[u][i]Dana Lucille Alcott.[/i][/u]

Thank god, Henry was here to help. It was hard for her to go about her day without help. She gave Henry a pleased smile, graciously saying, "Thank you, Henry, you're a Heavensent." She was already being pushed up into line. When it was her turn, she ordered some eggs, pancakes, and assorted fruit (Apples, Oranges, etc). Like Dragonfly requested, she rolled her way forward, finding a table for them. It was her M.O to find a spot that was away from everyone else. A place where she can relax, be away from the crowds of annoying and overly aggressive students. Thankfully, her power won't activate where she is now. Too many people are here, at least someone would catch her in their peripheral. When Dragonfly gave her food, she immediately started eating. "I really must thank you. I hate looking like I'm so dependent on other people... but, I just need the help every now and then." She thanked Henry a second time, it might have been a little redundant at this point, but she needed to get that across. She continued munching down on her food. Stopping to look up at Dragonfly, "So..." She stumbled for a subject. Between asking him about his day, or dwelling on needing help, there wasn't much Dana could talk about.

Until someone else wandered onto the table....

[u][i]Jaska Din Valos, & Dana Lucile Alcott.[/i][/u]

Among the many sights, sounds and smells that the lunchroom had, they were all things that Jaska had learned to tune out. This wasn't any different from walking down the street. Not that he was the time that was constantly paying attention to begin with. Except for the overwhelming and powerful sound of fish underwhelmed his sense of smell. He took in a deep sniff through his nose to confirm. Yes... the strong smell of fish. His golden eyes drifted in that direction. It was Henry, with a bag in his hand that couldn't be anything else but a fish. He got up on all fours, digging his claws into the table, almost like was ready to pounce Henry and steal his fish. Of course, stealing was wrong, so he relaxed. He was going to ask for some fish again. However, his near-pounce didn't go unnoticed.

"Little Dragon...? What are you doing?" Gabe asked, stopping what she was doing to look at him.

"I smell fish." Jaska pointed at Henry. "I [i]want[/i] fish."

"Go right ahead." Jake said, taking a fork full of food. "Just don't wander too far. I'd rather you stay close to me as possible."

The second he got the green-light, Jaska was off, his senses were superior, so he did hear Jake. He went into predator mode, he crawled off the table, and started quickly scurrying across the floor. He was trying to be discrete, but people couldn't help but notice him. He just wasn't as unnoticeable as he thought he was. He was just ready to attack, the bag was dangling, and he had the element of surprise. He stopped himself... He realized that he wasn't an animal. He was a boy, among people. So, he just casually walked up to the table, clawed his way up onto it, and amused the "gargoyle" position. Nonchalantly as possible. "Hey Henry, can I have that fish?"

Dana raised an eyebrow as this younger fellow, with a rather demonic appearance - It was no worse than what she turns into when everyone blinks.... This kid was definitely pre-pubescent, and she guessed that he was half her age. She wasn't the best with children, but she was going to try. "Hello, who might you be?"

Jaska's head pivoted towards Dana. She was pretty. Mommy told him that ladies like it when you tell him that. "Oh, hiiiiii, pretty lady. I'm Jaska."

"Oh... Aren't you the gentleman." Dana smiled, "Why thank you."

[u][i]Amanda Daisy Blackmore.[/i][/u]

Oooooh, Red. He'll be fun.

Amanda caught Nikki's new friend come in, grab his food, then sit down somewhere. She was relatively uncaring about Red, but she had an idea of what buttons to press now. She stopped eating and grinned wildly. Perhaps she'll have a bit of fun while dealing with breakfast and everything else. She grabbed her plate of waffles, and skipped over to Red's table. She plopped down on a chair, right next to him, she bumped her shoulder into him to get his attention - In case he hadn't already. "Heya, Red!" She loudly said to him, with a toothy smile. "I saw you over here all lonely and I decided I should keep you company...." She cut a piece of her waffles. "... Surprising, since I expected you to have [i]someone[/i] out of your little harem of lady friends." She spoke completely nonchalant, "Too bad. Maybe if you were a little older, I'd bag you myself, but I think you're too young. Like wine, you gotta let it age with time."

[u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio.[/i][/u]

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Morning... Jesus, that siren was a blaring pain in the ass. It almost made her want to run up to the Headmaster's office and shove her foot up his ass for implementing such a thing. She massaged her temples for a moment, letting out the loudest groan of anger ever. That's one thing she didn't miss back home. Time for the first day of school, unlike some people, she was actually looking forward to it. She was going to spend her time getting more information about her class mates. Deborah could cheat her ass off when it came to school work. That might sound like it's scummy to do, but her power just tells her the answers to all the questions, or lets her pick up even information about a particular subject. It's not [i]her[/i] fault that she got these powers. Thus, school was a breeze. The only problem came when Power training came around. Adam was a bit of a hardass yes, but she [i]actually[/i] developed her power under his wing. The actual problem came when she involved other people.

