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They both were swinging so high. "Okay, now let's see who can land on their feet. And no using any powers." She took a big swing and went flying through the air. She did a flip and landed on her feet. "Ta-da!" she said. "Now your turn."

Sonya helped him up. "I guess not," she giggled. "Ah, look at the cute couple." They turned around. Five guys walked up to them. From their appearance they seemed to be part of a gang. "So how about you come with me sweetlips," said one of the members. Markus stood infront of Sonya. "Step away or else," he said. One of the members grabbed Sonya from behind Markus. "Such a cutie." Three grabbed onto Markus and one pulled a knife. "Leave us alone!" screamed Sonya. Then without warning, she accidently shocked the guy who was holding her. He fell on the ground. "Opps," she said. "A mutant!" shouted one of the guys.

"I'm sorry...but that's not the answer we were looking for..." Markus said flatly. "The correct answer is two mutants..." With that Markus sprouted a pair of 8 inch claws were his hands were the three holding him let him go and jumped back about a foot. "And you've just upset my girl friend...which irritates me to no end...and I do very bad things when I get irritated." The guys looked at each other than to Markus's claws. "Tell ya what...you've less then ten seconds to pick your buddy off the ground and beat it...and maybe I'll let this slide." He was hoping to intimidate them to the point were they would just leave them alone. He stepped over by Sonya as a precaution one hand loosing the claws he took her arm and started to lead her away from the group who appeared to be debating weather or not to call Markus's bluff.

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"Whatever," Penance said and rolled her eyes to Cathy's snide remark as Jacen clicked the door shut with his foot. Jacen plopped her down on the bed and Penance reminded herself with how comfortable the feeling of home actually was. Sitting on the edge, she started to unlace her boots and stretch her feet.

"I hope Regina doesn't mind you being here if she doesn't end up at Porter's... I do need to get my own room one of these days for... reasons," Penance dug out some pajamas from her drawer as Jacen sat down on the bed and removed his own shoes. He leaned over and unfastened her necklace and the hooks on the back of the corset that she never could reach. They knew each other way too well even after a long hiatus.

"Thanks," She said and changed in her pajamas. Before she got her top on, Jacen traced her through-and-through scar on her abdomine, the only one she had. Rage's scar that wouldn't heal. Her body flinched slightly out of natural reaction. He frowned a bit, "Still there."

"Yea, I don't know why" she said quietly and then changed the subject, "I need my own room. I like clothes optional sleeping. Regina doesn't appreciate that too much."

Jacen shook his head, "When we were on the road, I think you were the least clothed person I've ever met."

Penance smiled and flopped back onto the bed before rolling under the covers, "You weren't complaining. I could live on a nude beach and be happy."

"You sleeping in tomorrow?" He asked and curled up next to her, "Need me to get you up?"

Penance yawned not realizing how tired she really was until then, "No, do what you need to do. I have a few things to take care of eventually. No obligations other than that... today, well, this evening was fun. I almost forgot fun."

Eventually she faded into sleep.

Both girls grew fast tired of the little patience game. Since Freya didn't want to break out in fear of losing important information, she took out a marker and grinned at Wanda.

"Well I did said I wouldn't run away but I never said that we had to be angels either."

Wanda raised her eyebrow and watched the blond writing things about random people living in the mansion. She noticed the names were the ones who were present at Sasha's delivery so probably those who yelled at her. "What are you doing?" she asked as she rolled her eyes. "You think that writing stuff on the cell wall will make them angry?"

"Since they were all angry at me for not telling them everything the spirits tell me, I thought they would be happy to see me writing out their deepest secrets somewhere their enemies will eventually end up."

"So...all of this is true?" asked the goth as she was reading something about Pietro.

"Yuuup," answered the blond, writing something about Cathy.

"And, of course, this is not childish."

Freya stopped in middle of a sentence and turned to Wanda. "Just because I sometimes act more than my age doesn't mean I can't act like any normal human being. You know," she said, turning back to her sentence, "just like everything I can feel anger and have the urge to be vengeful. I just learned to express my negative feelings in a different way."

She even find the guts to explain her immaturity with maturity. What a strange girl...

