She probably looked like some drunk that just happened to wander across campus, in fact, Rie would say that she would have preferred it to be this way, as people tend to ignore you if that was the case. She could easily hear the whispers from the girl's who knew her, the underclassmen who were told to steer clear of her, told that she was trouble. It wasn't as if she cared, it was better to have people who could endure her worse moments, than ones who would shrug them off. Her Lilac colored hair was disheveled as she laid her neck back against the wall she was leaning on, her blue eyes peered lazily across the hallway, where was she again?. She hadn't known, four years at this school and she still had a tendency to get lost every now and then, all she knew is that she had a serious hangover, something that Japanese girls weren't too particularly keen on, at least most of them. She found the girls around to be too dainty, too straight edge, too pleasing. It was annoying since they expected her to be the same, and she never was. The thing about these little tight knits close groups, was that it was hard getting anyone to associate with you if they thought of you a certain way, and considering the fact that most fourth year girls were revered by these tight knit groups, made it so she was ironically infamous around school grounds, and that was pretty much without even trying. She balanced herself off the wall, stretching and moving her neck left and right, morning was never a good time for her to be awake, and she could fondly remember the times she had dozed off during a lesson or two, at the expense of her behavioral record. Not that it mattered this year, she figured this being her last year there would be no reason for teachers to be too alarmed to her sleeping habits, after all she survived four years, well maybe by a sliver of hair, nonetheless she was able to make it...some how.
New students looked at her with some sort of bewilderment, and maybe a few admiring looks, it was hard not to be slightly attracted to the girl, she had a robust figure, more than most girls younger than her, and some even older than her could account for. She was plump right where she needed to be, and she thought of herself as cute enough from the dark strands of violet hair framing her face and running across her shoulders, to the way her azure colored eyes gave her a significant presence to people, half the time it gave her a bored or uninterested expression. If a Freshman, was just getting to know her without all the rumors circulating maybe they'd think she was on some scale of popularity because of her looks. They'd be...somewhat mistaken, but that image would probably be sullied once those rumors passed by eager ears. It was alright, she was used to it, and honestly, she couldn't have cared less what others thought of her. She twisted a piece of her hair between her fingers while walking down the hallways past other students, she figured a familiar face like Nana would be stationed at the Gates of the Academy. See unlike Rie, Nana had all the girls in the Academy fawning over her as if she were an idol, and in a way she was. You couldn't walk down the hallway without hearing some girl talk about how they look up to Nana as a role model, and would want to be like her once their time had come. She would argue that there could only be one Nana, the others would need to craft their own unique personalities. Rie guessed what amused her most about this girl was the nicknames she had accumulated, her favorite being that of Sempai. She almost broke out in laughter the first time she heard a girl call Nana that, not to mean any disrespect, it just felt strange to her, though at that time they were hardly friends just mere acquaintances, even now she wasn't entirely sure what Nana and her had as far as a relationship, but she knew they were at least able to carry a decent conversation with one another. She finally made it to the Gates, walking past students new and old. It probably wasn't the best way to greet Nana, as she was someone who was a little less keen on surprises or affection as she would call it. Her arm swung over to her other shoulder as she had Nana closer to her in a friendly manner.
"Well Nana, another year, and more freshman, figures I would find you here. Are students still calling you Sempai after all this time?"
She smirked politely at the girl, awaiting a response.