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Realistic or Modern Cromwell Manor

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Welcome to Cromwell Manor. Head Mistress Isabella Cromwell welcomes all her students to live in her humble abode. Please live out the rest of your teen years in peace with others like you. Study at your own pace, Movies every weekend, sounds like the perfect Utopia no?


This is home to a spectral kind of " humanity" The only ones allowed within these halls are those of Double Mutated DNA, or rather known as Generation X. Cromwell Manor is a safe haven for all those Double Mutated.
 
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Isabella








The Head Mistress sat at her oak desk, papers stacked neatly at the corner. Neat and tidy was her philosophy and she hardly ever had patients for things askew. But today was a different day. Today was a day that a fresh crop of students would be arriving within a few hours. Planes trains and automobiles. Everyone had their own mode of transportation. Even hitch-hiking was a possibility. She stood from her seat, stretching her muscles. She pulled her brunette hair our of her curlers and walked to the dress that was hanging on the back of her office door. Isabella always wanted, not wanted, Did, look the best for any occasion.




Raven






Raven was able to scrounge enough money for a first class seat. Thank Goodness her seat was not next to some innocent

civilian

. The last thing she needed was her mutation to go haywire and cause a problem with the flight. She still didn't really know to what extent how powerful her

Telekinesis

was. The last thing she wanted to happen was to get the plane tossing and turning mid flight.




This new place she was heading to, would be her home for the next few years. Raven was so excited, but

incredibly

nervous. All her life she had spent inside a cramped studio apartment. So hopefully this place would have more,,, of a nicer view and atmosphere. A change was needed, and soon.








Orion





Orion was in his room under his Father's roof, throwing clothes into a suitcase. His mother, Olivia knocked on the door. Even though it was hanging wide open, she still respected his privacy.


Orion turned his head and smiled. This would be one of the last interactions with his mother before leaving for Cromwell.



"


You don't leave untill later, why aren't you spending it with us?"

By " us" Olivia meant her and her Husband, the one man Orion wanted as little to do with as possible. His brothers were outside tackling each other, but they called it "football". There was no ball outside with them.


"


Mom, you know i love you.. and i would love to spend the rest of my time with you.. but not with him around. "

Orion said, half choked up that he wouldn't get to see his mother as much as he wanted to while a Cromwell. Kennedy, the leader of the Campbell pack, was under the assumption that he was sending his third born off to an all male boarding school. That's what Olivia had told him, and that was the only way to get him to agree to the idea.


Kennedy was an incredibly intimidating factor in the family. Fortunately, Olivia was he direct opposite, She was the one who thought to send Orion to Cromwell and knew exactly what kind of place it was. But also was the one who sent the fake acceptance letter, stating this school was male boarding school with boot camp tendencies. Olivia loved her children, but was more protective over Orion than anyone else.

Olivia

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Elena Rose Moore





Elena boarded her train whilst holding onto her suitcase that was trailing on her heels. She had overslept, had to skip breakfast, and almost missed her train. Even though an empty tummy made her a little grumpy, she was on the train and that was enough to keep her spirits up. When she finally found her seat, she plopped down with a relieved sigh. Goodbyes with her parents had to be cut a little short, but she was content with those last hugs she gave them.





"Call me when you get there okay, sweetheart? Don't forget to eat.. And don't talk to strangers! Elena-"


Elena had cut her mom off with a giggle and a hug. "I'll be just fine, mom. I'll call every chance I get."



"Oh, honey." Her mother had embraced her. "We're going to miss you so much."



She tucked a strand of her red hair behind ear as she looked out the window. She was ready for this change. She needed it. The train had soon began it's journey, a beautiful view of green grass and a blue sky was put into motion before her. A service attendant was making rounds of giving people drinks and snacks, whom gave Elena a glass of water. She absentmindedly placed a hand on her chest, making sure her pendent was in place. She could only imagine the passengers faces if she spilled her water and shifted into her other form. That would surely be featured in the news paper.
 
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Nick rollins


Nick was a bit of a spoilt kid, All the news outlets asking him for interviews gave him lots of media attention and lot of cash. On top of that his dad owned a oil foundry. He used that money to get a helicopter ride to mountains near Cromwell Manor and then take a flying man suit till the school. Upon arriving he saw on a bench outside waiting for his care package. Here he was safe from journilists eating him alive just for a quick word. After 10 or 15 minuets of waiting his dad called to see if everything was alright


"Son how was the flight?"His dad said in a relifed way.



"Fine dad, You know I know how to fly."Nick replied as he saw the car package drop.
 
