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Of course being the Daughter of Hermes it was expected for Myra to be a mischievous, tricky and crafty being, but her simple out line could never describe the full truth about her.

The raven haired youth awoke on a crowded bed, her eyelids hung low across her pupils causing her vision to remain a thin line of blurred light. Scattered across the sheets were pieces of a chess game, the black and white pieces tumbled onto the ground and she squirmed lightly in the bed, patting upon the carpet like raindrops. She often remained up late, playing with herself at this game of skill and wit almost always ending up in a stalemate. Was that so? Was she even undefeatable faced against her own "perfect mind?"

Myra tore the sheet from her, sending the board and the remaining pieces flying violently against the wall. The girl then stood up, merely wearing a pair of pajama bottoms to which she tore from her legs while heading towards the shower, leaving most clothes dropped randomly upon the ground. She was not a particularly tidy person, her excuse being she did not have time for such nonsense as placing objects away. Her mind needed to be clear for the days planning. She viewed life as something much more complex than what it was.

She jumped in the shower and remained there for a good long while. Myra had learnt that showers were a great place to think, and the sound of the water was just a lullaby that sent her mind into frantic clock work. Once she had completed her thinking and bathing, she jumped out, absently dried herself and threw on some clothes that she attempted to create a outfit with off the top of her head and somewhat succeeded.

Myra quickly moved on to her make up, which was simply plenty of dark eye make up giving herself this sharp and dangerous appearance that fitted her perfectly. With her fingertips she then lightly tousled her damp hair into a messy layered back waterfall and decided that any more effort would force more unneeded concentration from her mind. Grabbing her bag already stuffed with her things she headed out the door and towards the Acadamy, mind buzzing with excitement of what sweet game-play the day would bring.

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Myra arrived at the Acadamy, striding through the doors with confident swinging of her hips and her lips curled upwards in a cat like smirk that she regularly wore. The Hermes was looking forward to day greatly. Her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, taking into account of every being she saw as she slowed her pace and walked by the cafeteria.