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[h3]Loki Cage[/h3]
Location: room-meeting
Interacting with: technically Sophie and the professor
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Loki sat on his bed thinking of what the professor said. He would never be normal...yet he also wasn't the freakiest thing in here. He closed his eyes and inhaled. He probably didn't even have the saddest story. Just the feel that it was his fault and the feel that no one wanted him because of how he looked never left him. How could it when his eye sight was screwed up. He inhaled again. 

Slowly the time went by like every night and he was still awake when the time became 7:45. He stood and made his way to the meeting room, his steel toe boots not making any noise. His eyes remained downcast, as if to prevent anyone from seeing them. He slowly made his way to a seat and sat down, his head tilted downward. He could feel the tension, and that made him feel even more uncomfortable. His nostrils flared as he inhaled Sophie's scent. Focusing on it made him feel better. Part of him also focused on trying to see normally. He had worn sunglasses for so long he had gotten used to that layer of darkness.