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Damion would hop into the back softly trying to maintain some level of cleanliness as he got into Lance's jeep. "Chill" he said to Valerie upon seeing the look on her face. He did not know what she had to worry about but if she was anything like himself the jeep was not helping. He leaned back as much as he could and tried to gather his thoughts on Lance's "ride". Well then, now that they were inside the car now would be as good a time as ever to ask where they were going.

"Valerie had a good point Lance. Just where do Miss Darkholme's followers meet? Considering how highly she thinks of her teem you must have a very nice pad..."

Damion hated having to use Lance's first name but there was not much more he could call him asside from insults. He stared into the backview mirror of the jeep vacantly waiting for confirmation that he was about to be taken to some highteck super comand center or the likes.

((wow, I'm off today))

Samara was sick of looking at the house. In bare feet and peculiar clothing, she decided to tour the town. The sandwich lay half eaten on the sidewalk.

Bayvilled seemed a nice enough place, but a little too high class for her liking. She watched people go about their everyday activities, feeling a touch strange in their world.

A large building was on the horizon. The highschool, Bayville High. "It looks like a prison," she mumbled. She hadn't been to school in a few years, and wasn't excited to be starting again.

In the parking lot she saw a hunter green jeep. "I've seen that jeep," she said to herself. It was in a picture of the Brotherhood house that had been shown to her. She recognized Lance from another picture, along with a few others.

Her feet walked across the hot asphalt towards them, stopping a few car distances away to observe.

Once Damion and Valerie were settled in the back seat, Lance shifted into reverse and backed, somewhat smoothly out of the parking space. After a quick K turn they were pointed in the right direction and quickly sped off toward the Brotherhood HQ, completely oblivious that they were being watched from not to far off.

"Valerie had a good point Lance. Just where do Miss Darkholme's followers meet? Considering how highly she thinks of her teem you must have a very nice pad..."

The older male almost laughed as Damion's comment. Yeah, sure the Brotherhood boarding house was nice...twenty years ago. Last time he checked, pealing paint and broken furniture wasn't anyone's definition of 'nice'. Livable, barely, nice, far from it.

"Oh," said Lance, "you'll see where we meet alright. And just to warn you...the last time I checked it was anything but..."

At that exact moment, the trio had pulled up the driveway with the once grand Brotherhood boarding house looming in front of them....what was left of it that is. A timed explosion had just gutted the entire left wing and judging by the looks of it, the right wing wouldn't be there for much longer. The area around the demolition site was just as chaotic. Random people buzzed around, some carrying paint and potted plants, others looking over blueprints labeled 'tiki bar' and others still lugging around professional grade video cameras.

"What the hell?" shouted Lance, though it could hardly be heard as a random carpenter being sawing lumbar at that moment. Jumping out of his jeep he pushed his way though the crowd. He was going to find whoever was responsible for this and personally mount his head on the wall.



"What happened here?"

"Oh nothing really," said Victoria as if she had been asked 'what's the weather like?' "Toad just broke into the mansion, held me captive while he demanded medical supplies so I knocked him out, and my associate Morgan tied him up so he can't get away. Ya know, same old same old,"

Victoria smiled cheerfully as she finished. Silently, she wondered if the new girl would introduce herself or ask another question, standing here was starting to get a bit awkward. Not to mention, medical wards always creeped Victoria out.

((.... stressed ....))

Damion casualy got out of the jeep behind the two older students. Nothing seemed to supriswe him after a day like today and the house falling apart was not that unusual in comparison with the hallway fight and the principle's seperate identity.

"Anything but what Lance?"

Damion's voice was slightly nervouse seeing as how this was where they had gotten out and it was half finished at best. It was hard to set his thoughts when the place was halfway finished and all the reporters and such were all over the place. Over all, it was hard for Damion to even tell what the4 place had looked like before renevations had started. He shot a wondering glance at Valerie as she burst out with emotion as usual before returning his eyes to see if Lance planed on awnsering either of them.

