[indent][indent][indent]As Salem listened to everyone introduce themselves, she rolled her eyes. They weren’t answering her question. She wanted the reason why they were here - not their life story. 

Salem knew everyone in the room, somehow. Rather she had read their files behind her fathers back or not wasn’t of importance. The young woman knew everyone’s abilities. She knew their names, where they were from… Nothing that they said wasn’t something she didn’t already know. The urge to remove Faye from the house came when the orange haired girl asked them to `protect her`. Rolling her eyes again, Salem took a deep breath before introducing herself. 

[color=6ecff6]”This is more of a formality than anything. Most of you guys know me. I’m Salem. Heir to the de Silva thrown or whatever. I like to blow shit up.”[/color] 

Remaining seated on the counter, she watched as the secret doorway opened up. 

[color=6ecff6]”Hm. I thought I remembered him saying something about the lock for the secret rooms. Used to be the third light switch on the wall beside the microwave….”[/color] 

Spacing off for a brief moment, Sam’s voice brought her back to the present moment. 

[color=6ecff6]”That makes sense. Anyway, I’ll be claiming my usual bedroom. You’ll know which one it is. Meanwhile, I’ll be in the basement punching shit if you need me!”[/color] 
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