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Considering Addison's mother acted like Addie was disowned and her father as usual was very busy with work, she had to go to her new home on her own. Her father arranged a ride for her with a trusted chauffeur since it still wasn't completely public knowledge that she was attending the school yet. They knew it would be inevitable, but they preferred a slow release of it if possible. Not knowing the living situation she paced what she felt like were essentials, but that was still three very large suitcases worth of things. Down sizing was not a strong suit of hers since she's never had to before. While she wouldn't be done unpacking for a while she knew she wanted to hopefully have her stuff in her new room and claim her bed before needing to meet everyone at 8 am.
She arrived promptly a 7:30 am and was pleasantly surprised by what she saw. She didn't really know what to expect, but this place was beautiful. It was nice to see that some things wouldn't have to change too much, at least luxury wise. There were a lot of younger kids around her at the moment and she wondered if the different age groups were given different times to arrive. It would make sense organization wise she supposed. She walked up to the entrance with her chauffeur dolling her three suitcases up behind her. She noticed the white haired woman before her and couldn't help but think about how gorgeous she was. Her stunning blue eyes contrasting her skin tone, she'd never seen anyone like that before. Then again just looking around she could tell this would be a very diverse cast of people she'd now be living with. It was refreshing though...for once she'd be around people not just like her, or what their parents were forcing them to be. This was technically about to be her first taste of freedom from that. Sure she'd done a few rebellious things the past year cause she was upset with her mother like getting a nose piercing, and changing up her style of clothing, but she still couldn't do too much. Now...now everything was about to change.
She smiled at the woman whom she'd find out later was Ororo Munroe, and the man beside her Kurt Wagner. They seemed to be having fun chatting with one another, and she wondered if they were old friends. Since she'd never looked into mutants and their history or even key players before she was born she didn't know about their past. The only mutant she'd looked into was Xavier because she was accepting an invitation from him to live here. She accepted the map and information packet, and it all was starting to sink in how very real it all was. She wasn't however every excited to have to push this heavy dolly all the way to her room seeing as how her Chauffeur wasn't going to go all the way to her room with her, but rather just dropping her off. She gave them a wave and took her things. Once she was a few feet in she looked around to see if there was anyone who she could ask for help. It didn't take long for her to find a couple of decently strong looking guys to help her take her things to her dorm room. It wasn't that she was ridiculously weak or anything, but she'd stuffed these bags to the brim they were easily 60 to 70 pounds each, and she was not prepared for lugging three around to where ever dorm 101 was. A girls' only got two hands. She thanked the gentlemen for their help with a bright smile before taking a look at her new living space. It was pretty spacious for having four beds inside of it.
She looked around and noticed she was the first one which she felt meant she'd get first pick. Early bird gets the worm after all. She noticed the bed against the window and thought that'd be perfect! She liked to look at the sky sometimes at night as she feel asleep. She pulled her things over to the bed and then plopped down on it looking at the ceiling. She'd never shared a room before. She'd never shared much of anything before. She hoped it wouldn't be too difficult, she didn't want her roommates to hate her after all. She knew she wasn't always the most well liked back home, but she hoped things could be a little different here. It'd be nice to have friends who understood her for once. She took out her phone and looked at the time. It was only about 7:40-ish, so she had a few moments to relax before heading back down to meet everyone else. Plus who knows, maybe she'll meet one of her roommates before then and they could go together?
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Considering Addison's mother acted like Addie was disowned and her father as usual was very busy with work, she had to go to her new home on her own. Her father arranged a ride for her with a trusted chauffeur since it still wasn't completely public knowledge that she was attending the school yet. They knew it would be inevitable, but they preferred a slow release of it if possible. Not knowing the living situation she paced what she felt like were essentials, but that was still three very large suitcases worth of things. Down sizing was not a strong suit of hers since she's never had to before. While she wouldn't be done unpacking for a while she knew she wanted to hopefully have her stuff in her new room and claim her bed before needing to meet everyone at 8 am.
She arrived promptly a 7:30 am and was pleasantly surprised by what she saw. She didn't really know what to expect, but this place was beautiful. It was nice to see that some things wouldn't have to change too much, at least luxury wise. There were a lot of younger kids around her at the moment and she wondered if the different age groups were given different times to arrive. It would make sense organization wise she supposed. She walked up to the entrance with her chauffeur dolling her three suitcases up behind her. She noticed the white haired woman before her and couldn't help but think about how gorgeous she was. Her stunning blue eyes contrasting her skin tone, she'd never seen anyone like that before. Then again just looking around she could tell this would be a very diverse cast of people she'd now be living with. It was refreshing though...for once she'd be around people not just like her, or what their parents were forcing them to be. This was technically about to be her first taste of freedom from that. Sure she'd done a few rebellious things the past year cause she was upset with her mother like getting a nose piercing, and changing up her style of clothing, but she still couldn't do too much. Now...now everything was about to change.
She smiled at the woman whom she'd find out later was Ororo Munroe, and the man beside her Kurt Wagner. They seemed to be having fun chatting with one another, and she wondered if they were old friends. Since she'd never looked into mutants and their history or even key players before she was born she didn't know about their past. The only mutant she'd looked into was Xavier because she was accepting an invitation from him to live here. She accepted the map and information packet, and it all was starting to sink in how very real it all was. She wasn't however every excited to have to push this heavy dolly all the way to her room seeing as how her Chauffeur wasn't going to go all the way to her room with her, but rather just dropping her off. She gave them a wave and took her things. Once she was a few feet in she looked around to see if there was anyone who she could ask for help. It didn't take long for her to find a couple of decently strong looking guys to help her take her things to her dorm room. It wasn't that she was ridiculously weak or anything, but she'd stuffed these bags to the brim they were easily 60 to 70 pounds each, and she was not prepared for lugging three around to where ever dorm 101 was. A girls' only got two hands. She thanked the gentlemen for their help with a bright smile before taking a look at her new living space. It was pretty spacious for having four beds inside of it.
She looked around and noticed she was the first one which she felt meant she'd get first pick. Early bird gets the worm after all. She noticed the bed against the window and thought that'd be perfect! She liked to look at the sky sometimes at night as she feel asleep. She pulled her things over to the bed and then plopped down on it looking at the ceiling. She'd never shared a room before. She'd never shared much of anything before. She hoped it wouldn't be too difficult, she didn't want her roommates to hate her after all. She knew she wasn't always the most well liked back home, but she hoped things could be a little different here. It'd be nice to have friends who understood her for once. She took out her phone and looked at the time. It was only about 7:40-ish, so she had a few moments to relax before heading back down to meet everyone else. Plus who knows, maybe she'll meet one of her roommates before then and they could go together?
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RikuXIII
Random Schemer
“You sure you don’t want me to take you all the way down?” The Uber driver, a middle aged man of a chatty disposition, asked. “No problem, what so ever.”
Evie poked her head back in the car and smiled at the driver.
“No, I’m good.” She replied cheerfully. “I already dragged up out here, and I like to walk. Could you pop the trunk?”
“You got it!” He replied, looking away to find the controls.
Closing the passenger side door with her tail, Evie went around to the back of the car to pull out her duffle, backpack, and large rolling suitcase from the open trunk. She quickly put on the backpack and slung the duffle over her shoulder before closing the trunk. Pulling the rolling case along, she came up to the driver’s door.
“Got everything.” She said. “Thanks again for the ride.”
“No problem!” He replied with a big grin. “Have a good day, Evie! And, you know the old spiel, 5 stars, tell your friends, and so on.”
“Will do.” Evie said with a laugh.
Pushing on to the gates, the simian mutant waited a moment for the car to pull out and drive on before she put down her bags and began pulling off her shoes. She had worn tennis shoes for her travels because it seemed to be her feet that got the stares more then even her tail. With her shoes and socks off, she flexed her finger like toes, enjoying the freedom and breeze she was feeling.
“That’s better.” She muttered to herself as she stuffed the socks in a side pocket on her duffle.
Even as a child, Evie had preferred to be barefoot. Since her mutation activated, her preference for bare feet had turned into a full dislike of shoes. She tied the shoes’ laces together and wrapped them around her rolling suit case. Taking a deep breath, she pulled a pair of flip flops from her duffle and slid them on her feet. She might still get stares from people at the school, but at least everyone else would have something to relate to it, whether something physical, or a power that set the apart from the regular humans.
Gathering her things once again, the young mutant set off for the school. As she walked, she pulled her phone out of her purse and gave her driver a 5 star review on the app. He had been friendly and funny, though perhaps a little to supportive. Once he had seen her tail and heard where she was going, he had gone on about how he was all behind mutants, how he was glad new ones were popping up, and so on. While she didn’t really disbelieve that he didn’t mind mutants, his support struck her as overdone. Maybe she was just too suspicious. Humanity might actually have gotten better for this “second go” for mutant kind. Or this was just the pleasant face people put on when mutants still seemed like not a threat. Time would tell.
Getting close to the school, Evie checked the diving watch her step-father had given her as a going away present.
“7:58.” She said with a triumphant smile.
She marched right up to the door, giving her new teachers a bright smile.
“Hey, I’m Evie Reyes!” Evie greeted. “This where I sign in?”
