#disstoretion

bad den anyway yeah proof that with nice effects anything is possible))

Theron wandered the school grounds even more, trying to avoid returning to find where she'd been placed in the dorms. The last thing she really wanted was to be stuck living with someone, but she had been told it was inevitable. With her hands stuck in her pockets (although the bottoms of the pockets were certainly jutting out of the long rips that went down the thighs of the pants--she wore leggings so her skin didn't show) the Amarok strolled about in a pensive manner, looking more like a wild animal trapped in a cage than a new student at a massive, illustrious school. She couldn't shake her years-long paranoia--at every moment, she feared ambush, or something worse, although there was no logical reasoning behind it.