

Ray remained standing, quietly lost in thought while processing the conversation. She wondered idly if her fellow Germanian knew anything about the Knights Order. More importantly, whether or not she had known the Herrman name. This worried Ray slightly due to the fact that she had wanted a different lifestyle here than the one she had at home. Escaping her family background was detrimental to her independent experience. Her calm demeanor faltered slightly displaying an anxious look across her face. All she wanted to do was take a quick nap, the long journey had drained her of all her energy, and it was important that she maintained her strength at all times. 

However relieved that her tardiness would receive no repercussions, it irritated Ramona slightly by being compared to that of a trouble maker. The red head was known at home for her proper behavior as well as her outstanding attendance and perfect grades. Rules and order have been ingrained into her since her early childhood. She was a firm believer in stability, harmony, and cooperation. The very notion that Ramona was anything less than upstanding had offended the prideful warrior.

Before Ramona had a chance to speak however, the instructor spoke once more after looking over an identical list to the one the other teacher was holding. [color=f26522]"Ah, it does appear you'll be in Room 1 with Seyrun Leviathan. Certainly better accommodation then what Kofenstein is putting up with. At the very least she'll respect your steal enough to leave it be, though do take care in leaving it sheathed."[/color] 

Upon hearing her roommates name as well as the room number she made a point to memorize the new information as it would be useful to her later.
[color=ed1c24]"Leviathan?"[/color] Ramona thought while attempting to hide her amused expression. 
[color=ed1c24]"Like the sea monster? Interesting." [/color] It was then that Ramona had noticed the teacher eyeing her sword. 
[color=f26522]"It is your right to carry a sword on these grounds, but I will not tolerate it being drawn against a student, staff, or faculty here. That is a mark of pride and stature, not an instrument of threat." [/color]

The remark had not offended Ray. It was understood that the faculties main concern was that of the safety of their students. It had been necessary for the teacher to be sure to mention the important yet unique rule pertaining to Ramona's own accessory.

The brunette smiled wide and welcoming. immediately moving the subject to a less defensive nature. [color=f26522]"Though we certainly have facilities to keep your arm in practice, if the interest fancies you."[/color]

The white knight nodded, her small, polite smile materializing out of thin air.
[color=ed1c24]"Rest assured madam, no harm will come to the students or staff that attend Saint Hirst Academy. I was taught long ago that honor and morality superseded ones own self indulgence. Order is everything. Chaos is only the path to humanities destruction."[/color]  Those last words caused Ramona's smile to vanish, putting in its place her usual serious expression.

Kneeling slightly, Ray grasped the handle of her suitcase that had been sitting next to her on the ground. She lifted her luggage and relaxed a little, out of nervous habit, she ran her fingers through her fiery red hair and scratched the back of her head.
[color=ed1c24]"As for those facilities you mentioned, I would be delighted to put them to good use. In fact, if you wouldn't mind showing me its location, I would very much appreciate it."[/color]
She paused for a moment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. [color=ed1c24]"However, if it is no inconvenience, I must take my leave in order to grow accommodated to my new surrounding."[/color]

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Once orientation had ended, Ramona began walking toward the adjacent building known as the Saint Hirst Dormatories. Before leaving the dining hall she was sure to grab a map of the school grounds laying on a table near the exit. One quick look at the map had told her which direction to go in order to make it to the room she would be using for the rest of the school year. As she strolled down the hallway, she took the time to notice the ornate detail of the decor themed about the building. It reminded her of the gothic victorian style which had mimicked the Germanian castle. After it's redesign of course.

Before long, she turned to her left and in front of her was a large wooden door carved out of the finest mahogany. A gold plaque hung on the center reading: "Room One."

[color=ed1c24]"Guess this is the place."[/color] Ray mumbled, bracing herself for yet another social encounter.
She entered the bedroom and even though she expected her roommate to have already been there, she was surprised to find that she was alone. She surveyed the room, noting the attention to detail. The furnishings were beautiful as well as expensive. It consisted of two of everything. Study carols, queen sized beds, and bed side tables. There were also two walk in closets. One bathroom stood adjacent to one of the study carols while across the room was a french double doorway also acting as windows. Upon further investigation, Ramona noted that it had also led out to a balcony over looking one of the courtyards that housed a garden so grand, that its beauty had mirrored that of the infamous Eden. 

She set her suitcase onto the bed nearest the entrance and began unpacking her few things. She made sure to leave the bed nearest the window for her roommate, whom she was sure would appreciate the view more than her. The items Ramona had brought were minimalist at best. It consisted of basic toiletries, five outfits for any occasion, and three school uniforms. Her only personal belonging was, or course, her sword and a picture of her mother. Even though she had never met the woman, she had been told countless times that she was spitting image of her in looks as well as personality. 

She set the frame on her now claimed bedside table and began to change out of her armor. Hanging the metal chain-mail onto a hanger, she placed it carefully and respectfully into the closet. Ray then continued unpacking and putting things away in her underwear, not thinking about the fact that she now shared a room with someone. This behavior had not been unusual for her at home due to the fact that she had always had her own accommodations. She wore a pair of black, lace boy shorts; as well as a matching bra with a single purple bow in its center. This only enhanced her curvaceous frame, large thighs, and bountiful breasts usually hidden by her thick, heavy, armor. 
After putting everything in its proper place, the warrior collapsed onto her bed and felt her eyelids grow heavy. Her long, scarlet locks fanned across the pillow beside her while her porcelain arms were held above her head. The goose down feathers were just enough to put the red head in a coma like state, unaware that she had forgotten to schedule an alarm.