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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:37 pm
"Ya'll Never Stop...
You keep me on My Job....
And they be trying to Copy and Paste Me...
Copy and Paste Me" "I'm on....
And I be in my zone...
And they be trying to Copy and Paste me...
Copy and Paste Me..." "Copy and Paste me"
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Marcel Porter
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀   Marcel walked around the school. He had some free time from his current schedule. His thoughts were of the events that occurred some time ago. He was in the mall when all of it went down just as well as every other student in the school was, with the exception of the new ones that arrived. It probably was more of a shocker for him that time because like the others who arrived, he was new on the scene. He did manage to save Elliot's life and stop two hotheads from doing anything further. That was a high from the outcome of that mall. In the end, some of the other members managed to prevent a major meltdown from happening, but they couldn't save everyone. What was being good getting anyone these days? If anything, it was making people throw things and throw angry protests at everyone that had powers. Now didn't seem like a bad idea to learn how to control his powers and flood the entire world and save all mutants. That was a thought, but he wasn't that ill-minded. Instead, he had other things to worry about. One of them being this event they called the prom. Forgive him for being in the underground for too long with his overprotective father trying to keep them both safe from some mad man. He checked his phone, browsing on USA Today. That was how he kept up with the current times these days when he wasn't looking at the television or catching up with the current things people did these days other than hunt and fight as if you are fighting for your life. The recent news was about the Registration Act of course. He wouldn't even register himself for that. He just got some kind of freedom from Mr. Sinister, but then again the school was a beacon for him and his weird ways to come to. He heard about the things he tried to do to Jean and Cyclops.
Long story short, he just managed to get out of the dark ages and now they were talking about some Act that mutants had to go through. It was then got the announcement from Emma. She didn't have to tell him twice about that. Just the thought of what they could do. Monitoring, close surveillance. That seemed like a lot of crap to him. This was all from the man they saved too. Marcel thought they should have killed him a long time ago and spared them of their problem, but oh no. They had to be the good guys and spare him. If anything, this act just signed the declaration of war and all humans would perish from it. This is why he didn't like it when idiots ran the government. They had one wackjob in Texas, Rick Perry. Why have more? If you need to kill someone to save thousands, why not just do it?Now he thought about the prom once more. How did this all go about again? He needed answers. He was going to ask people about that. Who better than the team members that arrived on the scene when he had? With that, he walked down the hall to the Music room. They stayed in there more than anything else to say the least. Maybe they should have been called the Siren Corps. where they specialized in singing their enemies to death or lulling them to sleep. He walked in the room to see other Alphas. With that, he wasted not time getting to the point although it came out rather timidly. "If I may implore to ask, what is the Prom?" He was waiting for the laughter. They may have thought he was joking around, but with the very confused look on his face, it would be known he really hadn't the slightest clue as to what the Prom really was. "Copy, Paste.
Copy, copy, paste"
"They be trying to Copy and Paste me"
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Team: Alpha
Code Name: Tsunami
Location: Music Room
Ability: Hydrokinesis
Thoughts: Enough of the recent past, what is this Prom everyone is talking about?
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 5:41 am
╰☆╮ Name: Katarina Force ╰☆╮ Alias: Kali ╰☆╮ Team: Alpha, Apparently.╰☆╮ Ability: Shape Shifter ╰☆╮ Location: Academy: Weight Room ╰☆╮
"Let me believe it's not me. Not my eyes, that you see. I've only just begun... I can be anyone." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬  Katarina spent the first few weeks of her time at the Academy, locked in medical containment… Sleeping off massive doses of radiation poisoning and a nigh cracked skull. She’d thought for several days after waking that H.Y.D.R.A had managed to re-capture her. The rate that she’d healed was incredible…And all of her gear was gone. Hair pins, earrings, jewelry… Anything that she could possibly use…The cell they had her in was standard size…But clearly high tech because of the force field that kept her inside, instead of bars that she could shift and easily slip through. She didn’t recall anything past shifting into a peregrine falcon… And suddenly waking up in a place that was unfamiliar and smelled of a hospital or a lab set her on edge.
The shifter refused to speak at first… Approached food with extreme caution…Often shifting to a creature with better than human senses, to check it for poison, or something that might set off her animal senses. A blue furred man, as well as a tall blond woman questioned her daily…Asking her of her intentions, her orders, her loyalties. It wasn’t until later that she realized that the blond woman was none other than Emma Frost. And last she’d checked, the former White Queen worked for the X-Men… Not the hellfire club, nor H.Y.D.R.A…
From that point forward, it was easy to deduce where she was—And what had likely happened. The only way she would have ended up in the Xavier Compound was if the failed experiment X-20 had brought her there.
After a point, she simply remained silent to spite those that visited her…Unwilling to make things easy for them because she hated to be caged more than anything. Katarina would rather be beaten on a regular basis, than be holed up in the small cell. But her stubbornness didn’t matter, because there were enough telepaths in the school that it was only a matter of time… They seemed to use their ability on her as a last resort… Something she found odd. Such reluctance was an incredible weakness.
But eventually they pulled her secrets from her mind, slowly, the way poison was drawn from a wound… She had the impression that they thought they were being kind. There was no kindness when one’s mind was being invaded… Only the prolonging of the torture. They left her to her own devices again, for several days… And eventually Emma Frost and Scott Summers decided that she was no threat.
They gave her choices. Options, that she didn’t really understand why they bothered… Why would they offer to take her in, shield her from the Contessa, and any other operative that was looking for her. Why would they offer her a place here? They sent her away with a red haired woman named Rachel, who seemed uncomfortable with the decision of her superiors. As if Katarina would attack her at any moment.
To her surprise, she found out that she was being given a tour…A dorm, a new codename, and a essentially a new life. They’d required nothing off her… Stating only that her desperate desire for freedom from H.Y.D.R.A. was enough to warrant her sanctuary…Scott Summers had looked at her, as if she were an abused child. As if he had experience, with the needy, the helpless… Did she look helpless?
Katarina thought not… But who was she to correct a potential enemy that seemed to think her a weak little girl that needed protecting. The Contessa had always called her Minx… But that was too suspicious now. She’d long since abandoned it, but she had yet to choose another moniker. Kali… It was short, and it seemed to fit. It was good enough as any… She’d found a stretchy black uniform in her dorm with blue accents. Apparently she’d been placed on some kind of student team. Just great.
She wasn’t planning on assimilating… She worked better alone. But neither Headmaster would have any of it.
Emma had threatened to put her in a chess club, if she didn’t say more than two words to her dorm mate.
Cruel woman Beast.
