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Tess looked at Arkell in alarm, seemingly having suddenly forgotten that she'd tousled with his hair. "And you tell us that -now-?!" he asked, hopping to his feet. He looked at the geckos with disdain, not realizing there was one that had decided to cling to his back. "If they're poisonous, why the hell'd they build a school here? 'Oh, one of the mutants will heal everyone?'" He backed up away from the area, crossing his arms over his chest.

Mal slightly laughed in agreement, then sighed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. A moment later, a girl appeared in the doorway. She greeted them and motioned down the hall towards her room.
"My name is Marie Jakeman," she said. Mal smiled and nodded.
"Nice to meet you," he replied. "I'm Mal." For a moment afterwards, he was silent. A feeling of awkward tension crept up to him as he wondered what he should do. She continued to stand in the doorway and Mal got the distinct impression that she wanted to come in.
"Wanna come in?" he asked.

Marie smiled and hoped into the chair presented but Sergey saying, “No the pleasure is all mine.” There was a slight pause before he nose wrinkled and she noticed the subtle haze of smoke coming from Sergey’s feathers. “Jobar!” [Trans: Holy cow/mackerel/etc.] she gasped, more perplexed than shocked. “What happened to your head feathers?” Marie got out of her chair and climbed on Sergey’s bed, sitting up on her knees, though probably still not tall even to see over Sergey’s head.

“Do you know anything about this? Because, it defiantly wasn’t smoking early?” Her controlled monotone voice sounding a little higher than normal as she looked to Mal with curiousity.

Marie had been down sitting in the chair and then suddenly she was up beside him. He had not really been paying attention having phased out for a second, but when her voice came somewhere near his ear he jumped and yelled "GAH!" He took an invultary jump away from her, which involved him jumping right off the bed. He landed harshly on his back and groaned softly from the floor sitting up to rub his head and shoulder. He looked up at Marie wincing slightly as he gingerly brushed his feathers, "I got ento fight viff dog boy, the fire girl ended it." was all he said, since that explained pretty much everything.

Tess scrunched up his nose a bit, wincing a little in the process. "Well, I didn't know that..." he grumbled. He checked his nose and was glad to find that it wasn't bleeding anymore. His muzzle was still rather sore, as was his stinging tail, but at least it wasn't such a big pain anymore. Looking to Aya, he blinked as she seemed to be hiding something in her hand, and then glanced around when she commented on it getting dark.

"I dunno... I suppose it is." he mumbled, sighing as he yawned and scratched his chest a bit. "I... Don't notice it until the sun's down, really." he added. "If it gets too dark for you, I guess... I could walk you two to your dorms. But only because nobody knows what might jump out at you in the dark. Maybe some freaky kid with bird legs and a funny accent..."

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Aya smiled and followed Arkell. Her eyes scanned for a place to drop the dead gecko. She turned her head casually, though she meant to catch a glance of the dog boy, who would obviously see her action. She began to breath a little heavier. If she didn't drop the gecko soon, it would fully decompose. Then, as her body wouldn't be able to kill it anymore, it would take in what was left. And if that happened...
She cringed, remembering the test they'd forced onto her in The Cell. Her body hadn't been able to stimulate itself after taking in the remains of a small flower. All it could understand was that a strange substance had entered her bloodstream and her antibodies were not able to destroy it. Thus, resulting in fights trying to stay conscious and complete shutdowns, not to mention the puking of blood or anything she'd eaten that day (if she did at all) and becoming extremely weak.
And this time it wasn't just a small flower. It was a good sized gecko.
She swallowed, trying to sustain her panting. She turned around completely, facing Bane.
"Well come on then!" she called, hoping for him to walk past her, not caring if it was out of anger.

Marie blinked, and held back a laugh, “Are you okay? That dog guy seems quite rude. Perhaps he needs a good belly rub. … Eh… that was a lame joke.” She looked down at Sergey, “I suppose I shall go back to my designated seat to avoid further harm to anyone in this room.” As she moved, Marie glanced at Mal’s expression, smiling a little more herself.

She sat playing with a lock of her dark hair, bangles tinkling from time to time. “Tell, me about yourself, Mal. Where are you from? We already have three culture covered in this room so far with my English and Spanish ways and Sergey’s Russian home. What year are you and what elective classes are you considering?” Marie glanced at Sergey with the last sentence, curious of his hobbies as well.

Mal sighed and shrugged. Scooting back on his bed, he leaned against the wall and looked to the ceiling.
"I was born in Jersey," he began. Looking at her, he added, "New Jersey. In the States." Looking back to the ceiling he sighed again. "I'm a junior and as for electives, I don't even know what this school offers." Looking to her, he smiled. "I ran away to come here. I didn't get any enrollment offers or acceptance letters. My hope was to get here and just make them take me." He laughed a little and shook his head. "But they got to me first. I was on my way here when a helicopter took me off of the boat I was on." For a moment, he sat still, remembering the boat ride. Suddenly, he remembered his cat and almost jumped.
"Lucy!" He exclaimed. Standing, he searched the small room for his luggage. Strangely, it was no where to be found. For a moment, he wore an expression of utter distress, but a soft padding noise came to his attention. With great pride, Lucy strode into the room, her head held high in an air of regal strength. She immediately leaped upon Mal's bed and sat down to begin cleaning herself. Shortly after Lucy followed a burly man with Mal's suitcase. He waited at the doorway for Mal to approach him and when he did, he greeted him with a gruff tone.
"You Malcolm Tiberius?" the man asked. Mal nodded and the man dropped the suitcase. "Delivery." With that, he was gone. Mal forced a short laugh of disbelief and carried the suitcase to the floor next to his bed. After shoving it under, he sat down next to Lucy and began petting her.
Motioning to his cat, he said again, "Lucy."