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Ishin Academy, April 7th
"Interacting With"::[/b][@Inkarnate] (Mizuhana Yoshiba), [@Scrub Mage] (Katō Takara), [@floodtalon] (Adachi Chen), [@Altered Tundra] (Chikyu Yuki), and [@liferusher] (Kishimoto Rin)[/color][hr]

	Breathe in and breathe out - that's the only activity Adrianne spent doing for the most of her time riding on the bullet train... other than sizing up the others in this train and constantly thinking about the text messages she received from her family. She was tenser than ever, with that attitude only exemplified by one of her legs shifting back and forth.

	She unblinkingly stared out the window, her scowling visage resting on her propped up arm; furrowing her brows, Adrianne breathed deeply through her nose before breathing out the same passage. Watching the scenery swiftly pass on by, the girl thought about the final message as she stepped off that plane, alone. Temporary reservations were made early on for her to stay at a hotel. Adrianne knew what her parents [i]hoped[/i] the girl would do for the past few days.

	Their efforts were no different than what she thought of it all - a waste of time. She was here for many reasons, and screwing around wasn't on her agenda. That scowl intensified as she closed her eyes and let out a short sigh, sitting and meditating to herself before opening her eyes again to focus the scenery swiftly fly on by.

	It was just as fleeting as her interest as the girl rolled her head to look the other way, finding herself glaring at the empty seats across the aisle... in fact there weren't a whole lot of others surrounding the other seats other than her suitcase. It was like she was cursed being... it didn't help that Adrianne could hear the rather noisy whispering of what she presumed were Japanese students heading to Ishin.

	[color=0054a6]"Tch,"[/color] she peered back over the seat, resting her arm on the head of it, glaring backward at the perpetrators. They didn't exactly catch her doing this until thirty seconds later, but one of them immediately shut up, cuing the other to take a glimpse at what their friend was staring at.

	Her visage was stoic and stony, hardened just as much as her muscles, semi-visible through the sleeves... and Adrianne's face? That stare was all it took to get them to shut up.

	That former scowl harbored from earlier had dissipated, turning into a nearly unnoticeable frown. Her eyes were focused directly on the duo, as if glowing and silently judging them with a high level of contempt; those were the red eyes they were stabbed with, piercing and vibrant... and the way her brows furrowed and the ways girls eyes slowly went into a semi-squint. She radiated with that cold, sharp discerning visage, slowly moving it to eye the others conversing, only to notice them breaking into an unnatural silence of whispers.

	A few thoughts were going through her head, such as a passing judgment upon the supposed other students of Ishin, sizing up her competition, as well as silently pondering to herself over what they were all discussing. Was it the news, daily life, or how their dreams were? Adrianne was certain she heard something about a nightmare performing some strange deed.

	Or maybe they were talking about that hero?

	... as much as she wanted to know, there was a stronger urge to stay put and not waste her time. Interjecting wasn't on her list of priorities... her real priority was getting to Ishin Academy. 

	As the bullet train came to a halt, Adrianne took few passing glimpses as she slowly rose to her feet. Tightly grasping the handle of the large suitcase, she instantaneously hauled it behind as if it was nothing more than a lightweight ragdoll. She had to do everything she could to prepare for this, even doing minor "workouts" such as these on the way to her new school.

	She was alone, stepping out into the aisle and deftly striding out the front door, appearing as if there was a chip on her shoulder. The horned girl didn't even hear the conversation start up again, loud and cacophonous is ever. Not like she would ever care as she alternated the arm she carried her luggage in, wordlessly recalling and making her way down the streets.

	The train was no different than before - everyone kept their distance and whispered to themselves... though she did swore that she heard something about "that horned girl." That certainly caused her to raise an eyebrow and glower in the direction she heard that in.

	... other than the little comment and her nasty glare, the whole trip was uneventful; she had the layout somewhat memorize to a tee, barely making a single mistake as she trudged, closer and closer to the academy.

	Eventually, after some time, she arrived, alternating her grasp on the suitcase to her left hand. While she would of normally been punctual, she was... intuitive, curious, judgemental. The girl wanted to get an idea of what she was up against; she had an idea of how Ishin worked, hell, even was exposed to something similar earlier in her life.

