WELCOME TO NEXUS.

[Atomic Force]

It was sometimes difficult for Jean to give these tours. That was one reason why she volunteered. Not only did no one reallly want to do them, but she enjoyed the challenge. Being in such a super-heated emotional environment was good practice for her. She was both having to multi-task the physical aspects of presentation (which was wasn't uncomfortable with in the least) while balancing reading the stray thoughts that were skittering, tempering it with a teen's normal hormonal state. The effect was enough to give Jean pause on occasion. Luckily, she had enough practice that her poise was rarely shattered. She could just expect a nice little headache to reward her for her effots.

Green orbs locked onto Broadband as when he asked his question. There was a lot going on with the introduction of new students into the group and the relative resistance of current ones. She smiled at him as he spoke, knowing that even a few moments of personal acknowledgement could be beneficial. ~We will see some technology, yes. Is there anything specific that causes you pain? You may either answer me verbally or just think your response.~ Her mental voice was like her verbal one, kind and full of warmth. She passed along calming vibes with the message. It was always difficult when someone heard a voice in their mind for the first time. And she was moving on, being able to answer quesions in a private manner were a bonus. She did not want him to be uncomfortable, but she also could not spend the individual time to answer each question.

Sofia mimcked very nearly the question Jean had asked telepathically to Broadband himself. She started moving along down the hallway. There had been mixed responses to her speech, as she expected. It was hard to be terribly encouraging to a handful of kids that didn't know her, didn't know of her, and didn't know the school. All they knew was their individual problems. Jean wasn't professing to have a magic wand that would cure all, but at least she could sympathize. Nearly everyone under this roof had some sort of problems as a teen that made their lives uncomfortable, dangerous or scary. Sometimes just knowing that you were among like-minded individuals could help. A rippling of negativity caught Jean's attention, and she almost missed Julian's comment. ~I'm sorry about your parent's Julian. Most humans without powers don't have a point of reference to help them understand. Don't hesitate to seek me out if you want to talk about this further.~ And she was done. The important thing to her was that they know they had someone to talk to about this. She was being very generous about his parents. She had not met them and did not know what he went through to know if the relationship could be salvaged. It seemed to be hit or miss.

And just like that, depression flared to anger. Johnny was going to be as much of a pain as Bobby. She always felt like Bobby had used humor to hide his insecurities. "Boys! Cut it out. Not on my time." Her voice was sharp and cut like a whip. She had a good, strong voice when she wanted it. For a few seconds, her eyes blazed with a heat that spoke of darker things. One could perhaps speculate that she used that same gaze when staring down a foe. Then, it was done, and she was back. She just glanced at Johnny, her gaze disparaging. Green hair, really? She was glad that at least he let Julian's provokation roll off of his shoulders. She would have to keep an eye on the hot-headed teen. She literally had to hide an incredulous bark of humor at his next words. As it was, the wry smile tipped at her lips.

"Perhaps not. I never said you couldn't want. But gentlemen know how to -not- be vocal about it. Moving right along...we are going to tour the kitchen and the rest of the first floor. Then I'm going to take you to the lower levels, where the real fun begins." She knew that just like most schools, word would travel fast about some of their more interesting rooms located underground. Just before she was ready to lead the group on, Beth spoke up. A small smile trickled over her lips. "I will. They are located on the floor above this one." A pause, as she waited for any other residual questions.

EXIT Jean
TBC - Lower Levels > Danger Room > Touring Greatness Pt. 2

(( Unless anyone has any objections, y'all can all put another post out with the exit. When everyone's posted, I'll start one underground so they can have some fun in the danger room. I figure we can stick in the same order. ))

This post has been edited by Atomic Force on Aug 2 2012, 09:34 PM

[XxBroadband]

~We will see some technology, yes. Is there anything specific that causes you pain? You may either answer me verbally or just think your response.~

Having a voice in his head was virtually ignorable. Broadband probably couldn't say the same for everyone else. He had grown accustomed to the white noise background he had sensed for months now. Sometimes voices leaked from the static when he allowed one signal to filter through, but even then Jean's voice was like one of the countless one's he'd heard in his head from a television show or radio jockey as he projected it for all to hear. He nearly ignored it until he realized the voice was in answer to his question.

