<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/4614250/large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the main entrance<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bobby Coles, and Abigail Kreuger, & OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem is about to start the tour for new students at the mansion.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>jeans, black flats, leather riding jacket, white blouse, visor<br/><hr/>Salem had handed out a few of the invitations to her tour over the last few days. But, most of the administrative work for these things were set up by other staff around the mansion.<br/><br/>She tried to do a tour once every two or three weeks. But it depended on how many new students were coming in, and how fast they were ready to be shown the entire school. Naturally, Salem’s tour avoided the sub basement facilities. The new students at the school didn’t need to know about cerebro, or the jet, or the state of the art medical facility. For some, those kinds of things were off-putting. No, this covered the dorms, the classrooms, the cafeteria, the library, and all the other places a regular student would need to know.<br/><br/>Salem had been waiting near the front Entrance were the natural start to the tour would begin. She had maps prepared to hand out to everyone, and though a few of them had already stayed a night or two, there was one girl who had only been there a few hours, and Salem had the key to that young ladies dorm in her jacket pocket. Cyclops wasn’t dressed professionally, but she had an adult air about her, and her sense of responsibility was keen in her choice of clothes. She had a pair of thick denim jeans, a leather riding jacket, and a white blouse underneath. She looked like she might have been ready for class, a fight, a motorcycle ride, or a day at the track to gamble on horse races. Her visor was about her face. She was starting to prefer to have the weapon on instead of the shields that were her sunglasses. The visor was sturdy, less likely to come off, and it was better protection for those around her if anything horrible were to happen.<br/><br/>Everyone had gathered, and she had seven new students to show around. All of them were familiar to her, but two of them stuck out, one for her beauty and her subversive attitude, the other for his infamy. Bobby and Abigail had required some reading the night before. Salem wasn’t exactly excited to deal with either of them over the next few years. But, she was prepared to do her best. She had been chatting with Denae, the newest student at the tour. She was practically in Salem’s left pocket. Scared younger women were drawn to Salem’s sense of control. Everything made sense to Cyclops, the young brunette felt comfortable at Salem’s side. And Salem herself didn’t much mind either.<br/><br/>The last few students had arrived and they were five minutes passed the expected time, so Salem figured it was time to get things going.<br/><strong><br/>“Alright.”</strong>She started with a general loud sound as politely as she could.<strong>“Hello everyone, and may I officially welcome you to Xavier’s school for the gifted. I’m sure a few of you have already been shown around a little bit, and I’m sure some of you have been welcomed already by some of the teachers and staff.” </strong>She was walking slowly back and forth in front of the younger kids as if she were preparing a battalion for war. Her tone was much brighter though, like a preschool teacher in way over her head.<br/><br/><strong>“Here are maps of the school so you can follow along as we go.”</strong>She handed the maps to Denae, and gestured to the rest of the group.<strong>“G’head, hand them out.”</strong>Her right hand girl was fast at work to accomplish the task, making sure everyone in the group got a map.<br/><br/><strong>“My name is Salem Summers...But, some... People call me Cyclops,” </strong>she pointed to her visor and smiled.<strong>“I do have two eyes behind this. My mutation affects my vision. So, I have to wear this goofy head wear to keep everyone safe.” - “I’ve been at this school for six years now, and I’m happy to call it home. Some of you may have been forced to come here, held her against your will. Just know that although this place is not unlike a prison now. I chose to come here long ago. And I would choose to stay here now.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“So.” </strong>Salem had tried to show a bit of herself, show a bit of her feelings on the school, and the world as a whole with her introduction. It had taken a lot of rehearsal just to get through it, and she grinned happily, proud of herself for doing it without so much as stuttering or having to pause.<strong>“Does anyone have any questions before we get started?”</strong><br/><br/>Cyclops’ ruby gaze went from left to right over the crows to see if anyone was hiding a small hand by their chin or an eye roll behind a turned face. She wouldn’t bring attention to anyone who’d already lost interest, but she would try to remember to disengage a bit when speaking to them. Social cues were coming on slowly, but she had to focus hard to get all of them right.