<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Nevermore Dining Hall<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nyx, open<br/><hr/><br/>Tara looked down at the pile of glistening ham and pinkish roast beef and giggled. "It<em> is</em>kinda gross, I guess. I'm sorta all Alpha carnivore, an' junk, these days." At least she used a knife and fork to slice strips off the deli meat, rather than just rolling it up in her fingers, as she might have done at home. Like any teenager, she ate fast, and the rate at which the shocking amount of dead animal went into her mouth, even with her respectable table manners, was nothing sort of awe-inspiring.<br/><br/>"Hey, everybody's got to have a hobby. If yours is talking to books, who'm I to say squat?" She didn't add that she totes got the identifying with the monster thing. At least her own face stayed put!  What would it have to be like to actually have to think all the time about what you looked like, or be outed as something Not Normal(tm)? Of course, the loud hair already did that, cute as it was...<br/><br/>How to answer the question, though?  "Well...see...um. OK. This is gonna sounds totes cray-cray. But until a few months ago? I<strong>was </strong>a normie." She let that sink in a sec, then went on. "I did something way stupid, and then got better. More or less. Not all the way. Being all, you know. Still technically dead, an' junk?" With a  frown, she tipped back her bag of chips the way an eight-year-old might go at a box of their fave sugar-saturated breakfast cereal. A moment of crunching and she took up her story again, tongue flicking some salty crumbs from the corner of her mouth. "No family history, no X-Files shit in my early life, none of that. I just died, and then got back up. At the wake, which seriously blew some minds, you better believe."  A shrug, and she leaned across the table a bit. "See, you mentioned identity. Bye the bye, you're totes adorbs, so keep doing you. Anyway. To me, except for the change in looks- which might be an upgrade, fersher, since I was like, totes Cali cookie-cutter blonde bimbo before, and now I actually look kind badass?- anyway. As far as I'm concerned, I'm, like, the same girl? Still a party animal, still horny all the time, still pretty much mellow yellow, dig?" The frown came back.<br/><br/>"But, like, I know I'm really<em>not </em>her any more. Not to everyone else. So not to be a rhymes-with-witch, but I kinda wonder how folks who were born walking on the Freak side deal with the squares. I'd figured I'd get something outa my Psych class, but today, anyway, it was all kinda mouth noises. Nothing deep, yanno?"