<div class="floatleft">(https://s14.postimg.org/xfexi6pk1/1_PR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivienne "Vivi" Kajahara<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Black Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her dorm room > central fountain on campus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kara, Bence<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><em><strong>BZZZZZTT!!</strong></em><br/><br/>A muffled groan of displeasure escaped from beneath the covers of Vivienne's small single bed, but she tried her damndess to ignore the sound of her phone buzzing across the wooden surface of her night table, clinging on to the fleeting remnants of sweet, sweet slumber. Actually, she'd slept like shit, it felt like she'd spent the whole night - the whole night, in this case, being no more than a few hours - tossing and turning restlessly, but she had to take what she could get.<br/><br/><em><strong>BZZZZZTT!!</strong></em><br/><br/>There may as well have been nails being raked across a chalkboard ten inches away from her ear. Whipping the covers off from over her head, Vivi recoiled almost like a vampire from the thin beam of sunlight conveniently shining right on her face through the crack between the curtains. Shielding her eyes from the treacherous sunlight, she felt around the table blindly until she found the phone, rolling over on to her other side to see who the fuck was harassing her at this hour.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Hey V - you up? Whatever I was just on the track and something is all fucky</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: I crushed it</strong></span></span><br/><br/><em>Of course,</em>Vivi grimaced, now having her eyes assaulted by the glow of the LCD screen instead of the sun, not really much of an improvement. She skimmed over the words, but she was still drowsy and disoriented enough that none of it was truly connecting or making a lick of sense.<em>Fuck it,</em>she decided, smushing her face back into the pillow and trying to pretend that the last thirty seconds hadn't just occurred.<br/><br/>The stupid phone buzzed again in her hand. With an exasperated gasp, Vivi rolled over on to her back, knowing full well that there was no hope left of her falling back asleep.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Fastest laps ever!!!</strong></span></span><br/><br/><strong>"I don't care,"</strong>she told the phone, flatly.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Seriously</strong></span></span><br/><br/><strong>"Seriously."</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Like you are fast but I'd fucking kill you today</strong></span></span><br/><br/><em>Whaaaaat? No...</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Race meeeeeee</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Vivi: At the fountain in 20.</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Vivi: Bitch.</strong></span></span><br/><br/>It was a good thing that she wasn't in prison, because Vivi dropped her soap at least five times while showering. And then she also dropped her hairbrush, and her electric toothbrush into the sink twice while trying to brush her teeth. She'd never claim to be the world's most graceful individual, but still, it wasn't like her to be an absolute klutz, so it was pretty strange, and also pretty annoying. Eventually, she got done fumbling in the bathroom and attempted to get dressed, which she didn't fare all that much better at, but at least dropping clothes wasn't nearly as painful as listening to her expensive toothbrush clatter against the sink.<br/><br/>Persevering against her newfound clumsiness, Vivi put on a white thong and black sports bra before slipping into a pair of skin tight white leggings with black crosses printed all over them. Next, she threw on a sleeveless black Nike cropped top which sat slightly loose around her slender frame and left a couple inches of her flat midriff exposed, and finally laced up her black glossy black running shoes, also Nikes.<br/><br/>The large fountain that she and Kara often used as a meeting place was only a five minute walk away from her place, situated at the heart of the Omega U campus right at the top of the big stairs that students often sat on to eat their lunches, or just simply to hang out. There weren't that many people out and about yet at that hour, since<em>most</em>people weren't stupid enough to wake up unless they actually had to be in class, but of course Kara wasn't most people. Then again, neither was Vivi.<br/><br/>There was only one other person by the fountain when she got there, and it definitely wasn't Kara. It was just some guy...who happened to be totally ripped. She tried to act casual and not stare as they walked by one another, but it was pretty noticeable considering how this dude's shirt looked more like a thin film stretched out over his abs and pecs then an actual piece of clothing. It might have actually been tighter than her own pants, which was a mildly impressive feat. She might have been more interested under different circumstances, but at the time she was still a little grumpy and wholly focused on whooping Kara's ass, so she walked past the guy without a second glance.<br/><br/>And then she froze in her tracks when she heard the comment about her ass. Actually, 'heard' probably wasn't an accurate description, since it seemed like the words had distinctly rung out from inside her own head. And yet, she knew that they were his words and not just her imagination playing up randomly. How? Vivi had no clue. She just intrinsically knew it. She furrowed her brow and blinked a couple of times before pivoting around to face him.<br/><br/>"Did you just..." She hadn't really taken the time to look up at his face before, but she recognized him now. How could she not? He'd spent the latter half of the night showering her in ones (which he seemed to think were hundreds) and shouting obscenities. Granted, he was clearly drunk off his ass, and she really didn't mind. It was nice to feel appreciated, one way or another.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh."</strong>Vivi's nude lips curved up into a coy little smirk.<strong>"Hey, big spender. Crazy night, huh?"</strong><br/><br/><em>You can check my ass out all day as long as you keep coming back and throwing your cash at me like a moron,</em>she mused to herself, meanwhile.