[center][color=00a651][u][b][h1]Kiko Mazzini-Ishikawa[/h1][/b][/u][/color][/center]

Interacting with; Yasu [@Naw]

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Kiko thought it was hilarious how everything blew up after the putz made his big announcement. Nobody took him seriously. This was some real time humiliation. She'd have to make a mental note to watch herself around him, though. She wasn't about to let herself get pushed around like that fat kid. Come to think of it, that fat kid was one of the people she'd fired at during the exam. She hadn't actually planned on shooting at other students, but he was in the way, so whatever. If people learned to fear her tommy guns, all the better.

[b][color=00a651]"I say he lasts a month, tops."[/color][/b] Kiko replied to Yasu as they made their way towards the front doors. Talking about how long others would last made Kiko worry about herself a little. Her folks had made it pretty clear this was her once chance at being a Hero. She lamented the lack of accommodation for her life choices. So what if gangsters were usually associated with crime? She wanted to be a Heroic gangster that shot people, so that was what she was going to be. If people didn't like that, then she'd just have to do it anyway. Real gangsters didn't take shit from anybody, and neither would she.

Once inside the school building, Kiko was mildly surprised by what she found. She had been given the impression this wasn't the greatest school, but it didn't look all that bad. Maybe they could make something of this place after all? After arriving in the assembly hall, Kiko took a seat up the front. The front was where she belonged, no matter who told her otherwise. Who cares if it meant nothing right now? It was symbolism, at the very least.