A small paper butterfly stayed afloat, shifted from side to side as if being blown by the mild invisible wind. Suddenly, the sound of an upcoming train was heard from the far end of the tunnel. Shuffling footsteps, hurriedly trying to catch up with the train had joined the countless others who stood there waiting for their ride. The paper butterfly had finally made its landing atop the palm of a girl whose name was Elizabeth. She held unto the now lifeless paper, positioned it on her right collar so it would look like a part of her dress,


and looked to her left and right before standing up. Gathering her things, a backpack and one suitcase, Elizabeth headed towards the train that had already opened its door to welcome its passengers. The girl had found her assigned seat and settled down.


Finally, it had began.


The travel to Cromwell was quite a ways for her but she had managed to weave her way through the different cities and terminals without a day lost. Her parents had given her enough money to spend for her vacation. I am deeply sorry, Mother, Father, but you won't be seeing me for a while, she thought. Remembering the letter she had sent to her parents, Elizabeth gave out a sigh. That letter should be enough an explanation for her parents not to wander where she'd gone to.


Her last mode of transportation was a taxi cab. She had thought of renting a private plane but that would prove to be too much. She was finally off of her little island and was determined to leaver her island life behind. Stepping out of the taxi cab, Eliza double checked the address she scribbled on a piece of paper. Before her stood a mansion, or so she thought. A dry smile crossed over her face. "This is it," she said aloud, "There is no turning back now." The girl breathed deeply and took her first step towards the place that she would soon be a part of.
 
Nick Rollins


Nick picked up his care package and went inside


"Anyone here?"He asked as his voiced echoed across the lobby. He whipped out his phone took a selfie and posted his last post on Instagram "Dear family and fans. This is my last post, no I am not killing myself. I have realized I am not normal. I want to live the rest of my life like a normal teen. This is my last post(don't try to track me down I am in a secret school.)
 
Isabella



The brunette beauty exited her office, the train of her coral dress lagging behind her. She wanted nothing but the best attire, mostly couture gowns, to reign Queen of her Closet. Her heels echoed the nearly empty hallways of the lobby like thunder claps. Her stature hovered over the room like Lady Liberty, however there was Liberating about her. Even though her core was good and sweet, her past prevented her from being that person ever again. She was now a dominant power in the school with a scowl that could kill, The last graduating class gave her the nick name" Medusa" As she got into position to meet the incoming generation, she spied a white haired, couldn't be more than 15 or 16 years. Isabella cleared her throat, her left brow arched sharply.




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Raven







The plane landed nearly twenty minutes early, which was better. One more minute on that plain and her genes were sure to act up. Bird noticed when she got

aggravated

or nervous, it was easier for her to lose control. Being as she spent the rest of her money on the comfortable first class seat, she hadn't enough for a taxi to the school. Fortunately, Cromwell was only about a thirty minute walk, give or take a few minutes. She grasped both her suitcases and

headed

on her way, contemplating on hitch-hiking. It was a half hour walk. But then again, normal people

believed

Cromwell was different things. Some

thought

it was a boarding school. some thought it was a

preparatory

school for young girls to learn manners, A driver would never give a second thought on giving her ride depending on the car she chose.




with confidence in hr stride, the half hour journey took her to the front steps of the school, her new home for the next couple of years.

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Orion





There he sat waiting in the back of a limo, his father's of course. He had given his beloved mother a final hug just moments before, his brothers gave a slight wave, not showing much affection towards his departure. It was, apparently a " thing" for the Father of the soon to be student to be the one to escort their child to the so called boarding school . Orion sat in the back rather than

passenger

opposite his Father, luckily he only lived a couple towns away so the ride wasn't very long.






He was ready to be off on his own. He promised his mother he would keep in contact with her and only her. The limo pulled up to Cromwell.






Orion cleared his throat while opening the door, double suitcases in hand.






" Goodbye Kennedy..."

He said pulling his sunglasses closer to his face., just loud enough for Mr, Campbell to hear his son.






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Blake Valor | 19



4.24am


This was not her first time sneaking out and she hoped it would be the last. With only one backpack loaded with the few items of clothing she had and two bottles of water, Blake takes one last look over the shared bedroom with her two foster siblings. It was a '
group home' for troubled teens, but they still wanted the term 'foster siblings' to be used - the system was twisted like that.



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Six buses and three hitch-hikes later, Blake travels the final few miles on foot with her hood tight around the frame of her face. It was her hope that the headmistress would accept her - if she were turned away, the life waiting for her was far more distressing than returning to that awful group home.


