Kari paused in her pointless wandering and stared up at the sky. It had been at least an hour, maybe a few since she left the locker room and wandered around town. She’d gotten some things to eat and did a little shopping, simply getting the next manga out of her favorite series and some candy. Her eyes were having a hard time focusing for some reason, but she didn’t know why. Simply shrugging it off for now after rubbing them for a few moments, she kicked a stone to the side and glanced down at the paved street she was on. Up ahead was the new dormitory that she had elected to move into. Because she had good grades in school, and was a third year, she was given the option of being a RA for the dorm.<br/><br/>This meant that it was her job to help coordinate activities but to also make sure that everyone was adjusting well to the new atmosphere. Because of this, her things had already been moved in. she primarily took it as a way to help pay for tuition, since her father wasn’t really putting out the funds in his drunken state, that and it would give her an excuse to beat up on those who broke the rules, therefore she’d be in no trouble for administering punishment. Kari could really be a sadist at times, but it was something that people grew to love about her.<br/><br/>A few of the teachers in Gekkoukan had seen her during her middle school days in the yankee gang, but her appearance had changed since then. She used to be a lot shorter, and had her hair past her shoulders dyed orange like many in the gang did. now she was much taller, had short hair, and it was dyed black. Occasionally teachers or students from the school would see her out with her gang coat on, like she was now, but because she kept to herself and wasn’t causing outbursts they tended to overlook her.<br/><br/><em>Out of sight, out of mind. . .</em>Kari slowly thought as she walked to the new dorm. It was one that was to be for students who were in music classes or clubs, or intended on pursuing it in some fashion. It was the “theme” of the dorm, but like a few of the soon to be residents who she saw moving in, they were just randomly placed there. Kind of like her.<br/><br/>Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Kari strutted past a group of students who appeared to be standing confused in front of the gates. Flicking her blue eyes at them, an unnatural thing for many people to see on a Japanese person, she walked inside with her head held high. Going into the first floor of the dorm, using a special keycard to open it, she went into the main lobby and entered a private room that her and two other students had access too. In here, she removed her gang jacket, her uniform’s top, and simply walked out in a light blue tank top with her uniform skirt.<br/><br/>She didn’t really give a damn if people looked at her toned torso, for if she flexed they’d see that she could easily beat them up in a fight. Pinning an ID badge to her shirt, she sat down on a couch and made herself useful. . . which basically meant sit around until someone asked a question about moving in. she would help kids who lost their keys, needed help moving things, or simply wanted to talk. Sighing a bit, she crossed her feet on a table, exposing her tanned legs without a care, and glanced around the busy lobby.<br/><br/><em>I’m the boss of these dimwits?</em>she thought to herself as she saw a group of fangirls walk past her giggling up a storm.<em>Great, just what a need. A bunch of twigs. I bet I’ll start smoking again. . .</em>Re-crossing her legs, Kari sat there and waited patiently, nodding her head to some song stuck in her head.