"There's a strong signal coming from below us. It's calling itself... danger or something." It was all he could really make from it without projecting what it was sending. "And sort of," he said to the girl who mimicked Jean's question. "Technology can give out signals and I pick them up... like hearing someone whisper." Broadband gave a nervous smile to the brown haired girl.

Eyes went to one of the older looking boys with snow-white hair. Broadband's eyes rolled to the ground, careful to keep his expression neutral as the teenager expressed he looked like a turnip. It did little to help with the self-esteem problem already looking like a giant disco ball compared to all the beautiful people around him. The teenager's hands reached out and waved in front of Broadband's face. He ignored the question, looked down at Johnny's outstretched hand as Broadband asked, "Do you... always--?" Then he was gone, hugging one of the teenager's that had an outburst.

At least it was less attention on himself.

Ignoring nearly everyone else as he focused on the tour ahead, Broadband did manage to notice Jolt wasn't around--thank goodness--but there were a few things Jean was discussing that he wasn't understanding, probably because they were directed towards someone else. Broadband looked over at... Uh... He forgot Chloroplast's name; nerves making his short-term memory awful. She asked about classes, which made Broadband smile as he realized something. He stepped closer to Beth as the tour continued on. Maybe it was because he saw the veins in her face that at least made him feel more relaxed around her.

"I saw ethics was a course. I'm thinking... I don't want to take ethics with... them." He looked around the feuding group as he walked with the rest.

tbc: Broadband - TBA

[Dust]

"Hello, welcome to Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning. If you're a student, please proceed forward into the living area for a tour of the mansion that is currently starting. If you are not a student, please wait here and a faculty member will assist you shortly. Thank you and have a pleasent day."

Sooraya, had heard the same automated message as the other students had. She stood alone after everyone else, amazed that she had not been noticed on the bus ride to the school or even as they entered the large mansion. To be the only person dressed in tradidional Muslim wear in a western society usually draws more attention than she thought but it set her a bit at ease, the other students were stuck in their own world just as much as she was; amazed by the new settings that they were going to be living in, excited by the new life they would lead, a safe place for their kind.

Being in the background, she took in her new surroundings, mainly how her new peers acted around each other. She had never been in a setting where boys and girls were allowed to be in such close proximity and for them to talk freely with each other the way they did. These actions made Sooraya uncomfortable, she had no idea how she was going to be able to adapt to the ways of the western world and still keep her beliefs intact at the same time, and this left a sense of worry deep in her core. She thought to herself, "How am I going to do this? How am I going to possibly fit in here?"

With this doubt, Sooraya fell deeper into the background, walking quite a few steps behind the rest of the group as the tour continued. She wished that there was someway that she could get the courage to speak up, but as she opened her mouth, no words seemed to slip out, nothing, just silence. Since this was not going to be a way for her to get acquainted with any of her peers, she again stayed quiet following the rest, and even though she did not know how she would react, she wished that someone would notice her, see that was there, the same as them. There had to be a way to know that she had a place here like everyone else.

She then thought about the past that she had. Almost being sold as a mutant slave, being torn apart from her mother and not knowing if she was going to see her again or if she was even alive. These were the most important and private thoughts she had, she kept them hidden to stay strong, but it was just a mask to keep others out. Memories of the kind American soldier filled her mind now, he rescued her knowing that she was a Muslim and a mutant, helping her be free of her war torn country and from the mutant slave traders that were going to sell her to Genosha. She suddenly realized that feeling sorry for herself was no way to start a new life. She had to thank Allah for surving this horrible ordeal and move on to her next chapter. Orbs of honey brown look around to the peers around her, and she thought to herself, "Maybe there are others here like me, with a harsh past that has led them here...had to fight in order to get their freedom and become accepted in this world. Just like me."

