[center][color=forestgreen][h1]Lucy Parker[/h1][/color][/center]
There was one thing that Lucy truly hated about her power, it wasn't the headaches or the mass of voices when she was faced with a crowd, it wasn't the way it constantly distracted her or even how it had distanced her from her father. The thing that Lucy truly hated about it was that it told her what people thought about her before they even opened there mouths.

Lucy had a certain look about her, she knew it. The aviators, the army jacket, ripped jeans, skateboard, converse, they painted a certain picture about her and Lucy knew it and she didn't have a problem with it. Girls were free to assume whatever they wanted about Lucy when they first saw her and most of the time after getting to know her a bit better they ended up liking her, or hating her with a fiery passion but usually that wasn't cause of her looks. All of that was normal but it was complicated by the fact that Lucy could pick out which people thought she was a self entitled brat before either of them started a conversation. How were you supposed to try and befriend someone when you knew they didn't think highly of you just by being in the same room with them.

When Lucy's roommate walked into the dorm Lucy got a read on her immediately. It wasn't a thought so much as a general annoyance at Lucy's presence though if Lucy had to translate it into words it would likely have read something along the lines of 'Oh great it's Army Jacket. Didn't I have any other options?' If they had passed each other in the halls or even had the same classes together no doubt neither of them would even have said a word to the other but it looked like since they would be stuck sharing a room for the next ten months that despite [i]Michelle's[/i] first impressions she was going to give Lucy a chance which was welcome.

Despite the clearly aggressive stance Michelle took in front of Lucy's bed the girl in the army greens still wanted to make this work. Doing her best to pretend she hadn't heard Michelle's first impressions Lucy stood up. After all it wasn't like hers were much more flattering, seven foot African American girl she looked like she'd popped of the pages of Conan the Barbarian but putting that aside. "Must of yeah, We haven't been formally introduced, I'm Lucy Parker." Lucy glanced around the room. "I got here like two minutes ago, haven't really set anything up. Did you want the bed by the window?" In all honesty Lucy was really hoping that Michelle was good with the one by the wall. Lucy felt safer if she could go out onto the terrace at night without disturbing anyone... And she was hoping that she could use it as a back door though she hadn't had a chance to inspect how climbable it was.