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Christian Bellwood
It never occurred to Christian that there would be a news team reporting on the campus. In hindsight it seemed obvious, while he himself didn't pay much attention to the news there were others who would be chomping at the bit for any information. Workers, police officers, soccer moms and even the odd conspiracy theorist could all be glued to their screens watching as the reporter gave a practiced smile and prattled on about the institute. It made him feel uncomfortable as his dad unpacked his suitcase from the back of his beat up ford explorer. He began to think of a way to get past the camera without standing out to much. Maybe he could blend in with a group of other mutants as they all went in? But if he did that than he would have to go up and greet them, and if they caused a commotion than other people would probably stare. They always stared, all of their eyes looking over him as he-
He was brought out of his thoughts as his dad clapped his hand on his shoulder and gave him a shake. "Hey, don't worry about it. Everyone is going to be so focused on the campus that they won't even notice you. I mean look at this place." He made a large sweeping motion with his hand over the campus, and Christian found it hard to argue with it. This place was massive, with basketball and other courts dotting the outside of the building, and this was only what everyone could see. The inside would probably be huge too, filled with more rooms than he would ever know what do do with even if he had twenty of himself. Seeing his son relax his dad brought him into a tight hug and patted him on the back before releasing him. "You'll be fine, and if you ever need someone to talk too me and your mom are just a call away."
Christian smiled and gave his dad a nod. He always knew how to calm him down, he was going to miss waking up and coming downstairs to find him relaxing in his leather chair watching the news. Grabbing his bags, a single suitcase a backpack and a dufflebag packed to the brim, he turned towards the school. Fortunately enough the news crew seemed more focused on the building as a whole than any of the students as he approached. Still, he found himself wishing had picked a jacket with a hood as he tried to look as normal as possible. Well, as normal as it would be in a place like this anyway. Despite being one himself he wasn't proud to say that he was staring at some of the mutants who had more physical mutations, including a teen with a monkey tail talking to some people handing out papers.
Pulling out his phone with his free hand, he checked the few messages that his friends had sent him along with the time. 7:59 which meant that he was right on time. Walking up to the two adults standing at the front door he waited until the teen before him was done before speaking. "Hi I'm here to get my room number. Christian Bellwood."
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RikuXIII
It never occurred to Christian that there would be a news team reporting on the campus. In hindsight it seemed obvious, while he himself didn't pay much attention to the news there were others who would be chomping at the bit for any information. Workers, police officers, soccer moms and even the odd conspiracy theorist could all be glued to their screens watching as the reporter gave a practiced smile and prattled on about the institute. It made him feel uncomfortable as his dad unpacked his suitcase from the back of his beat up ford explorer. He began to think of a way to get past the camera without standing out to much. Maybe he could blend in with a group of other mutants as they all went in? But if he did that than he would have to go up and greet them, and if they caused a commotion than other people would probably stare. They always stared, all of their eyes looking over him as he-
He was brought out of his thoughts as his dad clapped his hand on his shoulder and gave him a shake. "Hey, don't worry about it. Everyone is going to be so focused on the campus that they won't even notice you. I mean look at this place." He made a large sweeping motion with his hand over the campus, and Christian found it hard to argue with it. This place was massive, with basketball and other courts dotting the outside of the building, and this was only what everyone could see. The inside would probably be huge too, filled with more rooms than he would ever know what do do with even if he had twenty of himself. Seeing his son relax his dad brought him into a tight hug and patted him on the back before releasing him. "You'll be fine, and if you ever need someone to talk too me and your mom are just a call away."
Christian smiled and gave his dad a nod. He always knew how to calm him down, he was going to miss waking up and coming downstairs to find him relaxing in his leather chair watching the news. Grabbing his bags, a single suitcase a backpack and a dufflebag packed to the brim, he turned towards the school. Fortunately enough the news crew seemed more focused on the building as a whole than any of the students as he approached. Still, he found himself wishing had picked a jacket with a hood as he tried to look as normal as possible. Well, as normal as it would be in a place like this anyway. Despite being one himself he wasn't proud to say that he was staring at some of the mutants who had more physical mutations, including a teen with a monkey tail talking to some people handing out papers.
Pulling out his phone with his free hand, he checked the few messages that his friends had sent him along with the time. 7:59 which meant that he was right on time. Walking up to the two adults standing at the front door he waited until the teen before him was done before speaking. "Hi I'm here to get my room number. Christian Bellwood."
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Gavrielle gripped the car door handle tightly, tight enough that her knuckles turned white and her bones cracked. She was trembling, but it wasn't from anticipation or excitement. It was dread. She had no idea that there would be a news crew filming outside of the school, and that made getting out of the car practically impossible. She couldn't be filmed. Not like this. It was bad enough that she was cramped into the backseat of the smelly old car with her wings taking up the majority of the room and constantly getting in the way of the drivers vision. She had thought getting out of the tight quarters of the small sedan would provide some much needed stress relief by giving her wings space and giving her much needed freedom. But no, it just seemed to get worse and worse.
"Well are you going to get out or not?" The man who had driven her there spoke from the front, looking over the seat with an unlit cigarette between his lips. He hadn't smoked at all during their long journey together, which she was honestly very grateful for, but he always had a cigarette to keep him from talking. She supposed she was also grateful for that as well.
[div class=dialogue]"I-I am. Sorry..."[/div] Gavrielle stammered, her nerves completely getting the better of her. She shakily grabbed her wallet and pulled out a rather nice wad of cash before shoving it practically in the mans face, who accepted it gently. It took a few more carefully timed breathes before she managed to push the door open. Primary feathers spilled outside of the car door as she scrambled to exit and do something with their golden mess. She pushed the obnoxious limbs behind her, folding them up tightly against her back to make them look far smaller than they actually were. They were a heavy burden despite not actually feeling heavy. She turned to the trunk, her face pale and clammy as the driver popped the trunk and exited the car. No words were exchanged when he pulled out a large hard-covered black suitcase and a purple duffel bag and placed them on the ground before her. There was a moment of silence between them as Gavi stared at her belongings without really seeing them.
"You going to be okay, kid?" The man said, crossing his arms over his chest, still nursing the cigarette. The girl snapped her gaze to him, looking similar to a deer in oncoming traffic.
[div class=dialogue]"What?"[/div]
"You're going to be fine." His voice was gentle, which was what she needed but didn't realize she needed it.
[div class=dialogue]"Y-Yeah. Thanks. Take care..."[/div] She pulled the duffel bags straps over the handle of the suitcase to keep it in place as she turned and started to walk to the main gate.
[div class=dialogue]"Just don't look up. Ignore the camera. Ignore them."[/div] She told herself as she rapidly approached the reporter. Luckily for her, it seemed that they were wrapping up, so she quickly darted through and hid her face with her long hair.
Finally she could breathe.
Standing inside the gate, she looked up at the mansion that was to be her new home, her new school. For a moment, the fear that gripped her soul ebbed away and was replaced with awe. She didn't really get a chance to look up mutant-kind. Living on her own, squatting in houses she was able to break into until the owner of this school somehow found out about it and gave her an option. Go to the school or go to jail, it was entirely her choice. Wasn't really much of a choice... But at least here, there were others like her. She wasn't a freak. A demon.
Snapping back to reality, Gavi's stomach churned once more. She pushed down the unease and nausea as she walked up to the doors where a white-haired woman was waiting with packets of information alongside a rather aerobatic man. She avoided their gaze and quickly thanked them before pushing through the doors.
Gavrielle had lived extremely modestly, even when she was still living in a home with "family". But this mansion, wow. She would definitely need to explore it later when she wasn't feeling like spilling her guts onto the freshly polished floors. Thankfully there were people to help inside, help direct her to her room and to help her get her things there. Everything she owned were in the suitcase and duffel bag, and unfortunately her mutation took away her strength. At least the people here understood. So she followed with her duffel bag in her arms, trying not to trip up the stairs when her wings moved out of place; it was hard focusing on limbs you never had until a few months ago.
When she finally made it to her room, she was left alone to unpack. It appeared she was the first one there, so she got first choice on the three beds there. Naturally, she picked the one by the window. She felt more attuned with being near the outdoors now, what with having a pair of wings like a bird.
Or an angel.
She shook her head, flopping her duffel bag on the bed and moving to unpack her toiletries first. All in all, it didn't take long to put all her things along the window and in the storage space. Her clothing was already folded neatly, so it was just a matter of placing it in it's new spot. And as soon as she was done, she flopped on the bed on her side because her wings would get all sorts of in the way if she laid on her back; she just wasn't used to them yet. She glanced at the two other beds, wondering who her roommates were going to be. Once again she felt nauseous. What if they thought she was a freak after all?
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Gavrielle gripped the car door handle tightly, tight enough that her knuckles turned white and her bones cracked. She was trembling, but it wasn't from anticipation or excitement. It was dread. She had no idea that there would be a news crew filming outside of the school, and that made getting out of the car practically impossible. She couldn't be filmed. Not like this. It was bad enough that she was cramped into the backseat of the smelly old car with her wings taking up the majority of the room and constantly getting in the way of the drivers vision. She had thought getting out of the tight quarters of the small sedan would provide some much needed stress relief by giving her wings space and giving her much needed freedom. But no, it just seemed to get worse and worse.
"Well are you going to get out or not?" The man who had driven her there spoke from the front, looking over the seat with an unlit cigarette between his lips. He hadn't smoked at all during their long journey together, which she was honestly very grateful for, but he always had a cigarette to keep him from talking. She supposed she was also grateful for that as well.
