<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>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/>When one considered what life was like in an Abnormal Academy setting, one would understand why some Abnormal students were considerably 'freaked out' at being in such a different place. Denai Acadmey was definitely a new sort of setting, and a new sort of place. The young woman had never had a chance to really experience school the same way other students did. Considering as soon as she entered school she was listed as a 'Level Two' power rating, and thus watched and separated. Usually supervised quite often, but not considered as dangerous as a 'Level Three'. That had changed two years ago, and that had seriously damaged the young woman's chances at ever feeling 'normal'  - even for an abnormal - and it had brought her to a point where she had given up on any chances of making friends.<br/><br/>Her hands dusted off the skirt she was wearing, watching as her brother and sister wandered off around the stands at the schools event to find clubs to join. Her brother and sister, twins a year younger, were doing what they could to acclimate to the new school. For the first time in her life, Nastume, could be at the same school as her siblings. She had been locked up for so long, she had only seen her family on Holidays. Her siblings had been distant and cold, and that had only furthered her disinterest in trying to get close to others. She was segregated, separated, reviled, because she was born different. Even her own siblings had not been accepting of her.<br/><br/>She wandered the stands, letting the activity around her be something new and exciting for her to absorb. Her mind wandering as she looked at stand after stand. She used to be in the Gardening Club, at her old Academy, and she had loved that so much. Now though, she was interested in expanding herself. She just had to be careful to keep her real level of Abnormal gifts under wrap, and she was even making sure that she was actively keeping a firm grasp of her Internal Chemical Manipulation. This meant that if people interacted with her now, talked to her now, tried to become her friend now, it would be because they honestly liked her. It wouldn't be because of the way her body could adjust it's chemical composition to release pheromones that would attract, or deflect, others from her presence.<br/><br/>She reached up, pushing back her long dark hair, her head cocking to the side as she pulled a ribbon from her side satchel. She pulled her hair up high, her bangs falling around her face, as she tied up her hair completely to keep it out of the way. The tail of her tied up hair brushed between her shoulder-blades making her shiver and then smile. This was a new chance, a new future, and Natsume was very interested in giving it a shot. The intelligent young woman was planning on starting a new life, as quiet as she was, and she was going to try to find clubs to join. But the question was...<br/><br/>Where was she to start?