<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room on campus -> Omega U Running Track -> The Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Benson (Hercules, Goliath, Samson), Bella<strong>Mention:</strong>Show up silly other rangers (within reason!)<hr/><br/>Meeting up with Vivienne was supposed to bring her insane morning to a nice, calm medium - a five on the scale of craziness, something that would expected for a Monday. It looked to be going that way for a solid three seconds, right up until Kara found that her friend was speaking to an incredibly confused Hercules. Given how weird this Monday has been so far, the blonde wouldn't question it if it turned out that this guy accidentally travelled into the future, mugged some poor kid for his clothing and was now running around campus trying to fit in. That idea didn't last too long in Kara's mind, thankfully, though that took its place at the forefront was something even more alarming.<br/><br/>Voices. Not any that Kara recognized, either. The common voice in her head was one that she was frighteningly familiar with. Her mental voice also didn't just swear and question her last thought just for fun. Or swear at herself in third person. Or speak French. The blonde eyed Vivienne as the French freak out continued into something more familiar. Her lips weren't moving, though her face portrayed the same madness in the words.<br/><br/>Kara stood there with her hands on her hips, her eyes shifting between Vivienne and Goliath as the voices continued to freak out in her head. She watched the hulking man as he cursed himself for not introducing himself but the words didn't register. He looked like he wanted to keep talking, to really do the bro thing and make the most of this situation but the same confusion that took over Vivienne and herself took over his features.<br/><br/>Pulp Fiction. It wasn't a movie Kara thought about often. It definitely wasn't a movie that she thought about when having a mental argument with herself in the early hours of a school day. As the words of Jules Winnfield coursed through her mind, she could hear it in his voice - the inflections and emphasis exactly where it was supposed to be. As if someone else had known exactly what he was recalling as he thought it. It really was a wonder how this was happening until the voice suddenly went on a rant about bitches and witches [that get stitches and found in ditches].<br/><br/><em>Okay. Okay. Everyone shut the fuck up!</em>Kara shouted. Mentally. Her hands had been raised from her hips and were now gesturing the air in front of her into the ground.<em>Calm down. We'll figure this out. First of all...</em>Without warning, Kara closed the distance between herself and Samson then unleashed a right hook straight into his bicep. Almost immediately she recoiled, letting her fist loose to shake it hastily this way and that. It took everything inside not to freak out, silently or otherwise.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ooookay, fuck! No more of this... brain talking business.</strong>" Just as Kara was about to try and sort the three of them out, a voice had spoke out again. The blonde looked away from her hand and up at the two that she was familiar with. Nope. She then turned on her heel and started scoping out the area to find a sunglasses-clad girl eyeing the three of them with an oddly approving glance. "<strong>No. No-no-no. Not you, too!</strong>"<br/><br/>Kara didn't even think to consider that this new girl wasn't speaking to her mentally, she just took it for fact. The blonde even went as far as to walk to her, making it about halfway before pausing.<em>Wait! Maybe she wasn't...</em><br/><br/>Growling aloud to herself, Kara changed course again. She made her best effort not to think or speak as she moved to plop her bottom down the edge of the fountain's basin. Sitting there, with her arms crossed over her chest and her lips pursed to the side in frustration, the young athlete just glared straight ahead into the university square.<br/><br/><em>OKAY! Hello. My name is Kara. I'm the idiot with her hand in the air.</em>As promised, Kara let her left hand fall into her lap while her right shot up toward the sky. To push her point home, she even waved it side to side at the three others in the square.<em>Now, can we please play nice and figure this shit out? If not, I'd love to wake up from this dream right about now.</em>