[color=gray]A school to train petty criminals in the art of assassination – it sounds just like a movie. Albeit a very, very bad movie. However, this presented an opportunity to Blue Beake – a girl of the tender age of seventeen who had been bestowed with a very unfortunate name. Gone was her life having to be burdened with “hardened” gang members – gone was her life of tentative friendships under the guise of “family” – gone was her life of constantly being on guard just in case a coke head decided that he wanted it all to himself – gone was a mediocre life. Now, now Blue could live a life she deserved. A life where you can earn the real dough and with the bonus of the extra violence – that’s the life Blue wanted to live. Not one where she had to depend on others, but one where she can flourish under independency and yes, the taking of others’ orders – but, [i]independency[/i] nonetheless. Blue had high hopes, her heart felt light for once, and her mind cleared – perhaps she has found her nirvana. And this beautiful, serenity that she felt inside her was completely obliterated in the first five minutes.

[color=8882be]“Kill me now.”[/color] Blue muttered, hanging her head back as she heard one dumb thing said after another. Who cares? Blue didn’t care what her name was, why [i]she[/i] was the one talking to them, or why that snotty girl was a bitch. She just wanted to eat, sleep, and possibly establish her dominance amongst the others. Matter of fact, she was so done with this shit that she didn’t care about the rest of the conversation, or the fat joke that she overheard which would, under normal circumstances, cause her blood to boil. She was just done.

Life only seemed to worsen for the girl when she arrived to her dorm room. A dorm room which had been inconveniently placed far from every exit. Blue glared at the door with the number on it, glared at it for a good solid minute, before she sighed, [color=8882be]“Well, this won’t do.”[/color]

[color=f6989d]“Wow, these dorms are so nice!”[/color] 

Blue glanced down the hallway to see an unimportant and uninteresting girl gawking inside her dorm…which just happened to be very close to an exit. Blue smiled, a genuine smile that stretched her cheeks as she sauntered down the hallway and towards this majestic angel.

[color=8882be]“Hey.”[/color] Blue smirked, leaning against the wall and stared at the girl.

[color=f6989d]“Oh, hi! I’m Chelsea, and you…?”[/color] The girl smiled and Blue wondered distantly how someone so [i]chipper[/i] could be at an academy for assassination. 

[color=8882be]“Yeah, sure, that’s nice.”[/color] Blue hummed, standing up straight and peeking into the dorm room. [color=8882be]“So, check this out, this bitchin’ room? Mine now. Yours is down there.”[/color] Blue jabbed her thumb to the back and Chelsea stepped back in confusion.

[color=f6989d]“Um, what?”[/color] The ex-murder grabbed Chelsea roughly by the shoulder and pulled her away from the door. [color=f6989d]“Wait, no, you can’t! That’s mine –!”[/color]

[color=8882be]“Hm, no it’s not. Now scram, Cherry –.”[/color]

[color=f6989d]“Chelsea.”[/color]

[color=8882be]“Whatever. Scram before your pretty little head becomes my paper weight.”[/color] Blue leaned forward, their faces inches from each other, and she scraped her thumb across her neck in the universal sign of “you’re dead.”

Chelsea didn’t seem to like Blue’s idea and she grabbed the girl’s shirt in attempt to intimidate her. Blue immediately brought up a forearm, pressing it against Chelsea’s neck and pushed her into the wall. [color=8882be]“Sweetheart, I will say this only once more – [i]scuh-raym.[/i]"[/color]

Blue released her and the weakling who probably won’t last the night took off. Chuckling to herself, Blue entered the room cheerfully and kicked the door closed. 

[color=8882be][color=8882be]“Now, time to feel at home!”[/color][/color]

Blue then proceeded to set out with some trip wire and ingenuity to kindly ward off intruders with a couple of traps and alerts.[/color]