But Katarina knew ways around doing what professors and adults wanted her to. Often they thought so far in the box, and just outright expected students to listen to them that they never saw anything else coming…Escaping was out of the question, she’d tried—And a telepath had shut her down hard. For her own safety, they said… They didn’t want her leaving the campus, until the H.Y.D.R.A presence in the area dissipated.
Kat hated to inform them, but they’d be waiting a year past forever for the Contessa to give up. The woman would rather see her dead, than lose an asset and a skilled active to another team.
So… For a lack of anything better to do, and being completely out of her comfort zone… Kat spent the rest of her time as her namesake… A cat. Not the shining black panther she’d chosen at the mall incident… But small, house felines. Or today, for instance, she’d chosen a fluffy white kitten with crystalline blue eyes that seemed barely old enough to be away from it’s mother…Kittens were incredibly easy to distract. A shiny thing here, a ray of light there…A loose thread on the hem of someone’s pant leg. She was even fine with some of the younger students cooing at her and petting her… So long as they didn’t manhandle her little body.
She purred loud and proud, a little motor running in her tiny body when someone scratched her behind the ears…It simply felt too good not to. She let herself fall into the kitten instincts…Playful and lazy, wasted her days. Sleeping in the sun coming through the window… No one questioned how the kitten ended up in the strangest places… Few individuals actually realized she was a mutant, and not someone’s pet that they’d snuck in…Though she was sure some suspected.
Katarina followed behind a boy that had one of his headphones dangling out of his pocket, playful paws batting at it joyously as he walked into the Weight Room… Eventually she snagged, and he finally noticed her. She circled around his legs…Of course, not trying to trip him, she would never do that…She was just looking for something new to play with.
“Hey—Where’d you come from?”
But just as soon as she heard the question, a familiar scent made her kittenish nose tickle—And she sneezed… Landing right on her kitty bum. The boy that she’d followed laughed at her, and moved to pet her… She allowed it, the soft touch to her head mollifying her human embarrassment long enough for her to start purring again… Only to dart towards the familiar smell when he stopped.
She didn’t realize that the boy she’d been following left the room in a hurry, once he realized who occupied it.
She padded around the weight bench, looking for the face of the scent… Having an idea, but too far entrenched in the instincts of the kitten to truly focus on anything direct. She pawed at the individuals cloth covered ankle, brushing her flank against him as she mewled softly…
From her vantage point, she had the common sense to note that the student exercising here sure could lift a great deal. And With no spotter…Either confident, or stupid. He seemed to ignore her, and Kitten-Kali couldn’t have that. Scrambling some, she managed to find her way up the weight bench—Small claws finding purchase in the leather of the seat.
Upon getting a higher vantage point, the students name clicked in her head—Causing her to sit down for a moment as her human mind came to the surface…Pushing the cat instincts down for the time being. The familiar scent, had been X-20…Or Veritas, as she had discovered he was now codenamed. Seeming to contemplate the merits of continuing to pester him, she decided that it was well worth it—And walked along the bench, hoping over his leg—Her kitten self not minding a little sweat as she walked up his torso.
She mewled, her claws kneading softly into his abdomen the way a kitten would to its mother—Trying to get his attention… She wondered if his sense of smell had already revealed her. It was probable… But other shifters had told her that she often smelled like the animal she became, at first…Until they got used to the initial scent… Her own was layered underneath it, like a light perfume. But other shifters, were also not as skilled as the Hostile Project X-20 that she now… Stood on.
It amused her to no end.
She sat down, small tail wrapping around her paws as she stared, blue eyes incredibly human… Too intelligent, for a cat. If her scent didn’t blow her cover, her eyes would—She was sure of it.
✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ (Oodles Of Chickens:.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:47 am
Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omega
Location: Halls to Garden
Current: Meet and Greet
When he left the doorway of the music room, Christian passed by a couple of the members of the Alphas, most notably his roommate Marcel. The Northwesterner hadn’t really taken much time to speak with the guy, not that he was in a particularly friendly mood much anymore. If anything, Christian hoped his roomie enjoyed the solitude while the Omega was recouping in the infirmary.
The only thing that really bothered him about this whole debacle was the fact that he was angry about any little thing anymore. Christian never had it in him to be this downright deplorable, and it unnerved him. Part of him thought it may have been the brush with Death that really shook him to the core, which it did, but he wasn’t alien to having brushes. But this wasn’t just a brush. This was a full-on embrace, a bearhug that he had and it scared him. He knew if he had bit it then, he’d had let everyone down; his family, his friends, maybe even the entire Institute. But he survived… somehow he survived.
Walking slowly around through the halls again, his hands thrust into his jeans pockets, Christian kept thinking about one other thing while trying to not appear so downright miserable. The fact that the MRA was passed so swiftly unnerved him slightly and what was even more unnerving was the fourteen day grace period given for any and all mutants to register. Fourteen days to either surrender any and all God given rights up to the government or to go into outright hiding. Christian had an idea of what it was it would do about this nasty predicament. He would turn himself in if he had to, especially if it meant keeping whatever federales away from his family back home. He would never forgive himself if anything were to befall his parents and sister just because he was a mutant.
His thoughts waned and wavered again from trouble to trouble when he saw a somewhat familiar redhead walking through the halls. Christian had no trouble distinguishing Daylia from the crowd. Again, he hadn’t talked with her much, but he couldn’t help but to be impressed with the young woman. She’d held her own during the mall riots and that impressed him… not that it was a big deal if he had a favorable opinion of her skill or abilities. “Hey, how’s it goin’, Daylia?,” Christian said as he passed by the shorter girl. He somewhat hoped she wasn’t taken aback by him being on his feet and already meandering the halls himself, but it had been a month since it had all happened. Doing his best to shake his anger away, he turned his head and looked back at his Omega teammate and offered a small grin combined with a wave, hoping to show her that he was alright, at least superficially. No one needed to know what was really troubling him at all.
After passing by Daylia, his not-so-friendly expression returned while walking further around the halls. It was like he was walking in a perpetual loop for no other reason than to just stretch his legs. He had honestly been cooped up so damn long in the Institute, more specifically the infirmary, he was starting to develop a major case of cabin fever. No small feat for one who was perpetually outdoors and enjoying whatever weather would hit be it rain, sun or snow. That was when he took a turn down a random hall when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.
When he passed by a random window, he honestly thought he saw someone dancing outside in the gardens which caused him to double back and take another gander. This time however, it seemed there was another person accompanying the dancing redhead. Christian didn’t rightly know the two unrecognizable faces (Quinn and Aria), and decided that even in his funk, he could do what he could to hopefully give them something he never really had when he first showed up; a warm and friendly greeting. Besides, it gave him an excuse to step outside and get some well deserved fresh air.
