<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/inP9lnS.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsume Fujimoto<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wandering Club Stands<br/><strong>With:</strong>Jonathan, Biscuit, Too many people - Running Away - Paranormal Stand<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School Uniform<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day of School;<span class="bbc_u"><em>Club Rush</em></span><br/><hr/>Natsume was listening intently as the two, now obviously Foreigners, spoke in English. What many were not aware of was her intensive study in several languages, which was how she compensated for the mind boggling loneliness she experienced with her power level. Didn't have real friends? Books could be your friends. She was simply quiet as the two introduced each other, and her head cocked to the side as she pressed a single finger over her bottom lip in contemplation of what was going on.<br/><br/>The pale haired man began speaking to her again, and she merely watched him with a look of intense concentration. Even when he slipped up she did not look aghast in any way, instead she looked puzzled as to how he could mix up those two words - as they were so far away from each other. Her lips pursed, and she was getting ready to respond to his words about her past with guards, when another female approached. So there was Biscuit, Jonathan, and Megumi? She was observant of the new woman, her eyes taking in the other females appearance. She noticed the blindfold wasn't exactly a normal blindfold. For one you could tell by the indentation around the edges of Megumi's eyes, which meant there was a considerable weight to it that was not related to fabric - it was related to some sort of heavy metal or filler.<br/><br/>But Natsume's nervousness only seemed to increase as she realized she wasn't sure she was equipped for an up close in personal with so many people. Megumi spoke of understanding, Biscuit seemed like that big lovable teddy bear sort of guy, and Johnathan seemed like he was hiding more than he let on. She watched all of them, her eyes flicking back and forth between everything. Now a new voice was entering the fray, and the woman bolted a little as the man with braided hair began to speak as well. She had a look of confusion on her face, shaking her head slowly as she found herself stepping back. It seemed Biscuit was the only one that realized there was a problem, and he had given her a little space.<br/><br/>Her face was schooled and collected, but the darting of her eyes was the sign. Then someone introduced themselves as Taro, and Natsume had enough, she couldn't handle this many people talking at the same time, at her, around her, near her. She wasn't used to this yet. How could she believe she was actually capable of going to school? Like a 'normal' person, without her guards... without the specialized classes and no clubs?<br/><br/>"Ah, thank you all for your - um... assistance, I will take the club into consideration. Ah... Bye..." She said as she bolted away from them, desperate to find somewhere less in the open so that she could get herself under control. Whether it was her plants, or her pheromones that would change, something was going to react to that much stress on her system. She felt like she was going to have a panic attack, and she probably was, but it was her own fault - she decided to put herself in that position.<br/><br/>She ran away, off in a direction with less people, and found herself near the Paranormal stand, panting a little and covering her face. "I'm such an idiot..."