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</div><span style="font-size: 22px">Elaine Gibson </span><br/><br/>Elaine readjusted her hair ribbon and turned her eyes to the girl in front of her. She was a bit surprised the falcon turned out to be another student, but she felt as though she shouldn't be surprised. This WAS a school for gifted people after all.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87ceeb">Thank you, my name is Elaine... So why did you attack me?!? </span></b>She stepped back placing a formal distance between them in case any more attacks were planned and shifted her hand near her sword.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-size: 10px">Location:Front of main building<br/>
Company: Natasha<br/>
Mood: Annoyed and surprised</span>​</div>