<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/6261b88b19a050d20d013f43a4e96135/tumblr_n3a8zlmZEP1sn4hzbo1_400.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 (mentioned  Mr. Fury, the Professor,<strong>Cassie</strong>, directly addressed<strong>Victor</strong>)<br/><hr/><br/>Testing her theory Dani leaned to the left in her chair almost bumping into the student seated nearest to her.  Yep.  It was official, no matter where she went that one eye seemed to be following her.  Which was kind of eerie really.  Shaking her head she settled back in her seat and tried to focus on the man's words, wincing slightly at the brief lecture on the importance of gaining control.  Thanks for the reminder.  As if she, or any of the assembled students could forget.<br/><br/>Dark brown eyes followed the Director's hand as he motioned to the staff members, lingering briefly on the man in the wheelchair.  So, this was the guy? Dani had a hard time envisioning him as one of her father's friends.  William had been tall, athletic with a kind of easy charm and a quick smile.  At least from what she could remember of him.  The Professor looked quite serious and incapable of the myriad of out door activities that her father had so loved.  What could they have possibly done together or talked about? It was mind boggling, and not worth dwelling upon because whatever their history Dani needed to focus on her present. There was certainly more than enough to keep her occupied.<br/><br/>Seriously how did they expect them to keep up with that schedule? It had taken her almost a half an hour to figure out the strange pad left in her room, a lot of trial and error and a good bit of muttering under her breath but eventually it all became clear.  She almost wished it hadn't.  Her life, planned down to the hour for the next ... however long she was here at the school.  Calculus and chemistry? And a whole forty five minutes to herself in the evening.  For a girl used to spending whole days out on the ranch by herself, sometimes stretching over a well over week if she was in a particular mood or her grandfather had to go somewhere it was a rather daunting prospect.  Space seemed to be a luxury they were not going to be given here at the school.<br/><br/>Oh sure, she had her own room and no complaints about that.  In truth it was larger than the one she'd had at home, but she could still hear them.  Voices in the common area near by, foot steps in the halls, just the feeling of ... people wherever she turned.  It wasn't BAD exactly, but it was unnerving and odd sounds had kept her up most of the night.  At least she had gotten a lot of reading done.  The ranch had never had a television and until Dani started reading she hadn't realized just how isolated it had been there.  The attack upon New York, she'd heard about it, kind of, Colorado wasn't exactly like living under a rock, but it was pretty damn close.  The scope of the threat had been mind boggling.  These people had stopped a large scale invasion of a hostile race. It was impressive and more than a little bit intimidating.<br/><br/>People began standing and her head shook, clearing from that bout of introspection to realize that the brief intro speech was over and they were effectively dismissed.  Long legs uncurled and she stood, her hands skimming lightly over the bared tan skin of her arms, an action that was more comforting than it was about being cold.  It was a bit late in the year for a tank top and cut off jeans, but Dani had lived in the Rockies long enough to know that you had to stretch your wardrobe as far into fall as you could. Even SHIELD couldn't do anything about the months of snow ahead.  At least she was pretty sure they couldn't though at this point not much would surprise her.<br/><br/>She didn't bother with a plate, kind of weaving her way in and around the assembled students and the buffet table snagging whatever appealed to her at that moment and popping it into her mouth.  She wasn't even really hungry, she'd done nothing but stay in her dorm room, glued to that little tablet they'd provided all day.  No eating was more a nervous habit than anything else right now, giving her something to do with her hands.<br/><br/><em>Beware of the man who does not talk, and the dog that does not bark.</em>She heard her grandfather's voice quite clearly in her head and a small almost self deprecating smile pulled at her lips for a moment.  Hundreds of miles away and he was still right.  It was both annoying and reassuring.  Time to mingle and talk and make a stab at 'normal'. Taking a deep breath she looked around picking her target carefully.  She'd been hoping to find the little blonde girl, their rooms were almost next to one another and Cassie struck her as someone who could hold up the bulk of a conversation on her own, but the thought of approaching that throng of female students was something she'd need to work up to. Instead she found Victor.  She recognized him somewhat from her partially open door during his comings and goings throughout the day.  Hands wiped on the worn denim of her jeans and she moved to stand near him clearing her throat lightly.<br/><br/>"We sleep on the same floor.  I hate tomatoes, and your bone structure is unique but pleasing."  There.  A statement of fact, sharing of personal information, and a compliment. She watched him expectantly then, she had broken the ice and now it was his turn.