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[x x PAN i K__]

This is a private roleplay for The Loving Kind and x x PAN i K__.
Lurk, but don't touch.

[x x PAN i K__]

»AlexaMONIQUEWestbrook
but call me Lexi.
i'm known as Vixen.

officially, i'm seventeen.
what's below my belt buckles signifies that i'm a wonderful woman.
and i'm pretty fond of those lovely gentlemen.
i'm usually seen with whoever is around. i'm usually pretty open.
i'm also controlled by x x P A N i K.
some people say i'm hot-tempered, stubborn, determined, instinctive, blunt.
my roots are in eugene, oregon.
when i walk into a room, the downfall of us all - a day to remember plays.
Thoughts speak louder than words.

So I'm pretty sure you watch TV, right? Even if you haven't, I bet you've at least heard about those costumed mutants that recently saved San Francisco from that one bad guy, Magento, right? Now think hard, remember that one guy with the metal claws who, I guess, saved the world? Well, I'm almost exactly like him! Well, not really, but I guess we're from the same family of mutants. You see, I'm a feral mutant, meaning I have enhanced senses and enhanced agility and stamina. Sure, I'm not all that strong, but I bet I could outrun you any day! That's not all I can do though. My powers also include a lovely set of bone claws, which extend from the tips of my fingers to a marvelous length of six inches, and a rather handy healing factor. What's that mean, you ask? Well, to sum it up, it means I can take a few bullets to the head and survive, although it'll take me a few days to recover. You'd think that'd be all nice and dandy, right? Wrong. I feel ALL the pain, just like everybody else, but instead of possibly dying from my wounds, I get the satisfaction of knowing that eventually I'll be back to normal.

[The Loving Kind]

»TristinWilliamConnors
but call me Trist. 
i'm known as N/A .

 

officially, i'm eighteen . 
what's below my belt buckles signifies that i'm a dude. 
and i'm pretty fond of girls. 
i'm usually seen with a couple of close friends, I'm not that outgoing to be honest. 
i'm also controlled by The Loving Kind . 
some people say i'm shy, sarcastic, caring, friendly, childish. 
my roots are in Calabasas, California
when i walk into a room, Boys Like Girls - Love Drunk plays. 
Thoughts speak louder than words. 

 

You know those 'freaks' that your always hearing about? Well I'm one of them. Some people call it a gift, I see it as a curse. I bet your still thinking what my gift is right? Well I can control the weather, Y'know, like lightening storms, heat waves, hurricanes, typhoons, etc. Sounds pretty cool right? Well its not if you can't control your powers, that’s what's wrong with me. I can easily be happily minding my own business, but if I get a sudden shock or something scares me, it either starts to hailstone or it creates a down pour. This is why I envy 'normal' people so much. There is one cool thing about my power though, when I do use it, it turns my eyes into a golden color.

[The Loving Kind]

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"Bye mom, I'll see you after school!" I shouted over my shoulder as I made my way out of the back door. Considering it was nearly winter, the temperature was still holding up, making my walk to school a little more bearable. By rights I should have my own car by now, but my father insisted I had to wait until graduation before I was allowed one, which sucks, big time. Raking my fingers through my blonde tresses I let out a mighty sigh, before rearranging my messenger bag on my right shoulder and setting off towards East Point High School. On my way to school, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wonder to every person I passed, wondering if they had a secret like mine. I know, most people have secrets. Like they cheated on their last exam paper, or they have a crush on their best friends girlfriend, or they're confused about their sexuality. Most things people keep secret are just minor stuff, I mean, they wouldn't harm anybody, unlike mine.

Even my own parents don't know what I am, nor my friends. I'm an outsider, a freak to the human world. Crossing my arms over my chest, I crossed the road quickly after making sure the coast was clear, before continuing my journey. I know there are other people like me in the world, but I have never come across them, the closest I've been was seeing them on the news all the time, after that incident in San Francisco. Shaking my head, as I tried desperately to clear my thoughts, I realized that I had reached Kara's house.

Kara is my best friend, I've known her since kindergarten. We met when she punched a boy in the face for stealing my crayons. We've been inseparable ever since. We're so close in fact that we often get mistaken for being a couple, which makes me laugh every time. Reaching her house, Kara was already waiting for me by her gate. Her hair, dyed onyx black, was styled into two bunches on either side of her head , her body was slumped against the gate as her green eyes were half shut, a sure sign which meant she had only just got up from bed. Grinning wickedly, I crept up unnoticed towards her, before I screeched "GOOD MORNING!"right in her face.

The sudden noise startled Kara so much that she almost fell backwards, only just catching herself in time before her butt came into contact with concrete below. "You f*ing MORON!" was the first thing she said after she had regained her composure. I on the other hand couldn't stop laughing. I was laughing so hard in fact that I had to lean on my knees for support. "Yeah, you laugh Blondie. Who are ya gonna copy off in calculus now?" she stated coolly. That shut me right up. So for the rest of the trip to school, I literally begged Kara to forgive me, which in the end she did. Though only because she said I was starting to give her a migraine.

Most of the day went by as usual, the same old boring routine of mind numbing classes. Though thankfully Kara, Evan and Ceri were great distractions. Evan was about a foot taller than me, and a lot skinner. He had brown hair that was spiked in all directions and had warm brown eyes. He was the first person me and Kara befriended here at East Point High. Ceri was the second. She had long bleach blonde hair, big blue eyes and a killer body, she looked like the classic brain-dead Barbie girl wannabe, but in fact she was top in almost all of her classes, and she was one of the kindest girls you would ever meet.

I was laughing at something crude Kara had just said, before I took a bite of my turkey sandwich. If isn't not obvious, it's lunchtime, thankfully! "Ok, that creep Toby Andrews is coming over." Ceri whispered to all of us, as she swung her long mane of hair over her right shoulder. No sooner had the words left her lips, Toby was standing at the side of our table. "Hey Ceri babe, why are you sitting out here with these creeps? You should be inside the cafeteria with us, that’s where the cool people hang." Toby explained arrogantly, his piercing blue eyes sweeping over me, Evan and Kara like we were filth. Sighing in annoyance, Ceri's delicate brow wrinkled. "Toby, for the millionth time, I like sitting here outside, the weather is nice and I like being with my friends. Besides, I actually like to have an intelligent conversation, unlike your tribe of cavemen and woman in there." Ceri explained, her words dripping with contempt.

I couldn't help but snort with laughter at the gormless face that Toby was making, his eyes blinked several times as he tried to register what the pretty blonde had just said. Though his eyes soon snapped back into focus as they landed on me. "What the hell are you laughing at Connors? You want another bruised up eye like last time?" Toby sneered, causing me to involuntary lean in against Kara. Seeing this Toby let out a loud hearty laugh, so loud was the laugh that most f the students in the courtyard turned their attention towards our table.

"Look, the pansy wants protection from a girl!" He mocked, as he placed his hand on the table and leaned towards me. "You are pathetic Connors, why don't you face me like a man instead of cowering behind your girlfriend here?" Toby whispered menacingly, before shooting me a twisted smiled. Kara hearing this had gotten to her feet, and before I knew what had happened she had slapped Toby Andrews across the face. "You’re the pathetic one Toby Andrews. Who's the one failing all his classes? Who's in detention nearly every day? If it wasn't for your little bit of sporting success, you would have been booted out of this school long ago." Kara's voice echoed around the courtyard, every student that was outside was now staring at her in shock, admiration, or pity, maybe all three.


"Why you little,b*tch!" Toby seethed as he grabbed Kara's arm. "Hey, get off of her!" Chorused Evan and Ceri as they both got up and stood at Kara's side, Ceri desperately clawing at Toby vice like grip and Evan trying to shove Toby off her. I felt it then, the uncontrollable feeling that started to bubble up within the pit of my stomach. My veins felt like they were on fire as jolts of agony coursed through my blood stream. My head began to feel like it was stuffed with cotton wool as the world around me became muffled. "Look, the freak is actually a freak, he's a mutant!" The voice of Toby Andrews filtered down my eardrums, before I felt a death grip of shovel like hands haul me up from my seat. "I knew you were filth, but I didn't know how right I was!" Toby all but yelled in my face, before spitting into my now golden eyes. I heard muffled shouts of my friends, but they sounded so far away that I couldn't distinguish between them.

I was then shoved to the ground and instantly felt a kick to my stomach, then to my legs and arm. The pain I received was only a fraction of what was coming from inside me. "Where are your powers then? I bet even for a mutant you’re a lame a** pansy." Toby taunted before giving me a kick to the back. That was the trigger. I felt my eyes sting as they glowed even brighter, and before I could stop myself I was now hovering about six feet in the air. The once bright sky that laid over West Point High School had now turned an ominous grey color, so grey in reality that it was bordering on black. Claps of thunder could be heard as lighting streaked through the sky. I could hear the other students yell, as they tried desperately to run back indoors, back to safety.

Lightening now began to strike the ground as rain fell hard from the sky. Student yelped and whimpered as the doorway was blocked by intermittent strikes of lightening. Through my eyes I could see everyone running for cover, I could see Toby Andrews paralysed by fear as he looked up at me, and the most heartbreaking sight of all, I noticed my three friends gaze at me in horror, as if I was some kind of monster. Though I could see all this, I couldn't control it, it felt like my arms and hands were stuck in quicksand. With one blinding flash of white I saw in slow motion as a jolt of lightening came from the sky, and hit Toby straight on the tip of his head and instantly he fell to the ground.

