<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Moonstar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danielle  Moonstar<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Dani, Mirage<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>1st Floor, Room 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Summer wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=118965528)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open (The Big Clump of assembled students, mentioned Scott, Cassie, Kitty, Jean, Erik, and Victor)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Bullshit."</strong>The word seemed unnecessarily loud even to her, especially when taken with her former silence as the assembled students chatted and some showed off the abilities that had caused their selection for the program.  Dani didn't really have much to add to that conversation.  She still wasn't sure exactly what a few of the students were talking about.  Like the boy with the red glasses.  Some kind of x-ray vision?  The girl with the room next to her apparently changed size while Kitty could pass her body through solid objects.  Jean's abilities caused her to flinch slightly.  Telekinesis would be cool, but telepathy? She was firmly of the mind that thoughts should be private, but she felt for the other girl who had to deal with the strain of being in someone else's head.  Talk about uncomfortable.  Then there was Erik and seeing the extracurricular movement of his shadow, which apparently had its own name, quite frankly that made the hair on the back of her arm stand up.  Her grandfather had always told her that the soul is the shadow of a man and she just tried very hard not to think too much on that.<br/><br/>Still none of it, even the arrival and introduction of the staff, was enough to draw more than a slight change of expression from her, empty plate spinning idly under her fingers. Not until Victor smiled brightly at Kitty and claimed to have no ability.  Her hand slammed down on the plate causing it to rattle and she shook her head delicate brows drawn into a frown and she repeated that first word in a lower but clearly enunciated tone.<strong>"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want.  Hell I wasn't on board with the whole 'show me yours I'll show  you mine' thing either. It would be less awkward to be sitting here naked."</strong>It wasn't an exaggeration, if she had to chose she'd pick the later ever damn time regardless of the audience.<br/><br/><strong>"Personally I don't care about what you can do.  It's clearly not something that you're comfortable with or proud of, well boo fucking hoo, welcome to the club.  I've spent years trying to hide and being ashamed and afraid of it and its going to take a little more than a pep talk about saving the world and some cafeteria food to crack that; no offense to you guys.  </strong>Her gaze roamed briefly over the other assembled students before settling back on Victor a light flush coloring her already tanned skin.<strong>"Besides none of you want a demonstration."</strong>Raking dark hair out of her face she took a quick deep breath trying to remain in control even in the midst of her rant.<br/><br/><strong>"Whatever it is you do they want you here and that's good enough for me. We're all a little bit weird and a little bit broken, I accept that, but I will be damned if I'll just sit here while you lie to everyone including yourself."</strong>She couldn't tell you how she knew exactly, it was an odd thing and she'd never met anyone before who had quite the same, well, feel, but it was enough to be sure that Victor, despite his assurance otherwise, was ... something else. His denial shouldn't have made her that angry.  Logically Dani realized that, even in the moment, but the last few days had been rather extraordinary, and with that small almost off hand statement she had apparently reached her tipping point.<strong>"Care to try again Boston?"</strong>She didn't even use his name that challenging question dropped between them her long limbed body tensing.  With any luck tact and interpersonal communication would be an elective, she clearly needed it.