<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IAV71Qp.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Akiyama Amaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gymnasium, in the far back<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1 - Shortly after entrance ceremony<br/><strong>With:</strong>Megumi Shika<br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps she was being a bit impolite. The gymnasium was full of chairs, several vacant, yet she had opted to stand in the far back, white shirt leaning against the back wall. She'd taken off her uniform blazer and had tied it around the skirt. It was nice and toasty already, and her faster than average blood circulation didn't give her much of a chance to freeze, quite the contrary.<br/><br/>Perhaps she should've put away her phone. She had an earbud in one ear, the other one had fallen somewhere down her cleavage, presumably to never be seen again. She could feel the very mild vibrations humming against her left breast. She'd find it later, presumably. Listening to music during a presentation, an invitation rather, felt rude in nature, though, rudeness was the least of her concerns. She had many many years to catch up on, and that included music. If her back couldn't be left alone for something as simple as listening to music on one ear during a presentation nobody paid attention to anyways, perhaps this "new world" wasn't so different from the old one.<br/><br/>It felt wrong to think that way. As much as she'd been used as a political tool, like so many others, she was a winner. It didn't bother her that her picture had been used in the papers. Pictures of a hospital-bed, of her comatose. She'd read through the articles later, it was nothing but bullshit, but then again, did it really matter? Did it matter that nobody mentioned that she herself was the one that had pushed herself into her month long coma? Did it matter that they didn't bring up even once that she'd nearly killed a man?<br/><br/>Of course it didn't. Politics was like a twisted ant-hill, looking at it from the outside in, it all looks intricate and clever, but since nobody knows what happens on the inside, could it truly be considered as impressive as most put it to? Amaya didn't think so at least. Luckily, it wasn't her job to write the newspapers, nor to plan future propaganda. In the end, she was just happy. Thinking about it only made her head hurt, she was just going to stick to appreciating she'd no longer risk being put to sleep for walking too fast, or for giving someone a half-hearted look, or just because it'd be fun to make a bet over which direction she'd fall when she got knocked out.<br/><br/>While she'd been spacing out, the gymnasium was already starting to empty out. Was she really that out of it? Oh well, it didn't matter much. Some were helping out with moving chairs, but she didn't feel like it. She was sure others were more than happy to help. She slipped her phone back into the blazer front pocket. The cord for the earbuds was just barely long enough to manage the distance, though, just barely was plenty, wasn't it?<br/><br/>She started making her way towards the doors leading outdoors. She was considering to just return to her dorm room. She'd already moved in about a week and a half earlier, having been allowed in earlier due to not having anywhere else to go, so she was quite nicely adjusted. Perhaps she'd take some time to flip through some magazines, find out if there was anything else she wanted to spend state money on.<br/><br/>In her steps, her eyes were drawn towards a girl seemingly losing the grip of her phone. It was impossible to tell if she was normal or not, but cute, cute she certainly was. Perhaps a mild act of vigilantism would be worth testing her heart out again, having avoided her powers like the pest ever since she got hospitalized. If there ever was a time to try them out, it certainly would be saving a cute girl's expensive piece of electronics, right?<br/><br/>Nothing in particular triggered it. She just subconsciously knew how. Her heartbeat went from a fair 60 to a hammering 300. A normal heart would be at the brink of failing. Everything had slowed down. The speech of those around her was lagging. "L-e-t-s g-o o-u-t-s-i-d-e" she could vaguely hear behind her. It was of course not directed at her though, it wasn't like she had anyone who would group up with her. Just as the cute girl from earlier had lost the grip of her phone and it slowly turned till a corner was making a hasty pursuit for the floor, she pushed off with her left foot. Her heartbeat jumped up another hundred beats in what to her felt like a couple seconds. Almost seven beats per second, she could just barely distinguish the separate beats from one another. She bent down as she started getting closer, and in the last inch between the phone and the hard floor, her fingers swept in, catching it.<br/><br/>She immediately cut her speed down, finding herself almost falling to the floor, winding up stepping a couple steps beyond the cute girl. It felt really lame, she'd always had so good control before, though, it'd also been quite the while, maybe it was to be expected. She stepped back to the girl and her friends, giving a charming smile as she handed it over.<strong>"One phone for the gorgeous lady"</strong>She said with a wink, leaving it in her hands, proceeding to step off. It would just become awkward if she hung around. If the girl was interested, she'd show up, she was sure of it. With her mind only thinking of the girl, she'd found herself heading back into the gymnasium.<em>"Guess it'll look really lame if I just turn around and walk out now, guess I'll help out with the chairs</em>She thought to herself, starting to stack up a couple of them before noticing someone still seated. Well, the fact she was seated wasn't the most eye-drawing feature, but rather, the silvery white hair, and the strips of white leather just barely visible between it. There was no mistaking it, there was only one person it could be, she'd seen the very same leathery blindfold a plethora of times. She wasn't sure how she felt about it admittedly, but perhaps a bit stupidly, she started making her way between the chairs, knowing well she was making an abundance of noise, and admittedly, quite the mess, to find her way to the chair the silver-haired lady was sat.<br/><br/>As she stood right by her, there was no mistaking it. All the way down to the strips of alloy that weaved into the leather, there was nobody else it could be. She wasn't sure how to feel, but in the end, she'd made her way over, it'd just be weird to run away again. What if some cute girls were watching, watching her mow through a sea of chairs, only to do a 180 and run away again. How lame wouldn't that be.<strong>"Umm... I hope I'm not disturbing you"</strong>Amaya started, leaning back on the back of one of the chairs, biting her lip.<strong>"We, uh, met a while ago, I guess we didn't leave on the best footing... Even if I never said anything or whatever, I, uh... Threw you a lot of nasty stares, I feel really bad for having done it, so I wanted to apologize"</strong>Perhaps it was a bit dumb to apologize to a practically blind girl about having thrown mean stares, but it was how superficial it seemed that made it matter. She had been the one to do something inappropriate, with the girl in front of her unable to pick up on it.<strong>"My name's Akiyama Amaya, we were in the same department of the university hospital for a while. You might not remember me, but that doesn't really matter, I just wanted to apologize"</strong>