[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

Michaela Jackson was giving her the evil eye. Singular. Cordelia gave her a quick, visibly fake smile. [i]I'll put that other eye of yours out. Really, it's a favor, you won't have to keep crying everytime you pass by a mirror.[/i] Cordelia turned back to her food, rolling her hoodies' too-big sleeves up a bit. Pushed halfway up her biceps, it revealed the tips of her tattoos, peeking out from beneath the red cloth. It was hard to tell what they were with so little exposed, but presumably they extended a lot further up. Cordelia resumed eating until some asshat named Jake spoke to her, which prompted a "Can't you see I'm eating?" look from Cordelia. Huh? Kid? Lynn glanced over in Jake's direction-oh, the Fucker With A Tail, and her brow furrowed. Huh. He...was kinda young, wasn't he. Cordelia chewed for a moment, taking a minute to actually say the words, and muttered, "Yeah, sorry. My bad." After this, she looked back down and continued eating for a little bit.

Cordelia Lynn Holmes was not a girl who made a habit of apologizing.

She continued her meal, glancing occasionally at all the people around her. Glowing Girl was interesting, and on the off chance they were roommates, maybe she could double as Lynn's nightlight. She ignored the Valoses for the remainder of her meal-if Eyepatch's looks were any indicator, they had made up their minds about her, and she didn't enjoy interacting with those she'd apologized to. Just felt weird. Like rubbing a raw wound with salt. The salt of humility. The wound of pride. Such pensive thoughts were interrupted by another mouthful of food. 

Then...wait, hold up, was Suits actually talking to her? Jesus, he was out of touch. Walking by and whispering. Dude, they're cigarettes, not crack. Admittedly, Lynn probably could've gotten him some crack, given enough time and resources, but still. Did he mean weed? Lynn didn't really get the need for it. She wasn't about to hide it-just open her dorm window and light up. Unless they had a guy with a ridiculously good sense of smell on the staff, that plan was pretty much foolproof. But Lynn, not feeling like throwing down with two rich pricks at the same time, merely grunted noncommittally and continued with her meal. Oooh, no, wait. Suits. Suits was a resource to be exploited, not an annoying person (most of Earth's population fell into this category for Lynn) to be ignored. With that kind of money? Yeah, she could hook him up with cigarettes alright. Sure, they might have the filters out and the nicotine content of a rock, but she could get him his fix. Cordelia didn't know what the cost of living was like at this place (she...hadn't really read the letter they sent), but figured a little extra cash never hurt. Plus, this was a boarding school. It was a matter of time until somebody needed to get into somebody's dorm to see if their dumbass boyfriend was cheating on them, or until they needed to launch a prank or something-and Cordelia would be happy to capitalize off the opportunity. That was Cordelia's general view of those who were her peers-they were people to be profited off of and then disposed of. 

The glint from Glowing Girl distracted this line of thought. And the sight of the little kid with the tail. Wonder how he got clothes, custom fitted like that. [i]Yeah, like his family's got trouble buying custom fits.[/i] Cordelia buried these troubling challenges to her worldview with yet more food, a coping mechanism that could be problematic if she wasn't in desperate need of it.