Penelope Victors, feared around the campus for her incredibly bad attitude. She was so intimidating that even a few of the professors looked downward when she passed by. She pushes back her greasy, unwashed hair and looks down at herself. She's wearing a baggy hoodie with the school's symbol on it as she exits her dorm room. No roommate, lucky for her. She looks out at the boring color of the halls and sighs as she turns to walk to the exit. She was feeling a bit restless and thought it was time to go for a walk.<br/><br/>Continuing to inspect her quickly thrown together outfit she realizes she's wearing the same leggings she wore the last the three times she decided to leave her room when it wasn't for class. The same pink and black striped leggings with skulls on her outer thighs. She sighs a bit and looks down at her shoes. In rather nice condition as she once again, barely left her room. They were basket ball shoes. She always thought they looked rather nice on her. She cracks her back and stares at her shoes as she walks forward and without even realizing she begins to sing. A hypnotic, entrancing song that forces most people to look directly at her. A power that isn't exactly fantastic, but it is a power none the less and can be rather useful in some situations.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I don't mind spendin' everyday out on your corner in the pourin' rain... look for the girl with the broken smile and ask her if she-</span>Her enchanting singing is cut short by her slamming face first into what she has no idea.