[div class=dialogue]"I-I am. Sorry..."[/div] Gavrielle stammered, her nerves completely getting the better of her. She shakily grabbed her wallet and pulled out a rather nice wad of cash before shoving it practically in the mans face, who accepted it gently. It took a few more carefully timed breathes before she managed to push the door open. Primary feathers spilled outside of the car door as she scrambled to exit and do something with their golden mess. She pushed the obnoxious limbs behind her, folding them up tightly against her back to make them look far smaller than they actually were. They were a heavy burden despite not actually feeling heavy. She turned to the trunk, her face pale and clammy as the driver popped the trunk and exited the car. No words were exchanged when he pulled out a large hard-covered black suitcase and a purple duffel bag and placed them on the ground before her. There was a moment of silence between them as Gavi stared at her belongings without really seeing them.
"You going to be okay, kid?" The man said, crossing his arms over his chest, still nursing the cigarette. The girl snapped her gaze to him, looking similar to a deer in oncoming traffic.
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"You're going to be fine." His voice was gentle, which was what she needed but didn't realize she needed it.
[div class=dialogue]"Y-Yeah. Thanks. Take care..."[/div] She pulled the duffel bags straps over the handle of the suitcase to keep it in place as she turned and started to walk to the main gate.
[div class=dialogue]"Just don't look up. Ignore the camera. Ignore them."[/div] She told herself as she rapidly approached the reporter. Luckily for her, it seemed that they were wrapping up, so she quickly darted through and hid her face with her long hair.
Finally she could breathe.
Standing inside the gate, she looked up at the mansion that was to be her new home, her new school. For a moment, the fear that gripped her soul ebbed away and was replaced with awe. She didn't really get a chance to look up mutant-kind. Living on her own, squatting in houses she was able to break into until the owner of this school somehow found out about it and gave her an option. Go to the school or go to jail, it was entirely her choice. Wasn't really much of a choice... But at least here, there were others like her. She wasn't a freak. A demon.
Snapping back to reality, Gavi's stomach churned once more. She pushed down the unease and nausea as she walked up to the doors where a white-haired woman was waiting with packets of information alongside a rather aerobatic man. She avoided their gaze and quickly thanked them before pushing through the doors.
Gavrielle had lived extremely modestly, even when she was still living in a home with "family". But this mansion, wow. She would definitely need to explore it later when she wasn't feeling like spilling her guts onto the freshly polished floors. Thankfully there were people to help inside, help direct her to her room and to help her get her things there. Everything she owned were in the suitcase and duffel bag, and unfortunately her mutation took away her strength. At least the people here understood. So she followed with her duffel bag in her arms, trying not to trip up the stairs when her wings moved out of place; it was hard focusing on limbs you never had until a few months ago.
When she finally made it to her room, she was left alone to unpack. It appeared she was the first one there, so she got first choice on the three beds there. Naturally, she picked the one by the window. She felt more attuned with being near the outdoors now, what with having a pair of wings like a bird.
Or an angel.
She shook her head, flopping her duffel bag on the bed and moving to unpack her toiletries first. All in all, it didn't take long to put all her things along the window and in the storage space. Her clothing was already folded neatly, so it was just a matter of placing it in it's new spot. And as soon as she was done, she flopped on the bed on her side because her wings would get all sorts of in the way if she laid on her back; she just wasn't used to them yet. She glanced at the two other beds, wondering who her roommates were going to be. Once again she felt nauseous. What if they thought she was a freak after all?
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QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
GASTICIAN - Alisha KaurLocation: Room 102
Alisha carefully taped a poster of the periodic table above her bed, smoothing out the wrinkles and making sure it was straight. Dark hair shifted off her shoulders as the the Indian took a step back to assess her work. Only when she satisfied did she glace out the window to take a glimpse of the chaos outside. She had barely finished unpacking when more arrivals showed up with their parents. Likely fellow students of Xavier Institute. Young mutants. Alisha couldn't help but be curious. What were they like? What mutations did they have? Alisha had never interacted with another mutant before and though she didn't think they'd be all that different from regular people, unless the mutations affected their brains cells, she couldn't help but be interested.The room assigned to her had a balcony so Alisha stepped out to watch all the events from above.
It wasn't all that different from what she went through. She and her family had arrived early to avoid traffic, but also to get some alone time with the teachers. Poor Ororo had been bombarded with questions after questions by her parents. About the security. About the curriculum. About what they planned to do with all the reporters. They'd insisted on a tour of the grounds to ensure that the facilities were safe enough for their little daughter, much to Alisha's embarrassment, but the African American had been a model of professionalism and went along with it. Alisha noticed that the tour was carefully planned, certain rooms and areas avoided, but she didn't point it out. She only assured her parents that she'd be safe, she'd keep up with her studies, and that she'd keep her dorm locked at night so no boys dared to enter.
Protestations that she was 17, and pefectly capable of taking care of herself, would only fall on deaf ears and further aggravate her parents so Alisha didn't bother. Fortunately her siblings weren't so weren't so worried. If it wasn't for them, Alisha almost doubted whether they would left at all. Only her brother, who was away at college, couldn't see her off.
Sighing, Alisha's eyes drifted to the reporters. She hoped that they would leave soon. Alisha didn't fancy her face on camera and she'd already been half tempted to blow concentrated carbon monoxide at their faces when a particularly ambitious reporter wouldn't stop questioning her on her way to the gate. She didn't, of course, because she didn't want to be a murderer, least of all one caught on camera, and because her father had already done the honors and punched the gentlemen in the jaw.
After another sweeping gaze at the people bellow from the balcony, Alisha grew bored and went to her desk, deciding to leaf through the many packets and items given to her by the mutant educators, one of which was a key to room 102. The teachers didn't clarify whether she would have the room to herself or if she was going to be sharing a room with someone else. Alisha hoped not. Or, at least, if she had to get a roommate, she hoped it would be a neat one. Her mild OCD couldn't handle messes.
It wasn't all that different from what she went through. She and her family had arrived early to avoid traffic, but also to get some alone time with the teachers. Poor Ororo had been bombarded with questions after questions by her parents. About the security. About the curriculum. About what they planned to do with all the reporters. They'd insisted on a tour of the grounds to ensure that the facilities were safe enough for their little daughter, much to Alisha's embarrassment, but the African American had been a model of professionalism and went along with it. Alisha noticed that the tour was carefully planned, certain rooms and areas avoided, but she didn't point it out. She only assured her parents that she'd be safe, she'd keep up with her studies, and that she'd keep her dorm locked at night so no boys dared to enter.
Protestations that she was 17, and pefectly capable of taking care of herself, would only fall on deaf ears and further aggravate her parents so Alisha didn't bother. Fortunately her siblings weren't so weren't so worried. If it wasn't for them, Alisha almost doubted whether they would left at all. Only her brother, who was away at college, couldn't see her off.
Sighing, Alisha's eyes drifted to the reporters. She hoped that they would leave soon. Alisha didn't fancy her face on camera and she'd already been half tempted to blow concentrated carbon monoxide at their faces when a particularly ambitious reporter wouldn't stop questioning her on her way to the gate. She didn't, of course, because she didn't want to be a murderer, least of all one caught on camera, and because her father had already done the honors and punched the gentlemen in the jaw.
After another sweeping gaze at the people bellow from the balcony, Alisha grew bored and went to her desk, deciding to leaf through the many packets and items given to her by the mutant educators, one of which was a key to room 102. The teachers didn't clarify whether she would have the room to herself or if she was going to be sharing a room with someone else. Alisha hoped not. Or, at least, if she had to get a roommate, she hoped it would be a neat one. Her mild OCD couldn't handle messes.
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Alice Marilla Reed
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Mood. OverwhelmedAlice barely had the chance to make up her first impressions about the place before her mothers got theirs “Look at that spectacular building!” Claire said in awe as they entered the property of the Xavier Institute. “The grounds are massive!” Teresa added, looking back at her daughter with a bright smile. “Look Rilla! That guy is green,” Claire noted, almost raising her hand to point, only to be stopped by her wife’s quick interjection. “Shh! Don’t point”
Despite her endless love for her parents, Alice felt burnt out by them. The amount of energy they managed to have this early in the morning, after a long journey, made her feel like a zombie. Everything moved slower in her mind. She had barely looked at one thing they had mentioned before they were on to the new exciting discovery. It was a lot to take in, the whole place looked amazing, but the exhaustion holding her down made it hard to enjoy. There will be plenty of time for exploring later.
While they walked towards the main building in a slow pace, Alice pulled out her pack of cigarettes. It had been over 15 hours since they left Scotland and the cravings for nicotine had come in torturous waves ever since. With a shaking hand she put a cigarette between her lips, already feeling some of the tension leaving her body. After it was lit she inhaled the deadly substance with great pleasure. Greedily she finished the smoke before they arrived at the entrance, stumping out the butt on the arm of her brown cargo jacket: the fabric was mutilated from years as an ashtray, but it was nevertheless her favorite.
Alice could vaguely recognize the faces of the welcome committee after doing some speed research on the mutants prior to Event X. But it was only the faces that were familiar, she had no idea what their names or past mutations might have been. She suspected them both to be teachers at the school, and introduced herself to them with a smile. First impressions are important. Her mothers gladly snatched the contents of the welcome packets and scanned through them before eventually handing it to the person who would actually need it. Her mothers were probably their first impression of her.