The few steps it took him to walk to the door that led outside gave Christian enough time to try and erase whatever anger and self-loathing that was marking his expressions. He knew that it was infinitely better for him to have a friendly demeanor rather than an angry one. As he closed the door behind him and began to head his way to where the two girls were conversing, their words began to filter through to his ears. Whatever conversation they were having was a pleasant one. The curse of him being taught to keep his eyes and ears open told him that the two were at least friendly with one another. And he hated that sometimes it seemed he was eavesdropping when that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Christian was roughly seven feet away from the pair when he let a small, welcoming grin fall upon his features, hoping to show he was a somewhat friendly soul. “Howdy,,” the Omega had said in greeting to both Quinn and Aria. “Don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meetin’. My name’s Christian.” As he let the words fall forth, he had taken a few steps closer to the pair. Without a second thought, he removed his hands from his jeans pockets and extended the right out in a formal salutation. It was without saying that he was doing his best to be as friendly as he could be right now. Yes, he had his own demons to wrestle with, but that was just it. They were his demons and, barring his blowup at his former instructor, they were no one else’s.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:52 am
 -----------------¦Team: Omega-----------------¦Location: Gardens -----------------¦Thoughts: Words probably aren't my forte. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀  ---------------------¦There was something about watching someone dance that made it seem a lot different than actually dancing yourself. It was more mesmerizing, so much easier to see how much of an art form it truly was. The body could be as beautiful as any color or shape in the entire world and movement was a whole different form of expression. Of course, living such an expression was a thrill all on it's own. It was something you could actually feel, it was like expressing one's emotions to the fullest extent. But, no matter which side of the wall she was on - dancing or simply watching someone dance, Quinn could never shake the feeling of awe that always came upon her. And, dance was even more beautiful when she was able to watch a friend do it.
So, even as Aria continued on with her performance, Quinn was glad she didn't notice her right away. Well, at least it took more than a few moments.
Quinn's eyes, that had been slightly out of focus as they got caught up in her admiration, would suddenly light up at the shout that had erupted from her friend. Instinctively, she'd bounce up on her toes, letting excitement spill from her core as Aria had so gracefully flung herself across the yard to embrace her. Naturally, the ever-so-short-in-comparison Quinn would return the hug happily, a wide grin spreading across her face. She'd chuckle softly as she squeezed her arms around the girl like she hadn't a worry in the world. Aria's own excitement bubbled up in a pink hue around her body, as if it wasn't evident in her voice already. When Quinn pulled away from the hug though, she couldn't help but to keep smiling. Seeing Aria happy was practically contagious to her. Friends, as she learned, seemed to have that effect. In all actuality, it was quite nice since Quinn never had any friends prior to being at the Institute. Of course, there was her first dance instructor, but the woman had hardly been a friend, just someone that didn't have such a bad outlook on mutants. Then again, people who thought as such ought to be considered a friend..
Aria's words would snap her back to reality, especially when she mentioned being part of the Omegas now as well. Quinn hadn't told her of the very similar promotion she received so she bit the inside of her cheek until the girl began to mention getting a hint dropped from Emma, "Actually.." Quinn rocked back on her heels slightly, hands moving to press against each other in front of her torso, "My news is exactly the same as yours."
Quinn's liquid grey eyes would shine, "I got placed on the Omega team as well." She replayed the conversation she'd had with Emma and Scott in her head over and over again. She'd done so all morning and the night previous. Sometimes, it seemed a little too hard to believe, but the prospect of becoming useful to someone was more endearing than she imagined. Her life would be given a purpose, a meaning - at least that's what she hoped for. On a less serious note, she'd go stir crazy if she stayed here her entire life, spending all her time in leisure. But, this purpose would be no cake walk. Times were hard, there was inequality and she was part of the minority. Things were going to change though, for better or for worse. Especially in the next fourteen days.
Movement would catch the corner of her eye, causing the attention she had on Aria and her own thoughts to shift to what had distracted her. There were many unfamiliar faces within the Academy, even more so now that she'd be starting off with a group of mostly new people. But, seeing Christian's smiling face despite the unfamiliarity was nice. It was even nicer when he introduced himself, it made starting off this new life that much easier.
Quinn allowed the grin that had been on her face to remain as Christian had approached the two girls. She had to keep up with whatever practice she was giving herself to become less apprehensive around others. Unfortunately, she had a knack for keeping a fair distance from the people around her. Opening up to Aria had even taken some major adjustments on her part, but Quinn had to remind herself of the baby steps. Some progress was better than no progress, after all, "Hey there, Christian," the dark haired girl lifted her hand in a small and quick wave, "I'm Quinn." When he held his own hand out for a shake, she did her absolute best not to hesitate when she reciprocated the gesture. Quinn would take a gentle grasp on his hand in return, as if a softer touch had less of a chance of hurting him, "It's nice to meet you."
At that, Quinn mentally kicked herself. She was finally starting to meet new people and she could only muster the most horrendously plain introduction in the entire world. Smooth. ¦ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:03 pm
Hearing only one true noteOn the one and only soundxxxxxxxx
Unzip my body
xxxxxxxx Take my heart out Cause I need a beat to give this tune… Aria Kuitery
Code Name: Ki Where Am I?: Garden.  Aria grabbed Quinn's hand and started dancing around as she heard the news. "We'll be team mates!" Her smile couldn't grow any bigger. "That's great! That means neither of us will have to deal with this alone!" She had stopped dancing as she spoke and her face showed a small deal of seriousness, "I mean, we're Junior X-Men. We have to stick together."
She smiled again and something came up from the back of her mind. "Do you know what room you're getting changed to? I mean, we're being moved to different rooms now that we're Junior X-Men, we should be told what rooms will be our new homes soon..." She was hoping she would room with someone who wasn't upset by her early mornings, but she doubted it. Her current room mate was barely ever in the room, even to sleep she would stay out. That girl had way too many friends.
A perfect room mate would be Quinn. They already knew each other and neither would be too nosy or anything. They both knew when the other needed to be alone, and they would probably just spend most nights dancing around the room to some song, with one or both of them singing along. It would be a fun night on the regular.
