[color=ed1c24][h3]Brooklyn Dodger[/h3][/color]

[i][color=ed1c24]HUT ONE HUT TWO HUT ONE HUT TWO[/color][/i]

Cleaning robot!

[color=ed1c24]"I'm sorry little fel-LAAAAAAAAAA~!"[/color] belted a certain tardy Californian girl as she planted a hand on top of the automated janitorial innovation and leapt, gliding with her legs splayed out over top of the bot and sticking the landing with aplomb. She had better things to do than celebrate, though. Her mom had given her the right address, hadn't she? How come nothing she saw looked like Hybrid Academy? Shouldn't they have put some kind of sign above the campus? L-Like a lightning bolt crossing streams with a magic wand or something?

[i]Right!?[/i] 

Euuugh, why did everything have to happen in a city full of schools? It was like walking back from the bathroom into the wrong class, but on a scale of city blocks! She was going to miss her Scan! She was sure she could make Witch, maybe even Sorceress if she crossed her fingers and pulled some supa hot fire, but...but what if she missed the Scan altogether? She wouldn't be making Witch [i]or[/i] Sorceress, she'd be making [i]fast food![/i] F O R E V E R !

[color=ed1c24][i]No. Nonono I WILL NOT.[/i][/color]

The American import decided to hoof it to the address her mom had given her anyway, only a block away, and hope for the best. Giving her legs a shake apiece and cracking her neck, she started to sprint all the harder towards (what she purported to be) Hybrid Academy so fast that she would have lit the soles of her shoes aflame if she'd had her iPod on quite yet. [color=ed1c24][i]Note to self[/i]

[i]EAT SMALLER BREAKFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTS[/i][/color]

The girl only stopped running to skid to a halt outside the school proper. Where did she go for Magic Scans!? What if she went to the wrong field? She might have to pretend to be an Esper! [color=ed1c24]Forever![/color]

No. No, calm down, Brook. This is a minor setback. This--

Out of her peripheral vision (not that it would have been easy to miss regardless) was an enormous flash of light, so blinding that it overwhelmed Brook's senses for just a heartbeat and unwired her sense of panic. Slowly, a grin unfurled along her face, as the adrenaline that came with missing the first day of school started to simmer down. She knew exactly what the flash signified.

In the words of the world's most valuable plumber, [color=ed1c24]"thas'sa me!"[/color]

She chased off down the hallways, out into the open field, in time to see a girl whip out a Bicycle card and say something or other about Michael. [color=ed1c24][i]Who?[/i][/color] She'd need to learn everyone's names...

Well, at least this looked like magic.

[color=ed1c24][i]I made it.[/i][/color]

Phew.

No toiling over a fryer for thirty years for [i]you,[/i] Brook.