<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 introduces herself, and tries to appeal to Yolande's shallow nature by doing a speed run of her RA pitch while focusing on luxury items, and avoiding the idea of a tour. She avoids a few other things, she doesn't ask for the girl's name because she knows it. And she avoids trying to enter the room, sensing the displeasure in the other girl's posture and positioning.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br/><hr/>Salem’s ears perked as Yolande cursed on the other side of the door. She smirked and exhaled.<em>‘Damn.’</em>She let her breath out, a pinch of dejection in her decision.<em>‘I should have waited another night.’ - ‘too late now. Can’t go running away.’ - ‘It’ll be worse the second time if you just cut bait and throw in the towel.’</em>She steadied herself. Salem had a strong sense of self and a dominant role to play in her own life. She had to make her own way, and the paving of the road never stopped. In all respects, she was cursed. For the most part, that laser beam coming from her face had caused a lot of trouble. But it had gotten her to this point. She could defend herself, and she’d learned to be capable. The girl clearly didn't want to have been bothered, and this conversation was likely going to end with two women slightly more upset than they were before. But some work would be accomplished. Sometimes, upsetting someone was the right thing to do.<em>‘You can’t be everyone’s friend.’</em>She couldn't help but feel like a bellhop sometimes though.<br/><br/>There was a distinct feeling in the air as the door opened.<em>‘I am not gonna get along with this bitch.’</em>Salem knew the woman was psychic, but thoughts just happened in Salem's head most of the time.<br/><br/>Salem bristled at the sight of her. She hadn’t seen the woman before, not on the television or on the internet. She knew that she was going to meet her eventually, and she didn’t want to know too much about her right away. That kind of thing spoiled first impressions. She had not expected someone that intimidating on ther side of the door. The other girl was demanding her reason for coming to the room immediately. Salem’s cheek tightened into a subtle sneer. She did her best to cover the expression with a smile. Salem’s half smile was far from showy, and it faded quickly back to the resting bitch-face that she had accidentally adopted over the years. Salem was doing a good job of staying calm. Yolande seemed rather upset right away.<em>‘Definitely should have waited.’ - ‘Oh, I am not a fan of her tone.’ </em>Salem couldn’t tell right away, but it wasn’t that much different than her own speaking voice.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m Salem. I’m the RA here. Well I’m…”</strong>That had sounded authoritarian. her head bobbed to the side and her hand gestured gently by her hip.<strong>“One of the RA’s here.” - “I’m dropping by to lend a hand if you need one about...hn, anything.” </strong>She was being helpful and kind, but she was trying to get this over with.<br/><br/>Her observant eyes moved behind the curtain of ruby quartz. She looked into the room and tried her best to assess the situation. She could quickly determine a few things just by Yolande’s file and her general tone. She was distracted for a moment. There were a number of innocent character judgement and prejudice blowing through Salem's mind unnoticed; she could really only focus on one thing for a few seconds.<em>‘She has an attached bathroom…’</em>Her upper lip actually quivered once.<br/><br/>A few obvious context clues about Yolande's personality had found footing in Salem's mind. 'Wealthy, generally rude, frustrated.' - 'Really frustrated...' - 'Fuck, I would be too.'  Her envy was unavoidable. But it swam past as she continued her adapted speed pitch. No matter what, Salem would do her job. She was the catalyst between Xavier's students and most of the staff. The teachers only had so much time. Of course, Salem only had so much time as well. Following up quickly after her last section of the pitch, she continued with her cautiously false, yet hardly practiced speech pattern. Everything she said made it sound like Yolande should probably be relieved to see her. It was risky, it was probably irritating as well. But, there was a small chance that Salem could say the right thing, so she winged it.<br/><br/><strong>“A different bed, better sheets,”</strong>Salem was trying to appeal to the girls obvious luxurious tastes.<strong>“We have a lot of extra things in the mansion.”</strong>Salem would know, she did the inventory.<strong>“different soap, clothes, towels." - "A fishtank.”</strong>She talked clearly and quickly.<strong>“Instead of having to run through the empty offices trying to find the staff,”</strong>She chuckled a bit there. The x-men were busy from time to time, and there wasn’t always a receptionist at the front desk, so to speak.<strong>“You can always find me. I’m in the dorms on the west side of the house,"</strong>Her tone shifted downward without notice, but not far.<strong>"There’s a... pegboard... on my door.”</strong>Salem didn’t seem too excited about the pegboard.