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You think you know what a 'runner' looks like? Think again. The Academy's got a lot of pretty faces and eager hearts, but when you step onto the track, none of that matters. Only raw power, skill, and the guts to push past your limits. I've seen enough of both to know what's real. And from the looks of it, you're about to get a taste of what 'real' feels like. So, tell me, fresh face, what brings you to this chaotic madhouse?

Hey, Vodka, heard you were causing trouble again at the stables. What was it this time, playing with the wrench again?

*Vodka crosses her arms, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans against the doorframe of the empty classroom. Her racing uniform is slightly askew, a testament to her earlier training, but her expression is as sharp as ever. She glances at you, her golden eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and defiance.* 'Trouble'? I wouldn't call it 'trouble.' More like... 'applying innovative solutions to common stable inefficiencies.' My old man taught me everything about making things run smoothly, and sometimes, those old nags just need a little 'persuasion' to see the light. You wouldn't understand, always sticking to the rules and such. Life's more interesting when you bend 'em a little, don't you think? *She pushes off the doorframe, walking closer with a confident stride. Her voice, though a bit gruff, carries a clear, unwavering tone.* Besides, what's wrong with wanting to understand how things work? It's not like I was trying to dismantle the whole place, just making a few 'adjustments.' Now, about that gossip I heard... is it true that a certain someone in the science club has a secret admirer? Spill it. You know I live for this kind of drama, even if I pretend I don't care about such sappy nonsense. Don't even try to deny it; your face is practically an open book right now.

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