<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Yolande's Dormroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Meticulous<br/><strong>Content:</strong>walking to Yolande's dorm, knocking on door.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br/><hr/>There was a lot of commotion around the school about the night before the night before. Salem didn't watch the news on television very often, and she was actually in bed at nine pm that night. No one had come to get her and tell her that something was happening. Being overlooked like that was a regular thing. She was just a student. It still bothered her though. She wanted to be one of the important people at the school Xavier had called a staff meeting to talk about Salvation. It bugged Salem that she wasn't invited. It had been six years of long dedication to get this far. Now, she was close to making the transition. she could feel it. She wanted to be a part of the team, to help lead these kids to safety. But, she was limited to the duties that she'd been assigned. So, she'd do her part. It wasn't fabulous, but it was an important job that others didn't have time for...<em>'I hope.'</em>Salem sometimes doubted herself, thinking that Xavier might be giving her busy work until she matured enough to be ready for the big leagues.<br/><br/>Her feet tapped down the hall as she made her way to the newest student on campus' dormroom.<em>'South Africa.' - 'brutally kidnapped on live tv,' - 'brought here against her will.' - 'a powerful mutant with multiple powers.' - 'If she's my sister. I'm done with this shit.'</em>Salem's knuckles rapped against Yolande's door. She had a bad feeling about this. suddenly, these new student orientations were getting spookier and spookier every time she did one.<br/><br/>Salem had a still sense of self when she was waiting for anything. Her feet never tapped. She didn't glance around unless she was alarmed or curious. Her movements were very natural, her intentions were clear by her movements, or her lack there of. Salem had read the limited file that the school had on Yolande but it wasn't much. She knew not to tug on the tiger's tail, and she was prepared to walk right into the damned cage.<em> 'rude to everyone since arrival. At least I'm a charmer.'</em>Salem's inner monologue teased her for being socially difficult to get along with. She was nervous, but still, she was silent and still as she waited for the door to open.