	So she stood, pretending to bask in the "glow" of Ishin, hungry eyes not fixated on the towering school she was going to conquer, but the [i]others[/i] attending. She blinked once during this whole predicament, sifting through the crowds and mentally separating the mites from the apex predators, the bottom-feeders and the sharks, the first-rate students who were a threat and the third-rates who would most likely quit.

	She was still as a statue, radiating an aura of displeasure as she studied everyone. Some acted like this was just their everyday, ordinary school. What, did they not properly learn about how to use their quirks responsibly or something? Were they still living their fantasies? She bared her teeth, frowning largely in displeasure over some of the students who got in, brows furrowing to the point that if she tried to crease her brows further, they just might tear off from the sheer force.

	Not a whole lot look serious; some might be familiar with how the school works, some might not be. It was difficult to tell, especially with those meandering on the campus lawn... so she just filed them into the same group...

	... and that's when she decided to leave for the hall housing the first-years. Trudging out of the courtyard, her face contorted with sheer disgust and frustration. She could just break the grip of her suitcase just by tightening her own hand around it, yet she displayed some restraint. This was ridiculous.

	Why were they all so relaxed?! Did they breeze through the interview because they knew someone? Got in by recommendation? Or was it because they were Japanese?! Did they get free passes because of any of these reasons?!

	...

	...

	...

	No, no, stop. Don't get pissed. This is your first day. Ishin will see them for who they are and they'll be gone within the week... possibly a month in the worst case scenario. Just breathe in and out through your nose. Calm breaths. This is fine... besides, you'll show em' anyways. They'll see. You'll kick their asses out of the park.

	Just breathe in and out...

	Taking a deep breath in and out, seldom taking in the other students around her. That unpleasant scene and thought was just... unbearable. Better to just try and focus on herself, at least right now. Despite the mildly crowded corridors and close vicinity of students, there was still a bit of a bubble surrounding her as Adrianne made a passing glance... suddenly became Moses by making a small group of people part a bit.

	This involuntarily caused her to just roll her eyes and shake her head, glaring down the hallway before noticing a few students be ushered into a specific hall. From the last time she reviewed how this whole presentation was going to go out, this hall was supposed to be for first years... god, the way school years were structured here were peculiar.

	Filing in with the crowd, there was a temporary contortion of her face, a bit of a mixed bag of emotions over what she was feeling. On one hand, this auditorium was actually filled with a lot of students... on another, some of them were just being a bunch of chatty dips. Eventually, it just settled back to her usual visage as she strode up to the front and quickly found a seat that was far away from some of these more chatty individual.

	... though, while she did observe others, more and more came, filing in, wading to their assorted defeat or success, Adrianne relocated herself more than once around the front. At certain times, it was because most of these third-rate students were busy blathering over some event she could care less about; wasted brain space and time was what [i]that[/i] was.

	Other times, some attempted to converse with her, to which she callously ignored, grabbing her bag and hauling it away to another spot. It was less of a waste of time to keep relocating than to have to actually put up with some of these flunkies... she would of hoped that she could be stationed near [i]some[/i] students with a semblance of responsibility and silence.

	If anything, it was getting grating that she had to constantly move every few minutes. It made her look indecisive, and she did [i]not[/i] want these people looking down on her like she was... so against her better, agitated judgement, she ended up sitting next to Tentacle Blue and Her Comedy Crew.

	Regardless, it was just irritating just being in the vicinity of them, at least four seats away. She was mildly slouching in her chair, leaning on one of the armrests and propping up the rest of her arm to cradle her cheek on. There was a bit of a pout on her face that was blooming into a spiteful glower by the minute... didn't these people know how to shut up?

	And if anything else, she was the epicenter of it all, the cause of this disturbance from what she presumed... probably a friggin' second-rate student who didn't know how to control the rest of her third-rate crew.

	So throughout the chaos that was ensuring near her, Adrianne slowly turned and anchored her head, glowering directly at Tentacle Blue with a piercing gaze, and a scowl that was ultimately filled with contempt.

	How did people like [i]this[/i] even get into the school?