[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 Gym- Training Room A
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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	If there was one thing Mary Sue was absolutely sure of today, it was that she would be dressed impeccably. School uniforms were [i]so[/i] her thing, it was a set of defined clothes that had to be worn in a certain way. Essentially, she say it as a way to never be wrong about her dress, and never have to think about it at the same time. Truly, it was a perfectionist's dream. All other things though? She was deeply uncertain of after the massive fuck up that was her audition. She was left with the idea that she had no idea about the true nature of her abilities, and that made life at a school where she was meant to hone them [i]terrifying[/i]. 

	Purple as a good color on her, and given the season, she was wearing the skirt, plain white top and tie. Hurrying into the training room, Mary Sue could see that she was the last of her team to arrive, something that left her face a bit red. "[color=ff48a5]Hopefully, I'm not late.[/color]" She said hurriedly, as she joined the amassing group of students. She didn't know how much other people may have heard of how her audition has gone, but, maybe, [i]maybe[/i], that didn't matter anymore? They were all here, of course, so they could be, possibly, all about equal. That was at least a comforting truth to soak herself in. She gave a brief wave to April, wondering if she recognized her at all, their parents used to work together, right?