"Welly Elly it's a pleasure to me y-OOOWAH!" Gram was sort-of-not-really cut off by the rather abrupt grabbing of the collar and the dragging of his body into the locker room. She seemed like a nice person. She smiled back at him, apologized, and introduced herself! However she was a wee bit... Aggressive? Hmm... Yup, that was definitely the word accurate to someone who would grab and drag person she just met by the collar, and threaten to incinerate somebody for starting an altercation. Though to be fair, she had been getting bullied earlier, so he figured she was just in a bad mood. At least she could smile! As long as someone can smile through it, they're fine. That was Gram's motto after all. No wonder the grey hunter was always so happy-looking.
Evidently Gram was getting pulled to the back. Honestly, he really didn't have need for a locker, what with possessing no weapons, but he figured he could just throw his travel stuff into it. He took the locker adjacent to Rielle's and threw his crap inside before dusting his hands together. "So Elly!" he chirped, "Why exactly are people picking on you anyway?
Atalanta nodded and raised her hand as if to say 'Don't worry, I understand. It's cool.' Upon the offer of walking together with her new friend and her friend's boyfriend, the hooded huntress shrugged, "Sure, why not?" What followed next was fairly expected. Goodwitch brought them all to the lockers, gave another speech, and left them all to their own devices. Atalanta popped open her locker and deposited her luggage fairly uneventfully. However, she dropped her metal briefcase onto the ground and opened the latch with her foot, opening the briefcase and revealing a pair of gauntlets, a bandolier of multi-colored dust, something that looked rather similar to rectangular welding goggles, and a set of roller blades. That last one was very literal, as there were actual blades on the blades.
Atalanta slipped on the gauntlets, doing a few finger stretches to check their flexibility before pointing one arm out and then the other, tilting her head as if aiming down both of them. She nodded and put the goggles on her forehead, some how managing not to even move that omnipresent hood of hers. The shortest huntress looked down at the skates, as if contemplating putting them on. After a few moments, Atalanta shrugged impassively and slipped into her HSSS.
Just then a fellow student decided to make a declaration. Something about partners and not having one. She looked to Priscilla and her boyfriend, and figuring they were going to partner up, skated up to brash young man on the bench, hands in the pockets of her short-sleeved hoodie..
"Alright. I'll bite."
Evidently Gram was getting pulled to the back. Honestly, he really didn't have need for a locker, what with possessing no weapons, but he figured he could just throw his travel stuff into it. He took the locker adjacent to Rielle's and threw his crap inside before dusting his hands together. "So Elly!" he chirped, "Why exactly are people picking on you anyway?
Atalanta nodded and raised her hand as if to say 'Don't worry, I understand. It's cool.' Upon the offer of walking together with her new friend and her friend's boyfriend, the hooded huntress shrugged, "Sure, why not?" What followed next was fairly expected. Goodwitch brought them all to the lockers, gave another speech, and left them all to their own devices. Atalanta popped open her locker and deposited her luggage fairly uneventfully. However, she dropped her metal briefcase onto the ground and opened the latch with her foot, opening the briefcase and revealing a pair of gauntlets, a bandolier of multi-colored dust, something that looked rather similar to rectangular welding goggles, and a set of roller blades. That last one was very literal, as there were actual blades on the blades.
Atalanta slipped on the gauntlets, doing a few finger stretches to check their flexibility before pointing one arm out and then the other, tilting her head as if aiming down both of them. She nodded and put the goggles on her forehead, some how managing not to even move that omnipresent hood of hers. The shortest huntress looked down at the skates, as if contemplating putting them on. After a few moments, Atalanta shrugged impassively and slipped into her HSSS.
Just then a fellow student decided to make a declaration. Something about partners and not having one. She looked to Priscilla and her boyfriend, and figuring they were going to partner up, skated up to brash young man on the bench, hands in the pockets of her short-sleeved hoodie..
"Alright. I'll bite."