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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><i>"They shouldn't even have this damned place open yet... did you hear what happened last week?"<br/>
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"Yeah, some chick was attacked."<br/>
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"This is ridiculous."<br/>
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"This place should be closed down! What if that happens to us?"<br/>
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"I gotta go take a piss, man."</i><br/>
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Many voices flowed out from the train's doors as soon as they opened, most of them voicing concern of the recent happenings here at Sirdan Academy... others, not. Then again, most of them belonged to first years, or "freshmen" who hadn't really had the chance yet to see just how Sirdan Academy worked and how it handled its problems. While the bustling mass of students continued to flow out through the doors, pushing and shoving to get off the train as quickly as they could and gathering up in front of the couple of teachers waiting outside, one student in particular remained silent, scowling as she unboarded the train and already began to make her way toward the school building. A large, rather stuffed-looking duffle bag sat slung over her shoulder and without even having to look at the woman's face, it made itself clear that this student couldn't give a rat's ass about what had happened last week or what the teacher's might have to say about it, among anything else they had to speak of regarding the usual rules and regulations.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><i><b>'I don't need to have to listen to this shit all over again...' </b></i></span>Ameira thought silently, her blue eyes having never even turned toward the teachers as they seemed to wait patiently for all the students to get off the train so they could make their introductary speeches. She was a senior attending her last year at Sirdan as she had been for the last four years, and on this particular day, she didn't feel like having to stand around for half an hour to listen to the same crap they had to say every year, year after year. By now, she practically had the whole thing memorized. So as she started to pull herself apart from the gargantuan mass gathering together in a mob in front of Jingua and Anic, Ameira continued to make her premature advance on her dormitory, pulling a slip of paper out from her pockets using her free hand. Her eyes looked over the script for a brief second before she sighed, tucking it back into her pockets in a crumpled mess. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b>"Dorm. 16-A..."</b> </span>[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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