The pain and fear quickly washed from her face. Even through her niqab, a smile could be seen in her eyes. Not being able to fit in with the group seemed to float away, these were the last of her worries now, after letting go of the pain she felt and remembered the kindness of a stranger, Sooraya now knew that her goal was now to be strong, to be brave and be apart of something special, and that was to hopefully be apart of the X-Men, protecting mutant kind from the trauma that she had been through, but also to someday reconnect with her mother. With this new found strength, she picked up her pace and moved closer into the group of her peers as they continued the tour of the mansion. No longer held her head down, she tried to make eye contact with any of the other students she would now call friends. She was home now.

This post has been edited by Dust on Jul 31 2012, 11:39 PM

[~*Wind Dancer*~]

You know, Sofia sometimes got the feeling that her lack of mastery on the English language was not the only roadblock to fully assimilating to life in the United States. Sometimes people said things she didn’t understand. Not just basic translation understand, but I-don’t-get-it-even-after-the-translation understand. Her potential classmates would hopefully indulge her confusion. So far so good, the Latino mutant she had almost run over bravely stepped to the plate. Apparently, ‘the northern slopes tour’ meant ‘pecho’. That is, breasts. Not chicken breasts, but mammary glands. Golden globes. Hooters. Headlights. Of course, Sofia knew none of the aforementioned slang, but wouldn’t it be fun to explain?

Anyway, the girl flushed red. Her boobs? Why would he talk about that? And while Sofia was energetic and inquisitive, oblivious enough to ask the most peculiar of questions that a good number of people wouldn’t want to explain to a foreigner...there were occasions where she felt further inquiry was a bad idea. Most of her understanding of the English language was self-taught and in a very short period of time. She hadn’t had to know the language, though her mother did know it and sometimes found her young daughter parroting the odd English word she caught now and again. However, this was nothing compared to how she’d benefit from formal classes or, failing, just /more time/. And really, any time would be more than her father had afforded her.

Sofia, ever-buzzed with energy, was listening intently after assuring Julian that she was okay. Her attentions were side-tracked by Gabriel edging over and leaning in like he had a secret to tell. She leaned forward too, and was all-too-surprised at the warning she received. She had no idea what he was talking about until she saw the hand gestures. His hands opened and closed in a grasping fashion, like he was..oh. She knew the gesture - had seen it before in a really awkward moment of mistakenly walking into an empty classroom. Well, empty except for her two classmates. The gesture was the same, but the hand placement was...elsewhere. Sofia’s honey features were tinged in pink again, embarrassed. “Oh! No, no, él no haría algo así.” she said quietly back, assuring Gabe that Julian wouldn’t do that. After all, they hardly knew each other! It was a strange thing to do to a virtual stranger.

"Name's Gabriel, by the way. Never expected to meet another person who can speak Spanish. It's like we're destined to...," -- "...carrera into each other."

As expected, the covert look in Julian’s direction went right over the girl’s head. She smiled brightly back in what was quickly becoming an apparently signature flash of energetic happiness. “Yes, I do not run into many people that can speak Spanish.” But she wouldn’t use him as a crutch, really. She would master the language..someday. The Latina went to pay attention to the teacher again; she didn’t want to miss anything. Everything was great in Sofia-Land.

Unfortunately, all was not well in Julian-Land. Color Sofia surprised when the other teen angrily confronted Gabriel. Speak to what? What was happening? Fortunately, this was one thing not lost in translation or sailing over her head. Julian must have seen the hand gestures, figured Gabriel meant him. Did Julian know Spanish? She guessed the hand gestures must have been enough to upset him and her whispered defense/assurance hadn’t reached his ears. Or, if they had, he didn’t understand. Sofia didn’t like confrontations; didn’t like fights. In her country, people died over that. The quick-to-violence atmosphere made the teen very wary of these situations. Of course, the boys weren’t about to whip out the guns and knives or break out the power plays, but the jump was there in Sofia’s mind and it was alarming. She noted another girl - yay for one more! - was looking in her direction; likely the first time anyone had looked at her for answers to anything. Beth would find that Sofia would be of no help to her at all.

“Wait, wait, please do not argue.” Then she played rewind. “Wait - what do you mean with this - ‘where he is from’?” Frown. “His English es perfecto; why would you say that?” And his English was impressive to her. After all, if he could play translator for her, even for slang - which she found most difficult in the language - then he had to have it mastered. These implications about his background and ability to understand sounded offensive and Sofia’s hands planted themselves on her hips. This, this she understood. And while she took all manner of hurtful comments onto herself, she found defense of others extremely easy. So a little of the stereotypical Latina temper peaked out here.

