[hr][CENTER][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1070187379547176990/1079867956093263933/Makenna_Banner.png[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University,[/I] - [I]Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]The Homecoming Trials #1.78:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Don't Look Any Further[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I][/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/right][/SUP] [INDENT] It wasn’t Carson messaging her at all. That sent Makenna pacing for a few moments, rapidly slapping her phone against her palm in frustration before eventually making it back to her pitched tent. Inside, she fell backwards onto the mattress again and raised the device to read the two words a few dozen more times. [i]Behaving yourself? - Unknown Number[/i] A few dozen more waves of nausea hit. Each lesser at least, there was a chance she’d even have an appetite for dinner. Makenna didn’t need to know the number to know the sender. Detective Haynes of the Hartford police department wasn’t meant to have contact with Makenna beyond her initial arrest and interrogation. Not that it has stopped him, even before the promotion from regular beat cop. She deleted the message from her phone and her mind. The man had never been more than a nuisance, and for as long as she was at PRCU, she was untouchable. Makenna focused her attention to the contacts list. Three rings before Carson’s infuriatingly cheerful voicemail greeted her. She sighed and tossed the phone to the bed. It’d commanded enough of her attention on what should have been a full first day making connections. [hr] Makenna exited the tent to find the group already convening around a started fire and, infuriatingly, Calliope. [colour=BC8F8F]”Oh thanks,”[/colour] She replied with forced friendliness as she was directed to the kebabs, took none, and sat herself down in an empty spot. One by one, the others in the circle introduced themselves. A redundant process, but she guessed the others were taking the ‘blank slate’ bussness seriously. Makenna [i]tried[/i] to listen to each with an open mind, or at least told herself so. In reality, it was rare for her to go back on her snap judgments of people, not when she found herself so often proven right. Trevor seemed a safe act to follow - if at least to save everyone from any further limb puns. [colour=BC8F8F]“Makenna,[/colour] She began her introduction, shining smile at the ready as it came her turn. [colour=BC8F8F]“Full merit scholarship Yale undergrad, treasurer of the Yale Daily News, and recipient of the Goldfarb Community Service award.”[/colour] She paused for a moment, wanting so much it could have ended there. [colour=BC8F8F]“Not that’s what any of you [i]really[/i] wanted to hear about me.”[/colour] She continued, still smiling as she folded her hands together, looking over the group. [colour=BC8F8F]“Four delta esoteric expulsive; vocal projection and mimicry. I can sound like whatever or whoever you want,”[/colour] Her head tilted as she innocently lifted her eyes to the darkening sky above. [colour=BC8F8F]“Or just a real screamer if it’s called for.”[/colour] With a final flash of white teeth, she looked expectantly to her left to continue the chain. [/INDENT][/INDENT] [color=SILVER][SUP][table][row][/row][row][cell][color=#2c2c2c]- -[/color]|◄ [url=First Post URL][COLOR=GRAY][b]FIRST[/b][/COLOR][/url][/cell][cell][color=2c2c2c]-[/color][/cell][cell][color=2c2c2c]-[/color][/cell][cell][color=2c2c2c]-[/color][/cell][cell][center]◄ [url=Previous Post URL][COLOR=GRAY][B]PREV[/B][/COLOR][/url] || [url=Next Post URL][COLOR=GRAY][B]NEXT[/B][/COLOR][/url] ►[color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/center][/cell][cell][color=2c2c2c]-[/color][/cell][cell][INDENT][right][url=Latest Post URL (Edited after a subsequent post is added, can be linked to current post is current is latest)][COLOR=GRAY][B]LATEST[/B][/COLOR][/url] ►|[/right][/INDENT][/cell][/row][/table][/SUP][/color]