Others had already arrived. She stops her trek and removes her backpack, followed by her hoodie beside a sleek limousine. The temperature was rising, as was the heat in her face when she saw how extravagant Cromwell Manor truly is.
Is this place for me? No amount of homes she stayed in could even compare to the scenery before her.
 
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Nick goes outside because he though he was alone right now. " the mistress will come any second now. Outside he saw a girl with a hoodie on. "Hey... are you here for Cromwell Manor?" He asked confusly due to the fact that she didn't look like she had gene X.
 

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Blake Valor | 19






She offers the boy a wave and starts to doubt her decision to come here. At the foster and group homes, she would be delivered at their doorstep with a file - one that explained her lack of communication and
why that was the case. How could she possibly explain her selective mutism without coming across as rude or weird?


I need something to write with.


She quickly unzips her backpack and grabs the paper with Cromwell Manor's address printed in bold. She flips it over, grabs a sharpie from her pocket and scribbles out a small message.



Yes, I am here for Cromwell Manor.



My name is Blake.



 
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Elizabeth Hunt




Elizabeth soon entered the lobby and settled her belongings down. She took the liberty of walking around the lobby and observe its intricate beauty and elegance. Having not gone that far, Eliza returned to the lobby and saw a boy, somewhat younger than her, already there. He seemed to have prepared for the journey well and ready for his stay in Cromwell. Another girl had entered the lobby. Elizabeth watched the exchange between the two from afar. I wonder what their stories are.


Detaching the paper butterfly from her collar, she held it on her palm and gently blew it. The butterfly began to move away from her, staggering a little as it tries to stabilize its momentum. It flew above her head and made its way towards the other teens and stayed afloat beside the girl. The only people she had encountered with gene x were the subjects of scrutiny and cruel examination, the ones her parents and their friends had talked about; she had never met them in person nor befriended any of them.






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Rick saw the girl he talked with write something down "My name is Blake."


Just as he was about to respond he saw a paper butterfly fly by. He looked where it came from and saw another, Much older then him. This one like she has gene x he though.


He looked at he girl name Blake again and stated


"My name is Nick Rollins nice to meet you. I suppose you can't speak right?"


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Anderson Dustin Anderson walked down one of the winding staircases of the house to join Isabella in welcoming the new crop of students. Today he had adapted Isabella's philosophy of always looking your best. he just hoped his powers stayed in check till the meet and greet of kids was over and done with. Last thing Isabella needed was for him to accidentally harm a student. Anderson has come a long way since his abilities first manifested and its all thanks to the care of Isabella, and her generosity of opening her home to him.
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Isabella



As the future of her school stumbled their own ways through the front doors of Cromwell, a putrid, pungent smell overwhelmed the air. However only she was the one who could smell it. One of her abilities is that she can smell fear in the most literal sense. To her fear was a foul, decayed sort of smell, It ticked her nostrils. She's gotten used to it, multiple trips from students drenched in stench to her office. That's the main reason for the multiple perfume bottles that loitered her vanity.



Raven












Slightly

drenched with sweat, Bird glided up the steps to her new home. Abut halfway up, her second-hand suitcase exploded open, its contents spilling onto the steps both in front and behind her. To her surprise it was

luckily

the one containing her pants and blouses. It would have been a disaster to have her unmentionables exposed to everyone on the first day. She wasn't exactly her mother, Okay bad joke, but still.



With her scurrying around, trying to pick up her possessions, she left her other,closed suitcase on a step, and now with her nerves kicking in so did her ability, the suitcase began to rock back and forth repeatedly.

" No no no...."

She began to speak at first louder, than with every syllable her voice got softer until the suitcase toppled over, thankfully not opening.






Orion














As he watched his "Father" drive off into the distance, he held his luggage close to his body and began his journey up the stairs. What should he do first? Make friends? Find his dorm, or whatever. He didn't even know what the living situations was. On the outside, Cromwell looked neoclassical, Vines growing over some of the pillars, the windows shined bright with a almost glare. what he hoped he didn't have to do was an " earn your keep" kind of atmosphere. Kennedy had that around the house and he hated it, Cromwell was supposed to be an escape.




By this time he had already began his journey up the stairs in seek of someone new to call friend.
 
Anderson Dustin Outside Anderson watched as a few of the students slowly started to show, wether it be by walking or by car. Anderson spied one girl trying to pick up the contents of the suit case that had burst open while trying to catch another suit case that had talked. Anderson waved his hand gently and some of the content started to make their way back into the suit case.



