<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scott Summers<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Cyclops<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 3, Room 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Nathaniel, Victor, Dani, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Not... Long.</strong>" He trailed off slightly, distracted by the angry raised voices. He looked over towards Dani and Victor, tensing slightly, about to get up as he wondered if a fight was going to break out. If it did, he was prepared to step in and diffuse the situation, though the instructors would surely have it in hand. He had kind of anticipated some conflict; Everyone here was young, uncertain, stuck in a strange new situation with strange new abilities, and probably none of them were very comfortable with these changes. Except Arthur, maybe. Victor, after ranting back, however, appeared to have cooled off slightly, and looked like he was going to move away to cool down. Smart. Scott relaxed again and turned his attention back to Nathaniel with a slight sigh. "<strong>Sorry. Yes, I've spoken to him a few times over the past weeks, and he's given me a lot of helpful advice. I don't know that I really <em>know</em> him, though.</strong>" He shrugged slightly.<br/><br/>"<strong>As for having things together, I don't think so. I'm just... Glad to be here.</strong>" He settled on with a slight smile. Others, like Victor and Jimmy might not be buying the whole 'new generation of heroes' thing, but, Scott certainly did. It was the only thing that would give him any sense of stability or purpose after his life had been turned upside down, so he was sure as hell going to hold on to it. "<strong>But, I think we'll all get it together with time. The first couple of weeks will probably be rough, but like I keep saying, we're in the right place. I'm sure you'll get a handle on things quickly.</strong>" He assured the white-haired young man.<br/><br/>Finally, Scott stood and picked up his plate from the table, looking around the room.<br/><br/>"<strong>I suppose we should think about heading back to the dorms soon. I'm sure your RA will look after you, but, if you need help with anything, let me know. I think I've figured out where most things are.</strong>" He laughed.