Calm Down! (Open)

Euna’s light footsteps rang against the deck of the small ship as she ran to the prow. There! She stood on tiptoe and leaned forward over the railing. Those green shapes floating on the ocean on the horizon must be the Manta Carlos Islands. She resisted the urge to jump up and down and whoop. It was a great day, the trip went smoothly, and she hasn’t had to punch someone in the face ever since she left home. She let the breeze and the excitement wash over her for a moment while she leaned over the ship's rail, the wing messing up her already fluffy brown hair. Though the day was rather warm, a woolen tartan scarf lay around her neck, swaying with the breeze.

The moment the ship reached the docks, she let out a little scream, her feat doing an excited jig. <font color="DarkRed">”We’re heeeeere!”</font> She grabbed her luggage and raced to the ramp, nearly knocking over two other students laden down with their bags. Upon reaching the ramp, she immediately paused.

...Nah. There are too many people around. Suitcase-surfing would be fun, but she could hurt someone, or worse. She took a moment before walking down the ramp like a "normal person."

She checked her bearings before walking towards the building that was Starlight Academy, as quickly as was socially acceptable. She immediately approached the admissions desk, knocking at least two people aside, and handed in a folder filled with everything she needed for enrollment: her admissions form, some documents, and so on. “Euna Coneely,” she said, before the admissions officer could say anything. “I just got here! I’m so excited, this place has class! Well, not that kind of class; or I guess you can say it has <i>two</i> types of class, but you know what I mean, right?” She balanced on the balls of her feet excitedly, resisting the urge to laugh at her own joke.

Euna turned around with a jump. She didn't notice the line of people meandering towards the front door. She looked up at the speaker, her words finally registering in her mind. A dull flush rose up her neck and over her ears, barely concealed by her scarf.

"Well,<i>wow</i>, sorry. Didn't see all of you there." She stared up at the unhappy lady in line, subconsciously mouthing the words "<i>didn't have to be so</i> rude" subconsciously to her face. It wasn't even technically her first day and she managed to get in someone's hair. Great.

Euna awkwardly stepped aside for the person at the desk to finish up, leaving her document folder on the counter. She glanced up at the tall girl, and resisted the urge to stick her tongue up at her. Instead, she pulled her scarf up higher, just in case she started muttering to herself again.

Euna stood her ground, though she edged closer to the counter, and to her folder of documents. She wasn’t about to let her through easy after being so rude, even if she did have a point about Euna’s butting in line.

The person at the counter finished up and thanked the clerk before walking away. “Next,” the desk lady called, her voice trailing off when she saw two people at the head of the line, sparks flying from between their eyes. Euna glanced at the counter lady and back to the person in line, before backing off one step, a sour look on her face.

“Well, <i>go on,</i> next-person-in-line,” she all but spat, glaring up at the person in line and scuffing at the ground with her toe. Her folder was left on the counter, just as an added barb.

@"Thoth"

Euna cringed inwardly at Anastasia’s smile. It wasn’t the type she saw on bullies (before she kicked them into the dust), but the type she saw on movies when the smart bad guy revealed just the right amount of information to scare the protagonist out their wits. Had she not been standing her ground against a stranger in a room full of people, she would have shrugged with a flat “meh.”

“You were in line, weren’t you? Just go on and take your place. Go on!” Euna didn’t comment on the emergency bit. It would have been exactly what this person would have wanted, she knew. She jerked her head towards the counter lady, whose expression lay somewhere between boredom, amusement and irritated impatience. Along the line, people were sticking their heads out of the queue, wondering what was causing the hold-up and raised voices.

Euna watched the tall person walk away and resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at her. There were people looking curiously at her from the line, but she paid them no heed. Instead, she picked up her file, and went to the back of the line. Once she was there, she picked up her scarf and wrapped it around her neck a few times so that half her face was buried in cotton tartan.

She wasn't prepared to say that she had lost to some stranger, but hell if she was going to make such a disastrous entrance at this school.