<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<br/><strong>Coming from:</strong> <strong>HERE</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12193395#msg12193395)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">The dinning hall was mostly empty. Only a few tables here and there contained occupants.  A couple of student sat by themselves. Mostly nursing some beverage or another as they hovered over text books. A few socialized. Of course some of the bodies belonged to downtrodden looking students who were likely having one last meal with the parent that had relegated them to this place. <br/><br/>She shook her head. These people had it all wrong. JCPA was like hitting the jackpot. Meh. They’d discover it for themselves soon enough. She flashed a smile at her roommate and moved off to the sandwich area. Smiling sweetly at the woman who was cleaning up from lunch rush behind the counter.<br/><br/>“Sweet Sara. How are you today? Did you get something figured out for that plantar faciitis?”<br/><br/>The woman returned Selene’s smile with one of her own, the dimples popping out in her well rounded cheeks and a pleased flush sweeping them. <br/><br/>“Oh you know me. Still gettin on gettin on. I got me some of those inserts. From the Po-diatrist? Said they should help. We’ll see.” The rotund woman gave a shrug and settled her broom off to one side. <br/><br/>“What can I get ya?” Sara leaned her hands on top of the glass partition that separated the food prep area from those waiting in line. Selene flashed her a conspiratorial smile. Then she placed her hands together in a pious clasp in front of her chest and looked pitiful.<br/><br/>“I don’t suppose you’d make me one of your world famous BLTs? No one can make them like you can. I swear you must've made a deal with the devil to make that bacon come out just right.”<br/><br/>Sara waved a hand at her and sputtered with pleased embarrassment.<br/><br/>“Go on now with you. Such flattery.” The woman glanced behind her at the stove that was obviously cleaned and shut down for the lunch hour then back at Selene. “Well I suppose I could…”<br/><br/>The woman glanced at her companion. “Will you be wanting one too then young sir”</span><br/>