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Mori through herself at the bed and sighed deaply as she reached her feet into the air and started her mp3,

"Fifty thousand tears I've cried... "She sang along alittle with the mp3 and smiled as all her troubles seemed to fly away, she got up from her bed and walked around the room still lissening to her mp3. She stoped by the window and opend it up wide as she breathed i the night air, she then sat down on the windosealing and let her feet dangle outside of the window,

"Going under... dont want you're hand this time, I'll save myself...." She sang out into the darkness and it wasnt that bad,

"Going under, drowning in you..... Im falling forever.... I got to break through, Im going under..."

Marius would turn around from the house and begin to walk back towards the street. He would look over towards Damion as he began to walk towards the house, a smirk grew on his face. well he looks like he cuts himself He would continue walking towards the street seeing ifit washim who lived here.

"Hmm....oh. Everyone here knows about them." Aaron said with a careless shrug as he popped a wintergreen altoid in his mouth. With a yawn he leaned back on the stairs and stretched out his long legs infront of him.

"That's not like him. He won't automatically read someones mind then punish them without warning. He'll ask you what happened and since Morgan was with you guys and he had to get ported to the infirmary then I guess that'll raise the professors suspicions then he'll ask. If it hadn't been for that he would have thought we had all gone clubbing. I think.." He was pretty sure that was how it worked. His first week he had gone out and unknowingly started a fight with one of the brotherhood females and got blasted by a hex like power through three school doors. He shuddered in remembrance. Xavier hadn't found out or if he did hadn't said anything.

"Well ladies, it's getting late and we all have school in the morning so I'm gonna go hit the sack." He stood up and waved to Victoria and patted Narcissa gently on the shoulder before going into the mansion and up to his room.

Damion was more than used to people resorting to their powers first thing's first. Lance was a prime example and he had gotten him angry just today. Considering all that he had went through today and the place they were both standing it was easy to attribute the wind to the guy in the doorway. He may not be one of Lance's freinds but my god if they didn't seem to share an attitude. He kept his voice the same calm pitch as ever, though he knew that pissed most people off more.

"Hey, moron I live here. And I sure as hell don't know you. So as far I'm concerned and I could be wrong but I have all the right in the world to be asking any question I want."

On most occasions Damion's strategy went like this: an insult; a retriet; an insult; a retriet. However, considering that the new kid did not know how long Damion had been here and was probably one of Mystique's ever growing horde he didn't plan on making the fact known. Besides, he might need him to fill out some of his own plans so that he would not have to go through the humiliation of refering to the other members for everything. (Though he thought Piedro and Toad might help him if they saw significant gain.)

"Look did Myst- Did Mrs. Darkholme send you or do you just tend to turn up places un-invited?"

He tried to cover up his mistake remembering Mrs. Darkholme's alteridentity.

"Night Aaron," said Victoria, as the winged boy made his exit, or rather entrance toward the X-Mansion. It was only then that she realized how dark it was outside. It must be pretty late, ten..eleven o-clock maybe, but Victoria was far from ready to turn in. Being a night owl and part-time insomniac herself, she'd be up for another few hours at least, even if they all had school tomorrow.

"We don't have a set bed-time around here, do we?" she asked. Propping herself up onto her elbows, she looked from Carlos to Narcissa curiously. She honestly didn't think they would seeing as they were the 'older' of the kids here, but she couldn't be too sure. This place had some weird qualities to it.

Damion ran his fingers through his hair. Well at least this guy was smart enough not to pick a fight on his first day. Though the more he thought about it that statement was a little bit contradictory.

"You will have to talk to Lance eventualy. He's supposed to be our leader... or something like that. But first things first, what's your policies on high jacking?"

Damion could not stop himself from smiling as he said it. THough even though he was speaking of an entirely different subject the ultimate payback plan had just popped into his head. Later he told himself.

((Of course I've read her Bio...I'm the freakin' Captain ^_^. Lance doesn't know why she's here however, so I'm trying to play along with that.))

"So," started Lance, staring down at the girl once again, "you want a place to stay. That right little girl?"

Lance's expression when from mildly annoyed to slightly confused within a two-second time-period. The seemed to want a place to stay, and there was really no harm in letting her, but she was the one who didn't seem to know where she was. Or rather who she was talking to. If she was a mutant then it was no problem, she could stay the night and then leave promptly in the AM. But, if she wasn't a mutant, then...well, she'd have to check into a Holiday Inn or something.

"Do you even know who we are?" he asked bluntly, not exactly wanting to go into the 'we are the Brotherhood' speech for the second time today.


(((OOC: Everyone, I can't stress this enough: Speel cHeak iS yur Fiend!!)))

Kevin not getting a response, decided to go to his room. He wondered how his Uncle was doing. Kevin hadn't tlaked to him in a long time and decided to call him. If he could make friends, he could make up with his Uncle Rio. Dr. Nicks said he tgought Kevin coming to the institute was a good idea, so maybe Rio had achnage o He took out his phone book (the writing ones) and callled the number. When it answered Kevin said, "Hi uncle Rio. It's me, Kevin."

Then the voice he heard wasn't his uncle's. The other person said "I'm sorry you have the wrong number."[ Kevin responded isn't this (repeats number with area code)." "Yes but noone by Rio lives here." "Is this Green, New Jersey." "No, it's Cornville, Nebraska. You should try the operator." Then the other man hanged up. Kevin was confused, but he decided to try the man's idea.

He dialed and aske for the number of Rick McKnobb at 126 Bluerange Dr., Green, New Jersey. The operator then told Kevin that that person and that address didn't exist. Kevin got off the phone and was wondering what was going on. Kevin then suddenly fell asleep.