Learning Rule #1

                                        

                                              
A/N: One of my favourite bands/songs. Queen :P Oh so much fun though they really do have some very, very strange songs :P Under Pressure: I really like the last part of it, where they start talking about what love demands from us:D And if it doesn't work, I'll take a wrench to it later and fix it.
                              
That's right, I am a WENCH WITH A WRENCH. Be afraid, be very very.... SQUIRREL!
                              
________________________________________________________________________________
                              
 Waking the little darlings up involved quick reflexes and a loud sterio. Gideon wasn't like the other Concillors, in that she firmly believed in being on hand for the intake under her care. So she tended to just sleep on the couch in their group lounge, and make use of their intake house as if it were her own. Though she did have a real, private room elsewhere, she only ever used it as storage and for her days off.
                              
So on the first morning of intake five's very first full day under her care, she decided to show them why it is always a good idea to sleep with paranoia. She couldn't honestly say who was faster out of bed, the boys or the girls, because the moment she turned on the music, everyone jumped about three feet out of bed simultaneously. Of course having the song 'Banana Phone' get blared in your ears at 6 am is probably likely to make anyone wake wide eyed and alarmed, so Gideon didn't hold it against them.
                              
The convict was the only one of her intake that didn't seem vaguely intimidated by her, so it was no surprise that he was the one to grumble and step forward, turning off the sound system. Gideon made no move to stop him, though she found it amusing that it took even her convict nearly half the song to realize that she was just going to let it blare on and annoy them until they did something to stop it.
                              
"Good morning intake 5!" Gideon enthused, upping the cheery to a new, psychotic notch. This was a perverse trick of hers, as Gideon hated early mornings even more than her kids could. She was an insomniac of the highest order, clocking in a whole whopping 2-3 hours of sleep a night when she was lucky. Which sort of obliged her to be a night owl, something she would never let the kids know. Because it always worked out that if she came at them in the morning all cheery and bright, it seemed to goad them into acceptance and go along with what she wanted. The only times she'd ever come in gloom and doom morning style, the kids had all thrown up their own futile resistance, a mistake she didn't plan on making with these kids.
                              
They all stared at her, sandy-eyed and grumbling, complaining to each other that they didn't think it was fair that they were waking up at this time and none of the other intake houses even had lights on yet. They're already uniting against a common enemy- me. Oh they make me so proud! Gideon grinned, her internally mocking thoughts reflected on her face by the snarky grin. And much to their chagrin, the lights of the other intake houses started to flick on as well, though their sun rise greetings were less jarring than Gideon's own method. There were six intake houses, with six kids in each house, though the break down wasn't always even male-female.
                              
"I figured you guys would want first dibs on the eggs and bacon for breakfast." Gideon stated plainly, shrugging her shoulders. Intake 5 actually got to see the other side of the thus far meek Luna Swiftfang. Apparently when she's not fully awake, her more animalistic nature takes over.
                              
The cat girl was growling softly in her chest, a rumbling sound that looked odd coming from an anthropomorphized leopard, teenaged girl. Her beautiful eyes were full pupil, without any trace of the sane human mind that usually reigned in the violent and aggressive instincts. Like the instincts seeming to be in charge now while the lycanthrope realized she would have to share food. Most animals are really rather bad over that kind of thing. Add in an eating disorder and a whole heaping of self-loathing and you have a great recipe of hormones, instincts, emotions and very little common sense. Shake well and serve in a tall glass with a sprig of catnip and you'd have little Luna right this moment.