[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

Mmm, Alex had a little fire in her. Not, granted, as much as Lynn, who was pretty much entirely comprised of "fire", but still an amount she wouldn't have guessed at first. Yeah, Lynn thought she and Alex were going to get along okay. She felt a sort of strange responsibility for her. While judging from her features, Alex looked to be about her age, her energy and youth made her seem younger. Brought back memories of that orphanage, may-it-burn-in-hell. Much as she hated the place itself, the kids within it were alright. She'd tried to check in on them occasionally, but...

Well, there's a time in your life when you realize you're better off to your friends if you're not in their lives anymore, and it got made pretty clearly when the eight and nine year olds asked why Delly had that tattoo under her eye.

Alex was cursing, wooh. Immediately upon leaving the building (and promptly forgetting about Morticia), Lynn pulled out a cigarette and lit up, holding it in her teeth as she tucked the lighter and pack of cigarettes back within her jacket, away from potential bag-checkers. Any of the Academy's staff tried to pat her down, she'd be calling the ACLU about five minutes later. This place might've had people who were like walking nukes in terms of power, but no matter how strong you were, the bureaucracy of America could fuck you up with impunity. The former state ward was pretty well-versed with that law of the urban jungle. The warm air was new to Lynn, who was used to good weather in Chicago, but this was...something else. Air felt different. Lynn couldn't put her finger on it.

"Let it out, baby doll," Lynn murmured around the cigarette as Alex cursed out Vespera. It was cynical, but the more rage Alex had against the others, the more on Lynn's side she was by default. Lynn liked the girl, genuinely, but it nevertheless worked to her advantage. The comfortable weight of her switchblade and brass knuckle (she had only the one, which she held in her off-hand whilst she wielded the blade in the other) against her skin was reassuring. She'd taped anything really illegal to her person, carefully layering on her clothes to avoid undue suspicion. More suspicion. It wasn't really undue.

"Admin building it is. I have a sinking feeling I will be visiting there a lot more throughout the year. Or at least wherever the hell that detention facility is." As they approached the admin facility, Lynn dropped her cigarette on the ground and crushed it with her sneaker, brushing it off the path casually. Littering was almost as cool as smoking."Yeah, us as roomies would work alright. Might, ah, prove..." Lynn was trying to think of a way to explain how that would make Alex something legal experts call "an accomplice" in such a way that wouldn't scare her off. She realized there really wasn't one. Man, talking to functioning members of society was harder than Lynn remembered. "Never mind, that'd be tight. Lynn grabbed the paper from the receptionist, accepting it with a grunt, and eyed her own paper while Alex read her roommate's name. "Ass Lynn? Well, at least half the name's pretty. Maybe they just call her that 'cause she's got curves, who knows." Lynn talked for a couple seconds to cover the fact she wasn't the world's best reader, and it took her a minute to locate her roommate's name. "Gabriella Valos. Valos. Valos sound kinda Mexican to you?" 

Cordelia closed her eyes, cursing. "Damnit. I'm with that chick wearing the white leather suit. Unless there's another Hispanic chick here, in which case, hey, more evidence I'm racist." Lynn folded up the paper with surprising gingerness and tucked it into the side pocket of her bag, figuring there was probably some relatively useful information in there. She'd read through the whole thing later, alone, when she could sound everything out without being mocked. "Eh, well, as long as you're not paired up with that Goth bitch you should be alright. You know where the dorms are?"