Thread: A Fun Little Game of Cat and Spider (Vash x Bubbles)

Well, I think that does it. Peering into the mirror, Felicia Hardy did the finishing touches on pulling her hair back. She did the traditional female head tilt, looking at herself from all angles. It was a new day, and a new school and she for one, felt like making a bit of effort. However, as she peered a bit closer into her reflection, she scowled. The dark circles were still under her eyes. She dabbed on a bit more cover up, smiling slightly. The tired she felt was worth the exhilaration of her, side job. She stole a glance at a pearl bracelet upon her dresser, and despite the temptation to wear it, left it where it sat. She couldn't risk being found out, not so soon after returning to New York. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Felicia grabbed her backpack, patted down her black skirt, and grabbing her keys and phone, sauntered out the door. An hour or so later, Felicia was more than a bit flustered. She was late for class, her first day. That was making a good impression. She groaned inwardly to herself, knowing she had to keep up the air of a simple student. 'If you want something, go for it 100.' her fathers words rang in her head and she squared her shoulders. He was right, she wouldn't let this little bump mess up anything for her. Looking up, she could just see the tip of the school building just a few streets away. With a quickened pace, she strode forward, determined to do what she was best at, giving that 100 percent. As she neared the school, she saw another boy running across the lawn, and couldn't help but grin. At least she wasn't the only one who was late. Although, she was a special case, transferring into the school nearly a quarter of the way in. Yet, her finances were stable and her grades were good enough for the school to see past the strangeness of her sudden transfer in. 100 percent. She muttered, looking up at the large school before her. She could have gone to a different campus, one that was easier and more relaxed. Yet Felicia felt herself drawn to this particular school. Perhaps it was the grandeur of the building, or the complexion of the topics she was taking. Despite the reasons, here she stood. After taking a moment to soak it in, Felicia took the first step. She gave a tentative knock on the classroom door, opening the door with a soft squeak. She bit her lower lip for a moment as the attention focused on her. Excuse me, are you perhaps Dr. Connors? She asked tentatively, double checking a piece of paper her classes her marked on. Yes? And might you be. He asked seemingly annoyed that she had interrupted his lecture. Oh, Felicia Hardy, Sir. She muttered the last part of the sentence, I just transferred here, I hope the board informed you I would be joining this class. She continued, her gaze fixing itself on the teacher. Ah, yes. I hope you know class started about an hour ago. Transfer or not, there is no excuse for tardiness. Isn't that right Mr. Parker? Dr. Connors seemed amused by his joke. Find a seat, and we can talk after class Mrs. Hardy. Felicia gave a curt nod, and readjusting her backpack found a seat just a row down and a few seats to the left of the Mr. Parker. who Dr. Connors had mentioned. She vaugly wondered if he was the one she had seen earlier, sprinting across the grass. Giving a mental shrug, she got herself adjusted, mind already starting to wander to the jewelry store she planned on visiting soon.