[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

There's a first for everything. First kiss, first drink, first love, first time having sex.

Lynn was experiencing one of the less magical "firsts", that being her first encounter with seasickness. The girl had never been a boat before, and after about ten minutes of jostling around on the waves, was firmly placed at the back, a bottle of ginger ale clutched in one hand and some of the worthless drammamine tablets the boat's attendants had given her in the other. "Oh sweet merciful Christ," Lynn muttered, closing her eyes and fighting down another wave of nausea. "I swear to Christ I will do whatever it takes to get a plane ride out of this place." Staring at her white, scarred knuckles, she tried to ignore the rocking waves in her peripheral vision. 

Egh. Another round of vomiting, which at this point was reduced to dry heaving. Lynn was extremely grateful no one else was around, because they'd probably try and offer to help her, and that kinda shit just annoyed her. What? Did they think she needed it? She figured every well-to-do fat cat that could afford the Academy (had they not offered her a scholarship...) probably wanted a pet project in the form of some kid from the projects, but Lynn wasn't about to play along. Still, if some kid had the power to prevent seasickness, she would've gladly let them work their wonders on her. Lynn had managed to avoid getting any vomit on herself, which was pretty good considering her...limited...wardrobe. 

Cheers? Cheers and screams. The triumphant kind, not the "holy shit that knife's big" kind. Lynn turned her head to the front of the boat, not letting go of the side rail, and saw that land was in sight. Many thanks to a God Lynn wasn't exactly on the best terms with were uttered, and she managed to avoid sickness for the rest of the trip. Lynn gave it a few minutes, allowed the mass exodus of eager teenagers to vacate the ship before she followed along, moving somewhat better with the ship docked and (more or less) still. She wasn't one to care too much about her appearance, but Lynn was admittedly a little unsatisfied with how she had to look-hair laughably askew with the sharp breeze at the back of the boat, clothes all baggy and wrinkled...Lynn tied her hair back into a ponytail and followed along after the other happy campers, with the deep scowl on her face clearly showing what she thought of the damned ride over. 

Eh? Jungle? Not what she'd been expecting. Lynn wasn't real familiar with jungles-urban sprawls, those were more of her element, but as long as they had toilets to piss in and food, she wasn't about to complain. She'd handled the roughest parts of Chicago, she could handle the jungle. As they walked, Lynn went back through her backpack, making sure her meager belongings were left unmolested. It appeared that, more or less, her supplies had all made it-she'd tucked some of the more questionable items on her person, and would ideally be able to keep them on her. Drawing a cigarette from a pack, Lynn clutched it in her teeth, lit it with her lighter (some beat-up old Zippo that looked ancient) and tucked it away.

Then they had some boring-ass seminar thing. It had been a long damned time since Lynn had sat through one of these, unless you count a couple of those sessions you could do to get time shaved off in juvy. A quiet, sinking fear began to run through her gut: she...she hadn't fully grasped that this was a SCHOOL. She'd known there would be classes, but she hadn't actually thought about how she'd manage to do that. Christ, she had to be years behind all these other kids. And Jesus, this other kids looked worse off than her. Some gaudy pirate chick was a hood away from the Ku Klux Klan look. Weird guy in a suit, staring everybody down. Maybe one of the feds? No, no, he looked way too young. Lynn did a subtle double-take at Jaska, who she could've sworn had a tail, but was otherwise unimpressed with her new classmates. [i]This is going to be a long, long year.[/i]

...no cigarettes.

No cigarettes.

Lynn, who had continued smoking while indoors, let loose a string of not-so-subtle profanities. She dropped the cigarette on the floor and put it out with her shoe, grinding it into the ground. That was some serious bullshit right there. Serious. Bullshit.

Then food, which was really the only thing that had enticed Lynn to signing up for this freakshow. It didn't disappoint-the normally unshakeable girl had a moment of being totally dumbstruck. Christ, the smell. It smelled so damned good! Beyond that, there was more food than anyone could possibly eat-she...she didn't know where to begin. It all looked delicious! Lynn wasted no time in grabbing a tray and piling her plate up as high as it could possibly go, noting that there was no charge for food. All you can eat? Music to Lynn's fuckin' ears.

She sat down at a table, a spot or two away from the nearest person. Yeah, she didn't give two shits about making friends. There was food to be had. She gave the occupants of the table a subtle up-down. Hold up, that eyepatched bitch-she was Latina. One of the Kings? Maybe MS-13? Lynn studied those three intensely for a moment but decided against it. She didn't give off that vibe. Neither did the other two (holy hell, that kid DID have a tail), who appeared to be her family, just going off looks. There was the guy in the suit who was asking if he could sit down-just sit your ass down, this isn't a thing. What are you gonna do if they tell you no, anyways? There was some chick in a dress that cost more than everything Lynn had on her. Coincidentally, she annoyed Lynn already. 

Eh. Sizing people up wasn't going to do shit. What was going to help Lynn, both in the short and long terms, was the plate full of ambrosia before her. Digging into she-didn't-even-care-but-oh-Christ-it-was-so-good, Lynn ignored her classmates and quickly began working her way through her meal.