Looking on in terror, I willed myself to stop, to stop this destruction, but I couldn't. A scream made its way from the depths of my soul and out of my mouth, and with one last look at my terrified friends, I finally got to move myself forwards, gliding through the sky.

A couple of hours later it was reported on television that a category five hurricane was headed straight for California, along with tidal waves and of course, lightening storms.

[x x PAN i K__]

a.k.a xxx_________ V I X E N



So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me,
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become!
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace


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→•____The small dorm room was quiet, eerily quiet for a weekday morning. Considering its occupants, this room in particular was never known for its calm silence, but instead for its wild antics and random screaming matches. Honestly though, would you expect anything less from a room shared by three women, two of which happen to have rather fiery tempers and stubborn attitudes? That’s right, the resident firecracker, Jubilation Lee, southern belle, Marie, and female feral, Alexa Westbrooke, share a room. Expecting silence from the trio would be like asking the sun not to shine.

Over in the right-hand corner of the room, in the bed closest to the window, someone began to stir. Baby blue bed sheets and a chocolate brown comforter began to shift, revealing a head of brunette hair and flashes of tanned skin. A groggy groan was heard, followed quickly by a few faint sniffles as the figure rolled over and faced the rest of the room. Slowly, sea green eyes opened and scanned the room, taking note that the other two occupants of the room were still sleeping. With a final yawn the young female used her arms and propped herself into a sitting position, shifting her gaze back over to the window as she did so.

It was a beautiful day outside, the sun barely peaking over the horizon and a few wispy clouds decorating the sky and giving it a playful air. A thin layer of dew hung over the lawns and disappeared off into the thick woodlands that lined the mansion, a chilly breeze rustling the treetops and toying with a few stranded leaves. From the looks of it the resident weather witch, Ororo Monroe, was either still sleeping or in a rather good mood.

Pushing the covers aside Alexa sluggishly pulled herself out of bed and silently tiptoed her way over to the bathroom, grabbing a set of clothes she’d laid out the previous evening and attempting not to trip over random objects sprinkled haphazardly around the room. Moments like these she thanked god for her heightened senses and feral abilities. They helped her remain undetected, thus avoiding the wrath of a cranky Jubilee and a crabby Marie. Once she reached the bathroom she quickly slunk in and closed the door, releasing a faint sigh at the continued silence. It was a nice change, but it just felt too out of place. Where was all the giggling, screaming, and play-fighting when you needed it to help you wake up?

Offhandedly, she dropped her clothes on the counter near the sink, starting her morning routine with as much energy as she could muster. After brushing her teeth, showering, and changing into clean clothes, Alexa emerged from the bathroom, traces of a faint smile lingering on her lips. Today she’d chosen to wear a bright Kelly green, semi-formfitting T-shirt and a pair of medium wash boot cut jeans, her favorite outfit on any given day. Completing the look, she headed over to her dresser and picked out a pair of white socks and her favorite brown boots, slinging them on with ease before grabbing a matching brown zip-up hoodie. With a smile she then silently made her way over to the only full-length mirror in the room and examined herself, nodding and beaming a smile only once she was satisfied with the way everything looked.

Afterwards she turned around and made her way back over to her dresser, quickly grabbing and pocketing her cell phone and moving to exit the room. When her fingers laced around the metal doorknob, she turned and gave the room one last glance before applying pressure and unlatching the heavy wooden door. Luckily, both Marie and Jubilee were still sound asleep, a fact that brought a cheeky grin to Alexa’s lips. With soft footsteps she exited the room and closed the door, slowly pulling it shut so that the latch would catch with an almost inaudible click. With a relieved sigh she turned around and took a small step forward, only to smash straight into what felt like a brick wall.

“What the hell? When’d they build a wall here?” She groaned out, a hand instinctively moving up to rub her forehead. Sure, it would heal within a matter of seconds, but the initial bump still hurt a bit. Her first reaction after rubbing her forehead was to release a low, annoyed growl. Really, who builds a wall in the middle of a hallway? After a moment or two of mulling it over, she finally glanced up to take a look at this ‘wall’ and came face to face with an annoyed-looking Logan. “Oh…” Was the first thing that came out of her mouth, a look of realization washing over her features. “Hey Wolvie, what brings you down to the student wing this early in the morning?” She questioned, rather astonished to find him anywhere near the student dorms. Hell, usually he was outside running or something at this time, trying to stay away from any of the students for as long as possible. After finishing her question she took a small step back and inconspicuously breathed in and sorted through the different scents that filled her nostrils. Judging from his scent, the man before her was rather annoyed and slightly pissed off, although obviously she couldn’t tell why. After all, she wasn’t a mind reader.

“’Bout time you got up, kid. I was gettin’ ready to come in there and get you if you would have taken any longer.” He ignored her question completely and fixed his hazel eyes on her, sending her a look that halted any and all smartass responses or jokes. Evidently this was serious. So, silently, she waited for him to continue. “Storm wants me to go investigate a few odd weather occurrences that have been happin’ out in California. She says it’s another mutant causin’ all the fuss.” She raised an eyebrow at this, wondering what exactly she had to do with all this. It’s Mother Nature, what else can you say? Random storms happen all the time. Well, not around Xavier’s Institute for Higher Learning, but pretty much everywhere else. “Told me to take someone else with, so, you’re goin’ with me.” He finished with a grin, pocketing his hands and starting to move down the hall. She was about to chime in and speak up, but was quickly cut off by a low chuckle. “It’s a mission, so I’ll meet you in the jet in five. Don’t worry about uniforms.”

As he finished completely and disappeared around the corner, her expression turned to one of pure anger. A mission, really? And this early too? Sure she looked up to Logan and shared a sort of father-daughter bond with him, but sometimes she just wanted to punch him. And not just a punch, but a really hard one right to his most sensitive region. Maybe then he’d realize just what an a*****e he could be. Fuming, she silently followed him down to the lower levels of the mansion and got onto the jet. Logan was already seated and running through a pre-flight check, although obviously he was antsy about having to use the jet in the first place. Sitting down she took the co-pilot’s seat, strapping herself in and shooting him a hate-filled glare. “You owe me one, a*****e.” She muttered, earning another low chuckle in response. Moments later they were in the air and on their way to California.

They reach California in record breaking time, cloaking the jet and landing it in a clearing not too far off from their target. What’s the target, you ask? Well, for now it’s East Point High School, the last known location of this new mutant. Exiting the jet, the duo quickly took to the streets and made their way to the school, both wary of their surroundings and on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. When they finally reached the building there were crowds gathered outside, police officers and investigators questioning people, and news reporters attempting to get updates on their ‘latest story’. The whole area was a mess. “Well, how are we supposed to find this mutant if all this is going on?” She questioned, her brows knitting in frustration. With so many people around it’d be extremely difficult to pick up even the slightest traces of a scent, granted there still was one. Logan looked equally as frustrated, narrowing his eyes as he took in the scene. After a moment he spoke, an annoyed tone lacing his words. “We’re gonna have to try. Split up and search the surrounding area, if you find anything gimme’ a call.” He pulled a pair of wireless headset communicators out of his pocket and handed her one. “Use codenames from now on. If ya’ don’t find anything after three hours meet me back at the jet and we’ll head back home.” And with that he nodded and left, moving off towards the school building in search of clues.

Meanwhile, Alexa adjusted the headset and firmly placed it on her right ear, turning it on seconds later. With a sigh she headed off in the other direction, moving towards a large neighborhood across the street. ‘What the hell am I supposed to even be looking for? I mean, it’s not like this mutant is gonna drop out of the sky or suddenly appear. Pft, this is pointless. I swear, next sparring match I get with Logan, that man is gonna get it. I skipped breakfast for this!’ She continued to rant to herself as she walked, occasionally sniffing the air for any new scents and keeping her eyes trained on the path ahead and anything that moved. From what she could tell, this was just a regular neighborhood. Nothing sounded out of place, nothing smelt out of place, and nothing looked out of place. If this mutant looked anything like an average person, there’d be no way they’d be able to find him, granted he was even still here.






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[The Loving Kind]

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Tears made their way down Tristin Connors' face, causing them to get lost in the rain that was already hammering down upon him. He had plummeted to the ground unceremoniously about twenty minutes ago, causing him to sprain his ankle. Although he was no loner airborne, Tristin's once hazel eyes still glowed with an ominous golden hue. After the incident at school, Tristin couldn't bring himself to return home, what would his parents say when they found out that their only son was a mutant? Crossing his arms protectively over his chest, Tristin kept himself hidden in the alleyways and back passages that surrounded the town.

Staring up at the sky, Tristin willed for his powers to stop, for the once bright winters day to return, but try as he might, the sky remained the same black like color, and the rain continued to pour. "Stop, please stop." A small whimper made it's way out of his trembling lips, before his body slumped down onto the soaking wet concrete floor below. As he sat there, Tristin couldn't help but think about what he had done. Not only had he revealed his secret to the entire school, but he had also killed somebody. An involuntary shiver made it's way down his spine as he thought of Toby's body fall to the floor like a rag doll after the lightening strike.

Choking back a sob as the image kept on replaying in his mind, Tristin failed to notice the rain had begun to fall harder, and the once calm air currents made themselves heard as gales began to spread across the city. Screwing his eyes shut, Tristin finally managed to stop the constant loop of Toby falling to the ground from his mind, but it was soon replaced with yet another tragic image. His three friends, Kara, Evan and Ceri burned into his brain, as he remembered their terrified expressions.

