<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 making first contact with a possible family member.  She mentions her power, her job, and has a brief sidetrack into her duties before picking up where she left off. She's not there for help, she's there to help Gabriel in any way possible.<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/>At first, it didn’t seem like anything was amiss. But that sensation was shattered immediately. Even behind rose-colored glasses, Salem would have been able to tell that there was something powerful in that dorm room. When the lock had disengaged, when the door had opened, it all felt natural, as if some one would be standing right on the other side.<br/><br/>It’s a strange trick of the mind, it’s a conditioned response that humans and mutants alike are conditioned with, when a door opens by itself, there is almost always something on the other side opening it. When Salem didn’t see anyone opening the door, her head tilted.<br/><br/>She took a few confident steps forward to enter the magical space inside of the room. She could hardly believe her eyes. It was a fascinating world, she may have seen one hundred mutations, actively, in purpose. But, each mutant had their own signature. Each power had its own personality. She could tell that Gabriel was a powerful person as well as being a powerful mutant. The way his body turned in the air to greet her, his belongings lowering in time with the lowering of his feet. It was a spectacle,<em>‘does he - Is he trying to confuse me?’ </em>Salem took a step back as his feet found the floor.<em>‘No, I knocked on  his door, I interrupted something.’</em>She found her focus, and smiled at him as the room seemed to fade back to normalcy with his focus on the interaction between the two of them.<br/><br/><em>‘His manner is strange…’</em>She hadn’t quite gotten what she had expected.<br/><br/><strong>“Hi Gabriel.” </strong>Salem left the door open as a gesture of choice for Gabriel. She let a chuckle out to relieve the light tension in her chest.<strong>“I’m Salem.”</strong>She reached her hand out for a handshake, with as masculine as an attitude as she could muster.<strong>“Suuuh-Uhm--”</strong>Her throat cleared right before Jonothan said<em>‘Wait...’ </em>She almost said her last name. Salem was such an earnest person by nature, it was odd for her to keep her last name from him when he had given his. She had been interrupted by him anyway. That was a happy accident.<br/><br/><strong>“-No. I’m not a telepath, just a walking laserbeam.” </strong>She tapped the lense over her right eye. Her fingernail clicked against the quartz four times.<strong>“Ruby Quartz, keeps the beam indoors, so to speak.”</strong><br/><br/>She folded her arms in front of her, a natural stance for her; weight shifted from one leg to the other. Her shoulder landed against the frame, and she leaned comfortably.<strong>“I’m just dropping in to say 'hi.' Hi.”</strong>As she spoke, her hand gestured in front of her with casual motion. She didn’t have many ways to communicate her emotions, so she had to be careful with her body language. Gesturing usually let the other person know that she was engaged. There were no eyes behind those hard sheets of Quartz.<strong>“I’m the RA here,”</strong>she pointed behind her shoulder, as if gesturing to the school, rather than his room.<strong>“It doesn’t mean much, just that I’m here to help out new students if they have any questions. Well, that’s the most vital thing I do, otherwise it’s a lot of counting staples and making phone calls.”</strong><br/><br/>She smiled at him, and lowered her chin half an inch. She leaned in as well, but only in the slightest move. It was a friendly motion, as if they were about to share a secret, like she might look at him over the rim of her glasses.<strong>“This is my favorite part of the gig.” </strong>She opened up, energetically popping off of the wall and balancing her weight evenly, putting her hands in her pockets and turning into the open room.<strong>“So I actually came to help you, any questions that have been bugging you? Anything you need to make things more comfortable? It’s a nice property, but it can be lonely here. I can give you a tour if you don’t know your way around.” </strong>She hadn’t come far into the room, still in arms reach of the door, should she have the need to close it, but for enough in to close it without having to move.<br/><br/>With those bright red lenses for eyes, she kept her gaze on Gabriel’s face, searching for something familiar.<em>‘I don’t remember a family.’ - ‘Would Xavier let him in without talking to me first?’ - ‘Would he tell me if there were another Summers at the school just so I wouldn’t have these thoughts?’ - ‘Is this boy my little brother?’</em>