Schools For New Mutants

Neale

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The Professor Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters

is what the bronze plaque on the massive stone gates said. It was an early fall day in Westchester County, New York, and the leaves had not yet begun to turn. The weather was still warm, and sky was a magnificent azure. Each student had been contacted by various means, and invited to this very exclusive school, and given the opportunity to come here to learn to control their awesome powers, as well as to join Xavier's dream of uniting humankind and mutantkind.

The students were picked up from their respective homeplaces by a hired limousine, the drivers of which seemed strangely incurious about their passengers, almost as though they were in a trance. The new arrivals were greeted by an older, bald man in a wheelchair, Professor Xavier himself, and made to feel welcome to their new home. He had managed to time things so that everyone arrived at nearly the same time.

"Welcome to your new home, my students... welcome to my dream. You are to become the new generation of XMen, worthy successors to a fine group of heroes, who laid down their lives in defense of humankind. While it is my hope that we will find a way to live amongst humanity in peaceful coexistence, I must admit that it will be difficult. The path we have chosen is not an easy one, nor a safe one. If any of you wishes to leave now, and attempt to hide from the humans... I will understand."
 
"Gifted...There was a nice way of putting it." I thought to myself as I read the sign on the gate that surrounded the giant compound.

The limousine pulled up to the front door. I picked the bag up off of my lap and stepped out of the limousine.

"Wow...I'm early...that's a first." I mumbled to myself. The driver walked to the front door of the giant mansion, opened it, and motioned for me to enter. I walked inside and gawked at the elaborate interior. I was mesmerized by it all, it was so beautiful...well, more beautiful than the streets that I was used to living on.

My trance was broken by the low humming of an electronic wheelchair. In it was an aging bald man who was giving me a warm smile.

"Hello Brad."

"Hello. You must be Professor Xavier?" I asked. I wiped the sweat off my hand on my shorts and extended my hand, inviting a hand shake.
 
Angel:

I really had no idea how long I had ran, or even how my tired legs could have carried me so far. After awhile, I slow down to a trot, when it became apparent that I had lost those bastards. I hope.

Soon, my pace slowed down to a walk, as I looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. How on earth did I manage to get here.

I bent over abit, to catch my breath as I rested my hands on my tired thighs. Then my mind started to whirl around, and I felt really light-headed. My knees gave way as I collapsed onto the hard concrete, the last thing I see is the bronze plaque...
 
Professor X

"Brad, welcome! I apologize for starting your stay here with a mission, but there is a small matter that I need your help with. Angel, another new student, has arrived at the gate, and has collapsed from exertion. Would you please come with me, to bring him in?"
 
Massachusetts Academy

Emma Frost walked through the hallways of the school. Her head swung side to side as she examined everything around her, her shoulder length blonde hair swinging around her face as her sharp blue eyes took in every detail.

The academy must be ready for her students. She had undertaken a very important task-to take in young mutants and train them to survive against the mutant hating humans that outnumbered them so greatly. She gave a small snort of disgust as she thought of the powerless men and women who would kill or harm what they could not themselves have or understand.

A smile came to her lips as she finished her inspection and she gave a short nod of her head. Everything was set up perfect as usual. She would have it no other way. Looking at the clock on the wall, she realized that the first of her new students would be arriving soon.

Turning to where she could view her image in one of the classroom windows, she was pleased to see that her white corrset, short white skirt and white business jacket were looking crisp and business like. She was ready.

Moving to the front door, she eagerly awaited the arrival of the first student.

OOC: I will see about getting a picture of Emma set up for those of you who are not familiar with her.
 
