[center][b]Acacia Malikov[/b]
School Grounds [/center]

Had eventually arisen, having heard the voice of a female say her greetings and moving on she slowly raised her head and moved to a tall posture. If anyone had addressed her she hadn’t replied with even the simplest of greetings.

Dull eyes flickering in a partial blink as she peered around with a seemingly uncaring expression and following movements drew her towards the hall. [i]Shoulders back, head raised and chin up[/i], she thought to herself, [i]look like you fit in[/i]. That was harder than it sounded in all her honesty.

Acacia’s eyes had lost the friendly glisten and gained a more threatening appearance as she strode down the campus’s grounds. The path under her feet emitting light patters from each step, the light rain hitting her as she let her arms hang loosely, hands empty though her left sat in the same manner it always had, a holding position as if she still had a leash of sorts, yet there was no visible companion. 

She froze outside the hall, her head turning lightly as she looked around at the few people on the outside making their way in. 

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[center][b]Acacia Malikov[/b]
Grand Hall [/center]

After what seemed like a decent few minutes she took in a deep breath and entered the large doors the room was spotless, her hand was no longer the crimson it had been at the end of last night, she’d cleaned it though left the injury uncovered. 

Spotting hardly anyone near the buffet tables, she moved towards them. Her skin was almost a greyish tint as she stood near the table and simply stared out one of the large windows. Uncaringly ignoring anyone who passed as she fiddled with her fingers, she was the night before seemingly sane, though she now seemed on the more uncertain and/or crazy side. 

If anyone approached her and spoke she’d not turn to look at them she’d simply reply in a blank voice coated in the thick Neo Russian accent that seemed the only thing to give her substance. 

[i]Where is he, I can feel him, but I cannot sense where he is[/i], she thought to herself, watching each drop of rain fall as she raised a hand to pull back to curled locks of fiery ginger tones. [i]I’ll find him when time is free, yes[/i] she smiled partially [i]that is what I’ll do[/i] the smile faded as she returned to the blank almost statuesque appearance.

[i]We’ll be reunited, don’t you worry yourself about that[/i] she continued thinking to herself without saying a word [i]But, what … what could be stopping him from finding me, somethings wrong[/i].