<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QZIBqHx.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 spends some time doing her thing in her private dorm. She looks through the schools registry to find something to do for an hour or two. She finds Gabriel Summers' name, and the narrative smash-cuts to her walking down the halls towards Gabriel's room. She knocks on the door, and while she weights, there's a brief glimpse into her busy mind.<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/>Salem’s dorm was a simple space. It didn’t look much like a girl’s room anymore, but it most definitely wasn’t a man’s room. She had a vanity mirror with some make-up, nail polish, and so on. Her dressers had candles on them that were unlit, but often used. Her bed was always made when she wasn’t sleeping in it, and her desk looked like a display desk for a department store. Young Ms. Summers liked to limit her distractions, so there wasn’t much for decoration on the walls, or the end tables by her full sized bed. The bed was the center of Salem’s room, and the desk was off in a corner by the window. Unlike the teachers, Salem didn’t have her own bathroom. However, sharing a bathroom wasn’t the only thing in her life that reflected her orphaned upbringing.<br/><br/>The door came open, and she flicked the lights on. Salem strolled through the room without an expression on her face. She set her book bag down on her desk chair and immediately begin to put everything in its place. She took notes to keep from forgetting tomorrow’s tasks. Her early morning run was scheduled, even though it was an essential part of her day.<br/><br/>She was in a sleeping space, but it was early still, and felt like there was a lot to get done. She decided to stay dressed instead of changing into her night-time clothes. As always, she was busy and stressed, but unbothered by either. She’d just finished reordering supplies for a few of the math classes. According to her weekly schedule; she was ahead by a half of a day. She was sitting at her desk, the book bag proudly on its peg by the door. She had a pencil in her left hand, tapping at the surface and an open notebook. Energy was coursing through her.<br/><br/>Salem’s computer was in arm’s reach, a brand new laptop with a few bells and whistles.<strong>“Almost forget about you.”</strong>She said out loud. Still, after six years, she was getting used to having nice things.<em>‘Lots of new faces, these days, Academy feels busier than usual.’ </em>Her login as administrator was input before she exactly knew where she was going. In the next moment she was scanning the registry at the school. Her status as a resident Assistant gave her very little access, being able to know who was going to the school, that was one window that did open from the title.<br/><br/>Her right hand was already scribbling notes in Latin. Whenever possible, she kept notes in the dead language to practice the art, and to get used to translating from one language to another in the middle of a thought. Whenever she spotted a name she didn’t know she wrote it down, and checked notes from other administrators in another window to see if the student had been through orientation. The list also including incoming students. Of course, Charles didn’t know of every incoming student, but a few sent notifications before arrival. It was business as usual until one name suddenly popped out at her.<em>‘Summers, Gabriel.’ </em>Her name was right below it.<br/><br/><strong>“That’s weird.”</strong>Her mind seemed to glance over a few simple facts in a way that she could feel. Unable to grab onto the sensation, it slipped by. She blinked a few times, and pondered the name.<strong>“Gabriel.”</strong>Her mind did it again, flashing over an obstacle that she couldn’t sense. Salem leaned back in her chair and adjusted the Ruby Quartz on her nose.<br/><br/>Less than ten minutes later, Salem was making her way over to Gabriel’s dormroom. She didn’t know what to expect, it mostly felt like she was doing a routine drop in to say hi and check in with the new student. She’d done it nearly fifty times now in the last two years since being given the title of R.A. About fourty-five of those instances were with new female students, but the idea of dropping in to say hi to a male student wasn’t unheard of. She knew in the back of her mind what she was doing. She knew that Gabriel Summers might be her brother. It was just that the concept came so quietly to her. She felt at ease, calmed by the idea of having a brother. She’d been alone in orphanages for a long time. As her feet carried her through the long corridors of the mansion, she was a completely different person. It wasn’t just the super power to blast a laser from her face either, she’d learned worlds of knowledge here, and she’d grown into a powerful girl. Having a small morsel of family around would be nice, even if the two of them would have to start from square one.<br/><br/>She could see his dorm, and she knew her game plan, she was just going to play the helpful older student for now. It would not be polite or smart to tell him right away that they have the same last name. White lies were nice sometimes. Salem hadn’t come close to mastering human interaction by a long shot, but she knew that she was holding an atom bomb of information in her mind. The idea comforted her, but she didn’t know what kind of effect it would have on Gabriel.<br/><br/>Her knuckles rapped against the wood of the dorm room door, and she waited patiently, looking to her left to watch a few younger students laugh together. As they walked away from her towards their next class, presumably, she saw a girl with rainbow hair, growing like a wild plant. The hair almost seemed to sparkle in the light.<em>‘Heather Donald, graduating soon, nasty little thing, she looks healthy.’ </em>Salem’s mind was always busy, she thought about her brief contact with the Rainbow haired girl over the years as she waited for Gabriel to come to the door.<em> ‘She’s grown up a lot’ - ‘used to be like a wet cat looking for a place to stay wet’ - ‘So many boys so young, what’s she got that I don’t…’ - ‘the hair is exciting, sure, and she’s not afraid to show off skin.’ - ‘I had to tell her to cover up for the first two years she was here…’ - ‘haven’t seen her with anyone lately.’ - ‘She’s been, just, happy and childish like that’ - ‘Good for her.’</em>