Rainbow

He had arrived, all 20 years and 5'11'' of him. He had stopped using his name so long ago, since the other kids had. Scott Madden was 'blessed', although he didn't think so.
His sullen visage looked at the plaque. How many times had he longed to be part of a group. Could this be the time?
His powers were somewhat mystifying. By twisting and turning his fingers a certain way and thinking of a color, a small globe of that color would shoot from his fingers.
He discovered the accident during a session of rage, crossing his fingers had produced a red globe that attacked a kid who kissed a girl he liked. The red globe attacked the kid, causing the kid to fall down unconscious.
Over the years he had found blue (caused things to freeze), grey (caused a big water explosion), green (forgetfulness and confusion), brown (suggestion, like hypnotism) and orange (very dangerous fireball, thankfully it happened in a wide open field)
He had also somewhat mastered the art of having harmless colored globes dance on his hands. He took up juggling them, and it was an activity that soothed him in high stress times.
 
Cai Chan: Uncertainty

Cai approached the door of the Massachussets Academy dragging her feet. She did not know why she was here. Well, she knew why she had responded to the invitation. She had nowhere else to go. Everyone hated her and she wanted to get out of the neighborhood. However, she did not know why she had been invited to a mutant school. It wasn't like she had any powers or anything. Sure, sometimes she blacked out and when she came to, people were looking at her strangely, or something weird had happened. But that had nothing to do with her, surely. If she was powerful, she wouldn't be in the mess she was. She approached the door slowly, in fear, and knocked.
 
Emma Frost

Emma opened the doors just as the first of her students knocked upon it. Looking at the girl before her, she smiled. This was one of the students who needed her help most. She would have to arrange for some private tutoring. Unknown to the young woman, others resided in her mind and used her body when needed and it would take time to reach all of them...Emma's ultimate goal, to give Cai control of the other personalities so that she could bring them out as she needed them instead of the young woman being buffeted about at the mercy of whomever would appear.

Emma studied the girl's face and nodded in sympathy as she read the signs of someone abused at the hands of people who did not understand and feared those different from themselves. Stepping forward, she very gently draped her arm around the girl. Feeling her pull from her, Emma sent out an aura of well being, letting her feel that she ment her no harm.

"Welcome, Cai," Emma said in a warm voice,"Welcome to the Massachussets Academy. I am the headmistress, Emma Frost. Lets get you settled into your room and we can talk a bit later. I am so glad you could make it."

As she lead the girl up the stairs to the room prepared for her, she mentally sent out a word of welcome to each of the personalities that resided in the girl. "Anh-Dao, Ei-Wei, Wei-Fong, Fu, Shen...welcome and know that you are in good hands. Soon there will be no reason for you to hide from the light of day...this I promise."

They had come to the room as the message ended. "This is where you will stay,"Emma said, opening the door. The room had been furnished in the orental style to make Cai feel more at home and, as Emma handed the girl the key to the room, she said,"I hope it is to your liking. Why dont you get settled in while I greet the other students and we will talk later? And dont worry, you are safe here with people who understand and want to help you."
 
Brad Hanks/Fallout

I agreed, willingly, to help out with the collapsed mutant. The Professor nodded his head and the front doors flung open. I chuckled to myself and said "Very cool..." The professor replied with a smile and moved forward.

After a long walk down the driveway, we arrived at the front gate. "Jesus!" I yelled as I ran towards the body laying on the pavement. I tore my shirt off and wiped the sweat pouring from their dirty face.

"Are they going to be alright, Professor?" I asked with a concerned look on my face.
 
James Tao

The School for Gifted Youngsters. Well that's one way of describing it I guess. Better than a school for freakazoids that's for sure.

Standing at the gates with a few others around me I realised that my mutation was the least appearence altering; I still looked human, but with some of these guys you could tell a switch had been flipped in their genes! Maybe I'm not so much of a freak after all.

Walking up to the mansion I could see the Professor and another student tending to someone passed out on the floor. Concerned, I went over to them to take a look.
 
ack! I need to search for the ooc boards before I post!