The scene was broken up by another teen, the one with the snowy hair she’d been so interested in. Quite suddenly, he hugged Julian and appeared to be in great distress. However, after declaring he wasn’t loved enough as a child, the teen quickly recovered. She was so startled by the acted scene that she half-forgot about being slightly upset to begin with. Sofia had decided he must have done this to break up the argument. She found the idea pleasing and tried not to dwell on how she had gone from attempting the same to half-entering the argument herself.

Johnny’s ending statement kind of confused her. Sofia easily convinced herself that something had been lost in translation. She wouldn’t ask Gabe to make sense of it. The distraction was two-fold as the teacher sharply cut in, then three-fold as a girl - yay another one! - raised her hand to calmly ask about something simple. Something valid. Something that didn’t involve her breasts, groping, or manners. Classrooms. Sofia thought she remember passing some while lost exploring the mansion. The classroom question came in after the teacher mentioned a kitchen and lower levels. Sofia wondered just how large this place was supposed to be. Maybe I should make a map...

Sofia noticed they had a straggler in the group as they moved on. With worries of getting lost herself fresh on her mind, she worried that the covered teen - what curious attire? - would get lost too. The Muslim population in Venezuela picked up and soared under the welcoming regime of Hugo Chavez....starting in /1998/. But right now? Dust was just another teen mutant in the mansion with something 'interesting' going on with appearance. Hers just..wasn't physically permanent was all.

"Hey, you should not stay so far back. You will get left behind and be lost." Sofia stopped short of grabbing the other girl's hand, but did stop solidly until the girl came forward a bit more. Fights among the boys always seemed to occur when she was around. Maybe if she stayed over here with a girl, everyone would remain calm?


((TBC: Wind Dancer: TBA))

This post has been edited by ~*Wind Dancer*~ on Jul 31 2012, 09:51 PM

[XxVelocidad]

Gabriel raised an eyebrow with a small smile as Sofia responded to Julian potentially groping the girl. "If something sounds extreme, normally it's not true and just a joke. So here's a deal: I'll stop the sarcasm, and in return, you'll let me help you learn better English?" Not that it was bad, really, but Wind Dancer was giving several tell-tail signs she was struggling. The lack of contractions, mixing Spanish in with English, and the pronunciation of every word while inserting unneccesary words.

The boy that seemed to fawn over Wind Dancer had approached Gabriel, intruding on personal space as word vomit fell from his lips. Brown eyes looked around at everyone, embarrased not for himself, but for Hellion. If anything, Gabriel officially deemed the boy a drama queen. It was one thing to discuss things in a private, but an entirely different thing to call someone else out in public. Hellion obviously wanted the drama, which made Gabriel think there was something else going on he wasn't noticing yet. In complete disregard to Hellion's rant, Gabriel rubbed his chin in thought.

He looked at Sofia as she spoke, then back to Julian, then back to Johnny who decided to make an even bigger spectacle of himself. Gabe let Talon-Boy have his moment, but finally responded before Jean told them to stop. "That was a rather silly retort, man. Obviously I know English. If anything, you being aggressive just makes my joke less of one." Because aggression could be a sign of molestation! And... that was that; no sharp comments from Gabe and no unneccessary drama to be added. All Gabriel really did was look at Julian like the kid had some serious mental problems. He shrugged it off and moved on.

He did notice the newcomers this time, a girl coated in black garbs and another with skinny, green tendrils in her skin? He gave them both passing smiles, glancing around for Laurie, but not seeing her come back yet. She was sketchy. Why couldn't she just enjoy being around other people instead of darting off to do whatever it was she did? "We can start your English lessons once we find out what classes we're in. Hopefully we'll have a lot together so we can sit beside each other. I can help translate some of the harder material for you." Following the rest of the group, Gabe stayed fairly close to Sofia, attempting to interact with others as well meanwhile, in case Mrs. Grey-Summers said something Sofia wouldn't understand.

tbc: Velocidad - TBA

[Julian Keller]

~I'm sorry about your parent's Julian. Most humans without powers don't have a point of reference to help them understand. Don't hesitate to seek me out if you want to talk about this further

Julian didn't reply right away. He wasn't even sure how to reply to the telepath teacher. It was funny to have someone speaking inside his mind. Was she peeking around too? How would he respond to that? He wasn't a telepath like Ms. Grey, he was just a telekinetic. So instead of replying, he simply gave her a nod. What else could he do?

