<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gfXiZgF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gabriel Summers<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem is blown back by the earnest qualities of her estranged brother. She tries to keep up and answer his questions. She misses a few points, but not much. In an attempt to communicate better in a moment with a lot of sudden depth, Salem removes her glasses to show him her entire face, sans her open eyes. In the end, she has a very important question for Gabriel.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br/><hr/><br/><em>‘Oh, this is too strange. He can’t be my brother. He’s barely… real.’</em>Salem was flabbergasted. She could hardly respond. Salem had already closed the door to his dorm. She’d already sat in the chair she’d been offered. She was still gathering herself, listening to him speak in his strange manner.<em>‘What is this life?’ - ‘He’s not from America? What is this accent?’</em>Salem couldn’t keep herself from smiling when he said that he wanted to be her friend.<em>‘He’s so friendly.’ </em>She was collecting the truths coming out of him in random order. She’d missed key words, here and there. So, she needed to put the puzzle pieces together as they continued to come in. It was like a Tetris game of personal conversation. Surprisingly, Salem liked the way he spoke. It was almost nice, and not unlike the way she liked to talk.<br/><br/><em>‘Energy powers, neat.’ - ‘Not a lot of people with powers like ours. Mines red. His is yellow.’ - ‘He’s so excitable,’ - ‘this is fascinating!’ - ‘No RA’s… where I’m from.’ - ‘Where in the hell… H’e almost like…’ - ‘what?’ </em><br/><br/>Salem had heard something very disturbing. She creased her brow, hidden behind her glasses as she heard details to the most fantastically tragic and endlessly tortured reality she’d ever heard.<em>‘Pit fights!’ - ‘gladiator arena.’ - ‘Oh, I’m a basic bitch…’</em>Everything else rolled in like a tidal wave, Salem was struggling to catch the facts as they swam passed in a frenzy.<em>‘I have to slow him down, or I’m going to forget something,’ - ‘do it now Salem.’</em><br/><br/><strong>“Ok,” </strong>he’d just asked about the tour.<strong>“We can go on the tour, but I’d like to talk for a little bit if that’s ok with you.”</strong>she smiled, and let out a laugh.<strong> “I’m just going to try and keep up here.”</strong>She sat back in the chair, unaware that she’d been perched like a canary as she listened.<strong>“Energy powers, good. We should train together soon. We’ll use the danger room, I can’t really practice that much anywhere else. Too dangerous.” </strong>She paused and looked up to her left.<strong>“My last name is Summers, not Suuh-uhm. I was afraid to tell you, because I didn’t want to freak you out…”</strong>She took a labored breath and continued.<strong>“I saw your name before I came here, and I had a feeling that you might have been my brother. I’m an orphan, so I don’t have family. It’s a rare name, so I was being cautious.”</strong><br/><br/>She took a moment to collect herself.<strong>“I’m going to take of my glasses, don’t be afraid.” </strong>She protected Gabriel by closing her eyes and taking the glasses off. There was a glow of red behind her eyelids. She rubbed at them and stretched the muscles around her eyes. She kept the glasses off, well aware that it was easier for people to talk to her when she didn’t have a shield over her face.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m Salem Summers. It’s nice to meet you Gabriel.” </strong>She looked up to him without using her eyes, showing him her face, as if her eyes were open.<strong>“I’d like to take the chance to try and answer the biggest question you asked there.” </strong>Salem was astounded by history, and she thought that she might be the most well prepared person to answer his question.<strong>“World powers, leadership, and community.”</strong>She allowed her thoughts to order themselves.<strong>“It’s too big to explain in anything besides a classroom environment. But this is how it makes sense to me. It’s all about Free Will, and humanities desire to choose their own future. I don’t want anyone to tell me what to do, and I’ll fight to protect that. I’d die…”</strong>She’d never said this out loud.<strong>“I would die to protect that. However, there’s a dark side to free will as well. Those in power still have free will. And Power corrupts. No one can be in a powerful position without losing their mind. Our presidents, and dictators, and our kings, and parliaments… They’re not perfect systems, but they’re better than slavery. And, they’re the best things we’ve come up with yet.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“So…”</strong>Salem had her own big question.<strong>“You’re not from Earth?”</strong><br/>