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 dropped 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 grabbed the messenger bad that held her books and supplies before heading for the door, listening with a sort of half-interest to the Filipino students singing their anthem. It meant nothing to her, she owed no allegiance to the country she was currently in. There was not a doubt in her mind that she would be returning to the US in the future to protect her people and their ideals from the bastard Hammer of Masters or anyone else that would harm them. She planned on spending as little time away as possible.

She got to homeroom with a few minutes to spare and took a seat just in time to see a pale, white haired boy nearly break his neck on his skateboard, snickering quietly to herself before listening to Pablo make his introduction. The mention of the Disablers was enough for her to scoot her chair closer to the group, eyeing the three curiously. They were all younger than her if she had to guess, something that wasn't too suppressing. At 18 years of age she was a little bit on the higher end of Trinidad Academy's age range. And just like the bunch of teen boys they were, they were already verbally jerking themselves off over how cool they were. That was fine by her, she was no stranger to bragging about herself. 

Drake was either trying to establish himself as top dog of the class or was just a complete tool, or possibly a combination of the two. Pablo seemed nice enough, a bit naive maybe but mostly fine. The white haired klutz was really full of himself, making illusions of himself appear with an air that reminded her of a stage magician. 

[color=#4F97A3]"Name's Ellie, I'm going to be one of your classmates."[/color] she introduced herself lazily, bottom lip bulging with tobacco. [color=#4F97A3]"You seem pretty full of yourself, Drake. Teen kids still in high school usually aren't considered very good 'heroes.'[/color] She drew the word out mockingly, snorting like an arrogant horse at his bravado. [color=#4F97A3]"Can you actually back it all up? My guess is that it's all just talk."[/color]

Her attention shifted to Xris, dropping her hand on his table. [color=#4F97A3]"Your Arm isn't too impressive either, kid. A fancy stick and some clones aren't much compared to cold steel."[/color] Her other arm made a sudden movement as if drawing from an invisible holster, producing the garishly engraved pistol form of her Noble Arm and pointing it skyward.  [color=#4F97A3]"I can put rounds in anyone or anything that rushes me with some sort of melee weapon. I call this one Liberty."[/color]

The 1911 began to melt into a silvery haze, changing colors and solidifying into it's long barreled form. [color=#4F97A3]"And this one is is Life. Seven rounds in each one, a total of fourteen problems I can solve without stopping."[/color] Ellie dismissed the gun with a flick of her fingers and spread her arms. A familiar feeling of warm, crackling energy began to course through her as a field of indigo blue and emerald green plasma surrounded her and took the shape of a massive eagle. The feathers of the mighty hunter were outlined with pulsing electricity, the bird of prey flapping its great wings and launching Ellie into the air. She was high enough that her head nearly scraped the ceiling, ensuring that anyone who hadn't noticed her before definitely would now. 

[color=#4F97A3]"From up here friend, all your doubles look pretty small to me."[/color]

Her impromptu exhibition finished Ellie easily drifted back down, landing solidly on Pablo's table. The ethereal eagle dissipated in an electrically charged mist, the young woman making an over dramatic bow. She was grinning widely, always one to enjoy showing off her skills.