[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] The Carnival: Trivia Booth
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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[i]Crash[/i]
	That was how this school year would start, it seemed, with a bicycle slamming into the body of a young Mary Sue Sullivan, and throwing her to the ground. As she skidded against the pavement, her arm caught against the rough surface and split open, leaving a small bloodstain dripping through and darkening her new clothes. Taking a moment, she tried her best to stay calm, not wanting to have the ltieral first thing she did away from home be freak out and make a fool of herself. The pain [i]sucked[/i], a light soreness creeping through her body, but it was nothing compared to the fact that she was now doomed to make a horrible first impression with people.

	Standing up and taking the proper time to brush herself off, she let out a long breath. If she were to actually stay and focus onn it, the nervous shakes that were running through her body would grow into a full blown panic attack, and she had to force her mind away from that. Trivia booth. That was where she was headed towards, and that was what would help her in this moment. She needed, more than anything to prove she could do something right. It would be [i]fun[/i], and hey, maybe she'd actually meet some people with the same interests as her? That would be nice, up until they saw the mess that she was and decided to hate her.

	Alright, that was probably a stretch. These were supposed to be [i]heroes[/i], not buillies. Surely a school full of altruists and law keepers were bound to be sympathetic towards somebody having a bad day. That was at least what she hoped. Fixing herself as best she could, she found her way to the trivia booth, and a lightly dishelved and beaten up Mary Sue would soon be standing not far from Zelda, just in time to hear the worker's comments. Overeager and already stretched thin, Mary Sue shot her hand up, ready to have a go if Zelda wasn't up for it.