<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxux9f2n8W1qanpzp.gif)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED </span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">’<em>Thank you,</em>’<br/><br/>Sel flashed a humorous smile at her new roommate. He was apparently a man of few words. She could totally get behind that. There were so many better uses for mouths anyway. Plus, just to say, it wouldn’t <em>not</em> suck to not have a roommate who felt the need to fill every second of silence with stupid chatter about crap Selene didn’t really care about. <br/><br/>She glanced past him as Robbie “Call me Roberto” turned his legendary – in his own mind – charm on Maddox and the lunch lady. Sara’s face started to take on a beleaguered look. But low and behold Maddox - the man of few words - actually easily dispatched Robbie. It made Sel’s opinion of Maddox rise a bit. She turned from her new roommate back to Sara to see the woman looking at Maddox with a soft expression on her face. Maddox had made a conquest. Sel suppressed a little chuckle. Who’d have thought he had it in him? <br/><br/>“Sara, you are a Gem! A diamond amongst the paste stones here at Jamison!” Sel finished and flashed a mischievous smile at the woman.<br/><br/>‘Oh gone on with you now,’ the woman said waving the two away and turning toward the grill. But Selene had seen the happy flush painting the woman’s cheeks and the please smile curling her lips. Sara was a genuinely nice lady. Most people never took the time to know her. Or realized that she worked over sixty hours a week to help support the son who’d come back from Iraq missing more than his legs. Jamison was just the first of three jobs Sara had. It was hot, sweaty, ungrateful work that paid lousy. And it was still the best of her lot.<br/><br/>Sel made a mental note to send Sara another of the anonymous envelopes that the older woman got on occasion. Sel’s life was more than comfortable. She could forgo a new pair of jeans or the lastest MP3s on her iphone and give Sara a little something on occasion. It had to be anonymous of course. Because Sara would never accept charity. But Sel could always tell the day after Sara got her card in the mail. There was an extra bounce to her step and a special light in the older woman’s eyes.<br/><br/>Sel turned from the lunch counter and moved to Maddox. Feeling a sense of comradery – not to mention a little devilry because she suspected it would make the guy uncomfortable – she slipped one arm around his shoulders and started moving. Her side brushed against his as they headed for the area where they could pick up drinks.<br/><br/>“So where you from Maddox?” Sel asked casually, her hip and side of her breast brushing against him with each step they took.</span><br/>