Shaking his head, causing his soaking wet mop of blonde hair to slap his cheeks, Tristin raised himself off of the ground, which was quite difficult with a sprained ankle, and pushed the thoughts of his friends at the back of his mind. Though as he began to walk again, the aching in his chest betrayed his attempts at forgetting them. After all they had been his friends for so long, especially Kara, would they really turn their backs on him just because he was different? Though once again, Tristin's spark of hope was diminished as he remembered Toby. Even if they did accept him back for him being a mutant, they would defiantly not accept him back for being a murderer.

Walking for at least another half an hour, Tristin found himself on the beginning of his street. Blinking numbly, Tristin squeezed his arms around himself once more as he tried to stop the numb feeling that way now desperately trying take over his body. He didn't know why he was here, maybe it was his subconscious telling him that he needed the love and protection of his parents. Biting on the bottom on his now pale blue lip, Tristin hesitantly began to make his way down the street, towards home.

He didn't get far however, even through the thick veil of rain that was falling, Tristin could make out swirling blue and red lights outside of his house. Faltering mid-step, Tristin nearly fell to the ground, but just caught himself in time, which made his right ankle sear with pain. Taking in his surroundings as he tried to ignore the burning feeling in his leg, Tristin now noticed an army of reporter vans and several police cars parked haphazardly outside of his home.

Turning into a neighbours backyard, Tristin successfully managed on his fifth attempt to scale the neighbours fence, which landed him directly into his own back yard. Creeping up silently to the kitchen window, Tristin peered in and what he saw, made his heartache even more. His mother was crying hysterically, her long blonde hair sticking all over her face as his father hugged her, trying desperately to calm his wife down. Standing in front of them was a squat round policeman with a big bushy moustache and behind him stood some of his colleagues. "Mom, dad." Tristin spoke desperately as he placed his hand against the wet windowpane.

This little movement must of caught his mothers gaze because at that exact moment, her hazel eyes lit up and a screech of "Tristin!" soon followed. Stepping hastily back from the window, Tristin kept on walking back until he was in the centre of the garden. A few seconds later the kitchen door was flung open, and his mother came hurtling out, her clothes getting drenched in seconds. "Tristin, oh baby, are you ok?" His mother asked worriedly as she made her way towards him. "No mom, don't come near me." Tristin warned, causing his mother to stop dead in her tracks, with a look of hurt on her face.

"I don't want you to get hurt." Tristin explained, his voice cracking with sorrow. Nodding her head numbly, Trisitn noticed his father also come out into the garden, though his face didn't show any emotion, his mouth was set into a firm line as his blue eyes looked directly into Tristin's. "Dad I-" Tristin began, but was cut off as he noticed several police-officers file out of the house, and some also appeared from the side of the house. The squat police-officer Tristin noticed inside the house earlier made his way in front of his parents and looked sternly towards him. "Tristin, we mean you no harm, but you must co-operate with us and accompany us to the station." The cop stated, trying to use a friendly tone, but Tristin knew better, he could see the dark look in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to do it, I'm sorry, it was an accident." He cried, his golden eyes darting all around the garden as he noticed the other officers advancing towards him. "Of course you didn't my boy, but rules are rules." The fat cop spoke again, his mocking fake sympathy oozing onto every word. As he was speaking, Tristin spotted several of the police draw their guns, and aimed directly at him. The next thing he knew, Tristin felt his eyes glow bright once again, and before he knew it a thick fog had descended on the area, causing for several shouts and gun shots to be heard.

Wasting no time, Tristin ran from the garden, dodging several bodies as he did so, as he turned the corner the last thing he heard was his father shouting, though he couldn't make out what it was. With the thick fog and rain blocking his view Tristin ran blindly for several minutes, successfully avoiding any reporters as he did so, until he eventually came to a stop in yet another alleyway, this time one that branched off of his neighborhood. Slumping against a wall, Tristin breathed deeply, trying to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen as he tried to avoid the pain in his ankle, but it was getting more harder to do. Slumping to the ground once again, Tristin thought frantically on what he should do, but he came up with nothing, he had nowhere to go.

His mind was soon brought back to reality though as he heard steps approaching. Tristin willed for his body to move, but it refused. His arms and legs felt like blocks of cement and his head felt like it would explode any second. Through blurred vision, Tristin noticed a petite girl walking towards him before his golden eyes once again turned hazel, and his world turned black as he collapsed. Though in his unconscious state, the hammering rain, fog and gale force winds ceased, being replaced instead with a bright sunny winters evening.

[x x PAN i K__]

a.k.a xxx_________ V I X E N



So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me,
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become!
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace


oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooxxx




→•____ As she continued to walk she slowed her pace, steadily becoming more and more frustrated with each step. ‘Seriously, this is not cool. I skipped breakfast for this and now I’m starving.’ Just as she finished the thought, as if on queue, her stomach twisted and released a growling sound. At that she simply rolled her eyes, patting her stomach as if attempting to comfort it. “I know. Give it a few more hours and we’ll be back home in time for dinner.” She muttered, her words dripping with annoyance and a ting of sadness. As a feral mutant with a healing factor, Alexa’s metabolism was extremely high. Thus, she usually ended up hungry again within an hour or two of eating. To her, it was a blessing and a curse. Sure, she could eat all the food she wanted and remain at a constant weight, but that also meant occasionally battling hunger on the rare instances when there wasn’t anything to eat nearby.

She sighed as her focus returned to the task at hand, although her concentration was broken when a rain drop fell and hit her directly on the bridge of her nose. Raising a hand, she gently tugged at her sleeve and wiped it across her nose, allowing the fabric to absorb the tiny drop. Sure, it wasn’t much, but rain surely wouldn’t help her day any. In fact, it would simply help to further provoke the teen, possibly sending her into a slight tantrum. After all, she hadn’t packed an umbrella and she wasn’t water proof.

Sadly though, moments later it began to pour. Water gushed from the skies and practically drenched Alexa within seconds, not even allowing the young feral enough time to pull the hood from her hoodie over her head. Frowning, she stopped walking completely and craned her neck towards the sky, sea green eyes narrowed dangerously. “Really!?” She shouted towards the sky, her arms rising in a defeated gesture. “What the hell did I ever do!?” At that moment, she could have sworn someone was out to get her. All that karma stuff finally coming back to haunt her. But, why? Was it because she’d accidentally knocked that one kid out during a sparring session, or maybe because she’d used Marie’s flat iron without permission? Or was this simply a way of getting Alexa back for all the times she’d snuck downstairs to fix herself a late night snack? Either way, this was getting ridiculous.

Shoving her hands in to the pockets of her hoodie she begrudgingly willed herself to continue. Though moments later her sensitive ears picked up the sound of gunshots and the yelling, although she was much to far away from the action to make out particular words or phrases. It peaked her curiosity though, so, she immediately changed her course to head towards where she’d heard them. What if someone was in trouble, or it was the mutant they were looking for? Hell, Logan would be pissed if she let something like that slide.

As she continued on her new course, she was quickly met by a wall of even harder rain and a nasty set of winds, along with a sudden fog that could have proved a flashlight to be useless. This, again, halted her in her tracks. For one, her vision was now heavily hindered and her sense of smell of dulled due to the heavy rain and fog, having to rely on her acute hearing to guide her. Something she dreaded and felt quite uncomfortable doing. But nonetheless, she steadied herself and slowly trudged forward, a deep frown etched on to her lips. Could this day get any worse?

Up ahead she could here frantic footsteps heading her way. Upon further inspection she realized that whoever it was limping, pulling either a sprained or broken ankle along with them. Due to the hurried pace, she resisted the urge to release her claws, instead merely keeping her guard up. If whoever it was needed help, she’d hate to scare them away the instant they laid eyes on her, especially in her drenched and rather irritated state. Keeping her eyes locked on the path ahead, she silently waited for the figure to emerge from the thick fog. Steadily the outline of man began to appear and Alexa began to hear the labored breathing. Whoever it was probably wouldn’t make it much further. Breaking into a swift run, she attempted to reach him in time before he stumbled or fell, her brows knit with worry and tension. Sure, she didn’t know him, but she couldn’t just leave him. “Hey! Are you alright!?” She shouted at him, a meager attempt to get his attention while she approached. Sadly, she made it just in time to watch him drop into unconsciousness, reaching out and catching his forearms before he plummeted to the ground.

Gently, she laid him down on the wet pavement, afterwards retracting her hands and taking a moment to silently examine him. For the looks of it, he couldn’t be much older than herself. He had a mop of shaggy blond hair and, from her angle, was probably a good six or seven inches taller than herself. He appeared to be well built or, at least, in good condition, which led her to question his injured ankle. Was he being chased? Had he been mugged, or had he recently been in a fight? Either way, she couldn’t just leave him lying in the alleyway.

Turning away from the teen, she raised her right hand to her ear and tapped a small button on her communicator. “Hey Wolverine, I found something. Well, someone…” She paused for a moment and glanced back at her temporary patient, mulling over how to phrase her next words. “…Umm. I don’t know who he is, but he passed out right in front of me. His ankle looks sprained, but I’m no doctor so don’t take my word for it.” She laughed a bit at her last remark before continuing, obviously amused by her own lack of medical skills. Hell, she didn’t need to know any of that stuff, not when she healed from pretty much anything. “I haven’t found anything on my part, so should we stop searching and take him back with us?” She questioned the older feral, a faint smile gracing her features.

