[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

"Over here, Mary Poppins," Lynn drawled, seeing Alex wander relatively close to the entrance of the cafeteria. Lynn was seated off to the side of the steps, comfortably propped against a pillar (there'd be space for the Nightlight to sit across from her if she so chose, which Lynn was kinda hoping she would-she hadn't even meant "Mary Poppins" all that derogatorily). Her shadow splashed against the stone behind her, mirroring her every moment as a shadow should. But occasionally, once every few minutes, it would twitch, or Lynn's shadow would glance to one side, check its surroundings. All the while, Lynn steadily continued eating (she'd hardly made a dent in the gargantuan quantity of food her plate was somehow able to hold), not bothering too much with manners and whatnot since she was, ya know, eating alone. Not that Lynn had a qualm with eating alone-she was used to it, and most of the kids in there seemed like dumbasses. She figured the whole day would be spent with these meatsacks, having to go math or science or reading that Lynn was hopelessly incapable of performing, so she might as well avoid them while she could. Whilst lessons were going on? Lynn's strategy was to lay low and avoid drawing attention to herself. She'd rather keep the whole "I'm about two steps above illiterate" thing to herself for as long as possible. If anyone felt like giving her shit for it, well, Lynn would beat their face in until they were dyslexic. [i]Who can't read now, bitch![/i]

"Sleep well?" Lynn asked casually, a genuine note of interest and ease in her voice. She felt...not happy, but relaxed. In a little while she'd be back to being pissed, but the weather was okay outside, there was warm food to eat, and someone who didn't make Lynn consider suicide just by talking approaching her. So the morning was...okay? "Also, you have any idea what we're doing today? I'm hoping it's more..." Lynn swallowed a huge mouthful of omelette-some dentists and orthodontists would perhaps question if her jaw had unhinged to accomplish this feat-"superhero-ey stuff. Obstacle courses or sparring or whatever. Not...school-school." Lynn's voice trailed off, and she looked out over the jungle. Lynn rolled up her sleeves (they were prone to falling back down on her thin arms), runnning a hand through her unkempt hair and pulling it back into a ponytail. To say Lynn didn't care about her hair would be an understatement. She propped her beat-up sneakers on the ledge and laid her empty plate down on the ground next to her, perhaps planning on taking it back into the cafeteria later, but more probably planning on leaving it there for someone else to pick it up. Or maybe that lizard fucker would just eat it. Who really cared?