Makes me a sad panda.FINALLY. I am sorry about the stories format but copying pasting from rtf doesnt really help with the reading structure.... and I...am not personally fixing that. Not yet. I had successful parents, and in other words, my position in Kelly College as well as the disgraced "Beckys", was secure. Not only was my place in this school secure, but I also had benefits. My dorm room was large, which I shared with my friend Alex, a German boy whom had preoccupied his time with an. Despite what he wanted her to think, Whyte wasn’t The Joker; his goons weren’t about to rappel down from the skylights, firing machine guns, wearing costumes, and being named around a theme.The murmur was rising now, as people even more unaccustomed to inconvenience than most began shouting at their phones for failing to give them a signal. Waving and holding their phones at arm’s length and up in the air, trying to get a bar.And then, as quickly as it began, it ended. Most of the attendees. This was no rock ’n’ roll chick, or some coltish American ingénue with tattoos, or even worse some dope smoking tutti frutti crazy chick to melt your credit card: no this was a young lady with elegance and flair, a Japanese Audrey Hepburn. Pretty young Minako was a veritable Japanese princess. Yet also beyond her surface gloss of feminine perfection Minako-san seemed very intelligent and fun. John could sense that under the surface there was a molten-core of a sensual woman yearning to be. Sure and light footed was a good sign of a good sword fighter. Morgan was on the same thought pattern as the Admiral. He was an agile and very smooth dancer, which meant he was good with a sword. Morgan knew that he was trying to unsettle her, and he was doing a damn fine job of it too. A deep voice shattered her thoughts. ‘You dance beautifully Morgan…’ ‘Are we on first name basis now Admiral?’ She responded hastily and bitterly, still avoiding his eye contact. Laurence tensed slightly but.