<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Storm: The unwittingly popular girl suddenly.</span></strong><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/8778/67216storm400.jpg)</div>Her full, dark brown lips part in a smile as the blond woman levels a rather brilliant and affectionate smile her way. She let out a small sigh as she felt strong but feminine arms wrap around her torso in a brief embrace. And just for that moment she allows herself to lean forward into the strong form of the stunningly beautiful woman. Her posture slumps and her chin rests onto one of her shoulders. Just for a moment she allowed someone else to support her, she allowed all of the pressure that had been mounting on her shoulders to pass onto the other woman, to help her hold them up, just for the briefest of moments. And it felt good.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh I am... in the first room to the right as you arrive on the dormitory floor via the elevator."</strong>She responds to Carol's question as to where she was residing.<strong>"As for the costume it is similar to your own in design. Black with gold trim. Take out sounds excellent... pizza? I rather found I enjoy that."</strong><br/><br/>She turns her head slightly at the sound of a calm, centered voice near the doorway to the rather simple office she used. The small smile remains on her dark lips for a moment as she allows her clear blue eyes to settle onto the green-skinned man. She remembered him from earlier, he had been one of the few males she had outright stared at. She always considered herself 'picky'. She only ate certain food, listened to certain music, wore certain clothes with certain colors. And found herself attracted to only certain people.<br/><br/>It was much like that with the green-skinned man. He had the subtle tone of a life-long Martial Artist, sleek and athletic like a coiled spring ready to expand at a moment's notice. His skin was a brilliant emerald green with odd yellow markings around his eyes. She found herself musing if he had any other markings covered by the clothing he wore.<br/><br/><strong>"Not at all, Carol and I were simply discussing dinner plans, and I was telling her about the training facilities in the sub-basement, something perhaps you might be interested in well?"</strong>But before then...<strong>"Gamoran... right?"</strong>She asks, her baritone accented voice causing her to pronounce the man's name oddly sounding much like 'Ghem-MO-ran'.