[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

Cordelia woke up the same way she always did. 

It was unlikely, that Gabe-in her groggy, would-murder-someone's-family-for-five-more-minutes state of consciousness, would notice, but Lynn's shadow reached down from the wall beside her and rested a hand on the girls shoulder. Lynn had caught herself, not whipping out her switchblade in front of her roommate-although, her hand under her pillow, her face cold and full of fury-it probably looked sketchy enough.

A moment or two passed and Cordelia remembered where she was-the Academy. Not the place her dreams often took her to. She took a few deep breaths, wiping the sweat off her brow and collecting herself. In a tanktop and shorts, far more of Lynn's flesh was exposed than normal. All of Lynn's left shoulder and forearm were consumed with the intricate rendering of the Angel of Death, and the right a pair of twin phoenixes, their tails stopping just short of her elbow. The black ink was a stark contrast to her pale skin, and without her usual get-up of baggy clothing, it became evident just how small Lynn was. You could've fit three or four of her onto the mattress-on which she slept above the covers and sheets, curled up in the fetal position. Lynn's face as she slept wasn't one of discomfort, but rather surprise-like it wasn't used to resting on a pillow for the night.

And in the dead of night, when she began to thrash and scream, her shadow would silently reach down and cup its hand over her mouth, catch her from rolling off the bed, and place her gently back upon the bed, without the roommate or Lynn herself ever the wiser.

"Yeah. Yeah, shower sounds good." Lynn jumped up out of bed and immediately dropped down, grunting out thirty or so push-ups. This was less to maintain her physique and more to burn off the panicked energy that seemed to accompany Lynn upon first waking up. She'd been alerted to sirens many times before, but they were more of the wailing, accompanied-by-blue-lights variety. Lynn staggered up and jogged into their bathroom, showering off and taking her sweet damned time. [i]God this feels amazing.[/i]

Gabe, which Lynn had always assumed was a dude's name, but whatever, was still doing her thing when she got out, so Lynn grabbed her bag and retreated back into the bathroom to change. There were...scars...that she prefer not be made known to the world quite yet. Lynn slipped on her other set of clothes, and made a note to herself to get new stuff by tomorrow. Tanktop, if you wanted to be generous. Wifebeater, if you wanted to be accurate. She slipped on a Chicago Bulls hoodie next and pulled on jeans, fastening them to herself only with the assistance of a belt. Lynn double-checked her backpack, getting everything secured in there, and vaguely realized she had no actual school supplies. Huh. Shit. 

Well, whatever. This place had a store, she had fast hands. Problem solved.

Lynn found the cafeteria overall too crowded for her liking. Lynn, of course, was at ease in big crowds-it meant plenty of distractions, which meant plenty of easy marks, pickpocket-wise. She eyed a few people who had their phones practically begging to be palmed, but Lynn figured there was no point in stealing something she couldn't sell-there wasn't a black market on the island, she figured.

Lynn smiled wide, a delicious idea coming to her. For once, her day was starting off right!

The girl moved to the serving area, standing in line with a quiet scowl on her face, and piled her plate full of everything. Omelette. Pancakes. Some fruit she probably wouldn't eat because fruit is for little bitches. There's a reason they call people "fruity". Bacon. Sausage. More Bacon. Everything was drowned in syrup and a handful of napkins clumsily ripped from their holder. Whistling to herself, Lynn moved back out the cafeteria and to the steps outside the building, sitting outside to enjoy nature while she ate or some shit like that.