Serena Bellerose
When the orange-haired girl—apparently she was a waitress—suggested that everyone start introducing themselves, Serena knew it would be a good idea, at least to know who everyone was. Although she had a thought that even with the introductions of everyone’s talents, she still wouldn’t be quite comfortable with her fellow students still, at least if they were dangerous, that REALLY wouldn’t do anything to help her rampant paranoia. She didn’t quite trust everyone yet (Morgan, who lifted up… their eyepatch to reveal a rather scary “eye” underneath, was definitely on the top of her list of people who made her nervous), but she knew she would have to put on a brave face in the midst of her peers. She took a brave (brave for her at least) step forward, adjusting her tiara slightly, ready to be strong and introduce herself to her peers.
”H-Hello, everyone,” she started, gulping hard after. ”My name is Serena Bellerose, and, as you can see by the tiara I’m wearing, I am a Super High School Level Princess,” she said, her face almost turning paler than it already was. ”You may feel free to address me as Serena, or Miss Bellerose, or Princess Serena, or Princess Bellerose, or… well, any of those, really,” she said, now turning from pale to bright red, since all eyes would probably be on her at the announcement of there being a princess present. Sure, there could have been other royalty there, but, well, Serena didn’t quite think so, at least based on initial appearances of everyone and from the people who had introduced themselves thus far.
She glanced around at her classmates, ”I-I hope that we can all be good friends and be nice to each other…” she stuttered out nervously and quietly, before taking a few steps back to her original position, still bright red from introducing herself.
Edie Jensen
Edie’s head started to spin a bit as everyone started to announce their talents. It was a bit saddening to her to hear about all of these great talents everyone had: scientist, artist, fashion designer, ballet dancer, magician just as a few… geez, everyone was impressive compared to the Super High School Level Waitress. So far, everyone seemed mostly nice—at least the girls who introduced themselves did. The only two boys who introduced themselves were… well, they were definitely out there.
However, the artist—Silas was his name—definitely ticked her off. She had dealt with annoying customers before, but considering the situation they were in, she wasn’t going to have much of it. ”I don’t know where any edamame is! Believe me, I don’t know where any food is as much as you don’t! And I’m not even on duty! This isn’t the time to be worrying about food!” she shouted, putting her hands on her hips as she narrowed her eyebrows at the artist. If he was this demanding about food all the time, Edie had a feeling they wouldn’t get along too well.
Of course, the Catholic and the princess who introduced themselves had Edie feeling even more nervous. ”I guess I shouldn’t be speaking so out of turn with such authority figures here… huh?” she asked, trying to pass it off as a slight joke and laughing a bit nervously.
Although Edie was confident as could be when she planned to come here, now with the people she was around, she wasn’t too sure about things.
Iris Bradley
Iris remained as quiet as usual, thinking about things as everyone had introduced themselves to the whole group of students. Sure, she had introduced herself to the one boy, but she’d have to introduce her talent and herself to them all soon, which she still wasn’t looking quite forward to. She quietly listened to all of the introductions, examining each person who introduced themselves. The waitress, the fashion designer, the artist, the Catholic, the scientist, the violinist, the ballet dancer, the rather… showy magician, and the princess. She noticed that not all of them seemed to be too stable in the situation, with some stuttering, and a few rather angry.
This wouldn’t do well for all of them, not in conjunction with how her despair seemed to be so pervasive. Was it already taking its grip on people? Iris hoped not, otherwise, whether this was a prank or not, it wouldn’t turn out good in the slightest. Iris took a deep breath, stepping away from her corner where the boy had started talking to her and now revealed herself to the room as she walked to the center, as she assumed (or hoped, at least) that people hadn’t noticed her.
She put her hands in her pockets as calmly as possible, and looked around at everyone. ”Hello, everyone. My name is Iris Bradley, and my talent is Super High School Level… Despair,” she said with a gulp, morbidly curious about the responses she would surely get.