Terry had been a student of Xavier's for years. It would be safe to say that she has learned every trick and has been through the highs and lows of the school like everybody else, and yet, she never got a grasp on becoming comfortable with the tragic that came with living here. Her long break at Muir Isle didn't serve a good purpose either as it only made her even more vulnerable to the frequent loss at the school. But, as said before, she has been through most of Xavier's bad times and has created methods to dealing with them. Like all things bad, she needed to smoke it out. It didn't matter what would happen to her lungs at all since they were all super powered and all. She smoked only for the relief. Fuck possible lung cancer problems normal humans would have to experience.

Though she has seen Xavierites killed, captured, and/or severed, she had never realized how annoying it was when students became all emo. And it didn't end there with this brand new mass of students. Someone was creating pictures and was too scared to show their face(s). What a bitch. Terry would often say every week when the famous 'secrets' made their debuts. She didn't have to worry about these things when she was a student many years ago. People weren't so quick to backstab one another or gossip about one's business. Things like that would have stressed out any sane person. If she only had one cigarette left it would be the death of her.

She didn't worry about her journal post too much either. Jaya agreed to have a smoking break with her, and if rumors served her right then Jaya would be the person to see when you wanted to let loose. Terry hoped she didn't make any mistakes when she picked her as a desired smoking buddy. She eased outside, roughly stomping over the lawn Laura probably put so much work into. It didn't matter to the young Cassidy at the moment. A cigarette was only mere seconds away and the kindness of just flying over the lawn surpassed her train of thought... like everything else.

"'Sup Jaya. Hope I'm not too late. I practically ran me ass down here." She went inside her shirt, seemingly searching for her pack of cigarettes within her bosom. "For cryin' out fuckin' loud!" Puppy dog eyes time, Jaya. "You mind sparin' me a ciggy, lassie. You know I need it." Who can deny the puppy dog treatment?