<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Location:</strong>classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 2, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>David (Legion)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>card game<br/><hr/><br/>Jean could tell David had something up his sleeve. He had done well this time. Using subterfuge to back up his bluff. He had pretended to hide that ace so much that it made her curious to go after it. It worked, but she still managed to get another turn. The game had definitely reached a climactic point and the next few moves would decide a victor. To someone watching from outside it seemed like a quiet game, not knowing the small war that was going on in their minds.<br/><br/>It was her turn next, but Jean could tell there was a shift in David’s mind. He was blocking her view, but she could still feel the change. Now it all depended on whether she could see through it. She shifted in her seat a little bit as she made her next choice. It was getting late and she hoped to get this game finished.<br/><br/>Jean tried to make an unexpected choice and throw him off, but it seemed this time he had prepared for that. She got through his psychic defenses and in her mind’s eye saw a scramble of information. It was a deliberate attempt to confuse her, but it worked this time. For the first time in this game, she had to make an actual guess.<em>“Well played…”</em>She thought.<strong>“Do you have any…threes?”</strong>She asked and waited for his response.