<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/b3/e7/68b3e79670db8be51a65b0793b8871c7.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Giselle Boucher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271642#msg15271642)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday, September 30th | ~2PM<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Black boots, dark jeans, white shirt beneath leather jacket<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Cautiously curious<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Contemplations<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>She entered the ballroom with an undeniable concoction of swagger and grace.  For a moment her amber brown eyes looked about the opulence that surrounded her, pausing for but a second to drink it all in, before moving about the gathering crowd as if seemingly unphased.  As if she belonged there.<br/><br/>Beneath the strong, confident mask, Giselle could not help but to feel a sense of intimidation.  A swell of weigh bearing down upon her shoulders.  It was as impressive and majestic a place as she had ever been in, a place that seemed as if ripped from the aged pages of fairy tales.  It was a place where she could not help but to feel out of place deep down within the depths of her heart and mind.<br/><br/>The people around her didn’t intimidate her in the slightest.  They were but a breath in a summer wind.  Negligible.  Inconsequential.  Insignificant blips upon her radar.  And with a glance around at the assembling students, could she be blamed for thinking of such a thing?  Look at them.  Scrawny.  Weak. She could easily beat any of them.  No.  The people around her could not hold a flame to her even on their best days.<br/><br/>Being a place like that though?  Being in a palace where she felt wholly out of place?  Yeah, that was intimidating as fuck.<br/><br/>Giselle found a table and pulled up a seat.  Sitting back in the chair, a look of sheer comfort and confidence being where she was in the moment.  It didn’t seem like the typical sort of university, but then again, what really was a typical university?  Giselle had no idea what to expect.  But this…  This wasn’t it.<br/><br/>The Headmaster, or so she assumed, got up and spoke.  Giselle listened for a while before her attentions drifted off, focusing upon her own thoughts.<br/><br/>Just like being accepted to any sort of university wasn’t what she was expecting.  She did okay in school, sure, but to get good enough grades to get to a university?  One of this kind of caliber?  A part of Giselle was waiting for the curtains to be thrown open, to see the ugly, malformed thing for what it was beneath the veneer of opulence and decadence, but so far, everything seemed to be real, to be the real thing she currently found herself within at that moment.<br/><br/>Could she hold her own against these people?  Physically, without a doubt.  No one could beat her in her opinion.  Intellectually though?<br/><br/>Soon the rambling was over, and it was time to eat. The smell of breakfast food was almost intoxicating.  She could have eaten what felt like at least five dozen eggs after the long journey.  She’d join in on the growing food lines, ready to eat and explore what this place just had to offer.<br/>