<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/DemeterHouseAvi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Clementine "CeCe" Culpepper<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robin<br/><hr/>It was lunch time and CeCe was just looking for a place to sit down for a bit away from the hustle and the bustle of the day.  The breakfast was wonderful and not because of the food.  That was wonderful too, but the companionship made it all the better.  It felt nice to be appreciated in such a lovely way.  Sometimes even being appreciated over and over again.  That was especially nice.  But then came the work.  Classes were tough on CeCe and least the once that revolved around the use of powers.  She didn’t want everyone to know what she could do.  Some of it was kind of embarrassing.  “No young man is going to want a girl that is stronger than he is.  Men like to feel powerful so don’t go picking them up with you hug them.  It isn’t very ladylike to use the keg as your mug.”  The insecurities had been hammered into her first by her mother and then by the head mistress of the finishing school.  She was okay with the agility stuff and she didn’t mind demonstrating her amazing hearing, but the speed and strength were embarrassing.  So the classes were exhausting mentally and emotionally.<br/><br/>CeCe was carrying a small wicker picnic basket.  In it was her lunch, that included a lovely little salad with her favorite homemade honey mustard vinaigrette and some cucumber tea sandwiches and her freshly made cranberry pecan scone.  As she walked her ears picked up an interesting sound.  It was a familiar metallic ting and scrape she used to hear her mom make often.  Curious as to where it was coming from and who was making it CeCe followed the comforting sound of home until she rounded a corner between two buildings and found a small bench occupied by pink haired young man?  He looked familiar, a lot like Robin, but not quite.  This Robin’s features were stronger around the jawline that was clenched, focusing on his…her…their work.  They were knitting something, but CeCe wasn’t sure what it was from where she was standing.<br/><br/>“Hello.” She said not wanting to assume this was Robin though they really liked like the androgynous roommate of Sakurako’s.  They had had little chance to talk though in the first few weeks of school so she didn’t want to assume that this was the very same.  Maybe it was their brother.  “I was just looking for a quiet place to have some lunch.  Do you mind if I sit?”<br/>