<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ruby-Rose-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Karter Dean<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Tryx<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ionic Hall, Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lance<hr/><br/>Only half of the school day gone and Karter's plan to try and put forth some effort in her classes had already gone out the window. She'd had her mp3 player confiscated—she'd get it back though—had her marker taken and had been made to go wash her arm off like a child. The day was not shaping up well, that was for sure. She had tried as hard as she could but as this was the first day there was very little learning going on and more talks about rules and expectations and what teachers planned on teaching. She cared on some level, she wasn't a dumbass after all, but it was very hard to just... sit there.<br/><br/>She hoped the second part of the day went better. She was honestly was looking forward to PE and hand to hand training. That was the one class she could shine in and didn't have to struggle to focus. There was just so much to take in. Her power allowed her to duplicate anything she saw so it was hard to stop her. She could memorize sequences up to a few minutes long. The more detailed the move, the harder she had to focus but that wasn't nearly as hard as focusing on science or whatever. She was still working on increasing her memorization of lengthy and complex sequences, not to mention being able to break them down into smaller, usable pieces like taking a specific move out of a five minute fight scene. She also had to hone her combat instincts and get some experience under her belt. Just knowing how to execute the move perfectly did not tell you<em>when</em>to use it to its best advantage or how to modify it to fit the current circumstances. Freshman year she'd almost broken some kids ribs because she hadn't known how to dial a few moves back to be safe for sparring. There was still lots for her to learn with regard to her abilities but since it involved moving around and being active, at least in spurts, she never had a problem paying attention.<br/><br/>Sighing quietly, Karter entered the cafeteria and headed for some grub. Her backpack hitched up high, she slid into the line and collected her usual chicken nuggets and two servings of tots along with some honey mustard and ketchup. Grabbing a pear and a chocolate milk she turned to figure out where the heck she was gonna plant her ass for the period and spotted Lance's sleepy behind across the way. She was nearly halfway to him before she saw his clone sit down next to him and get sucked back in...there really was no other way to describe it.<br/><br/><strong>“Dude. That's still trippy.”</strong>Karter plopped down across from Lance not bothering ask if he wanted company.<strong>“And I'm totally jealous.”</strong>She gestured to the Mt Dew his clone had retrieved and shook her head. Slipping her backpack off and setting it down she glanced around, taking everybody in. There were still a few students she was curious about now that classes were done for the morning. Looking back to Lance she grinned and popped a tot into her mouth,<strong>”So how was your first day back?”</strong>