Ellie was up long before her alarm, already dressed in a white tank top and jeans. She had woken up somewhere between 3 and 4 in the morning and hadn't even bothered to try and fall back asleep. There was no reason to be up that early, she didn't have any classes until 6 but there was no way she was going to be able to sleep again. Some days her sleep cycle just refused to cooperate and she would have to pass the time pacing her room with pencil in hand, stopping every now and again to scribble out a rough sketch of a bird or something. She would have preferred to practice with her Noble Arms of course, but she doubted that her fellow students and faculty would appreciate gunshots going off before the sun was up. It was incredibly boring but at least she wouldn't be late to homeroom. She had managed to get her raven black hair in order without issue, the long strands pulled up into a tight and functional bun.

The next order of business was clothing. The white undershirt was covered by her signature Air Cav jacket, the functional canvas garment hanging loosely off her frame. It was too big for her but it was totally kickass which was a good a reason as any to wear it. The young woman dug around the papers scattered around her desk and retrieved a half empty can of chewing tobacco and tucked it into her breast pocket for later but not before tucking a small pinch in her lip, gum cancer be damned. She was aware of course of the health concerns surrounding tobacco and she was barraged by images of cancerous throats and lungs when she went to buy more but didn't especially care. She enjoyed her habit, despite the fact it was shortening her lifespan.

Ellie headed for the door just as the announcement came in, listening with a sort of half-interest. Grace Poe meant nothing to her, she wasn't a Filipino. She did snicker a bit at the mention of it being required for all students to listen to some bullshit speech about patriotism. She had little respect for leaders that would require to listen to them prattle on about duty and honor and all that, it was a sign of weal leadership. How insecure did you have to be to force a bunch of students show up to politely clap and nod like puppets on a string?

She was intrigued however by the prospect of meeting Angelito Jaime, the Hero of '87 himself. That sounded quite a bit more interesting than politician she was barely aware of. It would be neat to be near him as he worked, she might even learn something from him. A buzzing from her phone alerted her to two new messages,her brow furrowing as she read them. Ellie didn't exactly want to hear the President's speech but it wasn't like she had anything better to do. And the mention of keeping the President's and Director's attention on them sounded sketchy as fuck. Her lithe fingers quickly tapped out the same response to both numbers: [color=0000FF]<"Fuck Off.">[/color]

Once that succinct reply was sent out she made her to homeroom, taking her usual seat and nodding polity to Ms. Ellora. More students trickled in over time, Ellie ignoring all of them except for the thin white haired boy that had tumbled in with the grace of a bird with a crippled wing. She grinned as he managed to scramble his way into his seat, surprised that he hadn't fallen off his board by now and snapped his neck.