Enough going on about school and her sentiments, she needed to actually get ready for class. She was quick to claim the bathroom for herself. She quickly took her shower... This was actually somewhat annoying. She would always get information about the water (The chemicals in it, how hot it is, and so on), or something else irrelevant. Her power is activated merely because she feels it splash against her skin. It was just something that she had to tune out. She got out of the shower, and the stream of information ended. She let out a sigh of relief and got dressed. She choose a navy-blue button-up, with a long black skirt, and black dress shoes. It was time to get her grub on. Maybe this time her power won't tell her that a roach was on her food ([i]After[/i] she put it in her mouth). 

Debby was out the door and heading for the cafeteria fast. She was going to eat her food while seeing if she can dig up some useful information about her [i]fellow student[/i]. Hopefully her power will gloss the chronic masturbator for once! Deborah stepped into the cafeteria, and looked around. Her power alerted her of anyone she's seen before. But, her power didn't tell her anything new, and honestly they weren't relevant enough for a double-take, so she ignored them for now. She got in line, and got some food. Some eggs, toast with jelly, and an orange. She wasn't too much of a super heavy eater. She needed to maintain this body of hers, after all! While she walked, she eyeballed two new faces.... 

There were two one-armed men, lame jokes aside, the differences end there. Easily the one that stood out the most was the one made of metal ([b]He seeks interaction through their common features. Wants his target to make the first move. Senses through electrical currents.[/b]). It was anybody's guess if the Metal-Man's a student or a staff member. She didn't have enough information herself to make that connection. The other one-armed man ([b]Harbors a guilt like no other. Has recently cleaned himself up, suggesting trauma in past. Wishes to be alone.[/b]) looked more normal than Peter, but what Deborah's power was telling her was just so juicy.

Interesting.

While she could sit with someone else (That was actually in her age group), these two actually interested her... The Secret Keeper must learn more about them. She sat down a table away from Peter, she had the guess that Peter was taking the passive role here. If not, she can get information from them [i]just[/i] fine. She ate her food, glancing towards them every now and then. Perhaps if they took a notice to her, she would introduce herself. Because she would know before they do. Unlikely, she didn't need her power to say that they have nothing in common.

Gossip has never been so [i]delicious[/i].

[u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u]

Theresa stopped herself. Well, Poppy has gave a good enough reason to delay. "Suuuuure." She stepped back into her room and closed the door. She started going through her drawers for a hairbrush. Until she found it, a large, wooden, black brush. A new one that Theresa got, she felt that now would be a great time to use it. Theresa grabbed a chair, and pushed it over to Poppy. "Have a seat, your Hairdresser will be with you in a second...." Once Poppy sat down, Theresa started brushing her hair. Poppy's mane was quite wavy and luscious, red too. Hm, it makes plenty of sense why she would need some help brushing it - But it gave Tess the idea that she always had someone to do it for her. Not that she minded, she was always  willing to give someone a helping hand. "You know? You should put your hair into dreadlocks, or an afro." She joked, to make conversation. "Don't lie, you know you would look cute walking around in an afro." She quickly chuckled to herself. 

After a few minutes of brushing, Theresa was complete, and Poppy's hair looked presentable. [i]Hot damn, I definitely got some points with the little girl now.[/i] Theresa actually felt good about this. She helped Poppy, and she was actually trusted to do something 'girly'. She knew that Poppy is somewhat uncomfortable with having a Transgendered room mate, and that was [i]fine[/i] actually. Theresa was subjugated to worse reactions (She was assaulted once for it - Thank god she can regenerate), and Poppy was on the better end of things. Theresa was going to work with her, and show her that she's no different from all the other girls, and that they can be friends.

Of course, this silly little girl was in the way of food! Food first, friendship later.

"Now, c'mon, Poppy-flower. Paradise awaits." Theresa was going to make many opium jokes about Poppy - All because of her name. She walked over to the door, and held it open for Poppy, before she stepped out the door herself. It wasn't a long walk to the cafeteria, she has been coming here for years, she knew the ins and the outs of the place - With a little help from Dana, of course. She stepped into the cafeteria and immediately got into line, it wasn't too long of a wait since people are usually rushed by the staff to keep things moving. Theresa mostly ate only fruit for breakfast, with some meat thrown in for protein. Oranges, apples, bananas, she put them all on her plate, along with some Canadian sausages. She put all on them on a large plate, and left the line. Theresa looked for a table, she wasn't aiming for seclusion, for once. More of sitting somewhere actually desirable.

Resting her plate down, Theresa sat down a second or two after. Blankly staring ahead for a moment, before she said, "You can sit with me..." Theresa said, slowly unwrapping her scarf. It's just common sense that she couldn't eat through it. She neatly folded her scarf on the table, next to her plate food. Poppy and anyone else would see Theresa's face clearly - Since eating was of the few occasions where Theresa didn't have her scarf on. Before she started munching down on food, she spoke, "... Just... let me know if you start to feel weird..." Surely, she would put her drug into the air with every breath, but long as Poppy didn't breathe in too much, it isn't a problem. The scarf over face practice didn't work as well as a gas mask, but it helped her from getting everyone she meets high. With that tidbit out the way, she began eating.