[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2HRzIyyXvU&ab_channel=KingKrule]You ask me what her name was called But I found it hard to write[/url][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ksLEedS.png[/img][/center][right]3:30AM[/right] [hr] Jiri's eyes shot open as she woke with a gasp. She pushed herself up into a seated position, using her arms as support behind her. The Czech girl's eyes darted around the room and momentary panic set in as she didn't recognise her surroundings. She breathed deeply, calming herself. She remembered where she was, Titan Tower. She'd never seen anything like it before and she sure as hell never expected her to live in a place like this. She drew her legs up to her chest and hugged them close to her, pressing her lips against her knees and staring into the darkness. That horrid nightmare had plagued her less and less since moving to the U.S. but it definitely seemed to rear it's ugly head any time something good happened to her. It was like no matter what she did she couldn't escape her father. She touched the long scar that tore its way across the left side of her face with one hand and threw her bedsheets off herself as she slid her feet onto the floor. Jiri moved into the small, en suite toilet in her room, flicking the light switch on her way in and turning on the sink. She splashed water on her face and rubbed her eyes, it was always hard to sleep after that dream. Jiri caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror and her eyes were immediately drawn to the scar. Her lip quivered for a split second before she pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. The time for weakness was over, it was time to be strong. She didn't like looking in the mirror. Identity was a strange topic for Jiri. The people she'd met so far seemed so different from anyone she'd met before, and not just because one of them was primarily slime and another was supposedly the prince of the sea. She felt one dimensional around them, like she had to impress them, but without showing it. She returned to her bed, grabbing her mothers ribbon from the desk in her room and holding it in her hand before grabbing her phone and pulling it up to her face. She'd be awake for another hour at the very least, she might as well watch something while she waited for her body to tire out. On nights like this there was only one thing on her watch list, something she'd never expect herself to admit to her new colleagues at the academy. The Great British Bake Off. [hr] Jiri's morning was spent a bit differently than usual. She'd usually get up and do some exercise, and then head to the gym to do some bag work. She'd gotten to sleep a little later than she'd expected and thought she deserved a lie in as a result. She scrolled on her phone seemingly endlessly while wrapped in a coccoon of blankets. Her eyes glanced up at the clock. It was well passed time to get up. She groaned, crawling out of bed and heading for a quick shower before getting dressed and heading out. She tied her hair with the red ribbon as she approached the group surrounding the flash. She overheard Kijani mentioning the mall and watched as she stepped through the Boom Tube. She'd only been through one of these once before, and it was only as a demonstration so the students would be prepared for the nausea that followed. Jiri's eyes scanned the other students listening to the speedster. A few she didn't recognise but there were two she definitely did. Dragonson and Chemaxzord. She'd interacted with the two of them a few times, but she'd honestly been trying to avoid them since their first meet. She felt bad being that people often had the same problem with her, but she honestly found it hard to understand them sometimes, and for very different reasons. They were almost like polar opposites in the way they spoke. Chemaxzord spoke in necessities, it was like only the important words mattered to him....her....them....it? She'd need to clarify that with another student, she wasn't quite sure what the green ooze was, but she definitely didn't want to get on their bad side. Dragonson was entirely different. To Jiri he might have well of been reciting the entire script to Richard III in perfect shakespearian every time he opened his mouth. It was lovely to listen to, but the flowery words of a Royal were lost on Jiri if they were spoke in English. She awkwardly looked at the two, struggling to think of what to say. "Hey so I'm just gonna..." She glanced over at the boom tube and tried to subtly point at it. "I think I'll just follow Kijani." An awkward last glance announced her departure as she stepped into the portal. An immediate feeling of sickness washed over Jiri. She didn't eat breakfast before stepping through. This was her first mistake and one she'd immediately regret. Kijani was just ahead of her, she rubbed her eyes and breathed deeply, jogging to catch up with her. "Hi!" She spoke as she caught up to her, matching her pace as they walked. "Sorry I didn't actually catch why we were here, I'm guessing it's not to check out the summer collection?" She joked, gesturing to a clothing shop that they walked by.