<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/8KMX1yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Highlights" - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>TV room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Medusa<br/><strong>Content:</strong>The famous 'whats your power' conversation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This Hoody (http://i.imgur.com/cenA6BF.jpg) - These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - And This Kiss Shirt (http://i.imgur.com/VNYdLNb.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br/><hr/><strong>“Thanks.”</strong>Heather was a gentle girl, she was especially sparing then as she crossed the room toward Abigail.<br/><br/>Heather was a sweet person with a lot of problems. And all of them were currently hiding under her naked left arm. This was a refreshing opportunity. It was rare for her to come across someone that had no idea what kind of person she was. Smiling, Heather made her way over to the small couch and squeezed in against the far end. She didn’t want to send any kind of open message to the girl. Immediately, Heather found several things to be very attractive about this midnight-blonde pixie dream girl in her tv room. But she knew it would be in bad nature to act on them immediately. She was a slut, but she had some restraint, and she wasn’t feeling so sexy at the moment.<br/><br/>She still looked sexy, she wasn’t wearing makeup at all, and her clothing was anything but naturally appealing, but she couldn’t really hide herself. Even in the worst of moods, muddy, and crying, there was something to Heather that made her permeate sexuality.<br/><br/>As she sat down she pulled her knees up into her chest and let the movie wash over her. It was a simple joy, enjoying a film. Heather had always been able to find the wonder and the excitement in any movie, even if she didn’t like the genre, even if it was scary, even if it didn’t make sense, and even if she’d come in to watch it late. One of her best traits was that she didn’t really ask questions about what she was watching. It made her an ideal partner for watching anything. Because she had no preference, and she never needed backstory or explanation.<br/><br/>It also meant that talking about other things during the film was just as exciting as watching. So when Abi started introducing hersel, she turned to face the blonde happily. There was no distinct smile on her face, but she was clearly enjoying the idea of talking to someone.<strong>“Hi.”</strong>Her voice was a cheery bell of good taste.<strong>“I’m Highlights. My hair grows like this… on my legs too.” </strong>She was holding a clump of hair in her hand and holding it in front of her face. Sometimes, it was still odd to think that her hair was growing in rainbow patterns. She would have been so jealous of herself if it had never happened.<br/><br/><strong>“It’s nice to meet you. It makes sense though… That we haven't met yet. This is your first night.”</strong>She trailed off, some of the action in the movie stealing her attention for a split second. Turning back, her eyelids fluttered and she made eye contact again.<strong>“I Don’t usually sleep, so I’m in here almost every night for a little while.”</strong>One of her legs fell down to the floor and she turned her hips toward Abigail. She wasn’t facing her, but opening herself up to more conversation.<br/><br/>Heather felt the question lingering,<strong>“My mutation is pretty useless. But if you’re feeling tired I can fix that for ya.”</strong>She made a joke and an offer at the same time. She was giggling in her words very softly, the feintest hint of a laugh hidden in necessary syllables.<strong>“I’m like a people battery, I guess. I can store energy and give it to people who are running low on it.”</strong>Xavier had also been trying to teach her to use her powers as a field medic, but the idea of being in battle, and healing people who might be dying scared her.<br/><br/><strong>“Whaaaat iis- your thing?”</strong>Heather knew that the question could have sounded rude, so she put an affectation on it to make it more of a playful hint than anything else. It was almost an unwritten rule for mutants at the school to ask about each other’s powers. In normal schools, the question is ‘what’s your major.’ At Xavier’s mansion, it was much more complicated.<strong>“We all have a thing, round here.”</strong>Her eyes flashed up to the corner of the room to gesture to the rest of the mansion. Her eyes weren’t on the television anymore, and it never occurred to Heather that Abi might rather be watching the movie.<br/><br/><strong>    </strong><br/><em>    </em><br/>