Post by Michelle Baker on Jun 27, 2015 18:25:17 GMT -5
Michelle knew that there was a specific hierarchy and structure to the prefects. She also knew that some of the higher-ups were grumpy butts who hated being bothered, and others were kind, but had far too much on their plates to worry about members from teams other than their own. And thus, the green-haired young woman had decided that she was going to go out on a stealth mission of her own accord without any kind of permission. After all, she had heard about the Battle Front from rumors and several prefects that had been at the school longer than she had. She wanted to make sure that, number one, they actually existed, number two, if they were dangerous, and three, how easy it was to infiltrate. Of course, she would not wear her prefect badge, like others would probably assume. After all, she was much smarter than that. Instead, she dressed herself in the standard Ashford uniform and wandered around the hallways for a little while, working on her ‘cute, lost girl’ routine. A lot of people actually offered to help her, which she was appreciative of. She was just glad that she did not run into any prefects that she knew; otherwise, her mission would have been a disaster. She did enjoy being part of a team and knowing some people around the campus, but not all of the prefects were fun, necessarily. A prime example was the grumpy commander who had showed her around the campus on one of her first days. It had been a dry and boring tour, and she had certainly not been happy at the end, considering every question she had asked was met with a stern stare. Thankfully, she always received an answer, but it seemed that the commander was more interested in being left alone than showing her around. She wondered idly if that was one of the reasons she decided to talk to the prefect recruiters after a few months, but she pushed the thought aside. She needed to stay focused on her mission, after all! She needed to get herself going in the right direction, so she asked for directions to the west end of the school and headed there.
Michelle had heard about the West Tower before, but she had never actually seen it before, let alone been inside. Older prefects had warned her that the Battle Front were blood thirsty people who only wanted to get themselves off the island and did not care who died in the process. She was slightly doubtful of the statement, but she could not help remembering as she stared at the massive structure before her. For some reason, she had thought it would be somehow connected to the school, but it was separate from the actual building. Thinking it over, it made much more sense to be separate, because, if it was attached, it would be easier to get inside. The young woman carefully surveyed the area, noting a lack of a door. She tilted her head curiously and placed her hand on the raven-colored, stone wall before her. She shifted her hand slightly, seeing if the block would shift with it, and, much to her delight, it did, though it did shift all of the other blocks around it as well. She nodded slightly and decided that it would be wise to get up to the open window fast, because, if not, she would accidentally collapse the whole tower. She used her powers, which thankfully could be used from both her hands and feet, to climb the wall and hopped in through the window, which had no glass in it, oddly enough. Then again, it looked like a tower from an old castle, and castles did not really have windows, so there would be no point in putting glass in anyway.
The green-haired young woman felt the yellow ribbon in her hair slipping and reached behind her head to tie it a little bit tighter. She had been wearing the accessory for as long as she could remember, and she would be very unhappy if she lost it. She cursed herself internally for the distraction and walked through the room she had landed in, which looked like some kind of gym. There were weights in the corner and there were dummies set up, though they were clearly old trash bags with things in them to serve as punching bags. On the wall, someone had used some kind of white-out or white paint to paint smaller circles inside larger ones. For target practice, maybe? she thought as she examined the rings by walking up close. She shrugged the thought off and wandered out of the room, noticing how the halls seemed rather empty for the time of day. She also noticed a lot of dust and dirt around, and she wondered to herself if they ever cleaned the place. After all, how could their organization run if there were bugs crawling everywhere? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she kept walking, her teal eyes glancing about. Surely there had to be someone around, right?
As if someone from above was trying to answer her question, Michelle managed to nearly bump into a young man with dark hair. Of course, he had not seen her because he had been walking forward, but she figured that she should apologize anyway. “Oops, sorry about that,” she said sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. She looked up at the young man from under her light eyelashes, batting them slightly. “M-maybe you can help me. I-I’m a little lost,” she stated sweetly, twirling her mint green locks around her finger in an innocent gesture as she spoke and her English accent coated her words thickly.
