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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4693497" data-attributes="member: 79171">[sblock=Off to Finance Class!]Clover walked uncertainly away from Professor Jones' class. She hated being called on. But, thankfully, the possibility of being called on forced her to stay a bit more active during class. She felt proud that she had managed to look so... lively. After Professor Jones' comment, Clover found herself more than willing to want to check it out for herself. As she walked to Finance, she slowly pulled out her compact and tentatively took a look in the glass. Where just a couple days ago she had repulsed even herself, she now looked rather healthy. It wasn't the rosy hue that she had sported during life, mind you. But rather, she looked decidedly less dead. Clover managed to smile at herself in the glass, her narcissistic self managing to come to the forefront for a moment, 'Look at you, Clover! Now that's the girl you used to know. Maybe a little rough around the edges, still. But look at that! Rosy cheeks. Red lips. A corpse no longer!'She grinned to herself, wondering if her friends would notice later. Koln and Ruby hadn't, after all, been awake when she had left earlier. Presently, she found herself arriving to her Finance class. This had been one of her least favorite classes. Right up there with English, actually. But it was a necessary evil nonetheless. She pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold, bent on asking her professor the same thing that she had asked Professor Jones. But she caught herself. This guy was particularly nasty. And since Clover wasn't the best at economics to begin with, she began to reevaluate whether or not she wanted this guy calling on her left and right. For three hours straight. 'Hm... maybe I can manage to stay awake on my own. Maybe.'Putting her faith into her new found Blush of Health (I think that's what it was called?), she sat down towards the back of the room and geared up for the worst.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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