"Okay, we're finding 104, maybe it's that way?" Teresa suggested as they had entered the mansion, pointing down one of the hallways. "No no, it's that way I think," Claire said, pointing in another direction. Alice let out a deep breath as her mothers started to discuss what way they would go. It was her that actually asked the first faculty member she could find for directions. Once they knew the way to her dorm room, it still took them a while to get there. Claire and Teresa stopped to discuss nearly every painting and sculpture littering the halls, and it drove Alice made.
"Rilla, this lady looks like you," Claire giggled, pointing at one of the paintings, earning a laugh from her wife. Alice just stared at them, wanting nothing more than for them to get a move on.
When they finally arrived at the room marked with 104 they all stopped outside. Relieved at not having to carry the weighty luggage around anymore, they stacked the two suitcases and bags next to the door.
The family had made some rules before travelling from home, which Alice was endlessly glad they had made. Her mothers would be allowed to follow her inside, but not see the room (they would analyze every detail in there and never leave). There would also only be one hug each, and they would leave as quickly as possible when they had safely delivered their daughter to her room (if they stayed too long they would all get too sentimental and it would end with snot and tears)
"As we agreed, short goodbye. So I'mma hug you and then you guys are leaving," She did her best to sound stern, but dreaded being separated from them for so long for the first time in her life.
"Aye-aye, we know hun, just remember to take care of yourself and get loads of sleep?" Teresa started, pulling her daughter into their last hug for a long while. "You know me, sleep like a stone," Alice joked, before turning to hug her other mom. Claire already had teary eyes, but it was apparent she tried very hard to keep her composure. "Just be safe and remember to call us?" Alice nodded, pulling back and waving them away. When their backs could no longer be seen from her spot in the hall, Alice felt both relieved and mortified. She had been completely reliant on her parents the last few years and she was also in a completely different country with potentially dangerous people. With tears lurking in the corner of her eyes, she entered what would be her new home.
To her surprise there was already somebody there. She was definitely a mutant. Lost for words Alice stood moping in the doorway for what felt like ages but wasn't more than a few seconds. "Holy shit," She mustered at last, moving into the room. "Wow, those are... beautiful," And she meant it, the gold feathers sprouting from her back looked majestic in every way, and Alice couldn't help but imagine how heavenly it would be to see them at their full length.
The moment of awe didn't last long as Alice realized how much of a twat she must have been, staring and talking her mind to a complete stranger.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I mean..." She paused to collect herself. "I'm Alice, your roommate,"
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KingHalliwell
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Jackson Stone
Jackson gripped the handle of the suitcase as he pulled it from the trunk of the car. His father stood silently behind him, eyes analyzing the school. It wasn’t uncommon for his father to comment on the architecture of the different buildings they visited, but today his father stayed quiet, thoughts somewhere else. Jackson’s mother stood beside his father, silent tears brimming in her eyes as Jackson pulled two more duffle bags out of the car.
“Alright, I think I have everything,” Jackson stated turning to face his parents, Jackson’s mother pushed forward, pulling him into a tight hug. “Tesoro, I’m going to miss having you around the house,” She said, kissing his forehead. “I know mamma, I’ll miss you too,” Jackson responded, returning the hug. When his mother stepped back, his father glanced over and moved to pull Jackson into an awkward hug. “I’ll see you around buddy.”
“Yeah dad, I’ll see you around,” Jackson answered, returning the awkward hug. Jackson gathered his belongings and started towards the check-in area. Glancing back at his parents one last time as they got in the car.
“Hi Jackson Stone,” He said to the woman handing out the information packages. She gave him a soft smile, searching through one of the stacks of paper to find his name. “You’ll be in room 101, Jackson,” She commented handing him his information. Jackson gave her a smile before he gathered his information packet and bags and moved toward the designated room. He hoped that no one would be there yet, but It was 8:30, so his chances were slim.
Jackson pushed open the door to the dorm, taking in the layout of the space. It was a large room, four beds, spacious room. Someone was already in the room, her back turned to the door as she set up her stuff. Jackson dropped his duffle bags and suitcase on one of the beds, “Names Jackson, nice to meet you.” Jackson said turning to the girl.
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Addison figured after relaxing for about twenty minuets that she should probably be a little productive. It was definitely going to be a challenge fitting all her stuff in this room if she only had the one dresser for herself. Maybe she'd have to buy some extra storage for herself like drawer to put under her bed, and maybe a shelf? Would that clutter the room too much? Maybe she'd ask her future roommates if they'd care if she brought in some extra stuff. If they wanted she could do the same for them after all. Wouldn't wanna come off as a show off right off the bat. Though her three large suitcases might already spoil that considering as she walked the halls most people only had one and maybe a backpack or a duffel bag. Was she spoiled? Yes, but she liked to think of it in a good way, not a bratty way.
Needles to say some things for now would stay in the bag until she needed them. She pulled her braids back into a high pony-tail and started with the one that had her more casual outfits and undergarments. Mainly because these were not something she wanted to be shifting through openly. She wasn't sure if she'd have male, female, or both kinds of roommate here, so she'd rather be safe then sorry. The idea of sharing a room with guys made her cheeks flush a bit. It was a selfish wish but she kind of hoped for all girls. After all she's never really had a girl best friend and the cliche idea of her roommate turning into one was kinda nice to her. If there had to be guys she hoped they weren't attractive.
She was almost done when she heard the door open up from behind her, so she tired to quickly stuff the few last personal items in the drawer. Welp so much for all girls because that was definitely a guy. She turned with a confident smile towards him and waved, "Hello, nice to meet you I'm Addison." One look and she could also tell she didn't get her second wish. That's ok she could do this. She had guy friends right? None of them were very close, and she never shared a living space with them...but it's not so different right? She lived with her father! Even if he wasn't home 90% of the time. She tried her best to not let her inner battle show on her face. It wasn't his fault she'd never experienced anything like this before. She just needed to calm down and think of this like an extended summer camp vacation. That's it!
She closed the drawer behind her and sat on the bed. "Is this your first time away from home by chance? You don't have to tell me, I'm just curious." She added a bit sheepishly at the end. She was just trying to have some small talk, but that has never been her strong suit. She's a much more direct kind of person, but it would just be rude and intrusive to ask personal questions 10 seconds into meeting someone.
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Addison figured after relaxing for about twenty minuets that she should probably be a little productive. It was definitely going to be a challenge fitting all her stuff in this room if she only had the one dresser for herself. Maybe she'd have to buy some extra storage for herself like drawer to put under her bed, and maybe a shelf? Would that clutter the room too much? Maybe she'd ask her future roommates if they'd care if she brought in some extra stuff. If they wanted she could do the same for them after all. Wouldn't wanna come off as a show off right off the bat. Though her three large suitcases might already spoil that considering as she walked the halls most people only had one and maybe a backpack or a duffel bag. Was she spoiled? Yes, but she liked to think of it in a good way, not a bratty way.
Needles to say some things for now would stay in the bag until she needed them. She pulled her braids back into a high pony-tail and started with the one that had her more casual outfits and undergarments. Mainly because these were not something she wanted to be shifting through openly. She wasn't sure if she'd have male, female, or both kinds of roommate here, so she'd rather be safe then sorry. The idea of sharing a room with guys made her cheeks flush a bit. It was a selfish wish but she kind of hoped for all girls. After all she's never really had a girl best friend and the cliche idea of her roommate turning into one was kinda nice to her. If there had to be guys she hoped they weren't attractive.
She was almost done when she heard the door open up from behind her, so she tired to quickly stuff the few last personal items in the drawer. Welp so much for all girls because that was definitely a guy. She turned with a confident smile towards him and waved, "Hello, nice to meet you I'm Addison." One look and she could also tell she didn't get her second wish. That's ok she could do this. She had guy friends right? None of them were very close, and she never shared a living space with them...but it's not so different right? She lived with her father! Even if he wasn't home 90% of the time. She tried her best to not let her inner battle show on her face. It wasn't his fault she'd never experienced anything like this before. She just needed to calm down and think of this like an extended summer camp vacation. That's it!
She closed the drawer behind her and sat on the bed. "Is this your first time away from home by chance? You don't have to tell me, I'm just curious." She added a bit sheepishly at the end. She was just trying to have some small talk, but that has never been her strong suit. She's a much more direct kind of person, but it would just be rude and intrusive to ask personal questions 10 seconds into meeting someone.
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jaelee
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Genevieve Weaver - STAR SAILOR
Vi, never one to be late (and currently without a home), had arrived embarrassingly early to her first day at Xavier's. Instead of strolling up to the front doors, she decided to float on up high from the gate and get a good bird's-eye look at the estate where she'd been spending her time. In spite of her lavish upbringing Vi was impressed. More than impressed, even. Her father's mansion was huge, but only because he'd knocked down the interior walls of terraced housing in a busy city centre. Having this much green surrounding the house was new. Appreciated. And still not the most exciting aspect of being here - after the hours she'd spent indulging in their history, she was almost a full blown X-fanatic. Her mind threw up the faces of the superheroes she was going to be instructed by. Who'd be waiting for her - and the other new arrivals - at the entrance? Xavier himself? Scott? Or her personal favourite, Ororo? Like she'd be that lucky.