She mentally shrugged her thoughts off as a new person came towards them. She listened to him talk and smiled. She let Quinn talk first, and when she was done she greeted Christian with a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Christian, my name is Aria." She had to think about if she had seen him before and she wracked her brain for a few moments. "You're... a Junior X-man aren't you? I think I've seen you before." She shrugged, not entirely sure. At least he gave off the feeling of one. Her aura sparked up once again as she thought, making her give off a pink hued glow. Since she was still touching Quinn it caused her aura to reveal itself also, giving her a glow of her own Auric colour. Aria noticed it and smiled, "Sorry, my Aura can sometimes cause other's to act up if I'm touching them, kinda like a spark to fuel the fire." She pulled her hand away and shrugged. Every living thing had an Aura, even plants. Sure, they weren't as bright or big as her own Aura (or any human Aura) but it was there, a sign of life.
She turned her attention back to the man who was now standing in front of them, taking in his appearance to try and make sure she wouldn't forget his name. "So what brings you out here, Christian?"
Objectable Obelisk Concurs: I left you to be able to choose your own Aura color razz Oh the body swayed to musicHearing only one root note xxxxxxxx
Planted firmly on the ground
xxxxxxxx Undo my heart, unzip my body and Lend to my ear a clear and a deafening sound
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:40 pm
"There is a war coming, are you sure you're on the right side?"
Name: You may call me Mother Nature
Location: Dorm, then onto the lounge Snarky Remark: Must be in the right place,
Cyclops still has a ten foot pole snugly positioned up his rear end and
Emma still dresses like she's shopping in the kiddie section of the department store. ╘════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╛
 Farren kicked open her designated room door with a resonating 'crash' and it pleased her that the hanging pictures on the wall shook in her wake. Just as Emma, that foul, deceitful, libido driven woman, had said, an unclaimed bed sat beside one of the large windows. The other bed in the room was done up, but it seemed as if the owner of it hadn't had the room for long, the calm cleanliness of vacancy still hovered in the air.
Not for much longer, Farren vowed. It didn't matter to her the Headmistress had no recollection of her; the floramancer's abundance of memories and the psychic footprints belonging to the telepath herself had convinced the much older woman Farren wasn't lying, nor her mind altered when she had been interrogated (for there was no other word for it). However, it did sting far more than Farren would like to admit when Summers himself didn't remember her. After all she had been a member of the crime fighting team for years.
Farren had to inform Scott and Emma the fact the war in Limbo had finally ended, shortly after Belasco's mysterious Regina had disappeared. Magick had finally given the young woman leave to return home, to the Academy, to the X-Men. She had thought when word of the crime fighters being in Limbo reached her at the Tolaria outpost, they were coming to help end the fighting. When, in reality, she explained, they only made it worse. After their interference in regards to Belasco's mistress, the blood baths began. There was no order to the slaughters, no mercy to those foolish enough to surrender. But somehow the good guys had come out on top once again, and that meant Farren was free of her commitment to Illyana.
Now she was here, to squash the growing resistance the homo-sapiens presented towards the mutants. She was here to prevent Kellen's universe from becoming her reality. Originally, Farren's first step towards that would be by preventing the passing of the MRA any means possible. But she had arrived too late for that, mere hours. When Scott had informed the floramancer of that fact, it took all her will not to strangle him, and instead, settled for slamming her clenched fists onto the table (creating to nicely sized dents into the wood she had to admit).
How could they possibly allowed that foolish law to have passed?! Farren screamed in her mind, startling Emma at the backslash."Surely you saw the signs! Saw what has going to happen. Why didn't you stop it? Stop them from outlawing my, our existence!" After her outburst, Emma explained how they couldn't let her leave the mansion, it wasn't safe for obvious mutants to be out in the open, and Farren's skin tone made it very obvious. The green haired woman had scoffed at the telepath's warning, her attempt at concern over Farren's well-being. She was Mother Nature, let the foolish humans try to bring her down. She was ready to unleash the full wrath of Earth upon the pathetic meat-sacks. She didn't verbalize that, but she was sure the Heads could figure out her attitude towards the whole affair.
So, under the pretense of 'for her own protection', Farren had been given a room (roommate included), an updated communicator (the one she had had was about five years outdated and on the wrong frequencies), and assigned to a team, Omega. She liked the name, it reminded her of her Apocalypse days, but she had never been partially to red, the designated color of that team, she had been informed.
Now that her place in the Institute had been rubber cemented, all she had was to wait until her "request to leave premises" was approved. She only had a single duffel bag of possessions, and most of the clothes within weren't exactly of this world. Until such permission had been given, Farren was stuck. So, in attempts to kill time, and find some of her old crew, Farren hit the hallways, discovering with a smile that there were directory markers at every fork-way.
She wondered how Teagan and Isabella were doing, if they were still here at the mansion. Pondering hard between a few viable options, Farren finally decided her best bet to finding the latter would be in the music room. That determined, she turned down the opposite hall, towards the lounge. There would be time enough for reunions later, first she needed to be brought up to speed on the details regarding the current Administration and the MRA. Hopefully there wouldn't be any more nasty surprises for the floramancer before she was able to lay down her roots again."At least I've chosen a side." Academy X: Our professors are just a bunch of mules.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:15 pm
Omega, Location: Hallways/Lounge
Well, so much for that...
Roland had waited for a few moments, realizing that perhaps Leo was either a) not there, and had imagined the whole thing, or b) he wasn't going to answer the door. And with that he made the conscious decision to make his way around the campus, likely making his way to the lounge. The MRA seemed to be putting people on edge, inside and out of the Institute. No one in the facility was allowed to leave for reasons of their own safety. Considering Roland's own personal history, you'd think that they would allow him to be able to take care of himself out on the streets. It wasn't to say that he was being over confident, he was making note of a fact. If Roland landed himself into a situation, he could handle it. Though to have means to prevent immediate problems could be solved by different colored contact lenses. He'd likely talk to Forge about that, hopefully find a way to counteract the glow. That was always a problem with his eyes, they gave him away not just because of the color, but because of the fact that they glowed with his emotions.
Carrying his plate with the apples, he plucked an apple slice and dipped it quickly into the maple sugar. Taking a small bite into it, he let the crystallized maple syrup dance along his tongue, enjoying the combination of apple and maple sugar swim around in his mouth. It was a new addiction for him, something that he will likely enjoy for a while, especially because they were in upstate New York. He could get his hands on this much easier here than anywhere else.
After some meandering, even passing around the music room to hear the delightful music of Isabella as she serenaded the room. If he wasn't mistaken, he could hear sadness in her music. Music is said to be part of the soul, but frankly he could hear the pain in her heart. He didn't look intently, but he could see what appeared to be multiple Alphas in the room. He walked away, realizing that his lack of musical ability was kind of depressing to him, and decided to head to the lounge.
