<div class="floatleft">(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a42/darknevaeh/Frankie_zps5659b984.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Frankie</strong><br/><strong>Location: Class</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She walked in wearing her loose pants and a tank top, headphones over her ears, pink hair waving as she bounced to the music.  Frankie couldn't help but get into the song.  Like all music it moved her and practically shaped her life.  She could feel every rhythm, every beat.  She did a little skip into the room with her black high tops and kept heading towards her seat.<br/><br/>Sadly, she had already walked by the bulletin board and it didn't seem like there were any posts up.  She had shrugged at the board and moved toward the class.  She had just gotten a soul a few days ago and the last bruises were finally fading.  Frankie thought back toward that fight and grinned to herself.  Her training was making her attacks stronger and no one had expected the pink haired girl to show up and begin knocking heads sideways.  Well if they were going to underestimate her...<br/><br/>Finally heading toward her seat, she half walked, half danced to it, pretty oblivious to the others as the music wrapped around her.  More training today for sure...and she wondered if there'd be anything new?