<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 tells a short story about her and colossus. She gives Yolande some advice, and then starts to think about things, waiting for Yolande to finish the list.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br/><hr/>This was almost bizarre, Salem had come into this with the lowest of expectations, and here she was, having probably the most succesful visit she’d ever had with a new student. It made sense as she thought about it.<em>‘I’ve been doing this a while.’ - ‘I’m more mature now than I was.’ - ‘God, I might even understand people a little bit.’ - ‘I’m almost ready Charles. I’m almost ready.’ </em>Salem was freely having private thoughts. Then:<em>'She's a telepath...' - '...oops. I wonder if I should...' </em>She turned around to face Yolande again. Peering out of the window had calmed her too much. She tried to stay focused on the task at hand, or to try and clear her mind. Salem had some difficulty clearing her mind, she was an urgent creature that didn't like to slow down. Her centered was a hard place for anyone to reach, even if it was Salem herself. Engaging in a real conversation had also played a rather significant part of getting her eyes to keep from wandering down to the alabaster legs that she’d suddenly found herself obsessed with.<br/><br/><strong>“No.” </strong>She answered, Yolande had alluded to her first few days being a bit conflicted.<strong>“It’s not the best start. People have had worse for sure. Hell, I did. I have a concussive laser in my eyes.”</strong>She pointed to her glasses.<strong>“My glasses came off… accidentally...blasted our resident metal man halfway across the school.”</strong>She smiled now on the fond memory of rocketing Colossus a quarter mile through the air. But she shook her head at the thought.<strong>“I could have killed him if he were anyone else.” </strong><br/><br/>Following up on Yolande’s other point,<strong>“I believe you.”</strong>Everyone was capable of good work and well used anger in Salem’s mind.<strong>“I believe that it takes hard work to do anything right, to be non-violent.” </strong>Swallowing, and closing her hidden eyes to think, she spoke,<strong>“do your best to work with the people around you.” - “If you could.”</strong><br/><br/>Salem had turned completely, and as she finished, she was leaning back against the window sill with arms crossed under her breasts, staring up into the corner of the room.<strong>“As soon as you, finish the list I’ll be on my way…”</strong>Salem walked to the other side of the room and tried to avoid direct eye contact. Scanning the room, but not really looking at anything, trying to keep her mind empty, and failing as she continued to think about the condition of the world. She simply couldn't stop her mind.<em>‘I want to ride so bad…’ - 'With a man, old or young, whatever...' - 'Or a girl, I guess.' - 'I like older men.' - 'Do I like younger woman?' -  'I think so...' - 'A good day on the highway with Rogue on the back seat...'</em>Her motorcycle had been dormant for too long.<em>‘Even if it’s cold out now. I just want out so bad…’ - 'go to a beach or a ski resort.'</em>She hadn’t thought about it in a while, how badly she wanted to leave,<em>‘just for a day... Maybe a day with Bishop...’ </em>Once the concept of Bishop hit her brain, a thousand other images lit up on the red surface of her closed eyes, some were memories, some were imaginations.