[center][h2][b][color=f49ac2]Marble[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
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It was hardly Marabel's first time waking up from a drug-induced sleep. However, it was her first time waking up from a drug-induced sleep without her parents around. She blinked hard, trying her best to clear the hazy film of sleep from her vision. Her movements were heavy and sluggish as she brought one fist up to her eye and tried to rub a bit of wakefulness into them. She yawned and stretched a bit as she oriented herself. As she did, she gasped and quickly covered her mouth as she saw the fish overhead. 

[color=f49ac2]"I must be dreamin'."[/color] She whispered to herself. Her accent was a bit more slight than others who grew up in the area she was from, but she tended to drop her 'r's a bit along with the softened vowels typical of a US southern accent. She pinched her cheek between two knuckles then clicked her tongue. [color=f49ac2]"Not dreamin'. Okay."[/color] She muttered, groggily looking around. Where was she?

Oh, right. Something about an academy. Something about being surrounded by... peers. 

She gazed about the room for a moment before she felt her heart pick up uncomfortably. She had never actually met another super. Marabel subconsciously rubbed her arm, a nervous habit she shared with her mother. The urge to make a noise of fright was great, but she was even more frightened that if she did, someone would lash out at her. So, she decided to stay quiet and stare at those who had woken up.

[i][color=f49ac2]Should I talk to them? What about him? Oh no, he doesn't look like he wants to talk. Maybe I'll just go back to sleep? No, too late now. Already awake. Gotta stay awake too.[/color][/i]