[center][color=Lavender][h1][u]I S A B E L L E[/u][/h1][/color][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub][b]April 7th -- School Grounds[/b][/sub] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][sub]bolded spoken words are in [b]English[/b][/sub][/center]

Isabelle merely nodded at the gelatinous girl's explanation, shifting an eye over to the conversation to her the was happening beside her with only slight interest. Whatever had happened seemed to be rapping up very nicely, so she decided against getting any further involved. She'd have plenty of time to get to know these people, so there was no need to rush things. However, as she made her way around the group and for the classroom(where another had already seemed to have taken her seat during all of the chaos), she couldn't help but halt at the loud shout that filled the hallway. Despite her better judgement, she turned to see who made such a bold declaration, only to see the boy [i]slam[/i] into the ground with a mighty thud hard enough to crack the floor. She raised a singular eyebrow at this, but made no comment or motion to continue as she watched another boy, seemingly familiar with the first boy, pick him up and introduce the two of them to the rest of the class. 

[color=Lavender][i]Hmmm. . . A weight-based quirk of some kind, and possibly a strength quirk for the second boy, unless the first one deactivated his. Interesting, if somewhat basic, quirks. The first one,(Hirohiko was how the other one introduced him) seemed to lack a precise control of his quirk if his reaction is anything to go by. Well, at least they seem pleasant.[/i][/color]

With this in mind, Isabelle walked into the classroom, ignoring the other voices that echoed from the hallway as she went to find her seat, giving a slight nod to the other girls who had already entered. Unlike the other students, she knew exactly what the seat positioning meant, and as such, immediately began to look over the red-eyed girl who sat in a row all her own. While it wouldn't be quite correct to say that Isabelle was competitive, her father had instilled in her the need to constantly be aware of two facts of life: First, there was always someone better than you, and Second, that they were always the ones you can learn the most from. As such, she would be watching this girl very closely, for if she was to achieve her goal in life, she needed to take every chance she could to improve.

Moving on from the the pig-tailed girl, Isabelle moved to take her seat near the back of the class, a small frown forming on her face as she saw herself seated in the eighth spot. Fist clenched tight in the face of how all of her effort and training had only brought her this far in the eyes of Academy's instructors, a wave of nausea swept through her. Was this all she was worth? All her effort, all of her training, all of it meant this little. As she stood there, staring at her desk with an unreadable expression, a low growl would rumble throughout the classroom. Her jacket seem to rustle as if something was squirming beneath it, but before it grew to violent, the foreign girl took a deep breath. First In, then out, calming Akira's outrage as much as she could.

[color=Lavender][i]It's fine. I won't stay here. I [b]can't[/b] stay here.[/i][/color]

With this simple directive stated firmly in mind, Isabelle calming took her seat, removing the drawstring bag that she had with her and placing before her. Already she could feel the pangs of hunger start to ache within her stomach, and now was as good a time as any to  get it out of the way. Reaching into the back, she pulled out a few protein bars, specifically made by a man her father knew who researched quirks to more easily fulfill the energy requirements of her body between meals. While not enough to really fill her up, it took the edge off.

If only they didn't taste absolutely awful, though she was more than used to the sterile and dry flavor of the bars already. As she absentmindedly chewed on the bar, she turned her attention to the classroom door, wondering both why it was taking the rest of the class so long to enter the room and when their homeroom teacher was going to show up. The sooner things got started, the better, as the anticipation was beginning to eat at her, especially after knowing how she ranked on the placement exam. She knew full well Isshin's stance on foreigners, and thus expected very little in the way of assistance from the school and it's staff, despite her father's words to the contrary.

 The attitude of the school had been made quite clear during the exam that her presence in this school was neither welcome nor desired. For a second, she wonder if her low ranking was, at least partially, due to this bias against her nationality. . . but was quick to dismiss it. Whether or not it did have an effect, she doubted it was by any significant amount. Whatever bias the school board held against her, the thing they had come to judge were her skills and they had seen them as barely enough for acceptance. She had to accept this, and then focus on how she would prove each and every one of them wrong. Biting down into the final pieces of the bar with a angered ferocity, her brown eyes once again focusing on the pig-tailed girl who sat alone at the head of the class, if for but a moment, before she reclined in her chair slightly closing her eyes in thought as she considered ways she could improve her training regimen and what she could've possibly been lacking in the exam to score so low in placement.

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[@Grey][s]If Nobu notices the unintentional diss of ignoring his declaration[/s]