<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting Her New Roommate<br/><hr/><br/>The tour had concluded and if there was one thing that Medusa had really gotten from it, it was one thing.  This was nothing like the streets of Chicago and she was not going to be able to behave the same way that she'd been behaving for most of her life.  Here there were rules, firmly laid down and enforced.  She was expected to attend classes, something that she hadn't done since she was nine or ten, a fact that had been noticed by Charles and she wondered if that meant she'd be forced to endure extra classes to 'catch up' to where she should be.  She was also, given her circumstances, told that she couldn't leave the campus unless it was approved by Charles and accompanied by a member of the staff.  She had also been forced to register as a mutant against her will.  And all of these things were backed by a fact that made her extremely upset.  The fact that if she didn't follow these guidelines to the letter, she could very well find herself in the deepest darkest cell in some prison with a blackout visor over her eyes to ensure she couldn't look anyone in the face.<br/><br/>Given that she detested the idea of being locked in a small cell like that for the rest of her life, or at good chunk of it at any rate, she had agreed to come here with Xavier.  The man seemed to be the good sort, not reading her mind despite the fact that she knew that he could.  And she was glad of that too since she'd had more than a few snide thoughts about his wheelchair, among other things.  After laying down the rules, she had been handing over to another student in the form of Salem Summers, who had directed the tour with her and a few others who were also new to the school, although most for far different reasons that her.  Once the tour was concluded, she was directed towards the room that she would be staying in.  There was only one thing about it that made her a bit concerned.  She would have a roommate.<br/><br/>She had never really done well with roommates.  She'd always done her best to ensure that she had some little bit of a personal bubble when she slept at night.  The only person who she had ever broken that rule for had been Him and while she had enjoyed that, she was less sure that she would enjoy this.  The fact that her roommate would absolutely be another girl was also something that weighed on her mind.  She had never roomed with another girl before and had no idea how that would go.  Would she like it?  Would she hate it?  What type of person would her roommate be?  Would she be a street kid like Medusa was or would she be some girl from a good family who freaked out about her being a mutant or something else?  She had none of these answers at this point and while not knowing what the future held was a common situation for her, it was still extremely unsettling for her and she hated being unsettled.<br/><br/>Medusa ended up standing outside of the door for a few minutes, staring at it.  At one point she even wondered how far she might be able to get if she tried to run right now.  Probably not very far.  Charles would probably have some way to track her down and if the police didn't find her first, then one of his people, X-men they called themselves she'd learned, would find her and bring her right back here.  And she was sure that Charles would be waiting with some other form of restriction to keep a better eye on her.  No, running away wasn't an option this time.  She was just going to have to find a way to deal with the situation that she was in and try to make the best of it.  Then again, if she thought about it logically, she couldn't really complain too much.  She wouldn't have to worry about a place to sleep or food in her stomach, which was a nice change of pace for her.  She wasn't entirely sure how clothing worked, but she was sure someone would sort her out eventually.  All in all, it wasn't a bad deal for someone that had spent her entire life scratching and clawing to survive.<br/><br/>So, with that in mind, she picked up her duffel bag that was full of what few possessions she had been allowed to bring with her, and reached for the doorknob.  It twisted easily and when she pushed open the door, it opened soundlessly before she walked into the room.  She immediately saw two beds in the room, which was a relief.  For some strange reason, she had feared that there would only be one as odd as that seemed.  Setting her bag down next to the one that looked like it was unoccupied, she then would turn her focus towards finding her roommate, forcing down her nerves as she braced herself against the unknown.......