Making his way to the lounge, he took note of the plethora of his fellow Omegas in the room. Orchid seemed to be sketching, a talent he didn't really peg her for. Considering his first initial analysis of her being a b***h on wheels, he really didn't note her for an artistic type. Narcissa seemed to be enjoying the company of Aren, and Jacen appeared to be entertaining Orchid. All was well, but someone happened to catch his eye.
Young Aurelie, sitting off by her lonesome. Finishing off the last bit of his latest piece of apple, he located himself in a seat beside the young blonde. Roland had wanted to check and see how she was after she had awoken, and frankly he'd at the very least like to get to know her a bit better.
"Aurelie, how are you feeling?" he asked her, his scarred face offering a small smile towards her. While he wasn't the type to give people much more than a grin, he usually offered them something more in his eyes. And with her, he let out a bit of a warmth as he looked upon her golden hair and sapphire orbs. That was one thing about him that was both a blessing and a curse, the eyes made him an honest man.
And sometimes they made him a bit too honest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 10:35 pm
OMEGA: Academy Weight room: So much for solitude.  It was true Gideon was pretty much a lone wolf. That aspect had been slowly changing over the years. But at current it was ever more present in the young mutant. Even though while being here he had learned there where some he could count on, though revolving door that was the institute that idea went back and forth. There was one in the institute who had previously always been there. Now they were wanting to stay away from him, even so his belief that they if he needed them would be there for him. Till things changed it was easier to be the lone wolf. He knew Kerrigan had gone by the weight room her scent identifying her to him easily. No matter the other artificial scents one used there was always a core unique scent to everyone. While they were not close nor ever really talked. None of that meant he disliked the red headed muscle mimic of the Omega's. No he actually had respect for her. That girl didn't just cow tow to someone. Nope out on the field she did what she needed and even had a nice leader streak in her. Not surprising why she gained the title of friend for Cissa and served as the unofficial second in command of the Omega's. On top of that the girl knew when someone wanted to be left alone. Back on the Alpha's he was sure many of them wouldn't of realized such a thing. That and Kerrigan was one who wouldn't be offended by him not acknowledging her presence at the time. He didn't change pace or stop for like sets of ten or twenty. No he kept going till he felt like stopping. Gideon had any advantage over a greater majority of the general populous of the school he didn't tire easily. Which also meant more often then not he wouldn't sleep at night without doing something to expend an incredible amount of energy. Another reason Gideon was glad to not have a roommate beyond some other reasons. Thus his current steady workout, it wasn't just training for him it was burning energy. A few people had come and gone from the room. Any that didn't immediately leave didn't hang around long. It was pretty amusing to Gideon he had never done anything to harm anyone directly at this school. Sure his presence is an intimidating one, and being known as Logan's clone didn't hurt that. It never bothered him nor will it, as it generally left him the solitude he wanted. Though it seemed Bella was the 'all clear it's safe' signal. As if she were around and they were not somewhere private, it seemed like to others he was an entirely different person. He was well aware of the boy that entered followed a tiny kitten. That's what his ears told him. It wasn't long the movement brought the scents to his nose. He wasn't actively using his sense of smell his hearing was the forefront. But that didn't mean it was useless. As the scents hit his nose it confirmed what his ears told him. It even told him more it told him the kitten wasn't a kitten. It didn't take long before the boy seemed to lose interest in the cat and brought him back to where he was. Then it was like a fire was lit under the boys as for as quick as the boy to changed his mind about working out in there. Gideon just kept going about his workout. What the others decided to do or not do simply because he was around didn't matter. He figured it was only a matter of time before she would bug him. Given how she acted back at the mall he expected her to leave the moment she was released from confinement. Then again even to her this was likely to be judged the safest place to be. Even a month later Hydra agents were likely still in the area hoping to find her. Though if any of them actually got a good look at Gideon when he did the reckless high speed luggage pick up, well then it's likely the Madame Hydra knew where she was. So it was probably a waiting to catch her away from here and alone. Add on top of it the Mutant Registration Act even if her powers made it easier to blend in it still just added one more trouble outside the walls for her. Sighing Gideon set the weight back on the the supports. It was clear that even after he ignored her needing she wasn't leaving. Nope she was just sitting on his chest staring at him. Grabbing the little kitten by the scruff he picked her up off of his chest. Turning around he set her on the high shelf in between two stacks of towels after grabbing one for himself. Gideon made sure to move far enough away she wouldn't try jumping onto him from the shelf. Sure he knew as a kitten there wasn't a nice way down from the 7 foot high shelf. The rack of weights beneath it wasn't the greatest thing to land on. But the girl was a shifter and a former pet of Madame Hydra she could find away down. "What do you want now Katarina?" Gideon had learned of her name since their initial encounter. Sure he knew she wasn't there to take him back. But she was still annoying seeming to take any chance to bug him. He was still surprised that since her stuff had been returned only receiving secondary radiation like his car from the pair Forge was easily able to get rid of it over the month. Forge mumbled in passing once he wished it would of been that easy to do the same for the mall and surrounding area.
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 10:58 pm
   The rest of the room was dotted with mostly Omegas – a team that had a lot of members with infamous reputations. (Not the least of which being their leader.) During her first day on the new teams, Scott had warned her that the little blond British girl – Narcissa -- was tenacious and often had a nasty attitude to anyone bearing the Alpha insignia on their uniform (which was better than what some had gotten.... absolutely no warning that she'd be exceedingly volatile if given half the chance.) And it was inevitably those people who wound up in trouble with her, and only aided in plucking the strings of tension between the teams until they threatened to snap. Luckily, the head Omega had looked distracted, and had left her well enough alone. As did the rest of them, for the most part. But with what was typically said of the Red and Black team, Kerri's remark about them staying out of trouble caused a minute amount of amusement to trickle into her expression. Her hope, Aurelie thought, was likely one to be in vain if there was any shred of truth to the rumors shrouding the Omega name.
Just as she trailed into the last chords of the sonata and relaxed from her playing position, Aurelie heard someone take a seat beside the piano. Her sapphire eyes searched the man's face, particularly his eyes as she gave a wary smile as a way of greeting. “A little less fragile.” She admitted quietly, with just a hint of humor trailing her voice. An index finger and a thumb found themselves just a breadth apart as she tried to emphasize just how much better she was feeling. “Thanks for asking.” It'd been a stupid move she'd pulled at the mall; she'd admitted that freely to Roland when he'd visited her in the infirmary. Before they had set the bomb off, Relie had surrounded it with her shields, knowing what the results of trying to contain it would be.
Some argued that it had saved lives... but while it had, many of those had died from the secondary bomb... and guilt trekked mercilessly through her when she thought about it. They'd suffered far more from getting sick and dying than they would have had she just let the fires take them.
