<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CD1UIB1.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>:  Puck<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:  Meggan Puceanu<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>:  Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 1210 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Rogue, Gambit, Angel<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Old camo jacket, faded blue jeans, blue spaghetti strap tank-top, converse shoes<br/><hr/><br/>She stiffened a bit as Angel addressed her, bristling a bit against the comment before responding, "I am hap--" she began, her tone sounding distinctly not happy and more agitated, so she paused and let out a little sigh to center herself.  She bowed her head before acquiescing "I will..." she relented, sounding a little defeated.  The rest of the conversations were beginning to take off, everything was getting a little more tense between Gambit and Rogue and Mystique--and whatever it was that was going on with Bishop and Mystique.  She shrunk away from the main conversation and just listened, without much more to add.  She nibbled on her thumbnail as she listened, her teeth shifting shape unconsciously to be more like a rodent's so she could more easily nibble on her thumbnail.<br/><br/>Eventually Mystique and Bishop left, and then it was just her with Gambit and Rogue.  The tension in the room began to fade rather immediately, which helped Meggan to relax.  When Gambit addressed her she turned in his direction, thumbnail still stuck between her teeth and eyes wide with a deer-in-the-headlights look.  First she pulled her hand away from her lips, quickly grasping the thumb she was chewing on in her other hand to hide it, though her teeth remained in their rodent-like shape.  "Oh, I--hi that is," she began, her reply with her halting, British accented voice, "I'm Meggan Puceanu...uh, some kids nicknamed me 'Puck', something about a play..." she explained and quickly continued "...I mean I know she might be bad, but what if she does need help?  It's not like you don't try to help people even if they're bad--but I mean it's not like you shouldn't take care of yourself too, but that doesn't mean it's the wrong thing to do...and I don't know who she is, and maybe I just don't understand but if she knows we don't like her and she comes here anyway knowing nobody else will help her than doesn't that just mean she needs help even more?  Or-or..." she paused, looking from Gambit to Rogue and back again, "...sorry, I'll shut up now."<br/><br/>Rogue asked another question which was probably a good change of topic, otherwise Meggan's mouth may just run away with itself.  She smiled at the question, the two top teeth poking out and resting on her bottom lip giving her an almost comedic expression of happiness.  "It's very nice here," she replies, "I'm still...figuring everything out, but everyone's been very nice.  I don't like homework," she sticks her tongue out in animated disgust at the idea of homework, "but...I mean, the classes are nice.  I'm learning a lot."