<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/r66xVCl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers || "Cyclops"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Locker Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 16th, 10PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cam<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Finding Cam in the locker room. Cyclops is starting to change clothes, not so shyly.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>X-men gear<br/><hr/>Cyclops was in full gear, new gear, updated, and made for her upon graduation. Her visor was the same, but everything else was different, black and blue with yellow trimming, a full body suit, slim fitting, kevlar, leather and polymer fabrics and high density polyethylene plates, thin and strong.<br/><br/>She was in the danger room for almost three hours that night with an errant mind, set off and motivated beyond belief. Cyclops was running a simulation of close quarters melee combat. With each motion, another thought fired her up even more than she had been before.<em> ‘Not doing enough!’ - ‘Too vulnerable.’ - ‘Too reliant on powers.’ - ‘weak.’ </em>She was surrounded by larger men with knives and chains, trying to overwhelm her. There were three simulations fighting with her. Cyclops was fighting angry and focused.<em>‘Girly, Salem! Fix it!’ - ‘Have to be womanly, have to grow up!’ - ‘work harder’ - ‘stop bitching.’ - ‘not, enough, time.’ - ‘Chapter ten, the story ends.’ - ‘You have to choose to end it.’ - ‘Stop reacting.’ - ‘End problems before the start.’ - ‘Be more.’ - ‘Over exert.’ - ‘Harder, c’mon Salem!’ </em><br/><br/>She left there bruised and exhausted. It was nearly ten when the young woman opened the doors to the danger room and started toward the locker room. It felt like there should have been people leaving the danger room with her, it had always been that way. But she was considered a grown up now at the school, and that came with all kinds of new privileges and responsibilities. One of them was that she could use the danger room without supervision now. Looking over her shoulder once, she cleared her head,<em>‘that’s right. Simulations in the room, not real people.’ </em>They had been Kitty Pryde, Logan, and Rogue. Salem smiled to herself, glad that all three of those people were alive and well at the mansion. Her mind lingered on Logan for a long while.<br/><br/>She was too sweaty and hot to keep her uniform on completely, but there was a small chance of running into a student or another teacher in the corridor through the sub-basement. Cyclops’ gloves came first, they hadn’t looked like gloves. They were thin and rubbery, but not constricting and suffocating, padded, armored, and flame retardant. The zipper on her uniform came down to the point just above cleavage exposure, Salem was almost nude under the body suit. Her exhaustion showed on her face, but so did her vibrant excitement from working so hard. The runner’s high was a fighter’s high too.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The wonderful timbre of Cam singing Lily Allen. Salem wasn’t a good singer, she wished she was, but she had a bratty broadway voice that she couldn’t seem to get rid off. If someone were to train her to take her nose out of the equation, they would find that she was a pleasant alto with a good range into Soprano and Tenor, but for the most part, she just did her best not to sing in front of people, or by herself.<br/><br/>Salem wasn’t much of a singer at all, but she loved the sound of others who could manage it. Cam was special enough to bring Salem’s spirit up even higher just at the sound of the song. Salem loved the song too, she only listened to music for the lyrics, and occasionally to feel sexy when she was by herself on a lonely night. Salem was less passionate about art than some people her age. She was too mature, and too active in a responsible way to sit down and enjoy something like an artistic television show, or good album. She could play the piano enough to understand music, but Salem had a rhythmic problem when she played. Like most things in her life, it was deduced down to either abstract or useful.<br/><br/>The song Cam was singing was very useful, and Salem was tempted to sing along to show how much she appreciated the behavior, but instead she came up to her locker in relative silence, humming the piano in the song fairly on time.<br/><br/>Cyclops’ locker was still on the students side of the room, and she figured she’d keep it that way for a while. Most of the people her age at the school were students, and not teachers, and she’d changed in the same spot for the last six years, she didn’t want to change it now. She unlocked her cage door about five feet away from Cam, by chance, their lockers were close together.<strong>“Hey,” </strong>she started casually. Her face was blushed as well as her neck from the session in the danger room. Her blood was still hot and her heart was pounding hard.<br/><br/>She didn’t realize it, but she was almost short of breath still,<strong>“I love that song.”</strong>Salem withdrew a towel and some clothing, and sat down, working on the buckles to her uniform. Like, Cam, she removed her shoes first, they were sleek for combat boots, and womanly, byt they looked sturdy, and there was metal in the toe and the heel.<strong>“I don’t mind if you keep singing.” </strong><br/><br/>Once the boots were off, she continued the work on the straps and buckles on her chest, and along her arms. It was a complex Uniform, and not every buckle was designed to keep her clothed, most of them were there for other accesories. She pulled the zipper down to her navel and the uniform off of her shoulders. It occurred to her as she was taking it off that Cam was the only person so far to have seen her in it. She tried not to draw too much attention to it, but she was still sort of learning how to take it off.<br/><br/>Salem was a prude by trade, but she wasn’t a shy girl, and locker rooms had never made her shy or nervous about her body. Growing up in orphanages made groups of people feel safe around each other. It was a bit awkward with just<em>one</em>other person in the room, but Salem was always kind of awkward.<br/><br/><strong>“So! Whatchu up to tonight?”</strong>She reached into the locker again for a bag of toiletries and her Ruby-quartz sunglasses. She could shower with her visor on, but she liked to clean her entire face. As the two girls made the start of a locker room conversation, Salem unclasped the back of her visor and pulled it away from her closed eyes. She was controlled and careful with her tools and herself as she exposed the dangerous part of her face for just a moment.<br/><br/>Once the glasses were on, she started to peel away at her uniform. It came off more easily than she thought it would. It didn’t stick to her like she had expected. It had been just as easy when she was testing it out, dry, and cool. Coming off of her shoulders, Salem’s near-nakedness was a bit less than sudden. She was wearing a sports bra, but she wasotherwise topless under the uniform, and she’d lowered it down to her waist, freeing her arms as well.