<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Meticulous<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem invites herself in, agrees to buying Yolande alcohol, and starts to understand that she just might get along with this woman better than she thought.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br/><hr/>Salem wasn’t entirely positive if her planned had worked right away. But she had at least intrigued Yolande enough to avoid having the dorm room door slammed in her face. Salem nodded calmly at Yolande’s suggestion, to get her own things shipped here.<strong>“Absolutely, we do that all the time. It’s a pretty common suggestion actually. I’d be happy to help”<br/></strong><br/>Salem almost pulled out her pen and paper right there, but she had a feeling that she was actually providing a needed service now. Not only had that come unexpectedly, but Yolande was one of the first students in a while to outright accept her help upon introduction. Even if the conversation went well, it was rare that a student was willing to immediately go on a tour. She lived in a strange place, and no one here had lived a normal life. As far as Salem could tell, there were only about two or three students that had gotten to experience anything close to a regular life.<br/><br/>Salem was than confronted with a choice,<em>‘Alcohol…’ - 'eighteen.' - 'Born wealthy. Foreign. She knows how to drink.'</em>Salem was old enough to drink, and she had never done it. She thought about where this girl came from, and what she’d been through in the last few days.<strong> “I really shouldn’t… But no one’s going to catch if I do. So... I will.” </strong>Salem checked over her shoulder, just to make sure there wasn’t a silent foot in her blind spot. Her voice shifted down and her serious tone came out.<strong>“You’ve been through some shit…” </strong>She softened her face with the terse declaration. And she had a natural nod as she did, it looked like she was validating her own opinion. She paused to take a breath in. The redhead had heard the news through the grapevine the day before. Her calm and collected sales pitch was over. But, she reeled it in, she didn't want to get vindictive in that moment. But she was visibly angry about how Yolande and the rest of mutant kind was being treated. Her breath had calmed her down and she shook her head once to the left to clear the remnants of the rage.<br/><br/><strong>“Is it ok If I come in?” </strong>She’d found some confident footing, and she was surprised to find that she almost got along with Yolande. Inviting herself in, Salem wasn’t exactly being suggestive. She had very recently discovered that she might be interested in women, and this girl was a particularly powerful specimen. However, Salem just wanted to get a good physical list of the girls desires so that she didn’t miss anything important.<strong> “I can get an inventory of items that you want here from home... an inventory of other desirables… what kind of liquor you like.”</strong>Salem gestured to her bag that was just big enough to hold a notebook. It was open, and her paper was visible inside.<br/><br/>She was still Salem, she hardly noticed that the other person was exposing skin. There was too much going on in her mind to go that place at that time. There had also been a lot of flirting on the tennis court from a few days before. It had almost worn that part of her brain out.