<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>Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Bence, Bella, Jake, Benjamin<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<hr/><br/>Mondays aren't supposed to be like this. It was a 'wake up, do what you have to do with every little ounce of willpower you have and then sleep' kind of day. Now Kara found herself sitting on the school fountain in rather suspect athletic wear with her closest soccer teammate, a 'roided out pretty boy, some posh girl who looked to be hiding her amazing night behind sunglasses and now some kid who can't decide whether he should stay or go. Inherently not too awful of a morning, if not for the fact that she learned half of their names by reading their thoughts.<br/><br/>Subtle experimentation by, no doubt a few of them on random passerby, led to them finding that it was pretty isolated. No one else could read their minds and they couldn't read others. It was just them. For now, at least. Kara took pleasure in knowing that everyone has decided to take this revelation in stride, throwing shade at each other and being really college students about the whole mess. For her to have the most dramatic and visual reaction to this phenomenon was odd in her books, to say the least. Chalk it up to not being able to read minds and annihilating world records for sprints.<br/><br/>The party of five were beginning to talk over each other. Or was it think over each other? Kara looked at each person as they spoke, squinting slightly as she did so as if to isolate their thoughts and really actually listen. The blonde had no idea how this worked but it was her best guess. The chirps ended with Jacob addressing another person idly observing the fountain folk. A new voice peeped up in the blonde's head and Jake's as well, given his response. Party of six. At least now it was a nice, convenient, even number.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm going to chill on the brain talking.</strong>" Pause break to glare at Vivienne for her previous clarification of it really being telepathy. "<strong>I'm not being helped by all your thoughts running through my head and it looks stupid as hell if we're just going to be miming to one another in the most open part of campus!</strong>" Kara spoke as calmly as she could given the circumstance. She didn't wait for the newest mind reader to join them by the fountain but she was sure her voice carried over to him.<br/><br/>"<strong>Is there a range for this thought thing? I guess, huh? Otherwise, I would have probably heard some awful stuff this morning while you boys were waking up.</strong>" Kara eyed each of the men by the fountain with an arched brow and a stuck out tongue. Never taking things too seriously was a wonderful coping mechanism. "<strong>I'm tossing my phone number up. Grab it and reach out so I have yours, too.</strong>" She reached into the solitary pocket just inside the waistband of her shorts to retrieve her phone, not paying any mind to how awkward it may have been to the others. With a few finger swipes, her phone number was on the display for all to see. The blonde stood up from her spot on the fountain and had her device replace her there.<br/><br/>"<strong>I know this is cool and shit but I definitely need to unwind.</strong>" Kara sidestepped to Vivienne and gestured with a nod toward the athletic centre. "<strong>Wanna get your butt spanked on the track, still?</strong>"<br/><br/>Kara knew very well that this mental event was rare and not to be taken lightly but routine and a sense of normalcy were aspects of life that she cherished. Following through on a plan she made was a tick box that absolutely needed to be checked for her to feel at ease. "<strong>You're all welcome, too. It's quieter there, at the very least.</strong>" All things considered, if the mass wished for her to stay put and figure all of this out, Kara would. Alleged meathead Bence might have to bear hug her so she didn't try and run off but she would stay if the masses wished.