Nervously, Aurelie pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth, nibbling it while searching for something more to say. He'd been sweet enough to visit her, check up on her when he was in the hospital ward. He was sweet enough that even now he chose to come talk with her, when his team mates were so close by. And as usual when the attention was on her, she'd fallen quiet. “I'm not sure I'm 100% yet, but Jean assures me that I'm well on my way.” To that, she shrugged, tossing a curtain of blond hair over her shoulder. “It'll take a little more convincing on my part to believe her though.”
Leaving the subject for now, Aurelie tilted her head, cerulean orbs focused on answering his gaze. “What about you? Now that everyone is out of the infirmary for now, what have you been doing to occupy your time?” The question was more to take the topic off of her and her turtle-slow process of recovery; it wasn't something she guessed would interest him for very long. But, people generally liked speaking about themselves, so it might be a bit easier to keep up with a conversation if she merely listened. A teasing smile painted her lips as she found exactly the question to ask. “Pick out your date to prom yet?” The telekinetic inquired, her interest piqued with mere curiosity.
At least for now, a subject was readily available, easy.
 Location: LoungexxxxxOOC:
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:16 am
Omega, Location: Lounge
Music, Apples, and Prom, an interesting day to say the least
Aurelie had answered with a small tinge of humor in her voice, noting that she was feeling better. Taking a quick scan, that statement appeared to be true. No discoloration of the skin, no signs of weakness in breathing, based on a simple observation he could at least say that she looked alright. Dr. Grey seemed to assure her that she would be 100% soon. Though with his observations, he noticed that mentally she wasn't exactly doing too well either. She thought it was a dumb move to do what she did, making shields in order to dampen the blast of the bomb. Roland couldn't say either way, he wasn't there at the time, and to make a judgement like that was not in his place. Fact is, she made a call, knew the risks behind it, and did it anyway. That was commendable in his eyes.
Her nervousness was evidenced by her lip biting, he liked that about her. She was a pretty girl who either didn't realize it or ever really cared. She was the type to get nervous and quiet around people, something Roland could appreciate. She didn't try to act cool and composed when she wasn't, she was just being herself. He liked the honesty, the sincerity, even if she didn't fully realize.
"No problem." he responded, acting calmly, looking at the plate in his hand he offered a slice, "Apple slice? There's maple sugar you can dip it in if you like. Frankly it's delicious."
"Well, my battlefield injury is all healed up. Just another scar on the tapestry I guess." he answered when she inquired about him. Roland had his wound cauterized and wrapped, immediately heading into the infirmary to help out with any of the injured he could. Dr. McCoy read him the riot act when he found out, fearing that Roland had gotten his wound infected or caused permanent damage to his shoulder. But as usual, Roland bounced back, a bit of healing power from Elixir and he was good to go.
"And with the infirmary empty, I just go about my business. I workout, cook, and do plenty of reading. I spend some time with Dr. McCoy in the medical labs, going over hypothetical injuries and diseases that could affect members of the Institute, it's pretty fun to do down there." he'd rather not share his practicing in the Danger Room with the Brotherhood, especially after he'd just gotten done working on a sim with Sabretooth. Not that he found her too innocent on the subject, he just didn't want people to know about it until he felt ready to share.
"Prom? Sheesh everyone's going bonkers over it. I've been asked by a few girls, and politely declined. I'm not much of a suit and tie type. Plus I barely know any students outside some of the Alphas and Omegas, feel a little weird going with a stranger." he answered honestly. It was a fun subject, prom. He'd never been to one, though he'd heard about it from Dom and his lackeys. They said it was a whole big gala for them when they were kids. Never really interested him much.
Though now, perhaps he'd at least stop by and check it out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:40 pm
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Team ↠ AlphaxxLocation ↠ Outside in the Gardens to the Kingdom of Nourishment. Eli was sitting in the garden, under a tree, reading up the latest science magazine that had come out. He was trying to find something cool, something that didn't involve the removal of the X-Gene. And it bothered him, because all the supposed inventions coming out were focused on such. All biology, nothing fun. Maybe he should start inventing things. Maybe things that could help the team?
Then suddenly he remembered, there was an Omega who wanted to do some kind of experimenting, or something, it slipped his mind. It was time to find this Omega.
Running inside, Eli dodged between a few of the students and ran inside. Maybe the kitchen? That's where he first met him. So Elli moved his way to the kingdom of nourishment, passing groups of girls and boys trying to figure out who was gonna go where for prom. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
And remember, the show still goes on. OOC ↠ simple, but effective I hope.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 4:42 pm
 Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omega
Location: Gardens
Current: What a coincidence, eh?As he was approaching the area both Quinn and Aria inhabited, Christian thought he overheard the utterance of the word ‘Omega’. Were these two going to be on the same team as he was? If so, then this encounter could be chalked up to more than a mere coincidence and more than a simple meet and greet. Especially if what he had heard was the truth and they were all going to serve under the same banner. Christian kept the smile upon his face when the smaller brunette reciprocated with a smile of her own followed by a handshake. He wasn’t ignorant to the fact that when Quinn grasped his own mitt, it was gentle… almost timid in a way. He couldn’t help but to wonder why, but it was an issue he would not press. “ Pleasure to meet ya, Quinn,” Christian said, his words a slow drawl as they fell from him. It seemed the more relaxed he was, the stronger and more pronounced his accent became. Releasing the handshake, Christian knew that because of Quinn’s name alone, he’d have no trouble remembering her. That and her demeanor reminded him slightly of an old friend… While making Quinn’s acquaintance , his eyes shifted over to the taller redhead who was wearing a beaming smile of her own. She deftly introduced herself as Aria moments after the previous introductions were finished. Again, based on name alone, it’d be hard to forget the lass. To his surprise though, her introduction shifted to a question when she inquired if he was a junior X-Man himself. “ Yessum,” Christian replied succinctly, “ Have been for a lil while now.” Aria was quick to point out that she may have seen Christian wandering around the Institute, which made him chuckle to himself. Maybe she had, even if he was doing his best to stay out of sight and out of mind while trying to recover from his injuries. During said introductions though, Christian was caught off-guard and blinked a couple of times when he saw a pinkish glow emanating around Aria. That was definitely odd, but he had seen a lot weirder in his time on the Omegas. Part of him was slightly curious if that was an energy he could absorb… but part of him thought better on trying at that particular time. Judging by how unready he was to use his weapon of choice earlier in the day made him wonder if he was even ready to try and take an energy blast from anyone at all. What Aria said about her own aura causing others to flare it, made him notice the glow around Quinn as well. “ Interesting gift ya got there,” Christian said to Aria before he was hit with another question from the redhead. It was a rather pointed question, at least that’s what it appeared to be in his mind, and he found himself having to think of an excuse on the fly. He only could really think of one reason why he was outside now, and it wasn’t an excuse in the slightest. “ Well, honestly,” he drawled out, his eyes shifting from Aria and Quinn, making sure to measure his words carefully. “I’ve been a lil… under the weather the past month or so. And there ain’t much usually that can keep me cooped up inside.” Christian knew better than to outright say he got straight up mauled by someone from the Brotherhood; there was no reason to give these two any trepidation, especially when it seemed they were just getting the call-up themselves. After he spoke though, he drew a deep breath into his lungs… before he had to exhale sharply. The expansion of his lungs pressed against his still tender ribcage, causing him some level of discomfort. Christian hoped in all honesty that the two females didn’t see him wince minutely… Deftly though, he shifted the conversation to what he had overheard when he approached the pair. “ Hate to seem like I’m pryin’ or been eavesdropin’,” Christian said as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “ But did y’all say you’re on the Omegas?” Again, a grin adorned his features as he waited patiently for a response or perhaps confirmation. If he did indeed hear correctly then he had assuredly given the two females an infinitely more pleasant introduction to a teammate than he had upon his own call-up.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 5:28 pm
Dorian Flyte
Noir
Den Area/Armory/Garage
Mood: Curious/Hopeful
So Far with his phone, Dorian downloaded six apps, and used them all of cyber sleuthing purposes. He was use to an office and a paper trail for connecting the dots, but here and now, he could only work with what he had and he wasn't going to draw in more people then he needed. His had snapped to the window, one could swear he was an Owl, as he looked and waved at Tara as she passed by. He was too focused on what he needed to do to let her get to him for the moment. Anything she did to try and rile him up, he wasn't gong to let get to him. Though atleast being around her was a change of pace. He couldn't say being around the other people here was a joy. In truth he felt sorely outta place. Then again he stayed outta the way, until he figured out exactly what he wanted to do here at the Academy.