Vi stayed up in the clouds, imagining her upcoming school year until her phone's alarm rang. Time to return to reality. Her gradual fall revealed with excruciating slowness the news vans that gathered around the gates. She could've fallen far faster, but it seemed unwise to risk throwing up on live television. Once she was recognised and identified, it'd be best not to embarrass her father further. Acutely aware of how needlessly ostentatious descending from the clouds towards a group of reporters was, and how condescending and shitty it made her look, Vi had developed a solid and bright red in her cheeks. Still she held her head high. She wouldn't degrade herself by trying to hide. Upon touching down, she scooped up her sizable luggage (easily with the help of her power) from among the chattering throng and rushed through the gates.
The heart almost thundered out of Vi's chest as she arrived at the entrance to her new home. Ororo and Kurt. Right there. She pulled up her phone on approach to tidy her appearance, patting down her hair and straightening out her dark suit shirt. Her phone went back into her pocket and her eyes set back on the heroes she'd almost caught up to. Then the thundering of her heart quieted. Reality set in. The history she'd seen online likely hadn't been an accurate representation prior to them losing their powers. She'd been obsessing over a fiction from two decades ago to ignore her reality, and now it stood in front of her, aged and depowered. It was like seeing a tiger stripped of its stripes. She had gained experience at her father's company in keeping her feelings from her face and attempted to put it to use now, suffocating her pity and sorrow beneath a gleaming smile. In this little welcome, Ororo seemed genuinely excited at least - and once again she felt awful, guilty she hadn't even considered their side of this bizarre situation. She asked very few questions and politely refused a tour. It took maybe three minutes.
Vi would've found her way to her new room - 102 - with ease, but was lured in by some of the facilities she passed on the way, most notably the indoor pool and the library. By the time she was done wasting time and made her way to her dorm, her two new dormmates had evidently already arrived and were mid-introductions. She pushed past her floating luggage and put on that smile again. This time, more genuine, as her excitement at being around other mutants was fast growing. "Always have to be fashionably late," she lied with a slight bow, only slightly miffed she didn't get first dibs on the bed of her choice. "Genevieve Weaver. Call me Vi if you don't mind, pleasure to meet you both."
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Vi, never one to be late (and currently without a home), had arrived embarrassingly early to her first day at Xavier's. Instead of strolling up to the front doors, she decided to float on up high from the gate and get a good bird's-eye look at the estate where she'd been spending her time. In spite of her lavish upbringing Vi was impressed. More than impressed, even. Her father's mansion was huge, but only because he'd knocked down the interior walls of terraced housing in a busy city centre. Having this much green surrounding the house was new. Appreciated. And still not the most exciting aspect of being here - after the hours she'd spent indulging in their history, she was almost a full blown X-fanatic. Her mind threw up the faces of the superheroes she was going to be instructed by. Who'd be waiting for her - and the other new arrivals - at the entrance? Xavier himself? Scott? Or her personal favourite, Ororo? Like she'd be that lucky.
Vi stayed up in the clouds, imagining her upcoming school year until her phone's alarm rang. Time to return to reality. Her gradual fall revealed with excruciating slowness the news vans that gathered around the gates. She could've fallen far faster, but it seemed unwise to risk throwing up on live television. Once she was recognised and identified, it'd be best not to embarrass her father further. Acutely aware of how needlessly ostentatious descending from the clouds towards a group of reporters was, and how condescending and shitty it made her look, Vi had developed a solid and bright red in her cheeks. Still she held her head high. She wouldn't degrade herself by trying to hide. Upon touching down, she scooped up her sizable luggage (easily with the help of her power) from among the chattering throng and rushed through the gates.
The heart almost thundered out of Vi's chest as she arrived at the entrance to her new home. Ororo and Kurt. Right there. She pulled up her phone on approach to tidy her appearance, patting down her hair and straightening out her dark suit shirt. Her phone went back into her pocket and her eyes set back on the heroes she'd almost caught up to. Then the thundering of her heart quieted. Reality set in. The history she'd seen online likely hadn't been an accurate representation prior to them losing their powers. She'd been obsessing over a fiction from two decades ago to ignore her reality, and now it stood in front of her, aged and depowered. It was like seeing a tiger stripped of its stripes. She had gained experience at her father's company in keeping her feelings from her face and attempted to put it to use now, suffocating her pity and sorrow beneath a gleaming smile. In this little welcome, Ororo seemed genuinely excited at least - and once again she felt awful, guilty she hadn't even considered their side of this bizarre situation. She asked very few questions and politely refused a tour. It took maybe three minutes.
Vi would've found her way to her new room - 102 - with ease, but was lured in by some of the facilities she passed on the way, most notably the indoor pool and the library. By the time she was done wasting time and made her way to her dorm, her two new dormmates had evidently already arrived and were mid-introductions. She pushed past her floating luggage and put on that smile again. This time, more genuine, as her excitement at being around other mutants was fast growing. "Always have to be fashionably late," she lied with a slight bow, only slightly miffed she didn't get first dibs on the bed of her choice. "Genevieve Weaver. Call me Vi if you don't mind, pleasure to meet you both."
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Christian Bellwood
"Right, room 102. Got it" Accepting the papers from the teachers outside Christian found himself wandering the halls of the school before heading to his dorm. He wanted to try and give his other roommates time to move in so that he wasn't the first one there. If they got to know each other than maybe they would ignore him for the most part when he came in. The inside was insane, possibly even more so than the outside, with halls that seemed to stretch on forever and ceilings that looked high enough to fit a crane in. Not to mention the plethora of facilities described in the pamphlet. He leafed through it for a couple of minutes, finding where places like the dinning room and gymnasium would be in relation to his room. There were a couple of other rooms that peaked his interest, mainly because some of them had the word danger right in their name, although some of them he made a point to try and avoid.
After roaming the halls for a while Christian decided that he had probably given his roommates enough time to get unpacked. That plus if he roamed around for any longer one of the teachers might think he was lost and try and help him. Navigating his way to room 102 he took out the key and unlocked the door, announcing himself with a brief greeting. "Hello, I'm-" He cut himself off as he took in the room, as well as the person in it. "Oh sorry, must have the wrong room." He quickly closed the door in front of him and stared at the number. Room 102, the same room number that was on his paper and the key he was currently holding. There was no way that this was his room, despite the fact that everything pointed otherwise. Sure he knew that this place was co-ed, but there had to be separate dorms for boys and girls right? Swallowing the growing lump in his throat he double checked the information, and after confirming it he checked it a third time hoping that he had misread it.
Okay, so this was his room and there was going to be a girl living in it. Nothing to worry about, how different could living with a girl be? All he would have to do is change literally everything that he did all the time while in his room. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his suitcase handle, key hanging in front of the lock as he slowly inserted it. Opening the door again he kept his eyes forward as he dragged his luggage in behind him. "S-so this is the right room. Um, you wouldn't happen to be helping your brother move in would you?" He hoped that she would say yes, that this was just a misunderstanding on his part and that her brother would walk into the room to clear everything up. "I'm Christian Bellwood, by the way." He focused himself on unpacking his bags, choosing the bed furthest away from the girl.
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"Right, room 102. Got it" Accepting the papers from the teachers outside Christian found himself wandering the halls of the school before heading to his dorm. He wanted to try and give his other roommates time to move in so that he wasn't the first one there. If they got to know each other than maybe they would ignore him for the most part when he came in. The inside was insane, possibly even more so than the outside, with halls that seemed to stretch on forever and ceilings that looked high enough to fit a crane in. Not to mention the plethora of facilities described in the pamphlet. He leafed through it for a couple of minutes, finding where places like the dinning room and gymnasium would be in relation to his room. There were a couple of other rooms that peaked his interest, mainly because some of them had the word danger right in their name, although some of them he made a point to try and avoid.
After roaming the halls for a while Christian decided that he had probably given his roommates enough time to get unpacked. That plus if he roamed around for any longer one of the teachers might think he was lost and try and help him. Navigating his way to room 102 he took out the key and unlocked the door, announcing himself with a brief greeting. "Hello, I'm-" He cut himself off as he took in the room, as well as the person in it. "Oh sorry, must have the wrong room." He quickly closed the door in front of him and stared at the number. Room 102, the same room number that was on his paper and the key he was currently holding. There was no way that this was his room, despite the fact that everything pointed otherwise. Sure he knew that this place was co-ed, but there had to be separate dorms for boys and girls right? Swallowing the growing lump in his throat he double checked the information, and after confirming it he checked it a third time hoping that he had misread it.
Okay, so this was his room and there was going to be a girl living in it. Nothing to worry about, how different could living with a girl be? All he would have to do is change literally everything that he did all the time while in his room. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his suitcase handle, key hanging in front of the lock as he slowly inserted it. Opening the door again he kept his eyes forward as he dragged his luggage in behind him. "S-so this is the right room. Um, you wouldn't happen to be helping your brother move in would you?" He hoped that she would say yes, that this was just a misunderstanding on his part and that her brother would walk into the room to clear everything up. "I'm Christian Bellwood, by the way." He focused himself on unpacking his bags, choosing the bed furthest away from the girl.
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GASTICIAN - Alisha KaurLocation: Room 102
A boy.
