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She was on a beach... Not just any beach, the one she had lived on as a very small child. She could hear the crashing of the waves and the screeching of the sea gulls up above her head. There was laughter and music in the air from both locals and tourists both mingling and enjoying the warm breeze and crystal waters. Somewhere, she could smell spices in the distance from her family's restaurant that had been passed down in her father's family for generations...

And then it was cold. The scene replaced by sky scrapers and people to busy with their own lives to notice the girl sitting on the ground, barefoot and confused. where was she? What was happening? Where was her mom? Her dad? her--

Cherelle's steel eyes shot open and she squinted for a moment as she looked into the phosphorescent light above her. She had recognized where she had been in her dream.... So now where the hell was she in real life? She picked herself off the cold, hard ground and looked around. A cafeteria? Ugh, a school cafeteria. One glance around and she could just tell this had to be a school's cafeteria. But what school? Wasn't it still one day before-- Oh, wait, no. That's right. It was a day before classes started, but that was why she had come to this one. She had packed her things and had her parents drop it off to the room she would live in as she attended the privileged Hope's Peak academy. She, on the other hand, had chosen to spend an hour early in the morning to scout the area. Not a bad area. The stores had been nice enough, and what few people that had been out were friendly enough, if not skeptical of seeing someone stalking the area while riding their motorcycle. Why wouldn't they? This school got all sorts of stdents coming here, including gang leaders. They probably mistook the chef for someone trying to either recruit for a gang or trying to find a Super High School Level Biker to challenge....

Pfft.

She let out a slight, sarcastic laugh with a small shake of the head. Super High School Level. Who thought of this s**t? God, it sounded so pretentious, and yet here she had come as a Super High School Level Chef. Her first thought had been that it was some sort of a stupid joke until she actually stalked the web and saw fan threads dedicated to seeing who would be the next crop of "SHSL"s to enter the academy. Needless to say, she was uncomfortable seeing her name there on the list before she even knew if she was going or not. Still... It had promises to make her famous beyond all reason. It might even help her in her dreams. Why the ******** not? She accepted the invitation and then came here to the school so she could partake in orientation.

Although.... She didn't remember ever having come to the cafeteria. Come to think of it, hadn't she taken two steps through the front door before passing out. Either she suddenly developed some pretty wicked blood sugar, or someone somewhere was punking her. Great. Day one of this school of weirdos, and some upper-class man with a thing for sleeping gas was messing with her. "Way to greet the freshmen, guys," she huffed to herself. Still... Where was everyone? No one had yet to jump out of hiding. She couldn't even see any other students around. So what was happening?

She brought herself off the ground and dusted off her clothes. Should she investigate, or wait for the person behind this to show up? She looked to the clock and saw the time. Weren't ll the freshmen supposed to gather in the entrance at 8:30 in the morning today? Well, it was still early, so she could give herself a little bit of time to explore if she really wanted to...

Cherelle saw a door open out of the corner of her eyes and turned her head towards the movement. Sure enough, someone emerged from the door, looking happy and excited to see her. Someone she knew? Doubt it. Most of the people she knew were upitty little prats and bitches with over-indulging parents and a mightier-than-thou personality... You know, until they get a cigarette butt to the face. Then suddenly they got offended and pouty and didn't want you anywhere near them. As this girl called her miss, however, she raised an eyebrow coolly, her expression emotionless and indifferent as usual. Still, she had to admit, she liked the slight feeling of someone looking up to her... in a way other than literally looking up to her. The best part was the lack of a stalker fan vibe. Just respect.

A small, approving smirk spread on the chef's face. "You don't have to use titles with me. At least, not ones you would use as upper class men. I know I don't look it, but I'm a part of the freshman class this year."

Cherelle shoved her hands into her pockets and blinked in surprise. She groped around before yanking her hands out and going for one of the other pockets of her pants. She could deal without her cellphone for a little bit since she was usually plagued with fan texts and voice mails from the sous chef she left in charge while she was away at school, but she found her pack of smokes were gone.... And she had only smoked one of the cigarettes within the package.

She narrowed her eyes at the ground and huffed heavily. Who the hell steals cellphones and cigarettes from unconscious students? She had planned to make a better habit of not smoking in class at this school since she actually had kind of a desire to be here, but at least let her have the weight in her pocket so that in between classes or before and after school she could have a smoke break....

She came back to reality when she heard something about being lost. She looked back up to the blond chick in front of her and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Eh. Same. I kind of just woke up.... I'll take a guess that we're in the cafeteria, and from the lack of cranky old bats shooing us out, it's 8:23 in the morning," she said, pointing to the clock hanging just over where it looked like the food was supposed to be served directly from the kitchen. Although, something was off.... Even if the orientation thing was supposed to be at 8:30, shouldn't there be sign that there had been people here this morning for breakfast? She remembered during her exploration of the campus before coming to the main building that there were multiple buildings, each catered to different needs. If she recalled, this main building held the core classes of all students, and then there were buildings where second year and up students could focus on specific skills and job sets, even if it was one that they had not been invited to in the first place. Still, where was the lingering scent of this morning's breakfast? Where were the sounds of dishes being washed? Shouldn't someone be busting tables or something? Hell, it technically wasn't even the first day, so it wouldn't have even been unusual to see one or two students lingering here and catching up after break. But there was nothing but these two girls who had never met before in the cafeteria.... And from how the blond had acted, there had also not been anyone in the kitchen as well...

Cherelle frowned and crossed her arms, looking at the clock in thought. The minutes ticked on, but she wasn't too concerned with making it to the meeting on time. She was almost always late for these sort of things any ways, why change now? Still, the girl mentioning lost and found did have a point in them needing to find their things. Cherelle was missing more than just her cigarettes and cellphone... She had brought a rather nice and expensive knife set to school with her. Lord knows someone somewhere was probably doing something stupid with it and would end up cutting a finger off or something-- what with how sharp she always made sure to keep the blades.

"We should find the school entrance. Maybe that stupid orientation thing will ave teachers or upper class men handing out maps and s**t." The tall woman turned and started for the door. She had just about gotten out when she paused and turned around. "Oh, yeah. I guess I should at least introduce myself. The name is Cherelle Lourencea-- one of the top chefs in the world and the new..." she wrinkled her nose and reluctantly said, "Super High School Level Chef..." God, that sounded so tacky... But it was better than "super duper level". God, that one could induce chills... "I think I hear someone just out in the hall here. Let's go find them, and then you can tell me your name and stuff."