<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>And I'm <em>running</em> but you're getting away</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//E6656531_3DDF_4A4A_89ED_730391D506B6.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Ryssa McClain<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver but only bc she has a beard<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Sore, determined.<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|28|2020 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Knight's field<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ella Ragsdale - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>when the beautiful brunette introduce herself, ryssa gave her a soft smile, “a pleasure to meet you Ella.” honestly with her adorable face how could ryssa have made the mistake of thinking she was straight? must be the lack of oxygen inhabiting her brain. god she really needed a smoke. but she knew lighting one up in knight’s field of all places would have heads turning and the jock’s pissed off that she was polluting their sacred field. not like she cared most days, yet she was here for a reason. she couldn’t recall what the reason was now that ella had joined her. dammit the girl still hadn’t removed those sunglasses. she made a serious mental note to try and talk to ella in the evening. after all only idiots wore shades at night, unless it was the 80s and the cool thing to do. now you just looked like a tool when you did it. coughCELEBRITIEScough. <br/><br/>michelle.<br/><br/>that was the reason. god was it really necessary for her brain to throw thst into the mix right now? the skater grimaced, luckily it was perfect timing as ella introduced herself then asked her for pointers. running her hand through her messy choppy locks, ryssa grabbed her bottle of water and took a nice jug of water from it before she swallowed and replied with a shrug, “avoid professor cartier, he’s weird as all hell, bit of a metrosexual teaches us about self love. he kisses himself in the mirror. it’s a sight i tell you.” she chuckled. shaking her head she leaned in a little and lowered her voice, “just pretend you’re straight. find yourself a nice gay boyfriend to be your beard and you should be okay.” she held up her finger, “oh and rule number one, don’t let them catch you with your pants down so to speak. though some of them are pretty chill. the vice dean has a pole up her ass though. she was a student of the program. if you ask me i think she just needs to ditch her husband and find herself a nice girl to settle down with.” she shrugged. “so what did you do to get stuck here?”<br/></span></span>