Nick looked up from a book he was reading, he had not talked to anyone just yet and he had been in the mansion for a while now. He had heard rumors about some "Danger Room" and wanted to see what exactly it was. "Can't be that hard to find.." He said to himself.

As he stood up Nick pulled on his favortie pair of tan baggy khaki pants and an orange Harley Davidson shirt, and of course his black Sketchers boots. After that he walked into the hall as he started to look around, wondering where it would be located.

[Would any of the mods care if I somehow found the danger room? I have tried before to try and get in the RP and no one noticed my posts, so if I get in the danger room and alarms go off or something I can finally get into the loop. =D ]

Samara watched as the Jeep zoomed past her, clutching her hair as it rose in the wind. "No manners, I suppose." She continued her walk through the parking lot and off of school grounds, feeling more free as she did so.

The long black skirt she wore flowed in the gentle breeze, her jewelry tinkling as she walked. The houses she passed were becoming bigger and larger, and she soon stumbled upon a large mansion.

The Xavier Institute. She had been here before on a cold night about four months ago. That long discussion she had with the Professor, the things they talked about. Her past, her present, and her future. Her powers. Just the thought of them made her hands tingle with glee.

But the dear professor was not at all pleased with the type of powers that had manifested in her. They were something he considered evil. He offered her another approach to their development, something that would possibly bring out the better in her mutation, but she declined it. The love of death she clutched in her heart would always remain, and she walked out, leaving a finger from a corpse on the front porch.

The intense blue eyes looked in through the gates, looking for a sign of life. Nothing. Her bejeweled hand reached into her draping jacket, pulling out a strange looking cigarette, and lit it. Sitting in front of the gates, she took a long drag, wondering what it would be like to be smoking from the inside looking out.

Samara looked in, remembering Mystique's little overview of the current situation. Someone captive, something or another at an old house. But beyond that, she didn't catch anything else.

Her eyes darted to the camera and box that controlled the gates. "Maybe I'll take a stroll inside, if they won't mind."

Looking up at the high gates, she began to climb clumsily, her skirt weighing her down. The protection system began to activate as she scaled the main gates, and she hopped down, hiding behind a wall.

"Back enterance?" She licked her dark lips and began to dash to the back of the mansion, jogging around the forboding wall. It seemed mysterious, but peaceful.

Climbing the wall proved difficult, but she scaled it nonetheless. Standing on top of it, she looked around, the systems activating again. Fear of death didn't strike her at all. Jumping down, she began to run through the yard towards the mansion.

"Ah!" She'd been hit. Falling to the ground, she writhed in pain, the lasers still shooting. Crouching and dragging herself, she clenched her fist and looked to the ground, and pulled her arm up.

The ground cracked, and a corpse followed her spread fingers on threadlike strands. A puppet. Her eyes were completely black as she whispered to it in a hollow voice, "You will take any hit for me!"

She ran and the corpse took hits, not feeling anything. Armless and with half the skull missing, the two bodies landed near a back door. She dismissed her puppet back to the soil, it doing it's job well. Her pounding arms reached up and wrenched the door open.

Sliding inside, her hands ripped the flowing skirt that had burdened her so. The leg was bleeding profusely and showed no sign of stopping.

But she was in! Laying down, her eyes took in their new surroundings. "Heh, Danger Room. Cerebro. Nice joint they got here." Slowly picking herself up, she edged towards the Danger room, pressing the button for the doors to open.

She fluffed her tattered skirt, leaning on her good leg, smiling wickedly. "My name is Samara," she said. Looking around, she realized what a good set up the X-Men had.

"And, if I may return your question with a question, who the heck are you?" She winced, her leg now dripping blood onto the floor. It was ignored as she stared into his eyes. Maybe she could befriend him, and pull the "Oh, didn't I tell you I'm your enemy?". It had worked on people before. Her deep purple hair hung in a sheet down her back, matted from battle.