Ayame disliked crowds, largely because there was always someone looking at her. If it was not a fan of her father's games or one of the fans she'd recently began to acquire in her own right, it was some pushy boy or girl trying to flirt with her. It didn't help that she stood out in a crowd even more than she used to since she'd dyed her hair turquoise blue. She had initially done it after a tabloid started calling her "Ice Princess Ayame" after a popular character in one of her father's games, thinking it amusing to look the part and hoping people would leave her alone if she acted like a cold bitch. That had failed horribly -- in fact, it only seemed to attract the sort of attention she didn't want -- but, finding that she liked the way it looked and that it made for great copy in the news, she was too stubborn to dye it back to her natural black.<br/><br/>She gave a small sigh and wished that they would hurry up with the welcome speeches so she could get to class and do something useful. Her fingers tapped irritably at the leather messenger bag slung over her shoulder while she wandered, waiting, occasionally shooting a cold glare at anyone who got too close to her. Uninterested in any of the school clubs, she really wanted to pull out her computer and play the clever indie puzzle game she'd downloaded last night, but she knew from previous experience that no one would give her a moment of peace if she tried that.