Olive was qujte excited to be at Beacon. Being the little sister of an over-achiever tended to get a little annoying, with little to no new and different paths for her. Gripping her naginata, the blade retracted within he pole, tightly, the short female walked off the ship with a bounce to her step. She kept her weapon upright to keepfrom smacking it into someone, because an enemy was the last thing she needed at the moment.<br/><br/>The brunette felt a twige of annoyance at the fact she was so short compaired to most of these kids, which also led to the constant running into people because they couldn't actually see her. Someone, she didn't see who, kicked the bottom of her polearm, most likely by accident, causing it to lose balance and fall over. She let out a surpised yelp, and it slipped out of her hand. She winced at the sound of her Eerie Blade collided quite hard into another. "Oh, dude! Are you okay? I'm sorry!" Ollie nervously apoligized, jumping forward and grabbing her weapon.