[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

Oh. Canada. That explained a lot, like his being a giant lizard and whatnot.

And twenty-two? Cordelia wasn't exactly in a position to criticize the school's academia, but seemed like that was a little young to be having a Ph.D. Lynn vaguely wondered how much he had to cheat to get a degree in neurobioscience, then decided she really didn't care that much. He moseyed off after that, leaving Lynn (as per usual) by herself, before returning with liquor and more food. Sadly, it was all for the little demon kid. Gah. [i]Wine? Fish? If this motherfucker brings me a loaf of bread, he might just be Jesus.[/u] Cordelia continued to eat, mulling over the situation at the Academy. There was a sizable amount of kids here-co-ed, for better or for worse (Cordelia wasn't really looking for dating opportunities at the moment, regardless) and what was certainly an eclectic staff. Lots of food, if nothing else. She didn't know what the workload was like, and being...ah...rusty, on her education could prove detrimental. She was hoping it was a lot of PE, powers being used-things she could excel at with fairly minimal effort. If they started throwing physics and world history at her, Cordelia was going to show them a mundane, yet nonetheless exceptional gift of hers: cheating.

Most of the crowd seemed to be more-or-less well-off, average kids. There were the wealthy looking Hispanics, Suits, a few others dressed up pretty nice. Lynn wondered what kind of tuition fees there were, and if they'd been waived in her particular case-if so, it'd be reaaaallll easy for her to get kicked off this rock if she acted up. Lynn wasn't one to follow authority, but she was willing to play along to her advantage. A place to crash, food, and maybe the possibility of a degree of some sort? Yeah, she could avoid doing anything blatantly upsetting for a while if she was getting all that in return. Lynn, however, figured this deal was too sweet to last-she'd already gotten more stares than the walking lizard had, and once she took off the hoodie and bared her tattoos, she figured even more would be coming. Fine by her. [i]You all can dance on my grave if you want, but I'm getting buried at sea. You bitches'll drown.[/i]

Then Nightlight started chattering, which was alright by Lynn. Chick had one hell of a scar on her face, which Lynn could identify with. Plus, unlike the other people here, she didn't give off that fake vibe. Alex might've had a little too much enthusiasm and pep for Lynn's personal tastes, but eh. She wasn't putting on-at least as far as Cordelia Lynn Holmes could tell. "Uh, yeah," she said, struggling to keep up with the machinegun-speed of Alex's excited talking. "I'm, uh, excited. First year." she paused, chewing on a piece of bread. The chick lit up when she spoke. Literally, she was glowing a lot. Cordelia's shadow shifted away from it, but it didn't seem to faze the girl herself. "Yeah, should be, uh...interesting." Lynn was aware of her somewhat lackluster conversational skills, but she wasn't used to speaking to someone and, you know, actually wanting to prolong the conversation. Damnit. Damn it all.

Then Morticia showed up, and Cordelia had to struggle to keep the grin off her face. Ah, this was a lot more her speed. "Morticia, honey," Cordelia said calmly, wiping up some ketchup with her fires and biting into it with nonchalance-she stared right at Vespera, refusing to look away. Her posture was stiffer, one of total confidence and...hardness. She was quite clearly projecting that if Vespera was looking to be thrown out the nearest window, Cordelia Lynn would be happy to oblige. "Much like our glow-in-the-dark amiga over here, I have trouble containing myself. And, unfortunately, she's honestly the only one within, say, thirty miles, who isn't pissing me off right now." Cordelia swallowed her food and flashed a brilliant smile with her slightly crooked teeth. "So why don't you take a nice, deeeep breath in, then blow out all the passive aggressive bitchiness you didn't let out in that last sentence of yours." Cordelia continued eating, literally no signs of anger emanating from her-just cold...readiness. The truth was, she was mostly just bored-it was 99% boredom and maybe 1% feeling bad for Alex. Well, .5%. The other .5% was that Cordelia hated when people were annoying while she ate, and-Murphy's Law being in full swing, every asshole in the cafeteria was being annoying. From now on, she was eating outside, alone. "So unless you want to be relocated to the Academy for the Blind, and unless you want to wear those shitty knock-off shades for the rest of your life, I suggest you turn your pale ass around, walk it right out of here, and go back to blowing Goth kids or watching Twilight or whatever you do in your free time." Cordelia gave her a chummy wink of the eye and finished up with the food on her plate. 

Invigorated, she ignored Morticia and faced Alex. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it. Being a freshman and stuff. You know what we're doing after this? Because I'm down to just stay in here and eat for the next few hours if there's nothing going on."