[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Eira Winters | Antartica[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=6ecff6]”That's worse, you- ugh,”[/color] Eira groaned, hitting her head gently on the seat in front of her. She had a few choice words for Renard, and by a few, she meant more than she could count on every appendage on her body. [color=6ecff6]”Let's just do this damn trip. No accidents or whatever,”[/color] – she gave Abigail a pointed look at that – [color=6ecff6]”so we- so [i]I[/i] can get home tonight. Alive.”[/color]

Her eyes flickered to Freya, who had just spoken to her, and proceeded to have a bit of a catastrophe. She leaned over to help her up, but stopped. [color=6ecff6][i]You can't do that. Don't do that.[/i][/color] Instead, she pushed herself up, pretending she just wanted to get a look. Eira kneeled in the middle of the two seats she was occupying, to get a better view of the whole bus. Quite a few people were missing, but they were probably still in the shower.

[color=6ecff6]”The salt? You've got one damn guess,”[/color] Eira said, eyes flickering over to Renard with a disapproving glance. She added 'problematic' to her ever growing list of adjectives. Poor Freya – that did not look particularly pleasant. [color=6ecff6]”To answer your question, I'm great. So, so, very great. But you, fuck, can we all just go ten minutes without some kind of injury? This is ridiculous. You're all ridiculous.”[/color]

Eira hit her fist against the seats in front of her. She felt like she'd be doing that quite a lot this year. It hadn't even been a month, but she could tell her class was, unequivocally, a bunch of dumbasses. Eira heard the faint echo of a voice in her mind (her brother's, for sure), calling her a hypocrite, but she ignored it. She hit the seat again, a little softer, and sighed. At least they had a healing quirk, for some kind of damage control. She didn't even know if Phoebe was going to use it, but at the very least, it was there. Just in case.