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[Edited by Vivid on 05-22-2001 at 02:50 PM]
 
VINCENT/Parasite

Vincent let the wind sing though his hair...The duffle bag held almost all his worldy possesions. In his short life time he had been everything from a vagrant,a hound and a slave. But now as he looked at the grounds of The Massachussets Academy he felt....home. He was SO tired of being afraid, so tired of being alone, so tired of having no course and no future..Ms.Frost had changed all that. And he for one couldnt wait to start training.Vincent put his sunglasses back on.."first day of school theres always bound to be a few sharks looking to prove they rule the pond...best not show my teeth unless something tries to bite"
 
Esper

As I approached the gates, I was glad to see that only a few others had arrived. I had never liked crowds. Too many stray thoughts flying around. I couldn't block them all out. Even now, I caught a few things from the people around me. It was comforting to find that most of them were as uncertain about this as I was. Some were checking out the other students, wondering about their powers and their appearance. I self-consciously adjusted the sunglasses I wore to hide my eyes. Eventually I might feel comfortable enough around these people to take them off, but not yet.

As I walked past the gates, I saw Professor Xavier and a few of the other students gathered around something on the ground. When I got closer I saw that One of the students was tending to someone who had collapsed. I stayed back, not wanting to get in their way.

"... She was running from someone," I said, hoping that would help. I hadn't even tried to reach into the person's mind for that. The thought just came to me, along with some other unpleasant things associated with it. Not for the first time, I wished I had at least a little control over what I saw.

[Edited by JediKnight on 05-23-2001 at 09:49 AM]
 
Robbie-Hax

Oh man, why did I have to go to the bathroom at the Airport!!!!. I had missed the Limo and had to take my own Cab to Dr. Xaviers school and because it was around 44 miles from the airport to the School and the average speed of NYC cabs was 39 mph(In country driving) and when you factor in Airport traffic which, according to the US Department of Transportations latest statistical release meant that I'd be, well, late anyway.

I adjusted the thin rimmed glasses that rested on my nose and tried to admire the countryside that rolled past. Hmmm, Those farmers seem to be using the outdated circular rotation method of crop irrgiation I thought. Why with a little work I bet they could increase output by 17-19% easily. As I get lost in my plans to improve the farming methods of Westchester I barely notice that the Cab has stopped and we're in front of the large Mansion.

"Get out Kid, We're here." The Cabbie said gruffly

"Oh sure. How much do I owe you?"

"54.00." I count out 67.50 from my wallet and instruct the Cabbie to keep the change. Walking around the cab I look at the building with awe and wonder.

"Wow, a Neo-Tudor style mansion in this part of New York. I wonder who would have designed it." I say as I drag my heavy suitcase out of the trunk. Noticing the other youngsters standing around I simply smile as say

"So what'd I miss?"
 
Joseph walked towards the large main building of the academy and thought So this is where my home is. He liked the look of the place as soon as he had set eyes on it as it had the feel of home to the place. He stood there and ran his fingers through his hair and looked at the door, wondering whether or not to knock. He was wondering if he would be accepted in this place but the woman that he had spoken to had told him that he would be accepted and that his gift would be appreciated. He took a step forward and knocked on the door, waiting to see what would happen.
 
Cai -> Ahn-Dao Chan: Confusion

It was all Cai could do to avoid blacking out as she was led into a room the likes of which she had never seen since her grandmother showed her a photograph of home. She didn't know what had happened, but she had 'heard' Ms. Frost's voice in her mind, and then everything went haywire. She no longer felt like herself. She no longer felt like anyone, but like several people. It was terrifying, and painful. A crowd yelling in her own head.

Barely consciously she allowed herself to be led to the bed and sat down. She stared, unseeing, at the oriental rug as Ms. Frost left the room to speak to other new arrivals. As the door closed, she felt herself sinking backwards into darkness...


...Ahn-Dao looked around at the oriental fixtures of the room she was in. How had she got here? She had no idea, but that could probably be determined from an examination of both her current situation and the grounds. Perhaps the person who had called her name was still around somewhere. Obviously, whoever it was, meant her no immediate harm. They also appeared to wish to be allies as they had given her a room tailored in the style of her family's homeland. Very well, she should explore. Ahn-Dao drifted through the doorway, into the rest of the academy.
 
