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[color=fff79a][b]Name:[/b][/color] June Dubois
[color=fff79a][b]Gender / Preferred Pronouns:[/b][/color] Female, She/Her
[color=fff79a][b]Age:[/b][/color]21
[color=fff79a][b]Year and Degree Program:[/b][/color] Sophomore, Biology
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[color=fff79a]Time:[/color] 4:55 PM, Monday
[color=fff79a]Location:[/color] Campus Commons; Welcome Banquet
[color=fff79a]Interactions:[/color] Anyone nearby[/center]

	Summer was an interesting time for June. 

	On one hand, it was when she was free. No more rules, no one feeling sorry for her, no one knows she's a Star. She could do whatever she wanted. This year, she even got to drink alcohol for the first time since she was allowed too. That was fun.

	On the other, she could do whatever she wanted. That kind of freedom was paralyzing. Too many things to do, why even bother? There was no one looking out for her. She could make a mistake. But people like her- the black stars- the..."corrupted" Stars. Her type were kept under closer watch than most. So she was sure that people could come out of the woodwork and put a bag over her head if she went loony. 

	June didn't want to go loony. But people looked at her weird. Tank tops are comfortable but if she wears them people can see some of her chest which means they can see some of her black star. It's very black. June didn't like that. She wished it was white, but it never did. It just stayed black, like a tattoo. Ink. Jet black on her bright white skin, it was matte, absorbed the light like a black hole. That was why today she was covering it up entirely with a t-shirt. She just wanted to have fun. 

	So that's what she was trying to do. The above thoughts had plagued her for a while but now she was staring excitedly at the new students, wondering if any of them would be her friend. The way she acted could be seen as...unbecoming, of a woman who had fully entered adulthood. June grinned brightly, sitting on a wooden table, watching the students pass by with her wide eyes.

	[color=fff79a]"Hello! Bonjour! Hola!"[/color] She called out, waving rapidly. June was wearing a dull yellow t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Her black hair was tied up into a ponytail, her bangs falling hap-hazardly into her face. Tucked behind her left ear there was a rose, fresh and beautiful like it was plucked straight off the vine only minutes ago. June wasn't on the welcome committee but she was in spirit. The problem was that the Welcome Leaders were all well informed and sociable, and figures of reliable, relatable semi-authority. June was definitely not those things. She had caused problems in the past when it came to interacting with new students...but fortunately for everyone she had somewhat mellowed as she grew very slightly older. 

	June spotted Phoenix briefly and giggled. He was outrageously orange. Eveything from his hair to the Welcome Leader shirt. It made her eyes hurt just looking at it. A phoenix was a big, flaming bird. That's what Phoenix looked like right now. He couldn't hide anywhere. He stuck out like a pylon in headlights.

	[color=fff79a]"Hello! Do you know the way? I can show you around?"[/color] June tried to catch the attention of a nearby student. She was off-puttingly welcome, and not wearing the uniform of a welcome leader. When she spoke, she spoke quickly, with a very slight accent denoting her homeland of France. Some of the people walking nearby were practically children but June didn't mind- even if they almost certainly did. No bright orange shirt, no tacky nametag, just a red rose and a big-toothed grin with impossibly white teeth that seemed to catch the afternoon sun.