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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 8, 2011 23:12:27 GMT -8
The days of course were blending together since her times from leaving home, a few friends here and there within each of her classes but nothing substantial that would qualify this place to be quite like home. She sat in the back of her History class and flipped through the pages of her notebook a hand nestling on her brow whilst fingers twirled around a single lock of her hair trailing to fall just to her forehead. Nyx was curious as to why the tales of history were written in Iron and blood as Mussolini had stated. On multiple occasions she could account for a different case, at least she'd hoped that was the reason. Her current crush of course from the books was Henry Kissinger, his notable accounts of solving things through a mixture of action and well played positioning which concluded many a great conflicts.
With the ring of the bell she'd be distracted, lingering in her thoughts before the room was found to be empty. Shaking herself out of it, Nyx rose and shuffled papers away before standing, her books clutched tightly to her chest before walking out of the front doors and into the oven.
"Back down Freshie!"
A bleeding lip and a heavy breathed Freshman stood in the hallways his arms limp from fighting a a tired look in his eyes as he was flanked by two burly men and one standing before him. All of the sorts creating the violence had their arms barred up before them in a boxer stance, while the victim was hunched over forward. Nyx hesitated to take advantage of this situation, purely the shock of whom started and what vengeance was deserved to become justice. |
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