Eddie Deadeye - Massachusetts Academy

For the first year after my power emerged I had done little but run. Take the food, take the gear, take whatever I needed. Not really, but so long as I always moved on, my power was pretty good at defending me, if nothing else. I feared nothing, 'cept perhaps that I had got used to the fear.

Whats the use of reading minds if every one is filled with you and fear and revulsion?

If people couldn't see my eyes they were ok. But sometimes it seemed that even a polaroid would hit them like the light of an oncoming train. Not really, but close.

That's how I found out about this place. Weeks ago in a totally different city I had used my power to mug this rich guy. Turned out he was a member of the hellfire club. He knew about the Massachusetts Academy. So now I do too.

Back in that other City I was convinced, that I was A-grade material. Standing here I am not so sure. There is already someone standing at the door. I have always been observant. This guy looks a little scary. Worse than that he looks invited.

Maybe I will just watch from here for a bit.
 
Rainbow

Time to cure some nervousness

I created three blue globes and juggled them idly.
 
OOC: got quite a healthy group of ppl. :) and btw, Angel's a SHE...:) my mistake...realised i didn't imply at all...

[Edited by mfucker on 05-23-2001 at 06:21 AM]
 
Tara McLaine aka Dream

"Let me out here, please."

The limo driver actually turned in his seat and stared at me. "It's quite a walk to the building from here."

I nodded quietly, looking out of the tinted window to outline the large building with my eyes. I couldn't see all of it... not completely, but what was there I wanted to find on my own. Not have a driver bring me up to.

He shrugged, and stopped the car, unlocking the doors and letting me out into the fresh country air. Quite a difference from the New York City I was used to... or the Dublin before that!

I dragged my heavy suitcase along by its pull-chord. Amazingly the wheels didn't stick in the grass, but... then well, the day seemed to be going my way so far. Now I could start to understand about my powers, and hopefully learn more about myself.

At last, the mansion rose full in front of me. Yet my eyes weren't able to stay on the bronzed plaque too long, instead being drawn toward two young men: one unconscious, the other helping, and Professor Xavier watching over them. I smiled slightly, despite the situation. I had talked with Professor Xavier extensively through emails and the rare phone call when he had time.

"Professor Xavier? Would you like some help?" I call, leaving my suitcase, and smaller duffel where it lay, and step over to the small group. Watching the unconscious man, I wanted to seek into his dreams... see if he was alright. But I wasn't sure how to do it. I'd done it before, but.... I don't know how I did. It's a weird thing, having powers.

Instead, I pressed a palm against the unconscious one's chest, and looked up to the other. "We should get him inside," I offer, my Irish accent coating my words, giving away my heritage. "Professor? Where should we put him?"
 
OOC: just read all the posts, didn't realise everyone was crowding around me. apologies. btw angel's a her....:)

Angel:

My eyes bolted open as I sat up quickly. I try to take in my surroundings but in vain. I was hopelessly lost. Where on earth am I?

I can sense pressing auras all around me, but the strongest feeling I get...is from some old man on a wheelchair sort of thing.

"Who are you people?" mixed sensations of fright and anxiety shoot through my body.
 
Rainbow

"I'm Rainbow," I say to Angel. "Can I get you something cool for your forehead?"
 
Angel:

Just as Rainbow spoke, I felt his overbearing aura; not quite as strong as the old man's. I could only nod, still totally confused by the situation.
 
Rainbow

He concentrated and twisted his fingers until a blue sphere appeared. He held it in his palm until it became a block of ice and wrapped it in a bandanna he kept in his back pocket, applying it to her head.
 
Angel:

I could've sworn that I saw him MAKE an ice cube right in front of me, but then again after all the happenings in the day, I could never be sure.

I waited for the effects of the ice block to have its effects on me; it did feel good on my forehead.

"So, where did you learn to do that?" I finally asked.
 
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