#phqs.start

maria was not having the best day, she’d been late to both of her meetings that morning and now as she was rushing back to her room in order to get herself ready for the evening she managed to trip and drop all the files in her arms onto the floor. “shit...” she muttered under her breath bending down to pick them up, unaware that someone had turned the corner only to witness the mess.

lennon sat on her bed with her feet up against the wall, playing music from her tv. she left her bedroom door open as often as she could, she felt it was the best way to meet people, plus her adoptive parents speant a lot of money for her to have a nice room here so she figured she could leave it open for people to stop by as much as they wanted. the girl glanced at the doorway and noticed someone there. “oh hey! can i help you?” she smiled.

“In summary, that’s why you strike someone throat-first,” the combat instructor advised, clicking an ink pen in her hand. “And if you’ve got something sharp, by all means, stick it somewhere that’ll make a difference. An eyeball would be your best bet. I haven't mentioned this, but don't go easy on groin shots either. I’ve seen way too many people try to be polite to people who are trying to murder them. There are no rules in mutant war, least of all manners.” She placed the pen in the breast pocket of her t-shirt and moved her hands to her hips, looking her pupil up and down. “I think I’ve put you through enough today, so come back Tuesday and we can actually run some drills.”