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"ooo trifting sounds like fun ... let's go" she said attemting to drag them to the store. 'trift store here i come woohoo!....i should cut down on my soda'

(sorry for the short post i wanted you to know i was here emo )

Koriander's glare burned into the place between Alastair's shoulders as he left her behind. Stupid tall people...Stupid Long-Legs.... She picked up the pace, though her weak hard screamed at her for it. Stupid heart- no! Stupid tall Long-Legs!

She made it to the still half open door and glanced in, shooting Alastair a last glare before she sat down on the second chair moodily.

Zion looked behind them and stopped dead in her tracks and snatched Kidd by the arm. Looking at the new girl in their group Zion said, "We'll meet you at the car, love. Gotta take care of something." She then pulled Kidd over to Darius and literaly pushed her forward almost right into Darius. None to subtle like she winked at Darius and walked off. "See y'all at the car. Parking lot E space two-seventy-nine."

Alastair glanced through the corner of his eyes at the girl who sat down next to him and grunted to himself before looking back at the professor, waiting to see what the old man had to say.

Across the table, Professor Xavier looked from both of the children in silence for a moment before finally allowing his smile to grow somewhat. "Its good to see two new faces in the school. An interesting power you have, Koriander. I dont believe that I have had the privilege of many with your gifts in this school."

At hearing that, and waiting for the praise for his own gift that never came, Alastair slunk his chair a bit, feeling oddly rejected for some reason. It almost made him want to reach out and backhand the girl across her stupid little cheek.

Xavier seemed to make no inclination that he knew what Alastair was thinking, and he didnt. He made it a point not to read into the students and faculty members of the schools minds without permission. In fact, he only read Korianders earlier because he hadnt considered her a full student yet, a loophole that he had come up with himself so long ago that he couldnt truely put a date to it anymore.

"Alastair, I believe I have explained to you the purpose of our school in our last meeting in Glasgow, correct?" The boy nodded and Xavier turned to Koriander. "As for you, I suppose I will go into a deeper explanation once our young man here leaves. I dont want to have to bore him all over again. For now though, tell me a little about yourself. Anything your comfortable saying, let me know, so that I may get to know you a little better."

Anyone who might currently be at the Brotherhood house might be curious as to what all those loud noises were in the distance. Perhaps the government had finally gotten wise to their little den, or maybe Magneto was even planning a brand new world-domination scheme and was coming to drag them along for the ride. Or maybe it was the other way around, and the X-Men were on their way to put an end to their annoyance once and for all.

However, nothing could have been farther from the truth. Indeed, a force of man and nature stronger than anything the X-Men or Magneto could possibly muster was headed toward the home, and indeed, it would never be the same again.

“FROM THE SCENIC HILLS OF BAYVILLE, NEW YORK, IT’S EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEME MAKEOVER: HOME EDITION!” shouted an all-too-happy blonde guy as almost instantaneously, dozens of carpenters, construction workers, design teams and the full pantheon of equipment and vehicles spilled out onto the property. “Hello there, I’m Ty Pennington, and today we have a very special home and story for you. Behind me is the historic Brotherhood Home for Disenfranchised Youth, and believe you me, its seen some better times. Decayed wood, filthy furniture, ancient plumbing, and a lawn almost devoid of living grass are only the beginning of the problems this place has had over the years. To make matters worse, young children with nowhere else to go have been living here for months now, with only the most paltry sums of assistance from the government and private good Samaritans. Well today, we’re going to speak with the brave young man who brought this story to our network, and hopefully walk away with a new home worthy of such integrity.”

The camera panned over in front of the house, where, out of nowhere, a young man with silver hair, dark sunglasses, and tattered clothes appeared. Despite his relatively pathetic-looking condition, his lips were curled into a smile. “Hello there America, my name is Pietro Maximoff. Behind me is the humble home I grew up in. Sure, I eventually moved on to make a name for myself helping orphans in Ethiopia while subsequently making efforts to save the rainforests and halt the spread of AIDS in Africa (while also being stricken with river blindness and dozens of broken bones fighting off endangered bunny poachers), but you know, sometimes you gotta think of people besides yourself. I mean, look at what these pour souls have to live in. In AMERICA! Land of the free and home of the Yankees! Well I’m sorry, call me old-fashioned but I simply cannot let this stand. And that’s why I… have called YOU all… to fix up this piece of cr, I mean, home and hope for down-and-out kids such as myself.”

And with that, Pietro had returned to Bayville, though this time he wasn’t about to live in squalor.

“Um, Mr, Maximoff,” Ty asked inquisitively, “We were told that they’d be ready for us in there. Are you sure you told them? It looks like all of the rooms are full and nothing’s packed up.”

“Oh are you sure about that?” Pietro asked, looking innocent. “Why, I could have sworn… OH SWEET GOD LOOK OVER THERE!” he shouted, pointing behind Ty.

As the camera crews turned, Pietro zipped into the house at something not quite mach 4, but certainly too fast to see. He promptly made his way through the house, grabbing furniture, possessions, and indeed, anyone who might have been home at the time ((feel free to respond if this applies to you)), and deposited them out onto the front lawn. A moment later, he appeared back before the confused crew.

“See? They were ready the whole time. Guess you guys were just seeing stuff.”

“Er… ok, sure, lets get to work guys!”

And with that, the ABC network set about destroying… but slowly rebuilding the Brotherhood home, to the horrified gawking of anyone who wasn’t Pietro.

did you notice this post katza

Nick sighed quietly as he sat on his bed looking through an open window. He had been here for a while and still had not made any friends yet. He thought about talking to the professor but didn't want to bother him. "I should try and make some friends. Apparently there isn't a welcoming committee." He thought to himself.

(This is just to get me back into the rp.)

Xavier smiled slightly, one side of his lips curling up, at the sight of Koriander looking a bit more proud. He listened quietly through the relatively routine that he had heard time and time again, from nearly every student in the school.

"An uninteresting life, you say? My dear, I have documents that suggest otherwise. I can hardly believe that breaking into high security company databases at such a young age, and being able to do it without leaving the slightest of traces could be un-interesting."

He grinned to himself, somewhat boyishly, for a moment before the grin faded. "I also know of the reason your sitting there in that chair as I speak, about what happened to your brother. Nasty business, that..but, at least no one was hurt."

Steepling his fingers on the desk, he stared at the two of them for a few minutes, Alastair staring out of the window in boredom due to not having any part in the conversation.

"What is it you hope to gain here from this school, children?" He asked, seeming to look at both of them at the same time, yet never fully focusing his gaze on either of them. "Its a relatively simple question, and really doesnt have any strong purpose in your enrollment, I just like to better understand the mindsets of the students coming in."