<div style="text-align: right;">(http://i1215.photobucket.com/albums/cc516/ladymikochan/9183ab50-9ed6-4f4c-a9dc-7e9ed449fce8_zps4306d0b8.jpg) (http://s1215.photobucket.com/user/ladymikochan/media/9183ab50-9ed6-4f4c-a9dc-7e9ed449fce8_zps4306d0b8.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Name: Mitsu Fukui</strong><br/><strong>Location: In class at the DWMA</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: OPEN</strong><br/><strong>Color: Teal</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mitsu had been up early, just after dawn to be precise, but that was just a part of her normal schedule.  Most of the other students thought she was crazy getting up at the break of dawn just to exercise and mediate but there were simply not enough hours in the day to do otherwise.  Well she did not have much a social life to lose, thus it made no real difference to her.  Unless it was Exam week, or she was on assignment, it was the same thing.  Up at dawn, a hour of Ta-Chi and mediation before breakfast and a shower.  Then it was out the door to the park where she always stopped to feed the birds before class.  She had been doing this ritual for quite some time and the birds there had gotten so used to her that they kicked up quite the racket if she did not show up for whatever reason.<br/><br/>After this, she had just enough time to pick up lunch and make it to school in time to see the assignments before class.  Usually she was inside about a hour before class actually started and would spend a little time going over what was currently posted.  Normally when trying to pick out assignments, she preferred to have her partner Mayasaki  with her. Although the last few assignments they had run through had been....well....rough to say the least.  They had a good track record of success but...to say her partner was...a little rough around the edges was probably the nicest way she could think to put it.  Their first assignment had probably been the roughest and most of the time she felt like she was trying to control a fire-hose on the maximum setting.  In fact...a lot of their assignments went like that.  They'd get done...but usually she'd either end up looking and feeling like she'd been through a literal wringer, or at least spend the rest of the day with the shakes.  Nothing serious, thank the stars, but still too many close calls.  It was a good thing she was so intuitive that she was able to sense what he was either going to do or wanted to do and could easily go along with it.<br/><br/>Maybe this time....they should take it a little easier, or at least something just a little less risky. But once again, she had gotten in so early and was the only one here, except for a few other early birds.  She was usually the first one in class, sometimes even beating the teachers there.  She really did not have friends so she usually just sat and read, or drew until class started.  She had just gotten a travel calligraphy set from her older brother and was usually seen with it in her lap practicing when she was not studying.  She gave it another minute, looked up and down the hall, sighed and headed on in through the classroom door.  No chance of her ending up as the 'volunteer' today, or any other day for that matter.<br/><br/>She had made the mistake once. Not being very sociable, and always eager to please, the first time that Professor Stein actually asked for a volunteer, she had been the first...and only one to do so.  At the time she had just been confused as to why no one else had raised their hand.  Afterwards however, she was more knowledgeable than most that you simply did not put your hand up when THAT teacher asked for a volunteer.  It had not been too bad, but her hair had stood on end for a week afterwards. And that was one of the less intrusive examples performed in class.  She had learned her lesson and usually refrained from putting her hand up too much, except to answer questions of course.<br/><br/>Right now, she had found herself a seat, plopped herself down in it and slung her book-bag over the seat next to her for when Mayasaki showed up.  She would have been in her seat before anyone else had entered the room. A text book was open and she was currently paging through it.  Beside her was a stack of miniature yellow post-it notes.  Occasionally she would remove the pink cherry blossom pencil that she had currently tucked behind her ear to make a few notes on the post-its.  This note would then be stuck to the proper place in the book.  This was a new text book after all and it lacked the notes that decorated her other books.  She would never dream of using a highlighter of course, but this was a suitable substitute.<br/><br/>She was currently humming softly to herself as she casually flipped through the book making and taking notes, just passing time until the class started.  Her bright blue eyes had a studious look within them and she occasionally twirled a lock of her vibrantly colored hair between her fingers when not taking notes.