After closing down his apps one of which was Angry Birds, He stood up and looked around. The whole Prom thing going around wasn't something he was interested in. He hardly knew anyone here, ever after the few months, and he was already through high school at this point. Participating meant someone was desperate, legitimately had some kind of crush on him, or his half-sister was playing games. Whatever was the case, his participation and presence is entirely up in the air. for all he cared he was going to work on his car all night. Speaking of which the deathtrap clunker held up pretty well to an explosion. Then again aside from the engine, a bomb wasn't going to do much to looks to his jalopy. Dorian turned on his heel and went down towards the elevators, gaining access to the sub basement. Out of paranoia and legitimate fear of his life, he went to the armory to pick up an article of his choice.
Getting to the steel Trekkie'esq door with the number pad he put in his assigned pin, and thumb print and was glad to see he had access to the room. He went straight down the rows of lockers until he found the one assigned to him and once again went through number punching process to open it. There was a whole lot of paraphernalia in there, some of which he tinkered and designed. What he was interested though was on the bottom shelf, held in a silken cloth half wrapped over it. He picked it up and examined the old Revolver that had belonged to his dad. He opened the cylinders to check them, closed it while it was empty and squeezed the trigger a few times. Prior to now he hadn't replaced an important spring, that caused it to jam from the cylinder not turning. He only fixed a day or so ago. He grabbed a single Harness for it along with speed loaders that he placed into a convenient harness pouch then loaded the fire arm before holster it. He closed the locker then saw himself out.
Dorian wasn't going to Alarm anyone topside by going out as he was. He stopped in the locker room, and went yet again to another assigned locker to get the leather like damage proof Jacket he was assigned. His own uniform was much more intricate, but he still had what he guessed was a standard X-suit composing pants and a jacket. All the better for him to go out like he is now. With the gun now covered and less noticeable, he headed up to the ground floor.
The Garage, was crowded, atleast with the amount of vehicles here. His was the only death trap certified car here for the moment. The beat down eighty four Mustang GTO, had seen way better days, But it was really a nice Camouflage. Dorian had only on the side undertook this car as a pet project. He had already finished rebuilding the Engine and transmission, getting it to run atleast for the day to day. Since it was running he had planned a slew of other things, like Engine performance modifications and such, but never got around to it. The Interior looked like a rats nest had its way with it, two seat belts were missing, the carpet needed to be replaced. This looked like something anyone would stay away from. The time would come though. Dorian opened up the Driver-side door and inserted his key then stepped on the clutch and let it come to life. Anyone who could hear the engine would be in utter disbelief that such an ugly car could sound like a racing monster. Just the way Dorian liked it for now. thinking about it at the moment he was sure he could do better with a bigger body.
Final Thoughts I'm in Love with my Car....
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:00 pm
уσυ cαη'т нι∂є уσυя ℓуιη' єуєѕ
αη∂ уσυя ѕмιℓє ιѕ α тнιη {∂ιѕgυιѕє}
ι тнσυgнт ву ησω уσυ'∂ яєαℓιzє
тнєяє αιη'т ησ ωαу тσ нι∂є уσυя ℓуιη єуєѕ.
