She watched through the tinted windows of the car as it pulled up, and she knew that she would be so very out of place here. Cerise stared out with icy gray eyes as the Academy towered before her like a giant castle, or a villa for the most wealthy people she could dare to imagine. And to think, she thought her penthouse at the Grand Divoe was nice... The car pulled up and came to a slow halt, and she was ushered out. The door opened and she pulled a big Grand Casino duffel bag out, the strap going across her chest as she began the slow trek.
Cerise was supposed to be at the school earlier, but she didn't quite make it. Making it to Blackwald from Las Vegas while still trying to close out her home, pack up all her things and sell the majority of it; it made things difficult.
As she walked, her eyes fell over her clothes once more, wondering how badly she'd stick out. She wore a pair of loose dark gray pants that were smooth almost like dress pants with many pockets and red slack straps hanging by her sides, held up by a white leather belt with a Spade belt buckle. Her top was a white spaghetti strapped tank top that was rather short, and covered by a small gray and black pin-stripe vest buttoned up with a smooth collar folded down and ironed flat. And to top it all off, she wore a black fedora with a white ribbon, and a pair of black and white Chuck Taylors (converses).
The young woman stepped inside, staring about with her silvery eyes, glossed full lips pursed in confusion as she reached up and brushed a lock of thick dark brown hair behind her ear.
"Well, wonder which way to go to the dorms..." She pondered aloud, staring down the hallways.