Alisha blinked when Christian first came in, startled that Xavier Institute would let her dorm with a male. Most schools she encountered were pretty strict about that - worried that putting two teenagers of opposite gender together would result in...unfortunate accidents. It seemed that Dr. Xavier's school was much more liberal. Or did they have a different reason for doing so? Either way, it seemed she couldn't keep one of promises she'd made to her parents as locking the door against someone with a key was both useless and impractical. While she was a bit disappointed that she didn't get the large room to herself, it wasn't a huge issue for her.
So long as he didn't live in a pigsty...like most other boys.
Tilting her head in thought, Alisha smiled in amusement when her new roommate came back in, introduced himself, then subsequently chose the furthest bed from her. At least he didn't seem the sort her parents would worry about. Not that Alisha intended to tell her parents anything about who she was dorming with. As honest as she usually was with her progenitors, there were just some things that couldn't be said. Especially in front of her father.
The Indian culture was strict about these things, especially before marriage.
"No," Alisha answered his hopeful question with blunt honesty. "My brother's in Massachusetts working towards his Engineering degree."
She was about to introduce herself to the boy unpacking when another person came in - a smartly dressed girl in a dark shirt and grey slacks. There was a masculine, handsome, appearance about girl, though what caught Alisha's eyes was the flying luggage.
"I'm Alisha Kaur. It's nice to meet you Christian. Vi." Alisha wasn't sure how to respond to a bow, so she simply nodded in greeting. At both of them. However, her gaze didn't linger long and was soon back at the matter of interest: the flying objects. The matter of locking where her lingerie was stored and figuring out where she was supposed to change with a male living in the same room forgotten.
"Your powers make things float?" Alisha questioned the handsome girl curiously as she tried to figure out how such phenomena was created. Magic? Movement of air? She'd seen all sorts of crazy thing on the news, but it always felt distant. Like it was from a different world, separate from the normal one she lived in. Even now, Alisha felt like an observer, watching everything through a glass lens, even though she was technically a part of it all.
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A boy.
Alisha blinked when Christian first came in, startled that Xavier Institute would let her dorm with a male. Most schools she encountered were pretty strict about that - worried that putting two teenagers of opposite gender together would result in...unfortunate accidents. It seemed that Dr. Xavier's school was much more liberal. Or did they have a different reason for doing so? Either way, it seemed she couldn't keep one of promises she'd made to her parents as locking the door against someone with a key was both useless and impractical. While she was a bit disappointed that she didn't get the large room to herself, it wasn't a huge issue for her.
So long as he didn't live in a pigsty...like most other boys.
Tilting her head in thought, Alisha smiled in amusement when her new roommate came back in, introduced himself, then subsequently chose the furthest bed from her. At least he didn't seem the sort her parents would worry about. Not that Alisha intended to tell her parents anything about who she was dorming with. As honest as she usually was with her progenitors, there were just some things that couldn't be said. Especially in front of her father.
The Indian culture was strict about these things, especially before marriage.
"No," Alisha answered his hopeful question with blunt honesty. "My brother's in Massachusetts working towards his Engineering degree."
She was about to introduce herself to the boy unpacking when another person came in - a smartly dressed girl in a dark shirt and grey slacks. There was a masculine, handsome, appearance about girl, though what caught Alisha's eyes was the flying luggage.
"I'm Alisha Kaur. It's nice to meet you Christian. Vi." Alisha wasn't sure how to respond to a bow, so she simply nodded in greeting. At both of them. However, her gaze didn't linger long and was soon back at the matter of interest: the flying objects. The matter of locking where her lingerie was stored and figuring out where she was supposed to change with a male living in the same room forgotten.
"Your powers make things float?" Alisha questioned the handsome girl curiously as she tried to figure out how such phenomena was created. Magic? Movement of air? She'd seen all sorts of crazy thing on the news, but it always felt distant. Like it was from a different world, separate from the normal one she lived in. Even now, Alisha felt like an observer, watching everything through a glass lens, even though she was technically a part of it all.
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Christian Bellwood
Okay so she wasn't helping her brother move in. Which meant that she was his roommate and that they would be sharing a room. And a bathroom. And a shower. "NO! No, bad thoughts! Stop it!" Christian felt the heat creep up the back of his neck as he set aside his laptop and charger. He was going to need a lot of time getting used to the fact that he'd be sharing a room with a girl. They were going to have to sort out the bathroom situation ASAP, cause there was no way he was leaving any of that to chance. One wrong move and he could kiss his chances of going unnoticed goodbye, along with his life depending on what kind of power his roommate had. Speaking of roommates he heard the light clink of keys as the door to their dorm was unlocked. Good, the other roommate was just arriving. Maybe they could be enough of a distraction to get his thoughts off of rooming with a gi-
It was another girl
For most men this would be a once in a lifetime chance that they would have to kill to get. Most people would have told him he was the luckiest guy on the planet. Yet all Christian felt in this moment was pure panic and despair. The girl that just walked in introduced herself as Genevieve, although she was apparently more comfortable with being called Vi. She had a slightly masculine appearance, although there was no mistaking the feminine aspects of her. The first girl introduced herself as Alisha to them both before thankfully focusing her attention on the floating bags next to Vi. Was her power levitation? If so than her power was a heck of a lot more useful than his was. Rubber limbs don't really help much for a lot of things, and the things they did help with were incredibly specific.
"Why couldn't it have been another guy? At least then I could feel less awkward sleeping in a room with them." As he finished unpacking his belongings he stuffed his empty bags underneath his bed and turned to face the two girls. He was really unsure of how to approach this, was being blunt the best approach? But what if they thought he was a creep who wanted to know when they showered? His reputation couldn't take that hit, he couldn't be known as the creepy guy he'd never be able to escape it. He couldn't just ignore the issue though, they were going to be living in the same room for who knows how long. Sooner or later one of them were going to slip up. "So," Christian started, sitting down on his bed "I'm Christian Bellwood, nice to meet you both." He rubbed the back of his head, a nervous habit that he'd had since he was a kid, and continued "So how is this going to work. You know, with..." He gave a wide gesture with his other hand, sweeping it across the entire room.
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Okay so she wasn't helping her brother move in. Which meant that she was his roommate and that they would be sharing a room. And a bathroom. And a shower. "NO! No, bad thoughts! Stop it!" Christian felt the heat creep up the back of his neck as he set aside his laptop and charger. He was going to need a lot of time getting used to the fact that he'd be sharing a room with a girl. They were going to have to sort out the bathroom situation ASAP, cause there was no way he was leaving any of that to chance. One wrong move and he could kiss his chances of going unnoticed goodbye, along with his life depending on what kind of power his roommate had. Speaking of roommates he heard the light clink of keys as the door to their dorm was unlocked. Good, the other roommate was just arriving. Maybe they could be enough of a distraction to get his thoughts off of rooming with a gi-
It was another girl
For most men this would be a once in a lifetime chance that they would have to kill to get. Most people would have told him he was the luckiest guy on the planet. Yet all Christian felt in this moment was pure panic and despair. The girl that just walked in introduced herself as Genevieve, although she was apparently more comfortable with being called Vi. She had a slightly masculine appearance, although there was no mistaking the feminine aspects of her. The first girl introduced herself as Alisha to them both before thankfully focusing her attention on the floating bags next to Vi. Was her power levitation? If so than her power was a heck of a lot more useful than his was. Rubber limbs don't really help much for a lot of things, and the things they did help with were incredibly specific.
"Why couldn't it have been another guy? At least then I could feel less awkward sleeping in a room with them." As he finished unpacking his belongings he stuffed his empty bags underneath his bed and turned to face the two girls. He was really unsure of how to approach this, was being blunt the best approach? But what if they thought he was a creep who wanted to know when they showered? His reputation couldn't take that hit, he couldn't be known as the creepy guy he'd never be able to escape it. He couldn't just ignore the issue though, they were going to be living in the same room for who knows how long. Sooner or later one of them were going to slip up. "So," Christian started, sitting down on his bed "I'm Christian Bellwood, nice to meet you both." He rubbed the back of his head, a nervous habit that he'd had since he was a kid, and continued "So how is this going to work. You know, with..." He gave a wide gesture with his other hand, sweeping it across the entire room.
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Jackson Stone
Jackson smiled at her, he could tell she was slightly uncomfortable with having a male roommate and she was doing her best to hide it. But if he was being honest, he figured he would have had a room of all dudes, but he wasn’t upset seeing Addison, it was just something he was going to have to get used to. “Uh kind of,”Jackson answered, giving her a soft smile, leaning on the edge of his bed and crossing his arms on his chest. “I used to spend a lot of time on Cape Cod with some of my friends, but this is going to be the longest time away from home.”
Jackson pulled one of his duffle bags over to a dresser and started to unpack, “how about you?” He asked as he began to put his clothes away. “If you’re willing to tell me, what is your ability?” He asked pulling out a stack of underwear before placing it neatly in the draw. Jackson’s mind turned to the possible diversity of powers within this group of new students, and if there were any powers that matched his own. He was also curious how they allocated room assignments, were there a mix of offensive/defensive abilities? He had a lot of questions that he hoped would be answered soon.
“What do you think our other roommates are gonna be like?” He asked absentmindedly as he continued to unpack. He pulled a picture of his mom and him, and placed it on the desk next to his bed, before placing another picture of a group photo of him and his friends, next to it.
