[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] Cafeteria
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills: [/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=ff48a5]Costume: [/color][/b] Avenger's Academy Student.
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	Oh god it felt like Mary Sue hadn't so much had thought about anything other than her team's performance. She'd done writeup after write up, critical analysis after critical analysis. She hated the feeling of not knowing whether or not she'd been good enough more than anything, and the stomach-turningly upsetting thing was that there was nothing in the world she could really do to know besides wait. It was a poison to her soul, and resulted in her neglecting to put [i]any[/i] thought into a proper Halloween costume. That, paired with the fact that she never even [i]been[/i] to a dance before left her unbearably nervous and socially anxious.

	That left her costumeless and questioning why she even [i]wanted[/i] to go the Monster Mash. The answer being, of course, that this, of all places, was where the results would be announced. She [i]wished[/i] she could go as the invisible woman, so she didn't need to deal with the constant voices in her head saying that people would be judging her for showing up in her standard uniform and standing standoffishly in the corner of the cafeteria, punch in hand, and trying desperately to figure out the least intrusive way to get time to pass. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd get to see Andy or Percy tonight, but [i]everything[/i] in her was so nervous and anxious that she wasn't even sure that would make her feel good.