<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Zo<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1.Room 6<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd.Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier. Jimmy.<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">Zoe balled her fists into tight fists in the pockets of her jacket as she stood and looked down at the man on the bench, confused and frustrated. Two things she didn't like being, especially the first. But, within seemingly a few seconds a short period of calm came over her as she moved her eyes to the floor as she thought for a moment. Just a moment ago she was asking a question and then a short memory had formed in her mind, and she very quickly felt like an idiot. Why had she asked him who he was talking to if she remembered seeing the man behind them. Cautiously, as if she was a little nervous to turn around, she turned her body slowly as her eyes fell upon Charles Xavier. Something was off, but she wasn't sure what. She shrugged and looked back at Jimmy and then back to Charles, her body and mind confused as she took a couple steps back, still thinking she was missing something. Normally she would have left by now or something else drastic to get herself some answers, but everything seemed to make sense in her mind right now and she felt a little calmer as she offered a small smile and listened to his words, nodding a little to make it understood that he was being heard and understood. <strong>"I-It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr.Xavier. It's quit a nice facility you guys have here..."</strong> she paused, a small mischievous grin appearing on her features. <strong>"Except the fact that you guys stole and hid my car on me,"</strong> the grin stayed on her lips, but her voice told that she was slightly kidding, but serious at the same time.<br/><br/>As Charles Xavier announced his departure she smiled again, a more kind smile. Not saying anything, but keeping an eye on the man as he seemed to roll away slowly. Taking a deep breath, as her heart beat slowed down she turned slightly back to Jimmy, the wind helping move her the free red strands out of her face. The whole experience had been interesting, and she wasn't quit sure she understood everything, and she fought that frustration with ever fiber of her being. Whenever she was frustrated it never seemed to end well. Looking out to mountains again, she was about to continue talking to Jimmy, figuring that Charles had left already. But, then she heard Jimmy's words, and her head snapped, almost too quickly to look down at him. Her eyes were a little wider, and more alert as the grin on her face sparkled with curiosity. There were a few quick moments where the redhead kind of thought she was being overlooked, not payed attention to, or used... but all that disappeared as the words of a bike and freedom floated through the air. <strong>"You have a bike? What kind? Any work done to it?"</strong> She asked Jimmy, a little excitedly, looking over her shoulder for a moment to see if Charles was even still there.</div>