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[color=D5A5B1][b]INTERACTING WITH[/b][/color] — [color=#DCDCDC]Lorelei Cardoso [@Horangi]; 
Mentions Jeim Seu Yang [@WindsOfFate][/color]
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[indent][indent][indent][color=DCDCDC]Tyler Andrews had been a morning person for as long as she could remember. While a good majority of her peers partied all night, got drunk, and flopped into bed (whether it be their own or someone else's) at around four in the morning, Ty was usually in bed before eleven, and spent her mornings getting in an early workout session before class. The morning that marked the beginning of the "Rushening" was no different; she'd hopped out of bed at around six o'clock and, after taking about an hour to get herself together, headed straight for the weight room for strength conditioning. With music from her favorite playlist blasting through her headphones at nearly max volume, she spent a little over an hour and a half going through her usual morning gym routine. It wasn't until after Ty had finished her workout that she finally looked at her phone, and her eyebrows instantly raised in surprise at the number of notifications she'd received while she was busy.

[color=D5A5B1]"The fuck are you guys even talking about..."[/color] the young woman muttered under her breath as she opened up a message in the school group chat. [color=D5A5B1]"[i]Bulletin board? What?[/i]"[/color] It was shortly after then that another notification caught Tyler's eye; someone had DM'ed her a photo on Instagram, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes when she finally saw the bulletin board that had everyone all up in arms. [color=D5A5B1]"Ms. Fortune strikes again,"[/color] Ty read with mock enthusiasm as she zoomed in on her own picture. [color=D5A5B1]"God, she could've at least had the decency to use a cute picture of me... [i]the VIP?[/i]"[/color] 

Although Tyler had been a student at OIC for almost three semesters now, she didn't know a whole lot about this "Ms. Fortune" person besides the fact that she obviously had a lot of free time on her hands. She simply wasn't the type to feed into gossip, and didn't really pay any attention to whatever [i]tea[/i] had been spilled the year before. However, the young woman couldn't help but feel a little irritated at the fact that Ms. Fortune had chosen her as one of her victims for the year; After all, today did mark the first day of the Rushening, and Tyler didn't want [i]anything[/i] to interfere with her chances of becoming a member of Alpha Phi Nu. A message in the group chat from Jeim [i]did[/i] help calm her down a bit, though. [color=D5A5B1]"Most of what they post is just hearsay,"[/color] she repeated aloud as she gathered her things and walked out of the first floor gym, [color=D5A5B1]"Nothing to it... no one cares."[/color] At least, she hoped no one would care. 

Shortly after Tyler finished showering and getting herself ready for the rest of the day, the young woman left her dorm and began making her way towards the Quad. She couldn't help but notice a few people staring her way as she strolled down the sidewalk, and though she would've liked for them to be looking at her because of the banging ass outfit she'd thrown on, it was undoubtedly because of her face being plastered on those damn bulletins. Tyler mentally scolded herself for not running and tearing down her pictures when she had the chance, but then figured that it probably wouldn't have made that big of a difference anyway. The damage had already been done. So, as if she were completely unbothered, Ty simply shot anyone who looked her way a sickening grin. [color=D5A5B1][i]"You see something you like?"[/i][/color] she found herself saying to quite a few people on her way to the quad. [color=D5A5B1]"Staring a hole in my fucking face like I won't beat you up in front of ya lil friends..."[/color] 

And once she finally did make it to the bulletin board to see everything for herself, the first thing Tyler did after taking a moment to see who else had been deemed an "Elite" was send a text message to one of her closest friends. [color=D5A5B1]"Lora, girl..."[/color] Ty spoke aloud as she furiously typed, the irritation in her voice growing the more she noticed people glancing her way. [color=D5A5B1]"Or should I say... [i]Angel?[/i] Have you seen this bulletin board BS yet? This Ms. Fortune broad better hope I don't catch her out in the streets, cause once I find out who she is I'm gonna throat punch her."[/color]
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