<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EQGyLz9.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Alisa Tager (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15340856#msg15340856)/Cipher<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Leaving the East Dormitory | On her way to Lunch<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Date:</strong>First Saturday in May<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>She could have continued to hide in her room. <br/><br/>After all, she didn't have to stress a room mate or worry about being noticed when that was the last thing she wished to happen. However, her stomach had decided that food was necessary right now and she'd had no choice but to pull on something comfortable and make her way into the early afternoon sunlight, go across the quad and head for the cafeteria. It was a stupid waste of time in her humble opinion and it would have been much easier if she could just cook for herself in her room but NO. That was not how things were done in Frost Academy; not that she was going to bitch and moan about it. There was no point. Complaining changed nothing and only drew attention that she'd rather not suffer through.<br/><br/>So, she dressed and she stalked (plodded) outside and into the brilliant sunshine before meandering down a nearby walkway which led toward the cafeteria and student lounge. She wasn't expecting to see anyone. Hell, she'd probably lose her damned mind if anyone said so much as boo in her general direction when she wasn't prepared for them to do so. What was the point of being inaudible, barely able to be read by most psychics (Psychos if you asked HER!!) with the ability to disappear from view and phase through ANYTHING, if she was just gonna have people...looking at her? She wasn't much of a people person by any stretch of the imagination and since coming to the Academy, she had found herself being even less so than normal.<br/><br/>It was like they were trying to change who she was. She didn't like it.</em><br/><br/>Alisa passed quietly through the Student Lounge, just to see if anyone was about before she ducked outside and crossed over to the cafeteria. The place was a bit busier than usual but that mattered not at all. Colorful hair and tats aside, if she didn't want to be seen, she wasn't. Period. After gathering her lunch, the small woman shifted toward a table in the far corner of the vast space, someplace swathed in shadows despite the bright rays of the sun that lit the area with a golden glow. With a bit of a muttered curse, she plopped down and began to pick at her food, head down, eyes trained on the table before her. Eventually, she forgot that anyone else was even there.<br/><br/>It worked out well.