<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Andi</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://resizeimage.club/openphoto.php?img=http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2065/2209946926_e83e9866f8.jpg</div></div></div>Andi wasn't the first one to leave the bedrooms.  Though she knew she needed to make sure the school had plenty of blood to offer, preferably human blood, she'd enjoyed the looks the other girls were giving her too much.  Many of them glared at her but dared not to confront her about how she was disturbing them with her blades.  She had hoped at least one would be gutsy enough to get herself into trouble with Andi.  She'd have had no trouble teaching a foolish girl her place.  Other girls appeared already afraid of Andi.  This she couldn't help but chuckle at.  Yet even others tried to simply ignore her.  Eventually, Andi finished her work and after putting her weapons away began rifling through her luggage for an outfit.  This made for even more of a mess in her area and that of the girls around her.<br/><br/>After nearly 10 minutes of shuffling through her belongings, she finally decided upon black leather shorts and a red and black leather corset that each left very little to the imagination.  Along with this tight outfit she paired black leather, knee-high stiletto boots, black leather fingerless gloves, a black hood that appeared to have once been a zip-up hoodie but now had the sleeves and practically all of the torso torn off, and her signature black, leather trench coat.  As added accessories she wore a black leather choker necklace and a silver heart-shaped locket that fell perfectly between her breasts.  Though few knew, this necklace had been given to her by her precious William and being one of few things he gave her, she rarely removed it.<br/><br/>Finally after preparing her makeup and fixing the finishing touches on her outfit, she headed down to the mess hall where she silently took a seat at a random table which just so happened to have someone who had already known her with a few glasses of blood.  When she realized who she had sat near, she was grateful that her hood hid her face so well.  All she had to do now was hope he didn't recognize her by her trench coat or her locket with her name engraved into the front.  As for the others, she was pretty sure no one was in any hurry to pay her any attention.