<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;">Janie-Lynn glared down at the milk carton as if it had been the cause of the ache that was throbbing in her shoulders and arms. Stubborn, she was not going to let the damn thing beat her! There was milk to be had damn it!  Nibbling her bottom lip she gave the cardboard on last attempt and groaned as she tugged with all her might….  nothing. What the hell was wrong with this thing! Was it a trick? Did someone seal it with some kind of space age glue that would only dissolve with the aid of magic words? Obviously her tired state was affecting more than her body as her mind began dreaming up all sorts of ridiculous theories. <br/><br/>“Here”<br/><br/>A deep voice caught Janie’s attention, startling her as she suddenly looked up with an expression that read surprise. She was like a deer caught in headlights, simply staring as her mind worked overtime attempting to recall how the English language worked. Thankfully the young man seemed to know how to talk, and continued as he pried the milk container from her grasp. A small giggle sounded as Janie nodded her head, and rubbed her stiff fingers. <strong>”I think you’re right on that one. I’ve found drinking the milk works better than attempting to absorb it through osmosis.”</strong> She watched, feeling a little betrayed by the carton as it opened so easily for her new friend. <strong>”I must have loosened it up for you”</strong> she teased.<br/><br/>Accepting the now opened carton Janie-Lynn shook his hand after carefully placing the milk on the table. <strong>”I’m Janie-Lynn Dough, but you can call me Janie. It’s nice to meet you Victor, and thank you for your help with the milk…. you must think I’m terribly weak. I’m just so tired. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired before.”</strong> She glanced at the fork and sighed <strong>”salad seemed a good choice until it came time to actually finding the energy to pick up the fork, let alone chew.”</strong> Instead she chose to pop a grape-tomato into her mouth,  hoping that might help give her body something to burn so she could eat the rest of her dinner. <br/><br/><strong>”Are you nervous about the school? I was too at first. But it’s nice not to have to worry about keeping things… you know. A secret. I don’t know, I guess I feel less of a freak here than I did back on the farm.”</strong> Her easy smile and warm personality showed in the depths of her pretty blue eyes. As tired as she was, Janie was happy to be attending the school that was designed to help kids like herself and Victor. </div>