<div class="floatleft">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/6/1/o/761or/Mystique_l.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Mystique<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Raven Darkholme<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Hallway leading to foyer<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 12:10 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bishop, Warren, Puck / open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Decision to leave is made, stopped<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/h/b/2/7hb2M/mystique98.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/>Raven stops as Lucas hand reaches and grips around her right elbow.   She looked back then at him.    His words  about needing to talk.  They should not have hit her as hard as they do.   The tone came off as if demanding.   A male macho thing, and well she has never done good with being told what to do.   Yet she could not bring the spite to her words or anger to rise.   As she gives a soft shake to her head.   As she surprises herself in that moment.<br/><br/>"Alright lets go talk."<br/><br/>Is it because his hand on her elbow is sending twinkling feeling buzzing through her.   A heat rising in her stomach.   As Raven Darkholme unbeknownst to her, for a moment when she answered eyes held a mooning quality to them as if one held spellbound.<br/><br/>With answer given,  she would allow Lucas to drag her into a room to speak.