<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.diarynote.jp/photo/l/20060820/60264_20060820225603.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gouf (C)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Education Building, Classroom (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQJKdnAY08qYXQ_-_lstfDyxrQnxkMFTCc6iCfwj-cLRyXYhRxAaA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sandrock, Gundam, Bawoo, Open<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>It wasn't Gouf's intention to ignore Gundam, or intimidate her in away. It was a past time that they were enemies. Yes, there was rivalries, but grudges, and fighting was strictly Forbidden outside the Colosseum. So Gouf simply gave the timid Gundam her space so she won't feel as threatened. A soft sigh escaping from her pale full lips as she started her way to her seat.<br/><br/>Her trip would be interrupted though by a powerful slap on the back. Turning, she would see the long crimson haired Sandrock Gundam. Gouf took a moment to straighten out her uniform which seemed to draw ones eyes to her large breasts, and wide hips. "Sparring this morning was invigorating, and fruitful." She stated in that reserved quiet voice she was known for. "Gundam G is a worthy rival, and a good fighter. Still as of yet. Neither will concede to the other." Gouf explained before Bawoo approached, and started to comment on their cleanliness, or rather, their lack there of. "My apologies. I did not have time to return to the Dorms to clean up. Otherwise I would be late for classes." Gouf explained.<br/><br/>It was about this time that the School's "Bell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eO_AGPP-9k8)" started to sound. Signifying the start of class. It took a moment for the windows to stop rattling. The door to the hall slowly opened, and the instructor entered. "ATTENTION!" Gouf barked with great power in her voice. Summoning everyone in the Class to come to their feet. "Present Arms!" She followed up before bringing her right hand up, and into a perfect Salute.<br/><br/>The Instructor (http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/2/2b/Murrue-Ramius-05.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100312132510) smiled, and bowed her head a bit. "Thank you class. At Ease." She spoke as her shoulder length brown hair fluttered down around her shoulders. Her soft brown eyes reflected a motherly determination to educate her young charges. Miss Ramius set her attache case down, and pulled out her tablet. "I'll now take Roll call." She announced, before going down the List, and calling out the girls names. "Has anyone seen Strike Freedom?" She asked.