Sinya Amester-Bashiin
Status: Tired, nervous. Vocal: Mute
Status: Tired, nervous. Vocal: Mute
~Sin had nodded, she soon followed the teacher whom almost forced her into the class. Since she didn't sign up for any particular class, she was fine with it, beggars can't be choosers. Though on the way she realized the unfortunate matter of; she had no weapon. The worse part about it was also her inability to really "Talk" was hindered by her Social Anxiety Disorder. Though, it wouldn't help but try, she carried a white board around to "talk" when needed. But still followed the teacher now to her class, though she did see a weapon rather recently asking around for a miester. Yet she figured he may have found someone by now since he was running around like a lunatic asking every miester he could. Though by the time she remembered the image of said man, she was already at the homeroom door. Though that didn't exactly stop her, she had noticed him a few meters back and decided to chase him down, knowing full well she could be snapped at for what she was doing. But none the less, she needed a weapon more than the knowledge in class as of the time being.
~After running for about three or so minutes of searching she found the weapon. She was happy she found him, though she didn't enjoy the fact that she had run into him. Needless to say she tried to take a step back, yet tripped as she did so and ended up falling back, she managed not to get hurt. Though soon felt a surge of timidness and self-deprecation because of it. In her mind she came off as clumsy and rather spacey even though she knew herself better as a more graceful and rather down-to-earth sort of person. Sin soon looked up at the man, and waited for him to basically tear into her for running into him.