<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br/><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">The girl was so silent. It was unlike Shane Léa realized. Usually the younger woman was larger than life, always in motion. It was as if she had an undefined power source deep in her core that was always set to maximum. Léa wasn’t unaware that the power source was generated by the younger woman’s personality. Her soul. And it was a beautiful soul. Even if Shane hid behind brash actions and swagger a good portion of the time.<br/><br/>When Shane’s voice finally broke the quiet between them, Léa actually jumped in response. The words were unexpected. Not only because Shane had been so quiet but because of the ferocity of them. Léa gaze snapped to Shane. <br/><br/>“<acronym title="What">Quelle?</acronym>” Léa murmured in surprise, feeling the girl’s warm, strong fingers curl around her wrist while she gently stroked Léa’s fingers open with the other hand. Her eyes flickered from the top of Shane’s head, no longer covered in that ridiculous hat she always hid behind, to her hand and back, a feeling of warmth swirling low in her stomach. <br/><br/>It was countered by the feeling of cold tap water running across her finger tips and Léa drew in a quick, audible breath. But the contrast between the cold water and gentle touch was nothing compared to the shock of Shane’s lips ghosting across her fingertips. Léa couldn’t suppress the shiver that trembled her muscles. The fingers of her free hand clenched in their grasp of the counter edge, knuckles going white.<br/><br/>‘<em>Want to tell me what they mean by Sexual Orientation on your file? Says you claim to be straight but they said to check another side for possible counter arguments. I'm almost 21 Lea. I'm not a damn child. Fuck.</em>’ The harsh words were such a contrast to the gentle touch only a moment earlier it was startling.<br/><br/>“Wha-what?” Léa gasped, all the blood rushing from her head. She pulled on the hand Shane held. The girl resisted but with a small amount of additional force, Léa pulled it free and took a single step back. It was as far as she could go considering her hips mashed into the small counter top behind them. “What are you talking about?”<br/><br/>The French accent was strong in the words, indicating her level of surprise and unease. “<acronym title="What File">Quel fichier?</acronym>” she continued. Léa’s injured fingers curled into a fist and tucked against her abdomen. Her free hand followed, covering the injury and pressing it in protectively. If only it also allowed Léa protection from the onslaught Shane’s words had unleashed.<br/><br/>There was a file? What file? Shane must be talking about a file at the school. It would not come as a surprise that a place as close minded as Jamison would create such a thing. She should have thought to ask how Shane had found her apartment location but with everything that had happened… A small negative shake of Léa’s head dislodged that thought. Oh God. What, exactly, did it say in this file? <br/><br/>There was no way anyone could suspect anything of her! She was just coming out of an engagement to a man <acronym title="for the love of God">por l’amour de Dieu</acronym>! Léa flashed Shane wide eyes, her heart racing with panic. She started to slide her hips along the counter edge, moving away, retrenching, falling back on her engrained retreat position.<br/><br/>“I know nothing of this file you speak of Shane.” Léa released her grip on the hands pressed into her stomach and held them out as though fending off the effect the other woman’s words had on her state of mental well-being. “I was engaged. To Ricard. A man.” Her back bumped into the corner of her refrigerator and she shuffled around it, her eyes never leaving Shane’s angry ones.<br/><br/>Léa continued her retreat. “Jamison would never…..The whole point of their school is too….” Her chin and gaze dropped, Léa shook her head. Her tortured eyes drifted back up to Shane’s face. This time sorrow and anger mixed in her features at the ridiculous policies of the school. Ones she absolutely couldn’t espouse. She never should have come here. Taking the position at Jamison had been a mistake.<br/><br/>“I’m just going to grab my robe and then we'll have some tea,” she said, then turned and fled down the hall toward the dark, safety of her small bedroom.</span><br/>