<div class="floatleft"> (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/Wchairavi.png) </div><strong>Name: </strong>Madoka Mawaru<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS103-7313<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occultechnician<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:00pm<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Addison Waite, Lakresha Price, OPEN<br/><hr/>“Ooookay?” Addison fell into step with her wheel chair.  It hadn’t necessarily been an invitation to get punch with her and Madoka wasn’t sure if she should take out her annoyance on the very fit redhead.  Still it annoyed her that most people saw the chair before seeing her.  It didn’t help that Addison had the physique and look of an athlete.  Madoka was a total nerd and had suffered enough from girls like Addison in high school.  She really didn’t want to continue that trend in college.<br/><br/>One of the sorority girls greeted her with a smile and handed her a glass of punch as she rolled to a stop in front of the snack table.  She returned the welcome but the girl was already greeting her tall shadow.  A friendly voice drew her attention away from the table to a glossy pamphlet and a velvet enwrapped bosom.<br/><br/>“No, no, I just got here, but I guess in a way yes, since we are in it.” She answered in a rather stream of consciousness sort of way.   Madoka shifted the cut form her right hand to her left and took Lakresha’s in a steady grip.  “Nice to meet you.  I’m Madoka, Madoka Mawaru.” She introduced herself to the fashionable African American girl.  “That would be great,” she answered not at all knowing if it would be great or not, but not wanting to offend.  Lakresha seemed nice enough. She would have said more but<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/AddisionWaite.jpg)</div>the lumbering Addison Waite bumped into her chair and almost spilled her punch. When she recovered and looked up Lakresha had already moved on.<br/><br/>“Oh, sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”<br/><br/>“Whatever okay.  Just watch where you are going.” Madoka began to turn her wheel chair around to distance herself from the walking Neanderthal of a woman.<br/><br/>“Really.  I am sorry.  I didn’t mean to bump into you or insult you. I…”  But Madoka was already wheeling herself away.  Addison let loose a huff that sent a lock of her unruly red hair fluttering about.<br/><br/>“Well that went greaaaat.”<br/>