Silence filled the communicator for a few seconds, leaving Alexa with a slight sense of anticipation. She was practically praying that Logan would say yes, for more than one reason. One, she was awfully hungry and wanted to get a sparring match in with the older feral before the end of the day, and two, she wanted to help the unconscious teen currently lying beside her. Her morals just wouldn’t let her leave him behind, not in this day and age. What if he was a mutant? If they just left him at a hospital than surely some anti-mutant group would find him, and lord only knows what they would try to do. “Alright kid, bring him back to the jet and we’ll head home.” Was the single, strained response that she got. Evidently Logan wasn’t too fond of the idea of bringing back a stranger, a sign of his insanely huge urge to protect anything and everything that he cared for.

Upon hearing the short answer, a warm smile spread its way across her features. “Alright, meet you there ASAP! Over and out!” She removed her hand from the communicator and turned her attention back to the unconscious teen. Eyeing him for a minute, she contemplated her options. She had to get him back to the jet, but with him being unconscious it would almost be equivalent to lugging around a sack full of bricks. And, no doubt, she’d catch a few suspicious glances and raised eyebrows from onlookers. But she didn’t bring anything with to help transport someone, so what choice did she have?

Kneeling down, she shifted the teen so she could easily pick him up in a Fireman’s carry, careful not to further disturb his injured ankle. With a small amount of effort she lifted him and positioned him on her shoulders, standing up moments later and heading out of the alleyway in a brisk walk. Yeah, she probably looked pretty silly, being all of five foot four and lugging around someone who could probably lift her with his pinky, but she didn’t care. After all, it was all part of the job. Glancing up at the sky, she took note that everything seemed to have cleared up. ‘That’s strange.’ She thought. No rain, no wind, and no fog. Shrugging it off, she summed it up to the strange mutant they’d come here to look for in the first place. ‘Must still be around then. Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time.’

It took her a few minutes, but eventually she reached the cloaked jet, Logan already waiting inside with a prepared seat for their new passenger. After she gently placed him in the seat, Alexa released a relieved sigh, rolling her shoulders to loosen up the muscles. Logan took a moment to examine the duo, merely rolling his eyes at Alexa’s actions. “What, can’t handle a little extra weight?” He joked, his typical smirk firmly in place as placed his hands on her shoulder blades and slowly began to massage the area. “Well sorry. I’m not exactly as strong as you, Mr. I-can-bench-press-two-hundred-pounds-with-my-pinky-finger.” She joked back, sarcasm lacing her every word. With a roll of her shoulder she gently knocked his hands away, moving over to one of the many cabinets that lined the jet’s walls. Opening it, she removed three thick wool blankets, tossing one to Logan and wrapping one around their new passenger. After all, they’d all been out in the pouring rain for quite some time, a little warmth wouldn’t hurt any of them.

Wrapping the blanket around herself she nonchalantly plopped back down into the co-pilot’s seat. “Well what are we waiting for? Let’s get back home!” She exclaimed. Logan merely nodded in reply and took his seat, starting the jet up and taking off.







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"Tristin you are so weird." Kara laughed as she sat cross-legged on her double bed. Plopping down next to her, Tristin smiled an innocent smile towards his dark haired friend, before breaking out into a laughing fit. "You're so mean to me." Tristin breathed a few seconds later between gasps of breath. "Just because I like spongebob, put pixie sticks in my cola, and know every word to 'Touch My Body' it doesn't make me weird." The blonde stated matter-of-factly, as he frowned playfully at Kara. "True." Kara relented, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "But being a murder does." Her words had lost their friendly tone, and her dark green eyes lost their merry twinkle, instead being replaced with a deathly glare. Blinking in surprise, Tristin recoiled slightly. "Kara, what are you on-" Though his words caught in his throat as he felt Kara's hand slap against his cheek.

Jumping awake, Tristin groaned slightly as the shooting pain from his ankle made itself known once again. Feeling rather constricted , Tristin looked down at himself, and noticed that a blanket was securely tucked around him. Snapping his head up, Tristin's hazel eyes scanned his surroundings frantically. 'Where the hell am I?' The blonde thought. Quickly removing the blanket, Tristin silently stood up, and as he did so noticed two people in front of him, and to his astonishment they were flying a plane? 'What the f*ck am I doing on a plane?' The nervous sensation began in his stomach once again as his head began to feel like cotton wool.

"Where the hell am I? Who are you people?" Tristin demanded to the two people in front of him in what he hoped was a threatening manner, though in reality it came out as a weak question. Tristin noticed that one of the pilots was an older male,. He was very muscular with quite a distinctive hairstyle, and for some reason Tristin had the feeling that he had seen him somewhere before. The other pilot he noticed was a girl, she looked around his age, and was quite small and had a very petite frame. This duo looked rather comical side by side Tristin noted, just because of their difference in size and appearance, though this only made his suspicions grow further.

The last thing Tristin could remember was being slumped against a brick wall in a alleyway as the rain pelted against him, after he had had the confrontation with his parents and the police officers. His eyes widening Tristin backed away slowly from the girl and the rather intimidating looking man in front. "I didn't mean to kill that boy, I told you before!" Tristin all but yelled, his eyes changing from hazel to golden as he felt the panic well up inside of himself. Through the cockpit window, Tristin noticed the sky had become cloudy once again as lighting began to streak across in front of aeroplane dangerously, causing it to shudder slightly.

Breathing deeply as he tried to calm his nerves, Tristin looked helplessly towards the girl and into her light green eyes. She didn't look like she wanted to dissect him, or throw him onto the electric chair for what he had done, but still looks could be deceiving. Seeing another flash of white light go across the window, Tristin tried desperately to stop his powers, even though he didn't want to be with these strangers, that didn't mean he wanted to die.

Finally after what felt like hours, the blondes eyes returned back to their normal hazel hue, causing the lightning to cease outside and for the sky to become considerably lighter. Sighing in relief at his control over his 'gift' Tristin still stayed towards the back of the plane, his eyes darting from the girl and towards the fancy looking computers and gadgets that littered the entire inside of the aeroplane. 'Maybe they're the FBI, or C.I.A?' Tristin thought lamely, what else did he have to go on, nothing that’s what. Clearing his throat the young weather manipulator took a hesitant step forward and stood up tall, trying desperately to ignore the pain in his leg as he did so.

"Look, will you just let me go, I won't cause any more trouble, I know what I am and I can control my powers now, so I can promise I won't hurt anybody else." Tristin knew it was a lie, if he could really control his powers then he wouldn't of just nearly fried everyone on the plane, but still he was clutching at straws and was desperately seeking solitude to somewhere he could be safe, and understood.

Raking a shaking hand through his still damp hair, Tristin all of a sudden felt weak once again, swaying slightly on the spot he had to lean against the cool metal of the jet to steady his aching body. As he did so memories of his mother and father came rushing back into his mind. The agonized look his mom had given him as he stood in front of her in the garden, and the way his father just stared blankly at him, Tristin still didn't know what that meant, was he truly that disgusting that his father had given up so easily on his own son?

Tears fell from his thick lashes and made their way down his smooth pale cheeks. Taking in a shaky breath, Tristin forgot about the strangers for a second and let the agony of loosing everyone he loved overwhelm him, and instead of creating a hurricane or hailstorms, the only thing the blonde produced was a sob that fell through his lips. Though the sound of this brought back Tristin out of his thoughts of pity, and back to the present and to his current dilemma. Still leaning against the jet, Tristin once again looked towards the girl and gave her a pleading smile, before he let his body slide to the floor. He wasn't unconscious, he just felt drained and exhausted, and humiliated.

The one thing Tristin hated to show, and that was weakness. and yet in the last few hours the blonde couldn't remember the amount of times he had cried. he was even crying now, in-front of people he didn't even know no-less, that thought made him blush with embarrassment. Willing himself to be strong, the tears finally stopped, and with deep steadying breaths Trsitin vowed that he would stop feeling sorry for himself and get on with his life, though how long this resolution would last for he had no idea.

[x x PAN i K__]

a.k.a xxx_________ V I X E N



So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me,
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become!
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace


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→•____ They’d been flying for at least two hours now and, quite honestly, Alexa was getting rather bored. She’d already changed into a pair of gray sweat pants, seeing as her denim pants weren’t going to be dry any time soon, and her T-shirt was almost completely dry due to the warm blanket and a lovely heating system. Her soaked hoodie was thrown onto one of the bench seats in the back, along with her jeans and boots. She’d also been lucky enough to find a black hair band, using it to pull her damp brunette her into a messy ponytail while her bangs remained untouched.

Besides changing, she’d already had a long conversation with Logan about a few random topics and attempted to find a radio on the jet. Sadly though, her search turned up empty-handed. Out of all the fancy high-tech gadgets installed on the jet there wasn’t a single radio or CD player. Sad, right?

A little past the two hour mark though, their passenger began to stir. Logan had picked it up the irregularity of his breathing just seconds before she had, allowing him to get in the first comment. “Looks like your friend is wakin’ up.” He stated, clearing his throat for a moment before shooting her a cautious glance and adding, “Now I want a smooth ride home, so if he causes any trouble, it’s on you. I’ve got to keep this thing in the air.” She nodded in reply and unbuckled herself from her seat, throwing the wool blanket aside for the time being. As she stood up, she returned the cautious look with a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry about it, Dad. Geeze...” She mocked, laughing a bit at the characteristic raised eyebrow look she received. “I think I can handle it. Besides, I doubt he would lash out and outright confront me. That’s just silly.” She stuck her tongue out at Logan for a brief moment, emphasizing the childish expression with a small bout of laughter.

