<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, 10:30AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Athletic Centre Track -> Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Bella<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>Bence, Ben, Jake<hr/><br/>Whizzing into space once again, Kara vanished form her seated position on top of the unconscious girl clad in pink and behind Vivienne's assailant. A swift elbow to the back of her skull ended any evil-doing she was getting up to. All of the flashy movement and the sudden surge of violence was getting to the blonde girl and almost as soon as the other girl hit the ground, Kara took a few steps back and sat her rear on the synthetic plain in sheer exhaustion.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Alright, dear. Good work. I wish we could rest on our laurels but the danger is far from gone.</span></em>The voice had returned to its soothing, mentor like voice she recalled from her youth rather than the fiery spirit sshe had interpreted over. As her mind began to reorient itself and she caught her breath, it continued.<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It would be best to find the others. They'll need you, too.</span></em><br/><br/>Kara sat there with her arms keeping her upright. She couldn't bring herself to really think of anything aside from the simple reflecting of what had just occurred. A sudden voice that was rather gruff and violent entered her mind as she rested. Although there was no real way of telling, Kara knew that this was different, that this wasn't her guiding light in the dark but was something completely unique. Vivienne's cool reaction to the voice and her own spoken words told the blonde that this was her own being; that the two of them shared another first in this odd Monday morning.<br/><br/>Focusing on Vivienne's words, Kara shook her head vigorously from side-to-side. "<strong>I don't think me being able to zip from one spot to another and these chicks popping up to beat the crap out of us are a coincidence.</strong>" The blonde lazily lifted a hand to cushion the phone thrown her way, only for it to bounce off of it and head for the ground. She had thought that her brain had given up on the device entirely, allowing the thing to its fate on the ground. Her hand, and by extension her own inner voice, had covered for her laps in judgement and shot into the direct of the phone to grab it out of the air.<br/><br/><em>Thanks.</em>, Kara thought, not entirely sure what else to make of the moment. On cue, a picture of Isabella Santos flashed on her phone with a short message displayed underneath. The visual was probably pulled off of the student directory.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yep. We should go back to the fountain; Isabella just texted me.</strong>" Kara spoke to Vivienne as she moved to place her phone on the sole pocket of her leggings. It was here that she took notice of the crowd and the odd behaviour of her friend. "<strong>You're so fucked up - let's go!</strong>"<br/><br/>The voice in Kara's head as quiet for now and for that she was thankful. She didn't want to outpace Vivienne and she was still reeling from the effects of what she could only describe as teleporting at this point. A nice jog was just what the doctor ordered. Arriving at the fountain, the scene was just as odd as the one that Kara had left, save for the further onslaught of... things chasing a near pantsless Bence. She arched a brow at the boy, half in admiration and half in pure astonishment of the situation. Wordlessly, the blonde stepped up beside him and raised her hands in a similar manner. She was going to make a quip about having to fight off his girlfriend earlier, but her inner-voice-guarding-thing intervened.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The team's all here, yeah? I'd say run but... I actually like our odds.</span></em>Kara somehow managed to arch her brow further than when she spotted a near-nude, built Bence standing around by the fountain. It was either try and fend for themselves here while they were together or run about until a better plan was thought up. The blonde had little other choice than to agree with... herself? Her newest friend?<br/><br/><em>Fuck, this is complicated.</em>