Jackson pulled one of his duffle bags over to a dresser and started to unpack, “how about you?” He asked as he began to put his clothes away. “If you’re willing to tell me, what is your ability?” He asked pulling out a stack of underwear before placing it neatly in the draw. Jackson’s mind turned to the possible diversity of powers within this group of new students, and if there were any powers that matched his own. He was also curious how they allocated room assignments, were there a mix of offensive/defensive abilities? He had a lot of questions that he hoped would be answered soon.
“What do you think our other roommates are gonna be like?” He asked absentmindedly as he continued to unpack. He pulled a picture of his mom and him, and placed it on the desk next to his bed, before placing another picture of a group photo of him and his friends, next to it.
jaelee
Aspiring Amateur
Genevieve Weaver - STAR SAILOR
Vi’s face lit up after Alisha introduced herself and immediately brought up the topic of their mutations. The boy hadn’t technically introduced himself yet, but he seemed busy packing away his luggage, so she gave Alisha her full attention. “Not just making things float,” Vi teased with a dangerous grin, tapping a piece of luggage and changing the direction gravity pulled it - pinning it to the roof. “I can play around with how objects are affected by gravity. Change the direction they’re pulled, remove the pull, strengthen it, probably more on top of that I haven’t figured out yet.” As she explained she brought all her luggage to the only remaining spare bed, floating herself off the ground a little to fetch the piece she’d affixed to the roof. Something in the back of her mind told her being so obviously brazen with her abilities, and so desperate to show them off, was likely a social taboo. The rest of her mind overwhelmed those stupid anxieties with pure excitement, bursting from where she’d been repressing it back home.
She began neatly folding her clothes away, setting one outfit aside for after the shower she’d been unable to have since running away from home, and began to ask Alisha what her gift was when the boy spoke up. Thankfully, he seemed a little too distracted or maybe a little too embarrassed to notice her leap out her skin - in a rather short time, she’d forgotten he was there. When Christian finished speaking and his hand drifted over the room, Vi had to stifle her confusion, keep it from tarring her face. What the fuck was he talking about? She looked around the room again, and no, she was right. They had enough beds, so he couldn’t have been worried about that. And from what she could see, enough space for all their belongings and studying needs too. Wait, if he was like her brothers, was he used to the women in his house cleaning for him? Because that was not happening. No no, that couldn’t be it, if he was dense enough to just expect that he wouldn’t look nervous - the head rub was such an amateur tell.
And then it clicked.
Vi knew Americans were a little Evangelical but she didn’t realise this could even come up as an issue! They’d been pretty upfront about it being co-ed rooms, at least in her intro. Unable to stifle it, she let out a small laugh, the kind that used to draw her Dad’s ire in professional settings. How had this been where his mind jumped upon meeting them? “Generally I’d just recommend knocking on doors before opening them, if you’re this concerned. When we head into the shower in the morning, we can just get changed in there too. But I wouldn’t worry too much, it’d take far more to convert me to the other side than seeing your pasty chest.” Snickering, Vi bundled her change of clothes into her arms. “And with that mental image lodged in my head, I think I’m ready to try out a cold shower before we need to head downstairs.”
Vi only remembered the original topic of conversation she and Alisha had been discussing as she opened the impressive en-suite, spinning back to the other girl. “Oh! Get ready to tell me about your powers too, I want to hear it all.”
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Vi’s face lit up after Alisha introduced herself and immediately brought up the topic of their mutations. The boy hadn’t technically introduced himself yet, but he seemed busy packing away his luggage, so she gave Alisha her full attention. “Not just making things float,” Vi teased with a dangerous grin, tapping a piece of luggage and changing the direction gravity pulled it - pinning it to the roof. “I can play around with how objects are affected by gravity. Change the direction they’re pulled, remove the pull, strengthen it, probably more on top of that I haven’t figured out yet.” As she explained she brought all her luggage to the only remaining spare bed, floating herself off the ground a little to fetch the piece she’d affixed to the roof. Something in the back of her mind told her being so obviously brazen with her abilities, and so desperate to show them off, was likely a social taboo. The rest of her mind overwhelmed those stupid anxieties with pure excitement, bursting from where she’d been repressing it back home.
She began neatly folding her clothes away, setting one outfit aside for after the shower she’d been unable to have since running away from home, and began to ask Alisha what her gift was when the boy spoke up. Thankfully, he seemed a little too distracted or maybe a little too embarrassed to notice her leap out her skin - in a rather short time, she’d forgotten he was there. When Christian finished speaking and his hand drifted over the room, Vi had to stifle her confusion, keep it from tarring her face. What the fuck was he talking about? She looked around the room again, and no, she was right. They had enough beds, so he couldn’t have been worried about that. And from what she could see, enough space for all their belongings and studying needs too. Wait, if he was like her brothers, was he used to the women in his house cleaning for him? Because that was not happening. No no, that couldn’t be it, if he was dense enough to just expect that he wouldn’t look nervous - the head rub was such an amateur tell.
And then it clicked.
Vi knew Americans were a little Evangelical but she didn’t realise this could even come up as an issue! They’d been pretty upfront about it being co-ed rooms, at least in her intro. Unable to stifle it, she let out a small laugh, the kind that used to draw her Dad’s ire in professional settings. How had this been where his mind jumped upon meeting them? “Generally I’d just recommend knocking on doors before opening them, if you’re this concerned. When we head into the shower in the morning, we can just get changed in there too. But I wouldn’t worry too much, it’d take far more to convert me to the other side than seeing your pasty chest.” Snickering, Vi bundled her change of clothes into her arms. “And with that mental image lodged in my head, I think I’m ready to try out a cold shower before we need to head downstairs.”
Vi only remembered the original topic of conversation she and Alisha had been discussing as she opened the impressive en-suite, spinning back to the other girl. “Oh! Get ready to tell me about your powers too, I want to hear it all.”
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– InsomniacThe airport had been extremely accommodating, having lost his bags. Upgrading him to first class, and covering the costs, they had assured him that when he gets to New York the bags would either be there, or they would be sent to a location of his choosing, with further efforts to assuage his displaced mood. Not that his mood had felt all that displaced. Sure, he had played up his ire somewhat, but really, people lose things. Bad shit happens, and when it does you can choose to lose your shit over something, or you can just accept it and move on. Which is what he would have done – when they started to insist that this whole affair was more than it was.
At least he got a sweet bike out of it.
Siegfried smirked behind the visor of his helmet, the bike beneath him roaring loudly, the tingles down his smile making him press harder, leaning lower, as he made his way up the laneways that cut through the green of Upstate New York.
Normally he would take better care of his things, and perhaps be a bit more sensible. But pushing the thing into the red gave him all the excitement he had lacked in the last few weeks. They rented it to him. The airport chose to cover it. For all he was concerned, this was a toy on loan. And toys were meant to be played with.
Thinking about how bored he had been the last few weeks did almost dampen his mood. When the ‘professor’ had contacted him, he had also insisted that Siegfried no longer compete competitively. Even if he promised to play fairly. He did not even play for the money at this point. Fuck money. He had enough, and if he wanted more, he would get more the honest way. By making it. Literally. With a flick of his wrist and a napkin.
No… He played for the win. The sheer sense of power… the absolute fucking high he got from seeing those lazy, dumbasses weep over the heaps they were losing. And now what? Now he had to… abstain so as to better accommodate those he would be acclimating with.
What a load of shit.
As if he cared about some teenagers and their needs. He had been a teenager. In a way he was. They were selfish, dumb and full of way too many hormones. And now they have powers as well? Heck.. if he was anything to go by there would be fucking chaos within a week of this whole affair taking off. Hmm… perhaps was an opportunity… Make chaos. Close the school. Get back to life. Back to reality.
He sighed the sound not heard above the revved-up engine.
He had had this conversation many times now. On the plane here. In the car there. In the hotel before. At the table where he was when Charles had called.
And the words were still there. “You do what you do because people think you are honest. The moment they don’t think that – your game is up. You won’t ever play in the big leagues again.”
The man had sounded serious. And well… fine. He was somewhat interested in this.
According to the internet, this whole schtick was this mans whole life. If he threatened to expose him for just not attending… what more would he do when he found out Siegfried sabotaged everything…
Yeah… better not.
When the school finally showed up through the visor, he slowed down, enjoying the looks on the faces of the people… the news? Meandering about the entrance. Waiting for the gate, he just drove up, weaving through the crowds, keeping far enough away so as to not run any of them over.
The place was kinda nice. Of course, he had seen it online, but there was that old-money charm about the building. The courts and the like around it did give it a sort of -new money, new trash – kind of feel though. Like some dumbass rapper who got his first few million and splurged it on a mansion, only to rip out everything and gold plate the marble… God… what kind of classless fucknut would make his entire house gold. Some people just needed to be hit harder when they were children. Or something… Maybe they just needed to be hungry.
Parking the bike in front of the stairs, leading up to what he felt must have been the main entrance, he got off, left the helmet right there, and strutted up the stairs. In the distance stood the ever beautiful and gracious Storm, and next to her – with a quick ear he divined some German – Nightcrawler? He had checked them all out from before. Might be. Maybe just someone else. Afterall, the original blue looked very different. Much hotter if you asked him.