Afterwards she moved towards their passenger’s seat, making sure to stay at least five or six feet away for safety reasons. If he did react violently, she needed to be ready. So, silently she watched him stir and waken, traces of a smile still lingering on her lips. She didn’t want to spook him, so she didn’t say a word or attempt to stop him when he jumped up and examined his surroundings, merely watching him with a curious sparkle in the light green eyes. The questions did make her giggle though, a warm smile spreading across her features. In an attempt to show that they meant no harm she held her hand out, although she was still cautious of keeping her distance. “Calm down, it’s alright.” She started, willing her voice to sound as soothing and calm as possible. And, trust me on this one, this wasn’t an easy accomplishment, not for a hot-tempered and rather blunt feral mutant.

She silently waited for a response, an eyebrow rising in curiosity as his expression quickly shifted to one of panic. Her breath caught as he slowly began to back away, taking tentative footsteps towards the rear of the jet. But she made no move to follow him, instead opting to remain rooted until she received a bit of clarification as to why he was so suddenly terrified.

The answer she received was not a pleasant one. Not in the least. He’d killed someone! And, obviously, thought that herself and Logan were somehow connected to the authorities. “Hold on there…” She trailed off, her attention quickly shifting to his eyes. If she was seeing things right, they’d just gone from a darker hazel to a brilliant gold. So he was a mutant! She’d been right and almost breathed a sigh of relief. Had she left him in the alleyway or dropped him off at a hospital, lord only knows what would have happened to him. Her realization caused a faint grin to appear on her lips, although she had to refrain from verbally expressing her joy. There was still a situation to deal with and from the looks of it things were getting worse.

Outside, it suddenly became very cloudy and dark again, lightning bolts whipping across the sky and threatening to hit the jet. In response, Alexa felt her heart rate rise, her claws itching to be released from her fingertips. She made the connection that he controlled weather almost immediately, the fact only serving to provoke the itch. Inside she was caught up in a mental war between logic and instinct, both evenly matched. But, she couldn’t guarantee that she could keep the instinct portion at bay for much longer, not in this tense situation. Clamping her teeth down she locked her jaw, her teeth grinding and her eyes closing in an attempt to fight the urge to protect herself. And with her being such a young feral mutant, such things were often much harder for her than for someone with some experience in dealing with such things, such as Logan.

They jet swayed for a moment with sudden appearance of the stormy weather, Logan only taking a second to glance behind him. “Hey kid, everything alright back there?” He shouted, a ting of anger lacing his voice. He hated flying in the first place, so flying in bad weather just served as a fuel to the fire. Luckily though, Logan’s voice snapped Alexa out of her thoughts, causing her to quickly examine her surroundings to reorient herself. “Yeah, everything is just dandy!” She shouted back, rolling her eyes at the silly question. If everything was alright than she would be sitting comfortably in her seat, laughing and cutting up with their passenger.

Turning her attention back to the weather manipulating mutant, their eyes locking in that brief moment. But within that brief moment she caught a glimpse of helplessness in his eyes, almost a plea for aid. Clearly he wasn’t in control of the current situation, something that caused a chill to run down her spine. Sure, she wasn’t exactly amazing at using her own powers to their full potential, but flying with a mutant who wasn’t exactly in control of their weather-manipulating abilities just terrified her. One wrong move and they could all be killed. Well, technically only he would die. But still, it would hurt like hell!

Stepping forward, she very slowly began to approach him. Her expression had shifted to more of a concerned look rather than curiosity, her instincts now screaming at her do something. But just as she took her third step forward the weather suddenly calmed and the boy before her calmed, his eyes fading back to their regular hazel hue. She almost breathed a sigh of relief, debating on whether or not to continue her advances. The last thing she wanted to do was trigger his mutation with him being so unstable.

When he spoke she saw straight through it, her lips drawing up into a narrow line. “Yeah, right.” She whispered under her breath, slightly irritated that he would even suggest such a thing. Really, just let him go after that stunt? He must have been crazy. “Now look…” She trailed off again, watching as he collapsed again. Although this time around he hadn’t collapsed due to unconsciousness, the cause seemed to be something much greater. Again, she wasn’t a mind reader, so instead of running to comfort him when he broke out in hysteric sobs, she merely stood there, utterly confused. At least, until he gave her that second pleading look.

Throwing caution to the wind she brashly decided to comfort the teen. Damnit, he was practically on the verge of insanity and Logan sure as hell wasn’t going to do anything about it. Besides, if he pushed her away or attacked her, she’d survive. It might take a while to recover if the injury was serious, but she’d survive. With newfound determination she grabbed the wool blanket he’d cast aside and briskly she walked over to him, stopping before him and sinking down until she was sitting on the floor beside him. Gently, she draped the blanket over what she could of his body and drew in a sharp breath, preparing herself for the next phase of her plan; the hug. Slowly she reached and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, attempting to provide whatever comfort she could to this complete stranger.

She remained there for a number of minutes before speaking, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t worry, we’re going somewhere where you’ll be safe. No one’s going to hurt you, I promise.” She paused for a brief moment, a soft smile gracing her features. . “I’m Lexi, by the way.” She figured that maybe if she introduced herself it’d open up some sort of conversation, even if it was just a simple introduction. Anything would be better than a repeat of what had occurred just a few mere minutes ago.

Moments later they arrived at the Institute and Logan landed the jet, a deep frown etched into his features as he exited. He sure wasn’t happy about something and, typical Logan, he wasn’t going to say a word about it until he either took a small trip to mull things over or spent a fair amount of his time in the Danger Room. Almost reluctantly Alexa removed her arms and leaned back against the cool metal walls of the jet. She hadn’t thought in a million years that this mission would turn out like this, not when she’d skipped breakfast and left in such a grumpy mood. Pushing herself back up onto her feet, she swiftly turned on her heels and offered him a hand. “C’mon, I’ll show you around. I promise you’ll like it.” She beamed him a genuine smile, her voice back to its usual chipper tone. “It takes a bit of getting used to, but I’m sure you’ll adjust and fit in just fine.”






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Just after having his little epiphany, Tristin realized that he still felt like crap, and that he still felt sorry for himself. Well he was allowed to be he relented, after everything that had happened any person would crumble like he did. The blonde was brought out of his musings as he saw the brunette girl stand in front of him, before placing down his previously discarded blanket over his tired body and sitting down besides him. Lowering his face, Tristin tried desperately to hide his tear stained face, even though the girl had already seen him cry, it still wounded his pride.

The next thing Tristin knew and felt was a slender arm embrace his shoulders. Blinking in surprise the blonde couldn't help but lean into the hug, albeit a little cautiously. It felt like an eternity that he had received comfort and understanding from anyone. Though millions of questions pooped up inside of his head, like; why weren't these people afraid of him? Why did this teenage girl hug him after he admitted that he was a murder? Why did she even care? Shaking his head slightly, Tristin's hazel eyes landed onto light green once again as he heard the girl beside him speak.

As he heard her promise that he was going somewhere safe, he couldn't help but believe her. Her voice was calming and looking at her face, the blonde teen couldn't help but feel slightly more relaxed. Just as he was about to respond, the brunette girl spoke again, informing him of her name. Lexi, was the strangers name, obviously short for something Tristin pondered, before his lips broke out into an unsure smile. "I'm Tristin." He informed Lexi to her unasked question. Tristin would of liked to of carried on by saying 'It's very nice to meet you.' but under the circumstances, that wouldn't of been completely honest.

Before he knew it, the jet had landed, and seconds later the intimidating looking man that was flying the jet exited in such a haste that Tristin wondered to why he was in such a hurry. Knitting his brows in confusion, it still bugged the blonde that he couldn't place the face of the recently departed male, he recognized him from somewhere, but couldn't figure out where from. Once again Tristin was brought out of his thoughts when he felt the warmth of Lexi's arm leave his shoulders, causing an involuntary shudder to run down his spine.

As he watched the girl gracefully push her way back onto her feet, Tristin's curiosity grew. Where on earth was he? Considering the fact that Lexi had told him that he was going somewhere where he would be safe, to which he believed her, something which the blonde was still surprised about. That meant he wasn't in some government run facility that was for sure. As if hearing his thoughts Lexi turned swiftly back to face him, offering her hand as she did so. On hearing her offer of showing him around the place, Tristin stretched his arm and clasped his hand around the much smaller and warmer hand of the brunettes and felt a small genuine smile break out onto his face.

Once he was on his feet, Tristin let go of Lexi's hand and stood awkwardly next to her. He wasn't exactly good with strangers under normal circumstances, let alone being in some place he didn't know and standing next to quite an attractive female, who in reality was just a stranger to him. Though as he heard her speak again, Tristin again relaxed at her very happy tone of voice, and nodded his head slightly, signifying that he was listening.

As he followed Lexi off of the jet, Tristin reached out hesitantly and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "What is this place anyway?" The blonde asked finally, before something clicked in his head. "You're just like me, aren't you?" He breathed, almost in awe. He didn't know why, but his mind just knew. The way that Lexi was unfazed about his weather changing abilities, they way she tried to comfort him on their way here. Blinking slowly, Tristin felt like such a fool for being so slow at figuring it all out. So there he stood, his eyes blinking slowly as he stared at the much shorter teen. he had never been this close to another mutant before, well not knowingly so anyway.