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Blake Valor | 19






Relieved that Nick caught on so well, she nods eagerly and thrusts her hand out to shake his. It was...
new being so accepted for her lack of speech, but so refreshing. The people here were like her - different in many ways.


Her eyes drift to an origami butterfly fluttering just beside them - she follows the trail and spots a girl that seems only a little younger than her. She smiles at the girl, dimples in her cheek.






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Raven





Soon enough after her little

indecent

, Raven had

gotten

down to her knees to try to recapture what had gotten loose. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a few articles of clothing shifting themselves into her suitcase.

" Did... did i do that"

She quietly asked herself and stood up, looking around for more clothing. One of her blouses was carried off by the wind and got stuck in one of the trees near the base of the steps. Great, and she was wearing heels today...





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Anderson Dustin Anderson chuckled a little and swiped his fingers and the blouse flew back towards the girl. This girl couldn't catch a break could she. He looked at the girl. Trying to understand her through appearance. Usually he was good at reading people. It helped him understand why they decided to come to Cromwell. But this girl was the hardest to read. The only thing he could tell was life was difficult for her, before her abilities started to manifest.



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Elizabeth Hunt




Seeing that both the girl and the boy had noticed her butterfly, Eliza smiled inwardly to herself. She had never shown anyone what she could do in fear of being experimented on, the only thing she knew what people would do once they discovered someone has abilities. When the other girl turned her direction, Eliza smiled back and slowly began to approach them.


"Hello. My name is Elizabeth." She extended her hand to them as she introduced herself. Then one hand reached went to her pocket and took out a piece of paper. On it was a drawing of another butterfly. She waved her hand over it and the butterfly began to release itself from the hold of the paper. It joined the other butterfly that was hovering nearby. "It's nice to meet both of you," she smiled.



@Little gasmask @shatteredxfrost


 
Raven


As her blouse blew from the branch, she smiled, It was one of her favorites, It complimented her figure, while embellishing her features. I as only a deep blue, but it was one of her favorites, It was actually her mothers, She stole it one night when her mother stumbled in from a " Work weekend" Bird was used to her weekends alone, she would read, clean, make sure laundry was done, As sick as it sounded, at a young age, Raven was fully aware of what her mother did, and truth be told, they needed the money. Clean laundry went a long way in the Street corner industry. As the fabric floated towards her, she grabbed it with her french manicured hand, immediately inspecting it for holes. None. She smiled and nodded to herself as she folded it, placing it in her suitcase and latching the top back down.


Standing back up with her essentials, she finished her trip inside the lobby and just stared at the architecture. This places was close, rather the lobby was close to ten times larger than her house back home.


@KingHalliwell


( Would anyone mind if i Enter Orion in one of their little clicks?)
 
Slade Warner


Slade had been walking for awhile to reach Cromwell Manor. He had decided to start walking after multiple stops at the bus and he hated the feeling of being confined. It was like being in a cage and it just drove him crazy so he decided to start walking as soon as the distance became manageable. While he was walking along the side walk one of his dogs followed beside him. It was a Doberman Pinscher and his ears were alert and he had been sniffing around being constantly wary. Finally Slade could see the Manor and jogged the rest of the way there seeing some other people standing around upon his arrival.


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Blake Valor | 19






Stunned by Elizabeth's ability, Blake fumbles with the piece of paper and holds it out for her to read. The butterflies circle above and she can barely detach her eyes to acknowledge the newcomer - until she notices the Doberman at his side.



A genuine grin replaces the unsure smile as she breaks away from the others and hesitantly walks towards the canine and his human companion. She waves at the Doberman and slightly bends, hoping to show she is not a threat and outstretches her hand for the dog to sniff.



@Little gasmask @ArcticViolin @Seraph
 
Slade Warner


The Doberman walked up to Blake and sniffed at her hand. It looked up at her and cocked its head to the side. Slade snapped his fingers and the Doberman turned around walking back to him standing by his side. " Hundeins your such a good boy." He walked up to the girl that had bent over to pet Hundeins and looked down at her cocking his head to the side as well. "Hi, hello, hey! My names Slade nice to meet you! Do you like dogs?! Because I love dogs! Did I say my names Slade?" He spoke with excitement and a big grin across his face.


@shatteredxfrost
 
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(Sorry I was sleeping)


Nick saw the dog and that was one of his fears. Being bit by a dog at a young age and that dog penetrated the skin and into the bones. However his ability only covers the outer layer of skin. As soon as a weapon reaches the bone Nick can feel it.


Ignoring all the drama outside he rushed back into the lobby where he saw a old woman probably the mistress as he though and a buff guy who was greeting the students


"Hi" he though


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