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[center][h3][color=00aeef]Maya Enilsdottir[/color][/h3][/center]

The dining hall was as full as memory served, and the young girl murred softly as such. She always struggled with these times, for she much preferred sitting by herself without bothering anyone. Whenever she sat down by others, she had noticed them fleeing from the table just minutes after her taking seat, so that had rarely been an issue, true, but scaring people away was not her greatest joy in life either. She may be the daughter to one of the mightiest mafia loansharks in all of Telemarin, but that didn't mean she specifically was apart of this foul business. And so she sighed.

Her cold, blue eyes browsed and scoured the massive hall, seeking a table that was by itself. Her proud, stern expression revealing nothing of her inner turmoil as she found a solution to her issue. Her feet started to pull her through the room, towards the faraway corner of the hall, her lunchboard balanced on her left arm while the right grabbed an empty chair, pulling it along. Atleast she'd brought with her the freshest issue of the [i]St. Hirst Times[/i], the welcoming newspapers, so entertainment was secured for the loner.

The corner she so often sat by, the solitary corner giving her atleast three footlengths away from any of the populated tables, was her own. She placed the chair down before almost leaping into it, the lunchboard placed in her lap while the papers unfolded in her grasp. She was rather surprised at how quick the [i]Journalist News Club[/i] got it both made and printed, but she supposed efficiency is what those people aim for.

Her eyes now scoured through the pages of the large papers, briefly reading through those lines of rather mundane and boring information, until she finally reached the club advertisement pages. Not really her thing, that. Joining clubs, that is. She vaguely remembered the short time spent in the old [i]St. Hirst Economy Club[/i] in her first year, and how her mere presence almost had the club disbanded. Ah, yes, that's when the knowledge of her upbringing and her parents' work was revealed to a part of the public, and where the rumours of her cold, criminal acts began. [i]Sigh.[/i] [color=0072bc]"Hell take you, father.."[/color] she muttered softly to herself. Even here, so far away from Telemarin, had he been able to ruin her reputation and chances in life it seemed.

The [i]Sports Club[/i] advertised with their typical high-energy advertisements as last year. "Are you an up-and-coming Sportsstar? Do you love sports?! JOIN US FOR GREAT FUN AND STUFF!" Bleh. Boring. She was none of that. And this [i]Literature Club[/i] didn't really appeal to her neither. "Do you enjoy reading books, and discussing their riveting stories with booklovers like yourself? Come to the Literature Club for a brief interview." Club this, club that. And this [i]Mystery Club[/i] seemed equally mundane and boring. Spending hours of your day into researching where that one pencil went? Seems a drag.