
-Lunara-
What's next for me in this life?
Will I find my way or be lost?
All I can do is just breathe and go...
Lunara reached the gate in a run, seeing someone else open it and quickly moving step around them as she said, "Sorry, kind of in a hurry here." And she was off again across the campus, large backpack swung over one shoulder, bokken carried in her other hand, long, dark violet hair trailing after her. Her attire was rather normal, a pale violet top, dark grey, short pleated skirt, a pair of knee-length boots and dark leggings with a few holes in them around the knees. Yet, despite her normal clothes, her looks were incredibly beautiful and mature.
She kept on going, just knowing she was late and hardly noticing the other students unless they were right in her way. She even jumped over some of the shorter students, not having a faster way past them in some cases. She was a bit tall for her age, so it wasn't that hard, she just had to make sure she didn't hit one of them with her bokken by accident.
As she got inside, she kept up her pace, but got turned around somehow and realized she was heading for the kitchen. She cursed to herself silently and ran faster, hoping something would make this work better. Unfortunately, she wasn't watching where she was going anymore and suddenly ran right into something dark and solid, causing her to sort of bounce back and fall onto her rear, letting out a short yell in surprise. She blinked up at the obstacle and realized it was a person and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going and... aw, great, my stuff went everywhere." She noticed her backpack had fallen off her shoulder in the fall and came open, sending her clothes and other personal items across the floor. So she took what was left of her dignity and started picking things up and stuffing them back into her bag, making sure to go for the more... embarrassing items before anyone saw them, not really paying attention to the person she'd run into or his blue-haired companion.
...I'm not just a pretty face
...Cross me and you'll be in a world of hurt
...But that's not a place I want to be.