[x x PAN i K__]

a.k.a xxx_________ V I X E N



So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me,
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become!
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace


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→•____ A soft smile graced her lips upon hearing his name. Tristin, eh? Well that was fairly unique, at least for Alexa. She’d never heard the name used in all of her seventeen years and blamed it particularly on her earlier years. Before coming to the mansion five years ago, she’d been a normal child in a normal family, living a normal life. Things were easy and nothing was ever complicated, until the night her mutation decided to manifest. The second her claws pushed through the soft tissue of her fingertips and her senses became ultra sensitive it was as if her life had turned into a nightmare. Everything was completely different with her enhanced senses and her first reaction was to panic. But, she quickly learned that panic turned into a primal urge to protect yourself, a deep snarl ripping through her small frame when her parents discovered her and attempted to approach her. After that everything was a blur. All she can remember doing for at least two years is running and hiding, barely keeping herself alive in the backcountry forests of Oregon and attempting to make sense of her predicament.

The moment he took hold of her hand her smile widened and her eyes seemed to shimmer with a glimmer of simple joy. She was honestly quite happy and felt a small amount of pride surge through her. After the display earlier she was half expecting him to knock away her hand or take off running, both of which probably wouldn’t help him too much in the long run. But still, she hadn’t expected him to be quite so trusting. Yet, if she herself had been in his position she probably would have done the same. What other choice would she have had?

As she helped him up she took a moment to absorb the genuine smile that currently played upon his lips, noting all of the small things. It was a wonderful smile that suited him well, practically melting her insides and turning them into a funny jello substance, her heart speeding up for just a mere second. If anyone had asked she would have denied it, but her stomach felt like it was suddenly filled with butterflies. That smile sure was something she could get used to.

When he was up and standing she quickly released his hand and glanced off in the opposite direction, trying to maintain her composure. ‘What the hell Lexi!? What was that? Cool it, you just met the guy. Remember what happened last time you jumped the gun?’ She mentally scolded herself, her thoughts trekking back into her last relationship. It hadn’t been horrible or anything, things just didn’t work out after a month of dating. Her focus was brought back to the current situation when her gaze landed on her damp clothing. Heading over to them she quickly folded them and scooped them up in her arms, afterwards turning on her heels to face Tristin again. “Alright, well let’s head inside then.” She said, remains of her warm smile still lingering on her features.

Shortly after exiting the jet the brunette felt a hand hesitantly lay on her shoulder, an obvious sign to draw her attention. Stopping, she leisurely turned on her heels and faced the blonde male, a thoughtful look replacing the smile while she contemplated an answer to her question. “Well, I guess you could call it a school. Although I’m pretty sure you’ll draw your own conclusions after seeing everything and meeting everyone.” She stated with a wink, flashing him a cheeky grin. She couldn’t exactly come out and openly discuss the X-men and whatnot, so she simply left it at that. Just when she was about to turn around again and start off towards the metal doors of the “basement” he spoke again, although this time his tone and question were quite different.

The petite female was almost tempted to laugh at the question, but thought it better not to. “Sure am.” She started, her lips curving up into an amused grin. “I’m a feral mutant, ever heard of ‘em? We’re sort of a rare breed of mutant, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you said no.” Alexa waited a moment before raising her hands up and slowly releasing her abilities. Sharp bone claws slowly extended from the tips of her fingers until they reached their maximum height of five inches. From a distance one might think they were simply extremely long nails or odd finger extensions, but they were in fact solid bone claws. “I’ve got these fancy claws and heightened senses, along with a pretty handy healing factor and drastically increased athletic abilities. I’m not as strong as Logan is, but I’ve always been faster.” She finished with a smirk, although quickly realized an error in her statement. Of course he wouldn’t know who Logan is, the older feral had simply marched off the jet without a second thought. “Oh, by the way, Logan was the guy who was flying the plane. Don’t let his grumpy attitude bother you though, he’s almost always like that around people he doesn’t know.” She paused for a moment and dropped her voice to a whisper, an amused grin slowly creeping across her features. “Trust me, he’s kind of like a big teddy bear once he warms up to you. Don’t tell him I said that though.”

She laughed for a brief moment before turning back around, her feet starting to move to the large metal door. “So, what are your powers?” She questioned as she walked, her voice back to its normal pitch. She knew he controlled weather, but her purpose for asking was to find out the extent of his gift. Who knew, he could end up being more powerful then their resident weather witch, Ororo Monroe. After walking through the door she led them down a well lit corridor and into a small elevator, pressing the single button that would lead them to the main floor.

While touring him around the building she’d obviously need to introduce him to Storm and the other staff members and get him acquainted if he decided to stay. ‘I’m going to need to talk to Jubilee and Marie too, tell them I’ve got first dibs.’ She inwardly snickered at the thought, imagining their faces and the many reactions she might receive from a pissed off Jubilee.







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Raising a brown in thought, Tristin looked at Lexi quizzically. "A school that has it's own private jet?" The blonde asked in awe, which was tinted still with a bit of scepticism. Though as he heard her answer his second question, Tristin felt his insides leap with joy. Not only was this girl kind and beautiful, she was also like him. As Lexi explained to Tristin what mutation she had been born with, he couldn't help but notice how chirpy she was and how her tone of voice always sounded carefree, something to which added to Tristin's already subconscious list of qualities the teenage girl had.

Just as he was about to ask what a feral mutant was, Tristin's words dried in his throat as he watched Lexi's hand suddenly develop sharp claws. On instinct the blonde recoiled slightly, but not from fear, just surprise. "Whoa, I bet you could do some damage with them." Tristin blurted out, quite impressed. Regaining his composure, the weather manipulator listened as Lexi explained to him what other abilities being a feral mutant had graced her with. "That sounds cool, I run track, well I did, that kind of ability would have been very useful." The blonde commented on her increased stamina, his first proper sentence since he had come in contact the brunette. Tristin's curiosity spiked dramatically when Lexi explained to him that the grumpy pilot who had flew them here was named Logan. Squinting in thought Tristin tried to place the familiar face with the name, but still came up with nothing, something which annoyed him greatly. When Lexi dropped her voice to a whisper, Tristin couldn't help but lean in, making his heart beat wildly at the sudden closeness of Lexis face to his. Though as he heard her words, Tristin almost wanted to burst out laughing, that big scary dude was like a big cuddly teddy bear? Yeah right. Though he kept his face static and nodded his head in agreement with Lexi, though he couldn't help but silently disagree with her.

When she started to walk away, Tristin immediately followed suit, he didn't know why but being with Lexi was the only thing calming his emotions at the moment, something to which was a miracle all by itself. Once the pair had reached s solid looking metal door, Tristin heard Lexi ask him a question, a question he didn't know exactly how to answer. Following her through the door and into a well light, highly modern looking corridor. After a few minutes silence as Tristin decided on his answer, whilst he followed her into an elevator. "Well, I can control the weather." The blonde explained slowly. "Though control is a strong word, once it starts I have no power over it at all." He admitted sheepishly. Flashbacks of Toby came into his mind once again, but with great resolve Tristin managed to push the thoughts from his mind.

"I can also fly, change the temperature around me, and sometimes I can manipulate the elements. For example I can change the shape of a flame, or water, or maybe the earth itself." Taking a deep breath Tristin cast his eyes towards Lexi and shrugged his shoulders. "Though I don't know how far I can manipulate them, the furthest I've got is to make some water on the ground go into a square shape." Just as he finished his explanation the doors of the elevator opened, revealing a very intimating hallway.

Stepping out, Tristin followed Lexi once again, as she showed him around to what he gathered was a massive Mansion. The hallway they were currently walking down was inlayed from floor to ceiling in a deep rich mahogany wood. The place oozed out wealth, but strangely it also emitted a homely vibe, something which Tristin missed terribly. Staring wide eyed at numerous people they passed on their journey, Tristin noticed that several of them were using their powers openly. Of course Tristin knew of other mutants out there, he would have been stupid to think otherwise. But seeing them right in front of him, it made the blonde realize that he wasn't so alone as he thought he was.

He noticed a girl walk through a wall, a boy change form into a girl, another boy suspending a football in mid air with nothing but his hand several inches below it and a another girl cracking what looked like purple electricity between her fingers. "So everyone attends this 'school' so that they can learn how to control their powers?" Tristin asked as his eyes kept on scanning different people. Turning a corner Tristin noticed they had come to a foyer like set up with a sweeping grand stair case that branched off in two different directions.

Just as they were ascending the staircase, Tristin noticed a strikingly beautiful woman standing on the landing at the top. Her skin was a light caramel color and her hair was pure white, apart from the black streaks that were running through it. "Who is that?" Tristin breathed . Moving his gaze away from her, he also noticed that Logan was standing beside her, his face like thunder. The sight of him made Tristin involuntary step even closer to Lexi, if that was possible.

"Tristin, it's finally nice to meet you, I'm Ororo Monroe, principal of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters ." The white haired woman spoke as Tristin and Lexi reached the top of the stairs. "Erm hi." Tristin greeted shyly as he glanced at Lexi, then back to Ororo. "I would like to have a quick word with you Tristin, if I may?" The principal asked politely, and at Tristin's hesitant agreement, the white-haired woman turned on her heel, and started to walk away. "Miss Westbrook, if you could stay with Logan whilst I speak to our newcomer here, I would greatly appreciate it." Ororo spoke over her shoulder, before shooting a warm smile to the small brunette.

Begrudgingly Tristin followed, before shooting a helpless look towards his new friend. After a couple of awkward minutes, Tristin found himself in a very magnificent looking office. On the far right were high arch windows that displayed the lush green lawn outside that seemed to stretch on forever. The opposite wall was lined with numerous books and small sculptures, and on the far wall was painting of a bald man in a wheel chair, and on the bottom was a small plaque that read. 'Professor Charles Xavier.' "Please take a seat." Ororo spoke with a small smile as she noticed the teenage boy look around her newly acquired room in awe. Snapping out of his reprieve, Tristin coughed nervously before sitting down in a green leather chair that was situated in front of a big mahogany desk.