And he just hoped she wasn't peeking more than she should.


Things were getting way too crowded for Julian's tastes now. He started pondering if it was worth it to begin with. All of a sudden it was starting to look less and less worth it just because the girl was cute.

“Wait, wait, please do not argue.” Then she played rewind. “Wait - what do you mean with this - ‘where he is from’?” Frown. “His English es perfecto; why would you say that?”

Julian decided to ignore Gabriel's retort, the one that came right after his remark. But he turned to look at Sofia instead, with an honest look in his eyes. "Look, they can say what they want. But I would like to get to know you better." Then again, so did every other boy in the damn school, he thought. "I'm not disrespectful, I won't be groping you like they're trying to claim. But I would love to fly with you sometime. Maybe we can do that. I would like that a lot."

So some of the mask was gone and Julian showed the hidden boy that existed behind the bully and the superior air he put most of the times. It was for Sofia, in the end, and no one else, because he really thought she was cute and rather sweet. It was endearing.

Turning around, Julian frowned. It was too crowded. Remembering his parents didn't help him in the least. So a flight around the Mansion sounded really good right now. He turned his back on the others and simply headed to one of the windows, climbing on the edge, then setting off with his green glow up to the sky. He was sick and tired of people as it was. Sick of all of them.


TBC - Hellion - TBA

[SuperLuigi64]

Multiple girls seemed to be popping out of the woodwork. Not that this was a bad thing, of course. The first one had...green....veiny things, all over her. Heh, cool. She matched Techno's head! The other one was a girl who had been on the bus, decked out in a full burqa, but she'd been ignoring Johnny, Gabe and Laurie, so he'd ignored her right back. Either she was Muslim, or she was really embarrassed about her mutation. Or maybe her mutation was that dangerous? Too many factors! He stood back as Gabe took his own shot at Julian, though immediately afterwards, the redheaded teacher shut the whole argument. Johnny, who after all was hardly the target of Julian, was instead reprimanded by Jean Grey, who said that gentlemen tended not to advertise their desires. Perhaps, from the point of view of a person who preferred tact to truth, that was right. But frankly, he just did not care. Johnny remembered his mother, and what she'd told him: the truth. Always the truth, never sugar-coated. Anyone who couldn't handle it wasn't worth talking to in the first place.

He watched as the teacher began to move on, leading the little group away. Julian, of course, couldn't help continuing to run his mouth, trying the “honest nice guy” approach. Johnny rolled his eyes so hard at that that he almost had to tilt his head back to complete the motion. Julian was not a nice guy. He might be capable of being one, but that meant precisely nothing if he wasn't actually being one. Then he took off in a different direction, because apparently the whole situation was too much for him. Competition for the girl, getting his game shut down completely, showing off his jerkitude enough that even the naïve girl was getting annoyed at him. Leaving was a good idea, actually, before he ruined his attempt at recovering his reputation with the girl by, you know, continuing to be around her and showing off his true personality. Oh well. Johnny shrugged, then he grinned and bounced over to the green-haired kid once more. “Sorry about that. Some people need to understand that a hissy fit isn't gonna make things go their way. So where were we? Oh right, I'm Johnny. So, technology headaches?”

Unfortunately for the green-haired kid, Johnathon Gallo was simply not that easy to get rid of.

[Exit Ricochet: TBC: TBA]

[Chloroplast]

Beth beamed brightly enough to almost glow, as Jean answered her question with the positive answer she craved. She was also glad that a firmer tone had been taken with the immature boys; proving that it was definitely a fact that they generally aged a whole lot slower than girls did. With the exception of one, so far. Beth looked to the one who had very oddly called himself 'Broadband', and managed to push her pursed lips into a friendlier smile as he stepped closer.

