<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hdw.eweb4.com/media/wp_400/1/1/2211.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cassandra "Cassie" Lang<br/><strong>Alias:</strong><del>Stature</del>none yet!<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1 Room 3<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 September, early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open, approached by Jean<br/><hr/><br/>Cassie was busy keeping mostly to herself. She had no idea who else on her floor was. all these people, all dressed nice and what have you, and here she was feeling herself try to shrink, constantly. At least the spandex like suit was doing its job.<br/><br/>As she ate and wondered who these people on her floor were, a familiar voice caught her off guard. She jumped in her seat as she exclaimed,<strong>"Oh h-hey Jean!"</strong>Jean Grey Was the one person who gave ehr a warm welcome into this somewhat cold feeling world. To an end, Cassie was glad she wasn't the only one with these gifts.<br/><br/>finally she moved to respond to Jean,<strong>"It's just..well look at me!"</strong>She gestured to the red and black spandex suit.<strong>"I look like I belong in a comic book! The only 'superhero' that can pull off tights is.."</strong>Her gaze fell onto the good Captain, and she bit her lower lip, blushing slightly.<strong>"Anyway! All you other guys and gals look all fine and great. I look..I look retarded!"</strong><br/><br/>If Jean (or the professor for that matter) were to scan her mind, she would realize she legitimately was worried about the impression she would make in her current attire of the Pym Particle Stabilizer.<strong>" I don't know anyone, and all those guys and just..ugh."</strong>Ah, the frustrations, and concerns of a teenage girl.