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Ishin Academy, April 7th
"Interacting With"::[/b] Nil[/color][hr]
Breathe in and breathe out - that's the only activity Adrianne spent doing for the most of her time riding on the bullet train... other than sizing up the others in this train and constantly thinking about the text messages she received from her family. She was tenser than ever, with that attitude only exemplified by one of her legs shifting back and forth.

She unblinkingly stared out the window, her scowling visage resting on her propped up arm; furrowing her brows, Adrianne breathed deeply through her nose before breathing out the same passage. Watching the scenery swiftly pass on by, the girl thought about the final message as she stepped off that plane, alone. Temporary reservations were made early on for her to stay at a hotel. Adrianne knew what her parents hoped the girl would do for the past few days.

Their efforts were no different than what she thought of it all - a waste of time. She was here for many reasons, and screwing around wasn't on her agenda. That scowl intensified as she closed her eyes and let out a short sigh, sitting and meditating to herself before opening her eyes again to focus the scenery swiftly fly on by.

It was just as fleeting as her interest as the girl rolled her head to look the other way, finding herself glaring at the empty seats across the aisle... in fact there weren't a whole lot of others surrounding the other seats other than her baggage. It was like she was cursed being; it didn't help that Adrianne could hear the rather noisy whispering of what she presumed were Japanese students heading to Ishin.

[color=9370DB]"Tch,"[/color] she peered back over the seat, resting her arm on the head of it, glaring backward at the perpetrators. They didn't exactly catch her doing this until thirty seconds later, but one of them immediately shut up, cuing the other to take a glimpse at what their friend was staring at.

Her visage was stoic and stony, hardened just as much as her muscles that were semi-visible through the sleeves. Adrianne's face as she glared at them was all it took to shut those two up.

That former scowl harbored from earlier had dissipated, turning into a nearly unnoticeable frown. Her piercing, vibrant red eyes were focused directly on the duo, silently judging and stabbing them with a high level of contempt. There was a sharp chill that lingered in the air around her, much like how Sapporo was this season, her sharp, cold eyes slowly moving between the others conversing, only to watch as they became unnaturally silent before breaking into whispers.

A few thoughts were going through her head, such as a passing judgment upon the supposed other students of Ishin, sizing up her competition, as well as silently pondering to herself over what they were all discussing. Was it the news, daily life, or how their dreams were? Adrianne was certain she heard something about a nightmare performing some strange deed. Or maybe they were talking about that hero?

Eh, whatever, there were more important things to worry about right now, especially since they were nearing their destination.

As the bullet train came to a halt, Adrianne took few passing glimpses as she slowly rose to her feet. Tightly grasping the handle of the large suitcase, she instantaneously hauled it behind as if it was nothing more than a lightweight ragdoll. She had to do everything she could to prepare for this, even doing minor "workouts" such as these on the way to her new school.

She was alone, stepping out into the aisle and deftly striding out the front door, appearing as if there was a chip on her shoulder. The horned girl didn't even hear the conversation start up again, loud and cacophonous is ever. Not like she would ever care as she alternated the arm she carried her luggage in, wordlessly recalling and making her way down the streets.

The streets were no different than the train - those on it kept their distance and whispered to themselves, though she did swore that she heard something about "that horned girl." That certainly caused her to raise an eyebrow and glower in the direction she heard that in. Outside of that little comment and her nasty glare, this whole trip to the school was uneventful, if not a bit nippy. Regardless, she had the layout somewhat memorize to a tee, barely making a single mistake as she trudged, closer and closer to the academy.

Eventually, after some time, she arrived, alternating her grasp on the suitcase to her left hand. While she would of normally been punctual, she was intuitive, curious, judgemental. Standing before the enormous school with a hand on her hip, she stared upwards at the colossal building, before briefly eyeing the other competition. She wasn't going to linger around much, but she did sift through the crowds that had gathered about the vicinity, mentally separating the mites from the apex predators, the bottom-feeders and the sharks, any possible first-rate students who were a threat and the third-rates who would most likely quit.

Adrianne remained still as a statue for a couple of more seconds, radiating an aura of displeasure before shaking her head and furrowing her brows, scoffing as she took a couple of steps forward. What were some of these people doing, messing around and slacking off on the lawn? Did these imbeciles not know how to use their quirks responsibly or did they think they were in some kind of fantasy?

Tch, these friggin' people.

She bared her teeth, frowning largely in displeasure over some of the students who got in, brows furrowing to the point that if she tried to crease her brows further, they just might tear off from the sheer force.

Not looking to meander about, Adrianne trudged out of the courtyard, her face contorted with sheer disgust and frustration. She could just break the grip of her suitcase just by tightening her own hand even further, yet she displayed some restraint. This was ridiculous. Why were they so relaxed? Breeze through the interview due to nepotism? Getting in by recommendation? Or was it because they were Japanese?!

Did these bastards get free passes for any of these reasons?!

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No, no, stop. Don't get pissed Adrianne, calm your tits. This is your first day. Ishin will see them for who they are and they'll be gone within the week, hell maybe even a month in the worst case scenario. Breath in and out, through your nose. This is fine, you'll be fine, you'll kick their collective asses out of the park.

Just breathe in and out.

Adrianne just took in a deep, deep breath as she passed by other students, seldom acknowledging their existence as she purged that unbearable thought from her mind. Opening her eyes, she analyzed the crowds of students and glanced to the right... only for some students to back away the moment she eyed them. She did it to the other side, with the same results happening. Good to know she became Moses at this point on, good grief.

Rolling her eyes, she instead turned her visage and looked down the hallway, noting a few students that were being ushered into a specific hall. From the last time she reviewed how this whole presentation was going to go out, this hall was supposed to be for first years.

Filing in with the crowd, there was a temporary contortion of her face, a bit of a mixed bag of emotions over what she was feeling. On one hand, this auditorium wasn't filled with a whole lot of students, which probably meant that most of them were serious. There weren't a whole lot of chatty dips, so that was a plus for her. Regardless, she just settled back to her usual visage as she strode up to the front and quickly found a seat that was far away from some of these more chatty individual.

Observing the area, she noted about how most of the seats upfront weren't filled, thank god. For a moment, she cracked a smirk. Good, it looked like there weren't many third-rate imbeciles here right now, especially up front. With a huff, she strode down the aisle and sat at the very front of the auditorium before plopping her suitcase down into a seat beside her. Crossing her arms, she sighed and closed her eyes.

This whole initiation ceremony could [i]not[/i] be any slower.