"I saw ethics was a course. I'm thinking... I don't want to take ethics with... them." Following his gaze, she too, looked around at the rest of the group. Primarily, at the three other boys.

"Me neither,” she concurred, keeping her voice low as if she was sharing a secret. “But they could definitely benefit from a more intensive class right about now." It didn't occur to her that she probably sounded like a self-righteous snob, but with her roots in upper-middle class Maryland, in some respects, she just was. Right now, she was definitely feeling a sub-conscious superiority judging from behaviour comparisons alone.

As she walked following Jean's guiding footsteps, Beth couldn't help but cast the odd stare at one fellow student in particular. A very quiet girl dressed in black from head to toe, which begged to question why she felt the need to cover up completely. Religious purposes? Even some very orthodox Jewish women covered their hair for the Sabbath, but not like this. Beth quickly looked away before she got caught, only to find herself staring again a few seconds later. The problem was, she knew virtually nothing about this culture, and had never felt the urge to find out. She'd never even see a Muslim girl before now, other than on the news. Her former High School had been predominantly populated by Caucasians to match the rows of white picket fences found in the neighbouring, suburban areas. Exchange students were rare, and the Muslim community in her neighbourhood was practically non-existent. Perhaps it was just coincidence, or perhaps that was one of the underlying reasons that drew her own, Israeli parents to settle down there? It wasn't really something she'd ever needed to think about, but now she was both intrigued and weary of the unknown. Suddenly, the girl's brown eyes made contact with her own, forcing Beth to instinctively, very quickly look away; as though she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't.

Fortunately, there was Julian's dramatics to be distracted by, as he very oddly moved away from the group to a nearby window. Beth hadn't exactly been paying attention anymore to the drama unfolding between the others, but her eyes certainly widened now as the boy not only glowed, but also jumped straight out. She inhaled sharply, but the shocked breath turned into a more relieved gasp as he soared off rather than broke a leg. Rolling her eyes at his flamboyant exit, Beth focused back on the tour with a little shake of her head. She saw the two other girls pairing up, but remained in her own space rather than join in on the sisterhood bonding. The one called 'Johnny' was moving a little too close for comfort next to Broadband, so she quickened her pace slightly, making it quite clear that she wasn't really interested in conversing with him. The sooner she saw those classrooms, the sooner she could get back to her own 'me' time.

TBC: Chloroplast - TBA

This post has been edited by Chloroplast on Aug 8 2012, 05:52 PM

[Dust]

As Sooraya was feeling a bit more at ease with her new environment, she took in her surroundings and the people around her. Noticing the boys that were fighting for one girls attention. It was strange to her, the way that boys and girls interacted in Western society, in her culture this would never be approved, but she was in their world now, she would have to accept the fact that her belief system was not the only one. Her eyes then moved to Gabriel, who while passing by her (again moving to Sophia) gave her a brief but polite smile. She nodded in his direction and gave a simple, "Hello, I am --." But before she could finish her greeting, he was already giving his attention to Sophia, which did not bother her, it seemed as though Sophia was going to have to fight these guys off with a stick just to finish this tour.

It seemed as though the fighting had died down as the group began to walk further, which Sooraya was more than pleased about. She took in her new surroundings, the amazing layout of the mansion, and even looking out through the windows she could see lush gardens that were then met by forests that seem to stretch as far as the eye could see. She had only seen pictures of landscapes and could not wait to investigate them further. As she was enjoying her view, it was suddenly interrupted by the light grasp upon her arm. Feeling a slight tug, she was pulled closer into the crowded group, not knowing who it was from. As she looked down, she saw slender finger holding on to her wrist, and looking up she noticed it was Sophia, the girl that had been receiving the attentions of the boys in their class. She was glad that someone had taken the initiative to include her into the group, she knew that for them, a girl covered in traditional Muslim dress was a bit unnerving, and she understood that very well.

