<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mist<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Third Floor, Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Jeans, grey sweater, running shoes, her favorite panda earrings. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123083567)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central Building - Cafeteria<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3, 2012.  6:15 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Victor<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>”Going invisible isn’t all that great. I go bye-bye, but my clothes don’t. So its kinda…”</strong> she blushed and dipped her head to try and avoid looking Victor right in the eye. <strong>”To go completely unnoticed I have to take off my clothes. I’m not in full control of my powers yet, so I can reappear without notice… if you know what I mean.”</strong> Looking over her shoulders she returned her focus back onto Victor and leaned in to whisper <strong>”my biggest fear is to be caught...you know… exposed.”</strong> She blushed before pulling back and sighing as she realized she had managed to stain her top with the dressing that had been on her salad. <strong>”Fiddlesticks”</strong> grumbled Janie as she used a napkin dipped in water to attempt to clean off the sticky sauce from her shirt. <br/><br/>She nodded her head as she worked on the stain. <strong>”Ya, Kansas. And no, I don’t have an Aunty Em, nor a dog named Todo”</strong> commented Janie, though she was grinning at the time to let him know she wasn’t annoyed with the possibility of hearing the type of Kansas City jokes she had heard most of her life. She looked up as she placed her napkin to one side and gave Victor her full attention. He was from New York! How exciting. Janie had always wanted to see New York, and walk around throwing her hat in the air like that lady did on the television show that her grandmother adored. But as he continued Janie’s smile transformed into a look of concern. The Mary Tyler Moore moment was lost as she took in his family’s history. <br/><br/>Janie extended her hand and placed it over his, holding his hand in a way to show comfort. She smiled, and let it linger for a moment before removing her hand and letting the subject drop, since that seemed to be how Victor wanted it. <strong>”I would love to sleep in and spend the morning relaxing in a  hot sudsy bath. But I doubt that will happen. Tomorrow I am looking forward to surviving and maybe… meeting you for breakfast?”</strong><br/></div>