<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scott Summers<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Cyclops<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 3, Room 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open, Jimmy leaving<br/><hr/><br/>Scott watched Jimmy leave in silence, thinking about what he had said. What did he mean things weren't adding up? The academy had seemed fairly clear to him in their purpose. A government organization was bound to have secrets, and certainly wasn't going to share everything with a bunch of people like the students, but he didn't think that was any indication that something underhanded was going on. Regardless, he supposed Jimmy had his reasons. There wasn't much to be done about it at the moment anyway, save for storming off and escaping based on one opinion, and Scott wasn't about to do that. So, he carried his plate back over to where the rest of the group was sitting to see what everyone was up to. Jean had moved off to speak to another girl, and the rest of the people sitting around the table he wasn't really familiar with. They seemed to be involved in some sort of conversation about their abilities. And religion, somehow? Not about to barge in, he sat down at the table with his food and waited for a moment to introduce himself.<br/><br/>"Scott Summers." He said to those nearest to him when the opportunity presented itself. "How's everyone settling in over here?"<br/><br/>