@"unifutures"
[ Marina Bellamy ]
Marina went to the Academy because of... incidents.
She wasn't here to play "America's Next Top Nutjob" like the rest of the student body. Truth be told, she wanted to get better so she could hightail it out of here. Graduating in a school nobody knew about from an island that wasn't even on the map? How was she supposed to list her units of power classes without looking like a lunatic? What kind of job was she going to get?
She had her life perfectly planned out, and it was ruined because of stupid freaking bloodlust. Livers weren't even that tasty.
She thought the fangs, the claws and the frenzied states were bad enough, she apparently also had a voice thing. It helped her before, but now she hated it. It was one more thing that added to her freak show. What next, she was going to grow a mermaid tale?
Marina sighed as she paid for her Starbucks white chocolate Grande frappuccino with skim milk. Her new "powers adviser" assigned her a training body, Alison, Alice, Alexandra or something, and they arranged to meet after cheerleading practice in one of the Power Training rooms in the College. They weren't in College, but the rooms were more durable than the ones they had in High School.
Plus, there was a smaller chance of people recognizing her there.
Marina pocketed her wallet and her phone in her jacket. She was wearing sunglasses and a hat, mostly to blend in with the crowd so nobody would start asking her questions about power training. She opened the door to their assigned room...
[ Marina Bellamy ]
Marina went to the Academy because of... incidents.
She wasn't here to play "America's Next Top Nutjob" like the rest of the student body. Truth be told, she wanted to get better so she could hightail it out of here. Graduating in a school nobody knew about from an island that wasn't even on the map? How was she supposed to list her units of power classes without looking like a lunatic? What kind of job was she going to get?
She had her life perfectly planned out, and it was ruined because of stupid freaking bloodlust. Livers weren't even that tasty.
She thought the fangs, the claws and the frenzied states were bad enough, she apparently also had a voice thing. It helped her before, but now she hated it. It was one more thing that added to her freak show. What next, she was going to grow a mermaid tale?
Marina sighed as she paid for her Starbucks white chocolate Grande frappuccino with skim milk. Her new "powers adviser" assigned her a training body, Alison, Alice, Alexandra or something, and they arranged to meet after cheerleading practice in one of the Power Training rooms in the College. They weren't in College, but the rooms were more durable than the ones they had in High School.
Plus, there was a smaller chance of people recognizing her there.
Marina pocketed her wallet and her phone in her jacket. She was wearing sunglasses and a hat, mostly to blend in with the crowd so nobody would start asking her questions about power training. She opened the door to their assigned room...