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[color=f7976a][h3]~Meredith Hillard~[/h3][/color]

[color=DarkSlateGray][b][u]“I don’t suppose you know who just tripped me do you?“ [/u][/b][/color]

Kek. Tripping success! Kind of. She forgot to recall the tendril. Which means he probably knew where her hiding spot was. Well, she'd just have to find a new hiding spot! Easily done! Distraction time! Distraction...distraction what would be a good distraction? Something towards the front of the room...she'd have to be fast or she'd be seen, too...the cabinets would be a good hiding spot. She'd just get rid of most of her bones...easily done. She'd just need to get to them without being seen...

Hrm...what would be a good distraction that would cause a lot of noise? Playing something on her computer might work well...heh, idea! A small tendril worked its way quickly across the ground to her desk, a set of fingers and a single eye formed, working quickly as it opened the media player. ooh! Even more brilliant idea! Change the pigmentation of the color of the tendril to match that of the floor! Hah, why didn't she think of that earlier? Thank you for the idea, chameleon brethren! Now...Lets see...sound files...where was that compilation of animal mating calls? Somewhere...ah! Here they are! Kekekeke...

rubbing two hands together in a sinister fashion, she turned up the volume as loud as it would go, and hit the play button.

Soon, a loud mating call of a giraffe blasted out of the computer, followed next by a hippo, several birds, and a variety of other animals. She only had a few seconds, so she immediately recalled the tendril to herself, making a quick exit from her hiding spot while everyone was distracted and inevitably focused on the computer and its sudden turn on.

She leaped over the clutter in the back of her room, landing right next to the cabinets. Swiftly, she opened one of the doors, and forced herself inside, quickly and quietly shutting the door behind her. It was a bit...cramped, but hey, bones are for losers! So glad she cleared out this cabinet earlier...

Yes, this plan was perfect. Perfect hiding spot. All she had to do was wait!~

[h3][color=004b80]~Ziska Seighild~[/color][/h3]

Ziska was completely dumbfounded. There were very few times when her brain refused to process something, and it seemed this was one of those rare moments. For a moment, she had wondered if she was dreaming, maybe had actually fallen asleep sometime. She quickly ruled the idea out...if this was one of her dreams this would have already taken quite a dark turn. Still, the absurdity of this scene to her was quite difficult to process. Almost reminded her of her first day here in Miss Hillards class.

It was already absurd enough - the girl had walked into their room without even so much as a piece of clothing. Only a wet book to cover herself with. She said something about a hair dryer - was it that she was looking for one? Did she not have one in her room? But why in the name of all that was holy would she even consider walking down the hall without clothing on?

To top it off, she approached Anastasia, and promptly sat on her lap. Something was going on, but she couldn't tell what. There was silence for a few moments as the girl just sat there. Ziska was still unable to bring her mind to be able to do anything other than just grind its gears and try to get moving again. However, when the girl started crying, sobbing right into Anastasia's shoulder. Ziska, was again, at a loss for words.

However, she finally got herself into proper gear soon enough. First, she needed something the girl could wear. Probably nothing of hers considering...uhm...well, military uniforms was all her wardrobe consisted of. So, she headed into the dorm's restroom and picked up a towel for the girl. Quickly, she walked back over to Anastasia and Emily, and threw the towel over the girls shoulders.

[color=004b80]"I have no idea what just happened here,"[/color] She started, her voice still as serious as it always was despite her current confusion, and situation they were in. [color=004b80]"But crying won't solve anything."[/color] She said giving Emily a soft pull on Emily, urging her to stand up. [color=004b80]"Now now, enough crying. Get up and cover yourself before someone walks in here and gets a terribly wrong idea."[/color]

[h3][color=00aeef]~Alexis Sinclair~[/color][/h3]

[color=ed1c24]"Alexis, you might not be that big in size, but you obviously make that up with your guts!"[/color]

Alexis blinked, somewhat confused. Was mishka complimenting her? Well...that was actually a first. Not the complimenting thing. The antagonizing and then complimenting thing. Just what? Said confusing was short lived though, her aggressive glare returning within moments.

[color=ed1c24]"I know it might not mean much to you, but I would like to offer my appologies for my insult earlier, aswel as for those alarm clocks. It was uncalled for."[/color]

Apologizin' ain't gonna work, dumbass. She was still pissed.

[color=ed1c24]"Ooh but before you decide to punch me in the face, do remind yourself that in our ensueing brawl there might be some...Collateral damage."[/color]

This.

Bitch.

She just didn't know when to quit.

[color=00aeef]"You touch my laptop, I blast yours into dust."[/color] She growled. She would like to really, really, really, really, beat this chicks face in so hard, but she had a point. She didn't want to damage her laptop. That was practically her whole life right there. Well, from the time she got out of...that place to now. [color=00aeef]"But fine, I'll drop this for now, But next time,"[/color] She hissed. [color=00aeef]"I'll blast you through that wall if you so much as look at me funny. Got that?"[/color]

With that, she was done. She wanted to get out of here, and getting out of here she would. She wondered if Graham was up too...Without another word to Mishka, she left the dorm, slamming the door rather loudly behind her. She needed to let off some steam. She wondered if there was some sort of fighting class or something she could take? Really, as long as she could punch something she'd feel [i]much[/i] better. This was a superhero school, so there should be.

speaking of super heroes...the hell was she even doing here? She didn't even want to be one of those stuck-up supers who went around just doing things because it made them popular. Not like they ever actually helped anyone.

...she needed to punch something. Really badly. Maybe Grahams face would do.

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