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Callan stared at the massive hamburger plush that had been placed on her desk alongside the phone. Falling asleep after her heroically embarrassing adventure with Lawrence yesterday night hadn't been as easy as she'd hoped. Her attempt to fill the sleepless void ultimately undermined her plan to fall sleep at a reasonable hour. 

She'd awoken that morning with even less grace than usual and would've gone about her day with her hoodie on backwards if Siena hadn't commented on it. Slumped in front of the bathroom mirror, Callan glanced at the simply stylized print on her new cool gray hoodie. In simple hipster-esque font, there were three large Z's. If only. Evening out the pant legs on her black leggings, she'd proceeded to the hallway.

The guard had prodded her in the side as she shuffled out the door. For the briefest of moments, she considered snatching the gun out of his hands, snapping it in half, and trudging straight back to her bed. Of course, that wouldn't have been the heroic thing to do, but her commitment to that mindset would fair much better after breakfast. A meal she would soon learn wasn't on the agenda for the day.

Callen immediately found an indistinct seat in the second to last row, in front of Siena, diagonal from Marcus, and far enough away from the windows that she wouldn't have to worry about the sun blaring at her. Barely processing anything in her morning haze, she did manage to feel genuine excitement upon seeing that Siena had requested a dog, but her mind shunned the emotion almost instantly. It was too early and she was too tired for 'excitement'. 

She returned her attention to the plush. Two black eyes with little sewn-in white twinkles and a happy little smile. It was soft as all get out, she observed, running her hands over the top before picking it up. Eight little yellow corners of fabric stuck out above a strip of brown and red wrapped around the entire plush-- cheese, the burger, and tomato. Were they trying to butter them up after having put them through that terrible fight? Or maybe they were just trying to make them feel better about it? Perhaps it was both? Regardless of the reason, she was ashamed to admit how nauseatingly cute the gift was... she loved it.

Holding it out in front of her, Callan felt her stomach rumble. Her lips pursed into a straight line and she slowly set the plushie under her desk. 

[i]No, Cal. Not food.[/i]

Mr. Francisco's speech turned out to be the only thing she heard in its entirety before lunch time rolled around. They would all get to train together? The idea sounded like a good one to Cal-- up until she remembered how her fight with Kusari had gone. How were they going to train someone like her? Noting the conceitedness of the thought, she wondered if there was anyone here that could go toe to toe with her in a fight. She was strong for an arbiter and she knew it-- maybe not as strong as Shane Alkana, but still. 

Remembering her run in with Brent and Zoe at the gym, she wondered if they'd have things heavy enough to test herself. Flag Football and Capture the Flag... fun games for normal people. Or... [i]more[/i] normal people anyway. So far she'd been able to mostly keep her overabundance of strength in check when it came to interacting with others-- even in regards to Kusari, who had told her not to hold back before she punched through her guts. 

Callan frowned and buried the bottom half of her face in her arms on the desk. She didn't want to think about that disaster again. As Mr. Francisco exited the classroom and the much less interesting (and tall) Ms. Rivera took over, Callan sighed through her nose. Why hadn't she requested snacks on that requisition form? Hunger and exhaustion permeated her mind as the teacher droned on. Unable to satisfy the first, her body was more than willing to humor the second. Within seconds, Callan was rocking in and out of sleep-- only lifting her head long enough to accept a paper passed to her by a guard or catch the name of whatever new teacher came scuffling through the door.