[center][b][h1][color=Silver]Oriana Taplin[/color][/h1][/b][hr]
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[b][color=Silver]Location:[/color][/b] Ashford Institute.
[color=Silver][b]Interacting/Mention:[/b][/color] Cassandra. [@KatKook]
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The last few days have not been anything to shout about for Oriana, she had mostly kept to herself and observed. There had been some interesting moments, only for it to disappoint and fizzle out. She took advantage of the weekend of to look and around and gather as much of the surroundings as possible before all the boring lessons where to come. Why on earth did she promise to give this place a chance.

The evenings back in her room were quiet enough to get away from the weird ass things that seem to be happening, less and less she noticed people talking about the mess of Friday. It was like the drunken idiots had forgotten all about it. Still she had got some information, she was just careful not to be speaking about it from potential prying eyes. Still she saw Ronnie mostly still looking up demons and studying, Oriana would still need to see it to believe it though. 

The lessons themselves where pretty much what she expected them to be, boring but necessary. Monday was just that a typical Monday, Tuesday someone filled a class with helium, Majority of the students seemed to blame some blonde girl. If she found out who was truly responsible for making herself sound like a chipmunk was going to get a neck wringing. But all that had brought Ori to this day. Again it seemed pretty mundane, it sucked she missed out on the danger room as just the sound of it excited her and she was at least curious about that place. But at the same time maybe it was the safer option considering the potential she was capable of.

For now, as it is break time between lessons, Oriana was texting her brother. Leaning against the wall round the back of the main building, the texting war was mostly about what had her make a promise to come to such an institute, that things didn’t really impress her enough so far to stay. But her brother always had a knack for getting in the last word, plus he had helped her in so many ways to. Her concentration was taken of the screen though as she backs out the messages and locked up the screen, looking up the day seemed perfectly fine. So why could she sense a strong wind…. Like a tornado? Oriana had since stood upright and backed away from the building a little to look at the structure.

A moment later and a chair smashed out of a class room window and crashed into the ground near to Oriana, she had side stepped it a little just in case as she looked at the remained of the trashed piece of furniture. To say the teen was pissed off would be an understatement as she looked back up from where it originated from, a low growl sounding of in her throat as she suddenly stormed off towards the nearest door. [color=Silver]“Out of my way!”[/color] Oriana demanded as she shouted at some students blocking the door, she didn’t need to ask them twice. Oriana made her way through the building, running upstairs to the correct floor, shoving her way past other students on her way to the correct floor, coming round the corner it did not take her long to figure out where this particular disturbance originated from. 

Oriana was just in time to witness some girl she did not recognise appearing to be laughing to herself and putting her hood up, no doubt the culprit, and one she would have missed if she got here a few moment later, no one seemed to notice she was responsible and Oriana could only tip her head to the side a little as she sighed. Still her features showed she was not a happy chick as she shook her head and walked towards the unknown girl. As they began walking past one another Oriana took a firm grip on the woman’s arm enough to spin her round to face her. [color=Silver]“What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing?!”[/color] 

Oriana took a moment to look over at the classroom before turning back again to the girl in her grasp, she could probably pull herself out of Oriana’s hold, not that she really cared about that. [color=Silver]“Really…. A fucking classroom?”[/color] [/center]