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[color=C0C0C0][b][h1]Chiwa Hatori[/h1][/b][/color][/center]
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The classroom was steadily getting fuller as more and more students walked in, though it seemed as the morning bell came near, a few classmates were still not in class yet. With a quick count – there weren't much students in this class, anyway – Hatori could tell that five of them remained absent. She was hoping one of them wasn't part of her team; Hatori wanted to use the last valuable minutes of her time to get to know her teammates before getting ready for the exercise. Since she wasn't here yesterday, she barely knew anyone, and conversely barely anyone knew her, and those that did knew her only roughly. And on another tangent, her roommate was [i]probably[/i] here and Hatori had never even seen her. [color=C0C0C0]"Ugh. Can't things get any more easier for me?"[/color] Hatori muttered below her breath. 

There was one that struck out to Hatori as soon as she walked into the room, however. It was a blonde haired girl, though her hair seemed way whiter than blonde hair should normally be, and it extended way down. It reminded Hatori of the tale of Rapunzel, though she bet Rapunzel wouldn't have such strange hair. There was also that lock of hair that was comically bobbing on the top of her head. That girl was approaching close to where Hatori was sitting, with little to no emotion on her face. Hatori recalled that Dulga had that same lack of emotion on her, though it was for a completely different reason – this girl, she couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but she struck Hatori as peculiar rather than stoic. The white-blonde hair girl sat to the right of the second last seat to the window...

[color=C0C0C0][i]Wait...isn't that where I was sitting?[/i][/color]

Hatori swiftly jumped across the freshly organized column of tables, using the chairs to step up and scale across the seats. Her bag was still lying next to Hatori's chair which was getting stolen right in front of her eyes. She had honestly just picked that seat because it was closed to the open shelves where they placed their bags right when class started, and was far enough in the back that she had ready access to the back door. She wouldn't have picked a window seat, however – Hatori was left-handed and the window would just get in the way of her left arm. 

She grabbed her schoolbag, which lay opposite to the girl's schoolbag, and placed a hand right on the table right as the strange girl sat down. With Hatori looking down at her, she almost felt like she was in an assertive position, ready to dispute whatever claim the girl had ready for her. On a second thought, someone taking her seat wasn't a really big issue, as she could just take another nearby seat, but Hatori wanted to figure out this girl's personality first...and by the off chance she was actually part of her team.

[color=C0C0C0]"I'm sorry, but I've already taken this seat. My bag was here first,"[/color] Hatori said concisely with a calm tone. She didn't want to antagonize her too much, since Hatori wanted to leave a good first impression. [color=C0C0C0]"You're free to sit elsewhere though, maybe near me. We could get to know each other...what's your name, by the way? I'm Chiwa Hatori. Nice to meet you."[/color]

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