[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

Lynn never really imagined she'd find herself actually listening to some preppy white girl's rant about video game, but Alex's sheer enthusiasm made it really hard not to pay attention to what she was saying. The kid (Lynn said, as if she had decades of age on Alex) wasn't annoying. In fact, while she wasn't in touch with her emotions enough to realize it, Lynn was somewhat bummed the two of them weren't sharing a room. Alex seemed like she'd be alright, and given her baggy, kinda chill style, she didn't figure she'd have to deal with any passive-aggressive bullshit over how Lynn dressed or anything. And, given Alex's little beauty mark across her face, she figured Alex wouldn't be too inquisitive about Lynn's copious tattoos and scars-and, if she was, she could at least relate.

Although, to be fair, Eyepatches Michaela Jackson was probably a little understanding when it came to scars. "I'll catch up with you later," Lynn said, letting Alex go and do her thing. For once, she legitimately meant it. While Lynn was no expert on metas, she figured Alex's glowingness was probably indicative of a lot of power. She remembered vaguely seeing a few episodes of Dragon Ball Z (her surrogate brothers piled around one, shitty TV, screaming drunken profanities, sometimes watching the English version, sometimes trying to figure out what the fuck was going on in the Chinese or Korean or whatever version. Made for good times), and all those motherfuckers lit up like the Vegas Strip when they get pissed at somebody. Of course, her little lightshow may impede Lynn's own gift, but there was like, some symbolism or some shit to that. Light and dark fighting together? Lynn mused on her missed opportunities as a literary critic.

Well, while Lynn was never one for diplomacy-Lynn felt diplomacy was pretty much useless, and a more force-based form of negotiating ("Do X or I fuckin' cut your dick off") was far more effective. However, Lynn, in general, was able to swallow her disdain for assholes when it was beneficial to her: and she figured if she had to spend the next year in a room with Patches, she might as well try and avoid hostility for as long as possible. This not to say that Lynn wouldn't throw down with Gabe if Gabe tried anything-hell, she'd make Gabe's demon little brother watch as she beat his older sister into retardation, but there was no point in going looking for that. If Gabe was willing to play nice-well, Lynn didn't do "nice", so well, but she could manage "civil".

So, when Gabe came over, visibly irritated at the prospect ([i]we're pissed about this and, from the looks of you, we've both been in a few rough scrapes before. This might work after all.[/i]) of talking, Lynn fought down a needlessly snarky response, brushed some of the hair out of her face, and nodded. "Yeah, guess so." Lynn said, trying at a smile. Oh God. That was a horrible idea. Lynn didn't smile. She scowled. Why had she altered the natural order? "Well, I don't know dick about this place. You know where our room is? We can get settled in...or whatever..."