<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Zo<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1.Room 6<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd.Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier. Jimmy.<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">Zoe turned her head back to Xavier, her red strands of hair becoming increasingly annoying upon the surprisingly windy roof in which they were standing and sitting upon. Listening to the older man speak, she found herself getting a little more anxious and slightly annoyed at the fact he was right. It was hard terrain, and she knew there was no need for a car, or a bike for that matter, in this area. But, on another note she didn't care, she didn't care at all. That car was her connection to the outside world, and it brought peace to her the most. Whenever she felt frustrated about anything, anything at all the only thing that ever seemed to be there for her was her car. Hell, through all the hardships of her life, like seeing all her brothers leave her, even her father on most accounts, her car was there. Or, Tori, as she called her prized GTO. When the professor turned to her and started speaking she wasn't paying close attention as her mind was in another place at the moment. She offered a slight smile, a feint attempt at letting him know she understood. But, it took all her strength, and most likely a lot of Xavier's calming presence to keep her quiet. There was really nothing she wanted to say further. It was nothing against the professor, but more his position. People telling her no, or controlling any aspect in her life wasn't very well accepted by Zoe. But... she knew she would have to deal with it in the long run. If she knew the powers he had, to be in ones mind and control and manipulate... she would most certainly freak out.<br/><br/>As Xavier finished, Zoe shrugged and nodded as if she understood. The slight excitement of there being a chance to get her car at least on the premises made her heart race a little, and was visible upon her features. In fact, she had contemplated -on more than one occasion- teleporting to her car, and just bringing it back. But, sadly, that was not in the scope of her powers. As she stood, she could barely take more than a phone, or food, drinks, cigs, and whatever clothes were upon her back. <strong>"It would wonderfully amazing if it was possible to get it here so I could work on it. If you could somehow arrange that. it would be amazing. T-thank you in advance, if you can pull it off."</strong> Zoe said surprisingly calmly and happily. Sighing slightly, her eyes zipped back to Jimmy as he began to speak. All she had collected thus far was his last name, and she wasn't going to call him that. The nickname he had called her, frustrated her a little bit and she bit her lip as she rolled her eyes with a little sigh. Listening to him talk about his bike she smiled and nodded. <strong>"Wow. Nice. Don't mess with your bar stool. Got it."</strong> Zoe teased a little as she heard his story of how he obtained his bike. She could tell he admired his bike, it was the only thing that he seemed to smile about, however brief the show of fangs was... it happened. Documented, and marked in her mind. The way she obtained her own vehicle was another story, and it wasn't something she was going to bore the man in front of her with at the moment.<br/><br/>As the questions about her own vehicle came from the man, a slight grin started to form upon her lips and she offered a slight giggle. <strong>"Well... first of all. Don't call me that again, I'll beat your ass."</strong> Zoe offered a mischievous grin, showing both a challenge and a little bit of playfulness at the same time. With that she decided she had stood long enough, and walked around to the other side of the bench, and sat down, facing the mountains, slightly turned towards Jimmy to show she was part of the conversation. <strong>"As for Tori, she's from the best year for the car, man. '69. The Judge. A beautiful creature on it's own. I haven't done much, unfortunately. Just got done painting it. It's a sleek back. I know, nontraditional for a Judge. But, whatever, looks fucking amazing. Under the hood, I haven't done much, sadly. Mainly because of lack of accessibility to parts I need. Got her up to almost 350 horsepower right now, but I plan on going up from there. I hope that I can get a turbo sometime and put that in, maybe get a chip to help me, too."</strong> She paused, realizing she had been talking a lot about... a car? What the hell, nice first impression. She was supposed to be a girl, right? Looking out to the mountains, closing her eyes with a little sigh, she nodded and then looked back at him with a grin. <strong>"So... I'll stop talking now. Sorry, about that. Still thinking about blowing this joint?"</strong> She finished with a slight laugh, looking down at her knees for a moment, as she took her hands out of her pockets and put them on the bench on either side of her as she sat on the edge of the bench.</div>