ƈσđεŋąɱε: Flintlock ℓσƈąŧïσŋ: Jogging to courtyard to find the mysterious source of paper flowers. þσщεŗ: Molecular Mimicry. ŧɧσųɠɧŧş: Hmm? What's that paper there? Origami? Interesting. I'v got to check this out._________________ƬΣΔΜ ΔLƤHΔ_________________ Reggie nodded to Tara as she passed, swerving just slightly to avoid running into the woman. Although, her efforts were in vain for her fellow Alpha member had already jumped out of the way of her. Reggie continued on her jog, glancing back just briefly to see a face that still made her skin crawl. That man, Leonardo. It's been weeks, months, and she still didn't like him. She hand't bothered to speak to him, hadn't wanted to hear his side of the story. For Reggie, once an enemy, always an enemy. Or at least until they did or told her something remarkable enough to change her mind. Which rarely ever happened. She could still remember the way he'd chased her down, as if she were some wild animal. How could he do that to his own kind? She had asked him that, as she ran for her rather simple and uneventful life. She'd tripped and he'd cornered her. It had been one of the most frightening experiences of her life. To this day she still doesn't know how she got away. Truthfully, deep down in her sub-consciousness, she knows he let her go. But her rational mind just wouldn't let her believe that, and so she remained to loathe the man. With a frown she shook the thoughts off and glanced up towards the sky, seeing a small white flower floating down towards her. She stopped in her jog and watched it float, as if suspended by strings, down towards the ground. Curiosity peaked she walked over and knelt down, picking the delicate thing up in her sports roughened hands. She stood up straight and examined it, turning it this way and that, a tiny line forming between her eyebrows as she frowned. It's made of paper. What is this called again? Origami. She looked up again to see another flower floating away. She stood there for a moment debating, then decided to go investigate. She broke out into a jog again, holding the paper flower lightly in her hand as she jogged in the direction from whence it came. She headed up the hill, the onto the stone path and onto the courtyard. Raising her hand to shade her eyes from the sun, the molecule mimicker gazed around, searching for the source of the flowers. When she saw the short haired girl (Holly) folding up the paper, Reggie tilted her head slightly to the side, then trotted over, completely unabashed by her boldness and curiosity, "Whats that there? How do you do that? I'v seen origami in movies and books, but never could get my fingers to cooperate to do it myself." She was never very skillful with her hands. They were rather long fingered and awkward, and she swore that her knuckles got tangled in one another. Her sister used to insist that that wasn't possible, but Reggie always thought that's what happened. Only thing good she could do with her hands was play piano, but even that wasn't all that remarkable in this day and age. But this origami was interesting indeed. Reggie wanted to know more about it. And, usually, when she wanted to know, she went straight for it, didn't beat around the bush. This moment was a perfect example of that. му, σн му, уσυ ѕυяє кησω нσω тσ αяяαηgє тнιηgѕ уσυ ѕєт ιт υρ ѕσ [ωєℓℓ], ѕσ cαяєƒυℓℓуαιη'т ιт ƒυηηу нσω уσυя ηєω ℓιƒє ∂ι∂η'т cнαηgє тнιηgѕ уσυ'яє ѕтιℓℓ тнє ѕαмє σℓ∂ gιяℓ уσυ υѕє∂ тσ вє..
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:01 pm
I am temperamental
And I have imperfections
And I am emotional
I am unpredictable, I am naked
I am vulnerable, I am a woman Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Academy - Music Room
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: Nothing Give me something to sing about... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   She continued to play…Pouring out her frustrations through her music, rather than screaming at the top of her lungs like she truly wanted to. Isabella could often be in a room full of people...Talking, laughing, and smiling… When inwardly, she felt like an observer. As if those things were beyond her reach… A normal life. A future… Her mother would have told her that the man upstairs had a plan for all of them… But what about her plans? Her dreams? Was it selfish? Likely… But she couldn’t help but think of what might have been… If she’d never stepped up to lead a team in the first place.
But there was no changing that now…Her future was pre-destined, it seemed. Filled with violence, anger, and bloodshed.
Not exactly puppies and sunshine.
She’d heard people passing by…Coming and going…But she didn’t speak, unless they spoke to her. Even if she knew them. She was just in no mood at the moment, to plaster the fake, cheerful smile on her face right then… But she had to be herself. Or what everyone else thought she was. She was Bella. Nothing brought Bella down.
Nope, not even the heartless subjugation of their kind.
She paused in playing when Bianca spoke, flipping the switch that she’d been avoiding to turn on the cheer—The sweet, content person that she usually was. Usually it wasn’t a lie… She looked at the dark haired girl almost…Blankly, when she asked if it still hurt. Her mind blazed…Does what still hurt? Her fingers pressed to her shoulder…No.. That didn’t hurt anymore. Was she even talking about the wound? Or Gideon? The state of mutant affairs? Who knew… But the proper answer was clear. “Everyday.”
Isabella cast her usual, disarming, dazzling smile at Bianca… “I’ll be fine. Thanks for asking... This is a common area…. Stay, if you’d wish it. But I won’t be here much longer… I have to go help out the prom committee.”
“You’d be welcome to join me there…They could use an extra set of hands.”
That wasn’t a lie… They really could. The students weren’t used to organizing things like this—And being so hands on. Usually Emma and Scott had everything ordered… Or planned months in advance. But with all of the craziness going on… It was a wonder they were even having the prom. But it was the Academy’s attempt at keeping things normal.
Their attempt at letting their students think they really had lives ahead of them. Not just bleak despair and oppression.
She heard another set of footsteps…A bio-rhythm that she was getting good a recognizing, and she realized after a moment that it was Christian. His words carried to her easy enough and she shook her head as she drew a long note from the cello… She was starting to notice a trend with him… He rarely stayed around long enough to have an actual conversation about anything that had happened to him. He had to have some kind of…Damage about that. She knew that she did, though it was on the back burner for her… Perhaps it was just a man thing. To not want to admit that they were having problems…That coping, wasn’t as easy as they made it seem. ~Anytime…~
~Though, you didn’t have to run away… I didn’t help you sleep to punish you...Scouts honor.~
Her lips moved, but no sound came from them…They would travel to Christian’s ears as if she’d spoken right beside him. It was one of the first tricks she’d learned as the Mistress of Sound… And it had been one of the most handy over the years.
Two others came into the room, Varis and Tsukino, and Isabella smiled at them both… “Good afternoon…You’re both welcome to stay and play... I have to go in a little while...”
She kept playing throughout her conversations, easily able to multi-task. From the girl that couldn’t always chew gum and write at the same time, sound was something she could manipulate without trouble… Or even, thought. She willed it, and so it was.
If only the rest of her life worked that way.
Isabella stayed a little whole longer, having an impromptu jam session with Varis and Tsukino—Knowing that the conversation that Bianca had initiated, wouldn’t be able to happen in public. Isa could just barely hold herself together with one person in the room…Let alone three or more. But that was all right… She wasn’t sure she was ready to talk about those things regardless… So those that came into the music room?
Life savers. And not the candy kind.
Marcel came into the room moments later, and of course, the first question from his lips was about prom. Though of course, she hadn’t exactly expected that question. Her laugh came unexpectedly… It wasn’t mocking, or cruel… It was gentle, the sound of silver bells. Filled with infinite understanding. “It’s an excuse for the seniors and juniors to get together and have a good time in fancy clothing.”
“Traditionally most take a date with them… It’s prudent to get the girl…”, Bella paused, shaking her head as she corrected herself—Ever cautious not to be offensive or closed minded. “Or the guy you take with you a corsage or boutineer…Dinner will be catered and served at Frontier University this year due to social circumstances outside the Academy.”
Smiling delicately at Marcel, she unwound her bow as she stood up… It was her cue to start packing up and head upstairs. She placed the cello, rosin, and bow away in their proper places—Packing up her music and putting it in the folder on the shelf. Looking towards Varis and Tsukino, she nodded her auburn head—Casting them another smile. “Thanks for playing guys—We’ll have to do it again.”
“Any of you are welcome to help out with the prom if you want…Trust me, there’s always something to be done.”
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