Snippet #1913593

Once she had finally tried to memorize the names as she soothed the skin she had hit, to of which everyone went by the first letter with an added numeral if sharing the same alphabet letter, Shikei had strolled off back to her small apartment, which was more than enough room for one person despite the lack of furniture. The rented out space having very few at most. She skipped rest of her first day after seeing as classes started the next day, and when it finally did come by (she had entertained herself as she walked throughout the city via the roofs and the ground for a better view before falling asleep for 6.5 hours, more or less.) As she dressed, she had merely kept the 'meister' tag in the back of her gray shorts' pockets, and put on a white shirt and black sports jacket instead of the tank and vest she was so accustomed to. Her heavy black boots were still on, and she had merely arrived early in the morning to the DWMA school by jogging there, and wandered around til it was close enough to being late. "If by chance, today.." she gnawed the inside of her cheek, as she said aloud to no one in particular while walking towards the classroom with no hurry. "I'll be able to find a weapon."

It wasn't like she was worried that she wouldn't find one,(cough cough.) it was just that if she didn't find one, it'll bring more shame on her shoulders for not being able to set to the task of becoming more powerful for the familia. Recalling several encounters she had the day before, it was rather shocking to find so many people who couldn't understand the basics of moral conduct (though, in her case, she had way too many for it to be considered moral). But she had ended up either snapping only.. once or twice, confronted several as she gave her name before inquiring about the broken moral crime they committed, she had argued with a few, and took a jab at one before a quick apology was given to the knocked out one, and she had left some compensation before strolling off to calm her nerves.

Shikei stopped momentarily. Speaking of such, she was sure that she had met an individual that was supposedly attending the DWMA as well, and then classes or of so were mentioned, but then things went for some turn with very few questions answered. Her memory not the greatest of things, she didn't really recall much. He was pretty though; an ethereal appearance, that much she remembered. She forgot his name however her, despite introducing herself. Men like him shouldn't be so pretty. Women'll feel self-conscious about their own appearances. .. And no one likes such uproars.

Shikei found herself approaching a classroom that she was more or less sure if it was the one she was to attend first thing. The numbers were coming to her, more or less. It's Class 1, right? She stared at the sign overhead that stated as such. ".. My uchitel* is 'T'.. I think." She had assigned her room's instructor a name to remember as well, seeing as it would be rather rude to just assign the others with names, and merely remember the teacher. (Not like she would be able to, anyway.)

Shikei stared at the door before knocking on the door twice and then entered without wait for an answer. She looked over the room that already had several occupants as she walked further in. She then bowed lowly to the point she should've been bending over to just reach her toes, but her arms were straight to her sides as she quickly introduced herself, maintaining a monotone but polite voice, "Shikreyul Klemkiewicz. Nice to meet you." She quickly asserted herself to a straight position again from the presumptuous gesture. These were to be her classmates, so it would be more or less to be expected that she was to become familiar with them. She stilled as if in pause as she took in the appearance of the room and of the occupants in it.

((* uchitel - 'teacher' in Russian.))