Smirking at the two of them, Siegfried nodded, taking he papers, giving Kurt the keys so that the man could run down eagerly to put the bike away. Glad that the interior was quite nice and calm, he started through the corridors, on his way to his room. He saw quite a few interesting people, but perhaps the most interesting was what he saw upon reaching his room – room 104. Hearing the girl talk, smirking at her stuttering. Leaning over Alice’s shoulder, he looked towards Gabrielle.
“No… No… Go ahead. She is stunning.” He winked at Angel, conveying with it the fact that he did find her and her mutation extremely hot, while also conveying that he was very much interested in playing up Insomniac’s stuttering and embarrassment. “Not that you are all that bad yourself, eh? Would you not agree?” He again turned his eyes away form Alice, towards Gabrielle. “I think, since there are only three beds here – my legendary luck has my back yet again.” He pushed, gently past Alice, entering the room, looking around. He decided not to choose a bed yet, letting them choose first. He unbuttoned the pitch black blazer of his tux, which was the only thing he had with him since his luggage went missing.
“I am of course Siegfried H. Elroy.” With a flick of his wrist, two cards appeared, fluttering over to the two of them, a picture of him as the King of Diamonds, and his name embossed on it. “And I ask that you ignore all of this bravado and arrogance. Forwardness if you will. I assure you it is but a meagre act to confer unto myself a sense of security within opening our initial interactions. Once I get to know you, I will become dreadfully boring. I assure you.” He chuckled as he walked over to the window, looking out. “May I know your names?” Not turning back to them, he kept an eye out on the outside, trying to see if there are any interesting faces. “I am open to numbers as well.” A boyish grin on his face, he smiled at them, before returning back to his snooping. "Oh, and I of course want to know what you do!"
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His smile put her a bit as ease as they started chatting lightly about things. She figured she should keep her hands busy too as they talked, so grabbed her journal from one of her other suitcases and sat on her bed as he started to pack, "Interesting! I've never been there, what's it like?" She asked curiously. She'd traveled a lot in her life, but it was mostly for well business not pleasure, and her mother always made sure she knew that. Even the places she had gone to she rarely really got to relax and experience them. "Same. I mean I've been gone for the summer a few times for different camps, but nothing like this." She explained. While her father could be gone for weeks and months at a time, this would still be the longest she would go assuming she stays here for a whole year.
She started doodling in her journal a bit as she talked, "Oh I don't mind, I mean everyone here is going to figure out our powers anyways right? I'm not quite sure what to officially call it but I can change my voice. I can sound like other people I've heard or I can make it really loud or really soft. I'm sure there is more, but I've not really practiced with it too much if I'm honest." She admitted. This was only semi by choice. While she did want to explore what she could do, the thought of somehow forgetting the sound of her own voice by mimicking others too much scared her. As an aspiring artist she knew the importance of originality, and she wasn't sure she could sustain that with her power. That and her mother forbid it's use in her presence, and in public. which pretty much meant only if she was home alone. "What about you?" She grinned curiously. This had to be the best part of coming to this school. She'd get to know so many other people and the amazing things they could do to. The world suddenly had no limits anymore on the human capability. And yes she says human because she doesn't view herself as being non-human just because she developed something extra in her genes.
"Hmmm" She tapped her pen against her cheek in thought of her other roommates. "I don't know. Maybe we will have another boy and girl? Maybe they are keeping the rooms even since it's co-ed." She shrugged a bit, "I just hope they are friendly. It would suck to get stuck with someone mean or grumpy all the time. Or a prankster...I would like to be able to sleep in peace without fear of waking up to a pie in my face or something foolish like that." Honestly her list of things she didn't want in a roommate could go on and on, but she was really trying to make a good first impression. "I hope they get here soon though because I'd like to meet them before we head down to breakfast."
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His smile put her a bit as ease as they started chatting lightly about things. She figured she should keep her hands busy too as they talked, so grabbed her journal from one of her other suitcases and sat on her bed as he started to pack, "Interesting! I've never been there, what's it like?" She asked curiously. She'd traveled a lot in her life, but it was mostly for well business not pleasure, and her mother always made sure she knew that. Even the places she had gone to she rarely really got to relax and experience them. "Same. I mean I've been gone for the summer a few times for different camps, but nothing like this." She explained. While her father could be gone for weeks and months at a time, this would still be the longest she would go assuming she stays here for a whole year.
She started doodling in her journal a bit as she talked, "Oh I don't mind, I mean everyone here is going to figure out our powers anyways right? I'm not quite sure what to officially call it but I can change my voice. I can sound like other people I've heard or I can make it really loud or really soft. I'm sure there is more, but I've not really practiced with it too much if I'm honest." She admitted. This was only semi by choice. While she did want to explore what she could do, the thought of somehow forgetting the sound of her own voice by mimicking others too much scared her. As an aspiring artist she knew the importance of originality, and she wasn't sure she could sustain that with her power. That and her mother forbid it's use in her presence, and in public. which pretty much meant only if she was home alone. "What about you?" She grinned curiously. This had to be the best part of coming to this school. She'd get to know so many other people and the amazing things they could do to. The world suddenly had no limits anymore on the human capability. And yes she says human because she doesn't view herself as being non-human just because she developed something extra in her genes.
"Hmmm" She tapped her pen against her cheek in thought of her other roommates. "I don't know. Maybe we will have another boy and girl? Maybe they are keeping the rooms even since it's co-ed." She shrugged a bit, "I just hope they are friendly. It would suck to get stuck with someone mean or grumpy all the time. Or a prankster...I would like to be able to sleep in peace without fear of waking up to a pie in my face or something foolish like that." Honestly her list of things she didn't want in a roommate could go on and on, but she was really trying to make a good first impression. "I hope they get here soon though because I'd like to meet them before we head down to breakfast."
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EddieTeddie
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Alice Marilla Reed
Where. Dorm 104 With. Angel
InTheSea
& Siegfried
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Mood. InterestedAlice had been so captured by the winged lady’s beauty she had not heard or noticed someone come close until a random guy’s face was right next to hers. “You fucker!” she exclaimed, feeling as if her heart was going to leap out her chest at the sudden appearance. A part of her wanted to push him away and cuss at him more, especially when his pointless flattery started. The need to be careful and considerate towards the girl with wings was not a sentiment she shared with him. If he wanted to be direct, she would also be direct.
Fuckings wanker… He was the type of guy she would have loved when she was ‘younger': Confident, flirty and good looking. And this twat was ‘fortunate’ enough to be stuck in a room with two of the opposite sex. Alice was personally fine with living with guys, she really was, she just hated dealing with the cocky ones. A part of her also worried how her winged friend would deal with it. It was tempting to give him a little slap, although she found it a bit intriguing to have such a lively roommate.
His whole appearance had brought her attention away from Gavrielle, as she had introduced herself as. Alice noticed she seemed quite nervous and when she wondered if she saw her as a monster, Alice felt her heart shatter. Was that how she saw herself? Like a monster?
“You? A monster? Do you really think anyone would think you’re a monster? No way, you’re more like an angel or something,” She answered sincerely. It was quite odd for her to meet a person that apparently saw themselves like this, it was so different from the acceptance she was used to herself. I have to tread carefully with her...
The boy, Siegfried, was once again on it, showing off some cards and speaking about himself. It was quite hard for her to figure out whether to roll her eyes or be embarrassed for him, but by the end of his introduction she couldn’t hold her laughter, it all seemed to stupid to her. “Are you fuckings serious? Do normal cocky Americans talk like that, or is it just you?” While talking she shook her head, turning around and going out into the hallway. She took all the bags and suitcases belonging to her one by one, carrying them into the room and to the bed closest to the exit. Once she was finished, she stared at the man, or boy would be more correct, as he looked out the window, asking for their names.
“Oh, of course good sir, tho as humble as I am, I can’t deny a request from someone as astonishing as you. The name is Alice Reed, however you may call me Miss Reed,” She said sarcastically, trying her best to keep an American accent, and holding a serious face. “And I dream, especially about pretty twats like you,”
When she finished she turned back to her bags, picking up the one she had brought as carry on and searched through it. One by one she picked up her toiletries, a change of clothes and a towel and placed them on the bed.
There was no point for her to explain her powers, she barely knew what they were herself.
The boy, Siegfried, kind of scared her. Already now she was tempted to turn back to the her that loved nothing more than teasing strangers as a pastime. Despite having gone through massive changes in attitude and personality the last few years, a part of her was still drawn to her much more playful side, not to mention the flirtatious side.
“I’m gonna go take a quick shower before I have to be among more people” Alice excused herself from the bedroom, heading for the bathroom along with the stuff she had pulled from her luggage. After travelling for a good 15+ hours, she felt disgusting in the clothes she had worn through crowded airports, stuffed airplanes and clammy cars.
It didn’t take long for her to put up her hair, strip down and take a 5 minutes shower. Fresh out of the shower, she did her best to freshen up. She brushed her teeth, put concealer under her eyes, moisturized her dry skin and filled in her eyebrows. The outfit she had picked for the day was an accurate representation of what she wore every day. It contained black jeans, a Slipknot t-shirt, avocado socks and her new grey denim jacket. Despite the makeup and fresh up, she still felt like a walking corpse when she looked at herself in the mirror. But the last time she had felt she looked awake was a distant memory.
“I need a cig,” she grumbled as she walked back to her new room and her roommates.
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