<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>With:</strong>Tatsuo<br/><br/>Realizing she was walking in circles, Natsuki sighed heavily. She stopped and leaned against the wall of the hallway, bending over slightly and reaching down to tug on her shoes for the thousandth time. They were comfortable shoes, in theory, but they were also brand new. Her whole uniform was brand new. It was the first school uniform she’d ever owned. She didn’t consider the outfits she wore back in the Institution to be “uniforms”; she considered them prison garb.<br/><br/>The shoes would probably grow comfy in time, but at the moment they were still stiff and forming to the shape of her feet. Everything she was wearing was stiff, overly starched, and tugged in all the wrong ways as she moved. She sighed heavily again. They’d get comfy, in time. Hopefully.<br/><br/>It was remarkable that she was wearing the same uniform as everyone else, really. Well, only remarkable because Natsuki had no choice. Literally no choice. The uniform she was wearing, and a few other identical items back in her dorm room, were literally all the clothes she owned in the world right now, save for a single pair of pants, a T-shirt, and some runners she’d been given to walk out of the Institution in. She didn’t even have any decent makeup yet. As much as she would have wanted to rebel, she didn’t have the means to. Yet.<br/><br/>She leaned against the wall, one foot up with the sole pressed to the wall, her satchel casually held hanging back over one shoulder, the other hand in the pocket of her blazer. She looked with boredom at the many other students bustling about, and wondered, curiously, how many were normal humans, for whom this school life was nothing new or different from what they’d always known… and how many were like<em>her</em>.<br/><br/>She caught sight of a guy she’d passed multiple times while wandering about, and she knew she’d caught<em>his</em>eye as well, because their eyes had met a few times, and the last few times there had been casual smiles or nods of acknowledgement.<br/><br/>He was going to pass right by her, so she called out to him.<strong>“Hey,”</strong>she said.<strong>“You’re new here, like me.”</strong>That much was obvious by the way he was wandering around.<strong>“You a red card, too?”</strong>It was a logical guess; he didn’t seem to be a first year, so if he was new here, it was far more likely that he was like her than not.<br/><br/><strong>“You looking for a club to join?”</strong>she asked.<strong>“I signed up for swimming. Not sure what else to sign up for.”</strong>