In slouches one of the last women on campus you'd ever want to see at this magnitude, Rita Jorgens.
At barely thirty years old, this baggy eyed woman looks like she's about to hit the end of her forties. Rumors say, that what is now a worn wreck of a human, used to be a preppy optimistic scientist, with hopes and dreams to change the world. They say it's the years in the competitive college climate that wore her out. Years which turned her bright blue eyes, to a cold grey, as she never achieved anything of note, and quickly faded into the background. Now Rita is nothing but set dressing for the college, always playing the reluctant second fiddle to everything, be it classroom aide, or lab assistant to the more successful Professor Rebekah Montana. Rita's ever-tired attitude causes her to barely care about appearances, always walking around with the unkempt hair she wakes up with, and the bare minimum amount of make-up and deodorant. Add to all that, the fact that she walks with a slight insecure hunch, and you'll understand why most people call her 'Repugnant Rita'.
The dead tired eyes, hidden behind a few strands of the woman's messy black hair scan an empty room.
"Huh," she says, "No one here? I swear, if that silent alarm is broken again…"
She takes a few steps forward, each one slow and labored, barely lifting her white lounger shoes of the ground. Seeing the giant white woman approach, you run towards the closest table leg, and hide behind it.
"Let's see if anything's been taken," the droopy giantess says.
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