<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem is on a bench beside the court. She has her things next to her, shoeless, she's putting new laces in her shoes. She sees Rogue coming and waves, saying hello.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg)<br/><hr/>The weather was nice, there weren’t a lot of clouds above them. But there had been a system coming in from the North that day. It wasn’t warm. Still Salem was dressed in her little tennis skirt. Salem had four skirts like this, all identical. She was always dressed in one to play, even when it was winter. Her upper body changed from season to season. Today she was in a vintage black sweater that she only used for sports. There was some sunlight coming down onto the court, but it wasn’t intensely warm. Still, she focused on it to fight against the bite of the wind as it crept up the inside of her thighs.<br/><br/>It had been a weekly thing for a few months now on Sundays. And, every now and then, Rogue and Salem would play once or twice throughout the week as well. Neither of them were wildly talented, but there was little else to do around the mansion that didn’t involve a television or learning. Salem loved to educate herself. But, enjoying a good game with a friend was a wonderful activity. Salem had always been competitive, in a healthy way. She always wanted to win, and she liked to play by the rules. Even if people cheated she didn’t mind. It just made the game more of a challenge. And, there was something special about playing Tennis on the grounds of a mansion. It was high society, and Salem was starting to feel more wealthy and more accomplished every year.<br/><br/>Just as she did when she went running in the morning, Salem packed a bag and set it down on a bench. She was sitting beside it on the South side of the court with her tennis shoes in her hands. The bag was half full, tennis balls, extra clothes, a towel, water, and an emergency notebook if she had to remember something important. Salem was putting new laces on her shoes. She’d arrived a bit early to get ready. They had always met at five on Sundays. Salem was the crazy girl that attended a full day’s worth of school on every day of the week. She didn’t ‘celebrate’ the weekend. Every day was a march, from 6:30 am, everyday, it was time to work. It was time to live.<br/><br/>Others might have a song stuck in their head. Salem was quiet and motionless as her practiced fingers fed the new laces through the eyelets of her tennis shoes. Her feet were only covered in socks, flat against the tennis court. She heard footsteps approaching from the direction of the mansion. She looked up away from her laces, and saw Rogue approaching. She took her hand away from her laces and waved.<strong>“Hey! You’re early too!”</strong>She smiled and returned her fingers to the laces while she kept the ruby quartz up on Rogue coming toward her.