<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, Open<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 startled for a moment at the approach of a young man, from beneath the sleeves of her uniform vines began to peak out. It was sort of a natural reaction that her energy flared to attack the seeds she carried on her person. The energy flare caused them to rise in defense of her, but she calmed down and the moment she did the vines retreated. The blond man that was in her path was a strange creature indeed, and Natsume stared at him for a moment like he was a creature out of a science fiction novel she would sneakily read when she was alone in her room at the Abnormal Academy. Her dark eyes scanned him for a moment, sliding over to the desk as he spoke - her eyes calculating and calm as she watched the people being spoken of.<br/><br/><em>"Hello, I am Jonathan Carver, have you picked club yet? If not how would Abnormal Support club sound to you? If want ask questions, you can ask them from the girls at the desk over there."</em><br/><br/>"<strong>Apologies, Carver-San, I am new to this sort of school situation. Is is typical for schools to have 'Abnormal Support clubs'? When I was allowed in clubs, back at my old Academy - I was in the Gardening club. I was looking into the possibility of such again here, and possibly some form of Martial arts - some things to help me with focu-</strong>" She gave a squeak, jolting again and then taking a step back for a moment at the arrival of another male. This one was quite different and dressed up in clothing quite similar to military gear. She stiffened a little, and her internal chemistry shifted - but she adjusted and forced herself to calm down before she could release the pheromones that made people leave her alone.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the new male, looking over at the table again with the grouping of people she had yet to actually be introduced to. Then she realized her own mistake in interacting with others, bowing politely with both hands folded before her. "<strong>It is a pleasure to meet you both, I am Fujimoto Natsume. I apologize for any problems in my social interactions. This is my first time in such a school setting. I am used to much stricter enforcement of student activities. For the last two years I have been disallowed the pleasure of clubs, so please excuse me if this is a bit overwhelming.</strong>" She said as politely as possible. Slowly straightening from her bow and looking over at the table with the three other people that were being spoken of.<br/><br/>Inside of her mind Natsume was running through possible excuses she could use to get out of talking to these people, but more because she realized her severe lack of social interactions had crippled her in her capabilities of responding to others. She did not wish to be a detriment, or heavens forbid - she had an 'incident'. The last thing she wanted was to have body guards again. She was a quiet, peaceful woman, and only fought if she had to. She had never been more ashamed in her life, than she had been when she had to travel to and from classes with special guards that assured she was not being 'dangerous'.