She turned to the Sophia as they continued their walk and was finally able to get an introduction in. "Hello, my name is Sooraya Qadir." A smile came across her eyes as she made the introduction, for the fact that she had seemingly made a new friend and the fact that she had washed away her fear of being an outcast of the group. "I see that you are very popular with the males in this school. It does not make you uncomfortable? All of the attention?" She asked more out of worry for Sophia and less to dig about how the way they were interacting actually made her uncomfortable. When Sooraya opened her mouth to speak again, she was again interrupted but this time by Julian, who seemed to be the biggest cause of all of the arguing going on.

"Look, they can say what they want. But I would like to get to know you better."
"I'm not disrespectful, I won't be groping you like they're trying to claim. But I would love to fly with you sometime. Maybe we can do that. I would like that a lot."

As he finished his kind words to Sophia, Sooraya could not help but notice that he seemed a bit of pain as he spoke, he did seem a bit brash, but she could not judge him on that alone, in the words that he said to Sophia, he actually seemed quite genuine. But before there could be any words said, she saw him pushing through the group and jumped out of the open window nearest to them. Slim brows pushed together with a sign of worry as she watched his exit. She felt sorry for him a bit, he did not get a fair chance from the others since he seemed to only show his defensive side.

Well ... Maybe.

Sooraya turned to Sophia, as she was about to open her mouth to tell her to go after him, she stopped, it was none of her business. So she left that for another time, another place. She wanted to now enjoy the rest of her tour, and with the ruckus seemingly coming to an end with the exit of Julian, that very well may happen, not just for her, but the rest of her peers. While they followed behind Jean, Sooraya noticed curious and wary eyes on her. She now turned her attention to the girl with the skin glowing of green. She could tell on the girls face that she was not only uncomfortable with the way she was dressed, but there was something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She noticed it more when their eyes met, the girl quickly unlocking their gaze from each other.

Though she knew what it was that made people so uncomfortable about her, she had no reason to be angry about it, she knew it would take some people more adjusting to her and her beliefs. She knew their would be questions asked about her way of dress, her disappearances to pray, and about her belief system, but that would happen to her no matter what setting she was in. Sooraya knew she would just have to show that she was like them, an ordinary teenager, overcoming the same hormonal issues and doubts that come with these teen years. That they were all people with abilities beyond human belief, and the girl in the flowing black abaya was special too, even though coming from different like them, religious beliefs or not, they all had something in common, they were all mutants and that would hopefully bind them together, not rip them apart.

Sooraya continued with the rest of the group on the tour, this was a new start for her, a way to belong. Her excitment grew, knowing that there was much more in store for her than she would have ever expected.

TBC: Dust TBA

This post has been edited by Dust on Aug 9 2012, 04:10 AM

[Shepherd]

Jeb was fast-walking through the hallway, heading towards the place where Miss Grey told him to meet for the tour. He felt like he was late, and because of Paige distracting him he probably was, and so he was rushing until he saw all the students crowded in the entrance hall from the floor above. He froze, leaning against the banister to get a closer look. A handful of heads he didn't even notice. Geez, how many new students did the Professor bring in at once? Well at least he wouldn't have to be called the 'new kid'...

When the group started to move, Jeb jumped inside. "Hey, wait up!" he yelped, breaking into a jog down the staircase to catch up with them. The tour was starting, and he didn't want to miss it. Nor did he want to be anymore late than he already was because that did not reflect well on him. Not when he was trying to be an X-Man like Sam and Paige. He had to be perfect in every which way, which included being punctual.

Wearing a hand-me-down red button down shirt that was one size too big for him and a pair of worn-down jeans, Jeb slipped into the group that was being led by Miss Grey. He hoped she wouldn't notice or at least that she wouldn't hold it against him that he hadn't been there sooner. Weaving his way into the middle, he passed a teenager with white old man hair and a girl with strange green veins covering her face.

Whoa, Jeb thought, his jaw dropping slightly. He was struggling to look away from her as he walked until he caught sight of a familiar head of green hair just ahead of him. It was Broadband, and Jeb suddenly felt the urge to run away.

Just apologize, he told himself, nervously lifting a hand to tap Broadband on the shoulder with. Even though none of what happened was yer fault, it wasn't worth losing a friend over. "Hey Broadband..."

[EXIT Jolt: TBC - TBA]

This post has been edited by Shepherd on Aug 9 2012, 05:08 AM