Windy MacEnroe smoothed her black graduation gown for the umpteenth time and sighed as she sat on stage.<br/><br/>The 21 year old Scot/Irish mix wrinkled her nose as the valedictorian man droned on and on. She rolled emerald green eyes at his poor attempts at humor. Her normally ruddy complexion actually seemed to get redder as she frowned and sighed, as many on stage looked at their watches, tapped feet impatiently, or... As Professor Harrington, her Literature instructor, and emcee for the proceedings in lieu of the ailing Dean of Gotham Academia Community College (yes... Good ol' GACC) cleared his throat for the tenth time in the last five minutes.<br/><br/>"So much for keeping it brief." Female Valedictorian and best friend, Molly Ringdale sighed.<br/><br/>"Aye." Windy throated. "'Pears I hae one more lawbreaker t' deal with in college."<br/><br/>"You'll do no such thing, Velocity." Harrington said coolly, giving her a warning glare. "Dean Castle probably had no idea he'd monopolize so much time when she allowed speeches to have an unlimited time limit."<br/><br/>"Cannae be blamin' me if I be smellin' a stall tactic, eh?" Windy gave the professor a sidelong, yet submissive look.<br/><br/>"Considering what you've been to the college? No. I can't." He got up, clapping, which awoke half the sleeping audience. "<i>THANK</i>you, Mr. Teasdale. Now then, for the moment we've all been anticipating..."<br/><br/>The stage shook violently, toppling everyone out of their chairs or off balance as a nearby explosion rocked the toolshed at the nearby athletics field. Windy sped into action, catching everyone and setting them back on their feet in the split second afterwards, but holding Teasdale by the back of his gown and shirt underneath.<br/><br/>"I reiterate. Stall tactic." She practically hissed the words.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="78" data-username="@Dr.Compton" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/78/">@Dr.Compton</a>