<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U1BkAqj.png)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Samantha Hale<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nobody<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 2-A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After spending an adequate amount of time doing her makeup (primarily around her eyes, she was fairly happy with the rest of her face, it was mostly just for the extra effect it gave), she ended her morning procedures with putting on a simple white and gold scarf and leaving the house-sized apartment for the walk to school. She took the elevator down to the first floor and greeted the landlord with a kind wave, before walking up to him to ask him if he could send a maid up to her room to get the dishes done, which was responded to with it not being a problem at all, and that it would've been done regardless of if she asked or not, something she knew very well, it was mostly just to stay on the kind side with the landlord, an aging man who seemed to enjoy her company an awful lot, though it seemed like he did so with any woman passing by.<br/><br/>She grabbed one of the (free) black umbrellas by the door and stepped out of the stupidly tall and thick building. It was designed for people like her, those with stupidly rich parents who knew nothing of how to raise children because they were too busy stacking mad cash somewhere else in the world.<br/><br/>After getting out on the street, she popped up the umbrella and walked under it in a calm phase towards the academy she enrolled at the moment, as a part of the notoriously famous class 2-A. She was a bit unsure of how she fit into the picture, but she enjoyed being a part of it. It was like a comedy show, and she loved being a part of said show. At some point, a strong wind pulled the umbrella out of her hands and it flew off to who knew where, so she ended up walking the rest of the way to school, using her bag (which luckily was of leather, so the content wouldn't get wet) as her new umbrella for the remaining distance.<br/><br/>When she reached the school, even while trying to protect herself a little bit from the rain, the fluffy pink jacket had managed to get soaked, which didn't affect her top very well either. She gave a few kind waves to those she met in the hallways, at least those she knew to some degree, heading for the 2-A classroom. She had ended up throwing the fluffy jacket in a drying cabinet, so it was there, getting nice and warm for her.The thin silver chains hanging from her belly-button were slightly visible in her midriff, and her cleavage was - as per usual - More visible than most other schools would approve of.<br/><br/>It seemed like she was the first to show up in the classroom, something she didn't mind at all. She found her usual spot in the far back, by the window, and leaned back on the chair, her legs crossed, her heels resting on top of the desk. She had pulled her phone out of the bag and found herself texting some of her friends from around the school while waiting for someone else in the class to show up. She expected someone to pop up soon, it wasn't usual that she showed up first after all.