<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/73nxUIX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Weaver<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom - Random hallways<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amane Marina<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Erica had been trapped in her own mind, unable to stop herself from skulking and wallowing in self pity as she continued her aimless wandering through the hallways. When the collision happened, she'd actually had her head turned to the right, as she watched a few 2-C second years going back and forth. She studied the way they held themselves, the way they spoke, the words they shared... Anything that could potentially give her some kind of clue as to what she just kept screwing up. The first time she'd ever approached anybody this year had been Satomi, and she looked like she was damn near ready to melt through her seat by the time Erica left... The second time was Tatsuya, who looked as though he was about ready to swing a punch at her after just a few lines shared... And now Tsuki seemed more interested in just making fun of her, or using her as the butt of some kind of dumb joke, than actually talking to her... Why was that?<br/><br/>Regardless, the collision happened, and Erica found herself stumbling backwards a little bit. Unlike Marina, she had nothing worth protecting in her arms, so she would simply reach out to place her palm against one of the lockers, and she would be stable again after about half a second. When her gaze lifted upwards to see who she had bumped into, her throat nearly closed in on itself with a small, almost inaudible little squeaking noise. While with most students it was because they were worried about getting scolded for being so careless, seeing as how a lot of the other teachers were known to be pretty harsh with their students so that they could 'set up a reputation' or something, this being such a new school and all... For Erica, she felt her entire body stiffen up for entirely different reasons.<strong>"Oh! I'm sorry, Amane-sensei. I really should have been watching where I was going."</strong>Even though she'd remembered the proper honorific, as was probably to be expected after even a few simple weeks, Erica's entire demeanor would be a lot more lax than a Japanese student's was, her tone much more laid back and casual. Though that could have just been the American playing tricks on her dialect.<br/><br/>Still, she would maintain as much respect as she felt was necessary, even if it was obviously nowhere near up to the average just from her tone of voice and her body language. Even if her mannerisms weren't up to par though, it would be easy to see that Erica had an overwhelming amount of respect and admiration for her homeroom teacher. The blonde woman was always so cool and relaxed, and she always seemed to have an answer to every problem. She seemed to genuinely care for her students, and judging from what she'd seen from others in her class, she was able to earn their trust. All that, along with the fact she was just so pretty... Simply put, Marina was everything that Erica hoped that she could mature into, despite the fact that the age gap between the two of them was smaller than one would expect between a person and their role model. That mindset caused Erica's heart to beat a bit faster whenever she directly was required to directly address the teacher, and words didn't seem to spring to her mind quite as fluently. She often found herself struggling to find things to say, and a slight tint of color flowing to her cheeks.<br/><br/>Back when she was in America, she got roped into a few conversations with her classmates about that 'one person' that they would go gay for... Supposedly every single person alive had at least one. It was a silly little conversation for bonding with friends back then, and Erica had outright refused to answer, but ever since meeting her new homeroom teacher, she couldn't help but be reminded of that day. If Erica found herself assaulted by the infamous 'hypothetical situation gunman' who would shoot her in the head if she didn't give a name... well...<br/><br/>Thoughts of her girlcrush aside, Marina seemed pretty quick to catch on to the fact that Erica was a touch down in the dumps. The brunette would take in a soft breath, fidgeting in place for barely a second before she started to speak up. Erica didn't seem to have quite as many reservations opening up to Marina, again probably due to the fact that she didn't have the most solid grasp on Japanese culture as a whole, and most certainly didn't fall within it.<strong>"Oh, it's really nothing too bad, I'm just... I'm having a little bit of trouble fitting in. I'm just trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong."</strong>