She heard the door of the block opened but instead of seeing Emma Frost, her brother was standing in front of their cell. She blinked. "Pietro? What are you doing here? You want to make fun of me?" Her fists were closed, ready to break out and kick her brother's behind.

"Alas, the actions of a noble tragic hero are never appreciated," Pietro said with mock angst as he inserted the key into the cell block, unlocking the door. "So does anyone else think it's incredibly creepy to find a school with a cell block? I get these horrible images of Emma Frost in bondage gear sending people down here and doing all kinds of horrible things to them."

Freya and Wanda both looked at Pietro oddly, first that he wasn't insulting them, and secondly as they were forced to process the same terrifying image in their minds.

"Ahem... this is me rescuing you," Pietro explained. "McCoy was being a d**k and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of unloading some bullshit punishment on you both."

He began to turn, but noticed what he thought was his name with a few other words written underneath it behind Freya. Instantly, the letters were burned off the wall, as if someone had hastily erased them. However, with all the drama of the previous day, he wasn't going to question it. He was just glad that things were relatively calmed down at this point.

"Well... let's go. I'll order a pizza or something," he said.

((McCoy is up for grabs, I think.))
Wisps of smokes rise into the air of the main hall. Kris had de-armored after deciding there was no obvious theat. Now, resting on the stairs, a cigarette in his mouth, he reflects on his arrival. Mostly, uneventful. THe peope he had met were from two different walks of life, the bitchy woman (emma.) and Dr. McCoy. Diveristy is important in a group, it makes things interesting, and if this group is anything, it's diverse. Sighing, smoke escaping from between his lips, he remembers the reason for coming here, and his self-doubts fade away, replaced by motivational inspiration, which will probably be replaced by obnoxious self-rightiousness. It's all part of the natural cycle. ((Fights urge to make his RP character known to the others by using NPCs....and succeds, for now.))

Jacen.

"....What...?," he said groggily as his face was smashed into his pillow.

This is your 8:30 wake up call.

".....Go away."

Mr. Daniels, get out of bed before I force you to your training session.

"..........." Without trying to wake up Penance, Jacen was quick to get moving out of bed this morning. "You know...a little courtesy never hurt anyone."

I'll ignore that for now. Get to the Danger Room anytime before 9, Mr. Daniels.

"Talking to...?," Evelyn said as she rolled over, obviously awakened.

"....Our OTHER erstwhile headmaster here, Ms. Frost," Jacen said as he slipped on his shoes before pulling his shirt over his head. "Hey, I'll catch up with you later. I gotta run." As he said that, he leaned back and gave her a proper good morning kiss, then got up for the door. And indeed, he did need to run. With a wave, he had closed the door behind him, and ran quietly down to his room. He still had a room in the same wing as most of the younger students, he didn't know why. He'd been offered a relatively bigger room a few times, but he respectfully declined it every time.

After half running/half tripping up and down a few halls, Jacen found that when he actually got his eyes to focus clearly, he was in his room. Cursing the fact that he'd only a few minutes to spare, Jacen grabbed his uniform from the corner of his bed, and hurried out the door.
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"Sir," Emma said tapping her foot in annoyance as Jacen walked through the Danger Room door, garbed in his uniform.

"What? How late am I? Two? Three seconds?," he asked as he looked a bit agitated by the attitude he was given.

"Actually, 34.29 seconds."

"Uh. Ok. Well. What did you call me down here for, if the others are still working their respective ways here?," Jacen inquired as Emma didn't answer him right away.

"I was wanting to inform you that as of this afternoon (if it's at all possible in the RP time?) you are going to be the assistant of McCoy," Emma said in a hush.

"Cover?," Jacen asked, "Can't be that. What is it? Why do you want me to be his assistant?"

"Because you're a fast learner. With what I've taught you before, and with what you learned while under Magento's training, his tutelage will be nothing but beneficial for you," Emma said as she started to head out of the Danger Room, "But until then..Computer! Run Sentinel Attack, NYC."

"You've got to be kidding me....," Jacen said as he watched the metal room around him turn into the same marred battlefield he once walked upon. How many times had he run this scenario? Fifty.....maybe sixty dozen times? Everytime it was the same. Failure. Was there a new wrinkle this time? Jacen wouldn't know until it started to unfold again, and all it took was a few moments, and the ground shook beneath his feet.