Taking a seat behind the desk, Ororo smiled once again at Tristin. "I know what your going through Tristin, and I know just how difficult it is to go through such a thing." The principal started in a soothing voice. Staring at her, Tristin didn't say a word, instead he looked down at his lap, his blonde hair falling in his eyes as he did so. "Sadly most of the children here have been through similar experiences, they've felt lost and alone. Until they have arrived here." Ororo continued on as she noticed the teen sitting in front of her look up with questioning eyes. "This place is somewhere where mutants can learn to control their gifts, whilst also continuing on wither their standard school education. We're like a boarding school if you will, and I'm sure you'll fit just right in with us, so what do you say Tristin, are you willing to give it a go?"

Tristin looked at the beautiful woman and thought about her question. After all he didn't have anywhere else to go, plus he would be with his own kind here, a place where he would be safe, just like Lexi had promised. Setting his lips into a small smile, Tristin nodded his head. "Yes please, I'd like that." He replied as he hazel eyes sparkled.

"Excellent." Ororo beamed, before she leaped up and came around the desk to give Tristin a warm hug, something which made Tristin blush a dark shade of crimson "You'll like it here, plus I think we have something in common." Watching Ororo as she released him, Tristin noticed her eyes go completely white, before the room got suddenly darker. Turning his head towards the windows the blonde notice that it was now raining, the sky had become thick with gray clouds and a few claps of thunder could be heard.

Turning his head so fast that he nearly had whiplash , Tristin gazed back at the still smiling weather witch. "Wow." Was all he said. He couldn't believe that someone else had the exact same powers he did. Suddenly his shoulders felt slightly lighter as his self-pity began to dissipate, before he was up onto his feet as Ororo signalled for him to follow her, her eyes changing to their dark color once again. Exiting the office, Tristin's eyes roamed everywhere as he tried desperately to find Lexi, but he couldn't see her anywhere. So with a resigned sigh Tristin obediently followed Ororo through a maze of hallways and staircases. 'Okay, now I'll never find my way back.' The blonde thought glumly. After a few more hallways Tristin noticed that the layout had become different. On either side of the corridor were different doors, which continued on both sides until a fork branched off at the bottom.

"This is the dormitory wing." Ororo explained as she noticed Tristin's lost expression. "You'll be residing with Bobby Drake, he's a very nice young man, luckily for us his previous roommate decided to leave not too long ago." The weather witch explained, and as she did so Tristin couldn't help but notice a bitter tone in her voice as she mentioned the previous roommate.

Passing several doors they finally stopped outside one which had the numbers 237 attached to it. Opening the door, Ororo motioned for Tristin to step inside. With hesitant feet, the blonde entered the room which where he would be residing from now on. It was a large room, with two beds on opposing sides. In the centre was yet another high arch window, which looked over another part of the lawn, this time with a large fountain placed in the centre. "There are some new clothes in the dresser for you, I sent Bobby and Rogue, his girlfriend out shopping." Ororo explained as she pointed to a high mahogany looking dresser that was placed a few feet, from what he assumed would be his bed. "Thank you, I don't know what to say." Tristin managed to reply, he felt overwhelmed by everything that was happening. "There's nothing to say, you should rest now, I'll imagine Bobby will want to see you after his classes are over." Just when the principal was going to shut the door, Tristin found his voice. "Can Lexi come up? She's my only friend here." Tristin asked weakly as he tried his best pleading face on the kind woman.

Smiling slightly, Ororo nodded her head. "I'll send her up." Was all she said, before exiting the room and leaving Tristin to his thoughts. Slumping down on his bed, the blonde stared up at the white ceiling above him and sighed loudly. "What a day." He laughed darkly to himself, whilst he waited for the brunette.

As the weather witch made her journey down the dormitory staircase, she couldn't help but knit her eyebrows together in worry. Tristin Connors was very a powerful mutant indeed, even more powerful than herself she ventured. She just hoped that the poor boy would find stability and harness the power within him soon, who knows what kind of unmentionable things could happen if he was lured in by the wrong people. Shaking her head, Ororo smoothed out her brow and smiled at a few passing students as she made her way to find Alexa.

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So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me,
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become!
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace


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→•____ Her first response was to laugh at the question. Of course it was strange for a school to have its own jet, but he’d soon figure out that everything around here was a little strange compared to your average school. “Yeah, we’re sort of a weird school. I mean, the previous owner was loaded so why not?” Was her answer, following it up with another small giggle. As much as she wanted to, she wasn’t about to tell him about any of the school’s community activities. That would be something for later if he decided to stay. Hell, he might even end up joining the team if things worked out properly.

As she revealed her claws she took note on his reaction, a faint smirk playing on her lips. Everyone, mutant or not, seemed to have the same reaction when she first revealed her claws, all somehow drawing back in slight shock or fear. It wasn’t anything new to her, so when he drew back on instinct she wasn’t surprised in the least. “Yeah, they’re pretty dangerous.” She started with shrug, her smirk dropping into a lingering smile. For a brief second her light green eyes dropped down to glance at her hands, a pained look crossing her features. If he only knew. She’d done quite a bit of damage with the claws already, and it didn’t help much that most of it was against the law. But, to her defense, most of these said actions were performed under extreme conditions in which she’d let her emotions take over, before she’d learned to control her feral rage. However, Alexa managed to quickly recover from her current position and lift her eyes back up, focusing them back on the hazel ones before her with a lukewarm smile.

She perked up at the mention of running though, a flash of curiosity lighting up her features again. Quickly she retracted her claws and instinctively ran her fingers over her fingertips, fidgeting with them for a short-lived second. “Track, huh? Well I guess we’ll have to go running sometime then. I just hope you can keep up!” She challenged, her eyes locking with his as her lips curved up into a playful grin. No harm in having a little fun, right? If there was anything Alexa liked more than being outdoors, it was a little competition. She practically thrived on it, and so far Logan was the only one around the school who’d shown the potential to rival that competitive drive. She couldn’t help it though, her mutation caused her to have endless amounts of energy and she needed to burn it off somehow.

After telling Tristin about Logan she couldn’t help but get the feeling that he didn’t believe her. She couldn’t blame him if it was true though. Logan came off as a big, gruff and generally scary guy, plain and simple. Besides, she shared a unique bond with Logan, thus allowing her to see most of the real Logan than most of the other students at the mansion. Shrugging if off, she continued her track towards the elevator, awaiting an answer to her second question.

Within moments she received an answer, although it caused her to raise an eyebrow in question. He could control weather, but at the same time he can’t control it. It took her a moment, but slowly she recalled the brief moment in which he’d used his powers on the trip here. He hadn’t seemed in control than, but she’d only thought that was from waking up in such a panic. Guess she was wrong. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot of work to do when it comes to the control department, but don’t worry, I’m pretty sure there’s someone around here who can help you out.” She paused for a moment, another warm smile replacing her previous expression as she added, “But when it snows, you’re definitely going to be on my team. The other team will never know what hit ‘em.” She joked, a laugh echoing within the elevator as they reached the main floor and the doors opened.

Casually, she stepped out and slowly began to make her way through the ornately decorated halls, pointing out common places such as the kitchen, game room, living room, several classrooms, and the dining room and explaining their relevance to the school. Minutes into the tour they began to see some of the other students, most of which she flashed a beaming smile to or raised her hand in a quick wave. Not surprisingly they returned the greeting, although most pointed or questioned the reason she was touring Tristin around in the first place. For now, she shrugged the glances and questions off, simply telling them that she’d tell them all about it later. After all, they lived in the school. It wasn’t like any of them were going anywhere anytime soon.

“Yep, either that or because they need safe place to stay. The school acts like a safe house for any and all oppressed mutants, although most of us end up staying and actually going to school here.” She explained, turning a corner to enter the main foyer of the school. Briskly she walked over to one of the staircases and only managed to take a few steps before Tristin spoke up again. Raising her head and scanning the room, it took her a moment to locate just who he’d asked about. Although, once she did, her expression changed to a beaming smile. “That’s the principle, Ororo Monroe. But most of us just call her Storm.” She answered as she continued her ascent, quickly adding, “She’s really nice. Practically the polar opposite of Logan.”

Once they reached the top she remained silent, allowing Storm to introduce herself without interruption. She took this moment to glance over at Logan, who looked absolutely livid. Raising en eyebrow, she silently gazed at him in curiosity, wondering just what made him so infuriated in the first place. Sure, Logan had a quick temper, but this was a bit ridiculous. At Ororo’s request she simply nodded, waving a silent goodbye to Tristin as the two headed towards her office. No doubt they’d see each other again later.

When the two were gone she approached Logan, who was now leaning on the banister and blankly starring at the wall ahead, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze to get his attention. When he turned around and faced her, she couldn’t help but frown at his blank expression. Quickly deciding on a plan of action, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the stairs. “C’mon, we’re going for a walk.” She stated rather flatly. If he was going to open up to her it would be outside and in a very quite and secluded place. Thus, she silently led him to down the stairs and through the backdoor. She continued until they reached the tree line, seeking out a well-worn jogging trail and following it until they were well away from the mansion.

