<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Songbird<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waiting<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/42/cf/3f/42cf3f3e04c715819c535dbe91bfd0e0.jpg)</div></div><br/>Alison bit her lip as she heard of the Professor's new challenge. It was something she'd been looking forward to since deciding to come to the class. She looked down at the deck, shuffling it, flipping some of the cards over with small activations of her photonic repulsor blasts. The sound coming from outside had vanished suddenly, as Alison had found it hard to concentrate with the birds chirping, so she had made the room impenetrable to sounds coming from outside, the windows now forming a perfect nullifying sound for all acoustic energy. Alison quickly looked at one of the cards "Jack of clubs" then she thought back on all she'd ever read on mental defences, both in the school library and in all the other texts she'd found on mutant powers.<br/><br/>She bit her lip hard as she looked up at the professor and then, mentally, not knowing if he was listening or not said in her mind "<em>I'm sorry...</em>" Then it started, she drew it from the depths, from the darkness deep within her. She was over it now, therapy and a proper family had taken care of that, but it was still painful for her.There was no image with the memory, just sound and sensation. Had there been speech involved in the incident, she could no longer remember it, and as the memory took form, as it "shielded" her mind, all that was outwardly dazzlers mind was a quick whistling sound, followed by searing, whistling, then searing pain. A tear ran down Alison's cheek, but she kept it up, she wanted to know if it was an effective defense