Finally she released his wrist and turned on her heels, facing him with the same displeased smile. “Alright, what’s buggin’ you? You’ve been all grumpy since we landed?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Patiently, she waited for a response from him, but was only greeted with a faint growl. His lips were looked in a fine line and it looked as if he was holding something back, his brows knit in either anger or frustration. Finally, after a few more moments of silence, his deep brown eyes locked on hers, obviously glazed with anger. “Look kid, what you back on the jet was real dumb. What if he would’ve killed you and brought the jet down? What if he’s working for some other lunatic? You can’t trust people easy.” He ground out, his knuckles practically going white. Walking over to a nearby tree, he paused only momentarily before throwing his fist into the thick wood, a furious growl ripping through surrounding area. “That, and word has it good ‘ole Mags has his powers back.”

The first bit she’d been almost expecting, Logan was a father figure to her thus he has permission to be a bit overprotective, but the second snippet of information almost knocked the wind out of her. “What!?” She blurted out, her eyes widening and her features practically frozen in a shocked expression. “How? When!?” She continued, her anger and worry both building rapidly. If Magneto regained his powers than the cure must have worn off, and that meant that Marie would eventually regain her powers too. That wouldn’t be all that bad, but that also meant that Magneto would probably make another attempt at seizing Rogue or one of the other students for his own advances. “From what Storm told me, he’s recently committed a number of robberies and break-ins at a few research facilities and scientific labs. We don’t know what he’s after just yet, but you can bet it ain’t gonna be good.” Logan answered, finally removing his fist from the dented tree trunk and eyeing Alexa with the same angered stare. “So, what are you gonna do!?” She asked, her voice laced with hints of concern. She was not up to loosing one of her best friends again. “Can’t do nothin’ yet, kid. We don’t know where he’d hidin’ or what he’s plannin’ on doing.” He shrugged, inhaling deeply and moments later exhaling a frustrated sigh. “That’s what’s so damn frustratin’.” He finished, turning on his heels to head back to the mansion.

Silently and in thought, she followed. When they finally arrived back at the mansion they both went their separate ways, Logan heading towards the garage and Alexa settling for the living room. Upon entering the room, she found it to be empty, a fact that drew a soft smile to her lips. She planned on taking full advantage of this. Walking forward she approached the large couch, stretching her arms out and opting to sprawl across as many of the cushions as possible. Sadly though, she only managed to take up roughly three, a fact she contributed to her petite height. With a sigh she grabbed one of the many pillows and buried her face in it, simply laying there for a moment.

She laid there for a good five minutes before she heard footsteps approaching, footsteps she quickly identified to be Storm. Still, she remained motionless, relishing in simple the comfort that the couch brought her. “Alexa?” The weather witch called as she entered the room, although the only answer she received was a soft groan. At that she could merely smile, walking over and tapping the student on the shoulder. “Tristin would like to see you.” She stated, pausing a moment before turning on her heels and moving to exit the room. After all, Ororo Monroe was a busy woman; she had a school to run among other things. “He’s in room 237 with Bobby. It seems to two have become rather good friends within the short amount of time you’ve known each other.” She laughed softly at the thought, a knowing smile gracing her lips.

Alexa groggily pealed herself away from the couch and rubbed her eyes, letting them adjust to the lighting of the living room. Pushing herself up, she slowly moved back to a standing position and began to walk towards the dormitory wing of the building. Once she reached the row of wood doors, she began towards the designated room, one which she was awfully familiar with due to Rouge’s constant visits. Soon she found herself outside of room 237, a casual expression washing over her features as she raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around the cool metal doorknob. Applying pressure, she heard the latch unlatch and used her other hand to gently push the door open. “Tristin?” She asked while stepping into the room, wondering for a brief moment if this was in fact the correct dorm. But her fears were silenced when she spotted the blonde sprawled out across his bed, a familiar amused grin playing upon her lips at the sight. “So, what do you think?” She asked as she stepped up towards the foot of his bed, hands resting on the solid Mahogany bed frame.







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[The Loving Kind]

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Sighing loudly, Tristin arched his back as he stretched his tried body, causing some of his, now dry t-shirt to rise slightly, exposing some of his concave stomach.. As his deep hazel eyes stared at the ceiling, the weather manipulator couldn't help but to think of what his parents and friends were doing right now. Had Evan, Kara and Ceri continued on without him, like he hadn't even existed? Did his parent's even miss him? Though Tristin knew that was a silly question, he knew without a doubt that his mom would be missing him, well he hoped, but with his father, Tristin wasn’t so sure.

The blonde was brought out of his thoughts as he heard the door to his room open after he heard the knocker go, and his name being called. Resting on his elbows so that he was propped up, Tristin looked on as he saw Lexi gaze the room before her light green eyes landed on him, a grin playing along her lips. As she asked her question and made her way towards the base of Tristin's bed, the blonde couldn't help but notice that the thoughts that were just plaguing him had simply vanished away. Smiling a pearly white smile to the short teen, Tristin cocked his head to the side in thought.

"It's different, that's for sure." He answered, truthfully. Getting up so that he was now sitting crossed legged on the cream sheets of his bead, Tristin looked at his friend. This caused Tristin to frown slightly in thought. Well was Lexi his friend? She had been kind to him, shown him around this massive school/estate/care home, and here she was now, but maybe she was doing all of this to be polite? Shaking his head Tristin tore his gaze away from Lexi and stared down at his clasped hands. "I'm sharing this room with Bobby Drake." Tristin commented, trying desperately to clear his mind once again. Rising from the bed, Tristin slowly walked towards the bay windows that looked over the now darkening garden. "I hope I fit in here, I'm not that great with strangers." The blonde noted to Lexi, his eyes still focusing on the large fountain of spurting water. It was true, if it wasn't for Kara, Tristin was sure that he wouldn't of been friends with Evan and Ceri in High School, he was that shy.

Turning away from the window, Tristin faced Lexi and crossed his arms over his chest. "How long have you been here, Lexi?" Tristin asked politely, his curiosity rising. His mind flashed back to what Storm had said when she had spoken to him in her office. "Sadly most of the children here have been through similar experiences, they've felt lost and alone. Until they have arrived here." Biting his lip as he gazed at the brunette, Tristin couldn't help but wonder if Lexi had been through similar experiences. Though he wanted to know, the blonde would never of asked her, for one they had barely known each other a day, and secondly it wasn't his place to pry.

As he waited for Lexi's answer, Tristin opened his large dresser, as he was finding it quite difficult to keep his cool. So the best way to distract himself was to busy himself with expecting what the two strangers had bought for him. Though as soon as he opened the doors, the weather manipulator couldn't help but beam and genuine smile. Bobby had good taste in clothes, the blonde noted, or maybe it was his girlfriend, either way what he saw made his eyes sparkle. Tight skinny jeans, retro Disney t-shirts, smart short sleeve shirts, slightly more baggy jeans, funky tight fitting neon color t-shirts, belts and three pears of sneakers. "Just my style." Tristin laughed, as he turned to face Lexi. "What do you think?"

Hearing a distant bell go off somewhere in the mansion, Tristin assumed that it signalled the end of classes. His theory was proven right, because no longer than a couple of minutes later the bedroom door was burst open, causing Tristin to jump slightly and for him to drop a pair of jeans he was currently examining. The first person to enter the room was a tall, slightly muscular boy with brown spiky hair and piercing blue eyes. The second to enter was a slim girl, who was much taller than Lexi, and who had dark brown eyes, the thing that Tristin noticed the most though were the two white streaks that ran down either side of her long brown hair and the fact she was wearing gloves that reached her elbows. The last person to enter was another girl, she had slightly darker skin, dark eyes and black hair, Tristin remembered her instantly. She was the girl he saw standing in the corridor earlier on, cracking what looked like purple sparks between her fingers.

As his eyes darted to each of them, Tristin felt his nerves bubble up instantly. The boy who had entered first, walked towards Tristin and stopped when he had come in front of him. "Hey, so you must be my new roomie. I'm Bobby, nice to meet ya." The blue eyed boy exclaimed cheerily as he thrust a hand towards Tristin. Smiling slightly at the boys friendly nature, Tristin hesitantly took Bobby's hand and shook it good naturedly. Tristin joked as he felt his nerves slowly dissipate.

Nodding his head with a small grin, Bobby released his hand from Tristin's and walked back over the tall slim girl. "This is Rogue, my girlfriend." Bobby stated, almost proudly. Rolling her eyes playfullyat her boyfriends actions, Rogue waved a small wave towards the blonde. "Nice to meet you Tristin, I see you've found the clothes I picked for you?" Rogue commented as she noticed the pair of jeans on the floor. Blushing lightly, Tristin quickly picked them up and nodded his head. "Yeah, you've got great taste, thanks." The weather manipulator commented as his eyes darted from Rogue in embarrassment. This caused Rouge to laugh lightly, and for Bobby to wrap his arm around his girlfriends shoulder. "I helped too, I picked out your sneakers." He explained, which Tristin also thanked him for.

"Hey what am I, a potted plant?" The dark haired girl complained, though she smiled as she did so. Stepping towards Tristin, she winked playfully and shook his hand. "I'm Jubilee, nice to meet you Blondie, and it's true what they're saying." She commented, almost offhandedly, before turning towards Lexi and giving her a knowing wink. As Tristin looked on, he raised his eyebrows in puzzlement and watched as Jubilee stepped away from him and made her way towards Lexi, before she swung her arm over the brunettes shoulders.

"Hey, Tristin, let's leave the girls, it's almost supper time, you can hang with me and some friends, what do you say?" Bobby suggested. Even though Tristin wasn't used to dealing with strangers, he had made up his mind to change his ways. After all, if he couldn't make friends here then he wouldn't make them anywhere. So as he and Bobby walked ahead down a maze of stairs, Tristin couldn't help but noticed that the three girls were laughing and talking in hushed whispers all the way down to the kitchen.