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Post by Jean Grey on Jun 8, 2013 23:14:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background, imageshack.us/a/img248/4706/jeanbody.jpg] Jean felt a bit guilty, to be honest, that Kitty had given her such a nice room. A lot guilty, actually, since it was Kitty’s room first, and she’d just given it to Jean without a second thought. Jean really would’ve been fine with a room that was actually reserved for students of the school, but she’s not even sure if she classifies as a student anymore, and so she probably doesn’t deserve a student room, either. There was, of course, the elephant in the room; that nobody on the faculty trusted Jean to be around the other students. She was too volatile, too new to the future. To be honest, Jean agreed with them. She was a wreak of a girl, all nerves. And she’d been getting so much better at not being a total freak of nature, or at least acting like she wasn’t. But throw her into the future and suddenly she was crazy again; the same depressed little girl that had needed Professor Xavier’s help in the first place. With a sigh, Jean let herself fall back onto the queen sized bed, her red hair fanning out on the pillow. She could hear small thoughts in the back of her head, new students moving in. She had yet to let herself out on to the grounds. For one, she was getting sick of hearing, “oh my god, is that Jean Grey?” In addition, she knew that she was no where near being able to handle how different the school was from how it used to be. It had floating towers, now-that was enough to make her quite nervous, thank you very much. She shut her eyes, taking a moment to focus. Stretch her limbs. Curl and uncurl her fingers and toes. Anything to keep her mind clear. She reached out with her telekinesis, shutting the blinds before rolling onto her side. Maybe she should just nap. WORDS: 325 TAG: WEARING: SUPER CASUALNOTES:
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Post by Steven Vandergraf on Jun 11, 2013 22:19:09 GMT -5
Steven had every intention of chilling out and even introducing himself to the professor. He intended to properly say hello to the other students and get himself all nice and introduced. He also was going to ask about classes like the kid that just got cut because he was curious as to how classes worked around here. Was there a Superpowers 101 or something? Steve also planned to finish his unpacking after getting back his suitcase from the lawn.
Of course, all that went flying out of the window much like his suitcase when HE showed up.
It was him. Like, REALLY him. He knew that the one who was talking to him was a professor and a big deal and whatnot, but he wasn't THIS guy. Steve's eyes began to widen to a point where they might simply fall out of the sockets and his mouth hung agape. Standing before him, within twenty feet of him, was Wolverine. THE Wolverine. The AVENGER Wolverine. He slowly started trembling from nervous excitement.
Back home it was common knowledge that Steven was the ultimate Avengers fanboy. He had a t-shirt for every Avenger and he spent hours upon hours online sometimes talking about them and all the things they did. Alien fighting, super-villain beating, globe saving, and everything in between. And here, right before him, was one of them.
At this point he pretty much lost it to something he called 'Fanboy Mode'. Whenever he got like this, he would immediately begin gushing and jumping around and yelling about whatever it was that was exciting him. In this case, it was his new principal. Running on autopilot, he dove at his suitcase in order to extract his Wolverine shirt (he had one for each member) which consisted of three claw marks along the torso of it. All this while talking about four times the speed of normal humans.
"OhmygodthatwashimholyrapIcan'tbelieveit'shimHAVEtogethimtosignmyshirt IneedhisautographheissoawesomeIcan'tbelievehewasjustreallyhereohmygod!" He quickly found the shirt and stood up to chase down the Avenger. It was then that he realized a horror so great that it completely wiped the joy from his face. He didn't know where he put his marker. HE DID NOT HAVE A MARKER AND AN ACTUAL AVENGER WAS JUST HERE AND HE HAD NOTHING TO GET HIS AUTOGRAPH WITH.
"THERE HAS TO BE A MARKER HERE SOMEWHERE!" Steve shouted as his powers activated. The remaining suitcases and the drawers he had recently packed away as they all started glowing yellow. The suitcases opened up and began dumping them and the dressers slowly began pulling themselves open. He WOULD find a marker.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jun 12, 2013 19:20:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background, imageshack.us/a/img46/4488/gambitbody.jpg] This would have been a great time for Remy to answer everyone's questions concerning classes, where the girl's dorm was, and calm the psychic down, assuring him that the broken window is no problem at all. Once that was over with, he would have been on his merry way to the garage to fetch his motorcycle. Then he would drive out to the closest bar and his night could really begin.
It would have been great, if Logan hadn't shown up.
It didn't take him long to figure out that Logan was in a bad mood. Heck when wasn't he in a bad mood? Today, the headmaster seemed to be more annoyed then angry, which was a good thing for Remy. The last thing he wanted to do today was turn the entire boy's dormitory into a battlefield, leaving the halls with ashes and claw marks everywhere.
"What the hell is going on up here, Gumbo? You tryin' ta give me a heart attack thinkin' we got an intruder here?" The shorter professor growled, bearing those lovely fangs at the Cajun's direction. The look on his hairy face was one that Remy knew too well. Gambit could only smile and let go of the kid's shoulders.
“Relax mon ami, I got dis all under control. You know damn well dat nobody can get pass the defenses here.” He said, grinning from cheek to cheek. One of his favorite pass times at the institute was to see how many times he could push Logan's buttons before he unsheathed those glorified butter knives of his.
Before Logan had the chance to retaliate, the mutant sniffed the air, recognizing the scent of the blood. He turned to look up at James, glaring daggers at the kid. Gambit tried his best to muffle a chuckle, shaking his head at Wolverine's method of making the new kids feel welcomed here at the school. Being smooth and calm wasn't in his character.
Logan then looked into the room and saw the broken glass shards. He let out another growl and turned to face Gambit again. "What the heck are you doin' up here bub?! I'm hirin' ya ta help out round' the school not break it!""
“Easy Wolverine, these things are easy to fix non? We got da funds to fix it too.” The Cajun replied, earning another glare from Logan.
The X-Man proceeded to tell the students to go back to their respected rooms before sulking down the hall. Remy turned back to the students and grinned again.
“Dat would be Headmaster Logan mes amis. He was surprisingly in one a' his better moods. Don' worry, you'll get used ta his attitude.”
Before Remy could follow up with orders and tell the students to go back to their rooms, the psychic had another freakout. This one, however, was drastically different then his previous act. It was of pure excitement, over meeting Logan oddly enough. The next thing he knew, the boy was rushing into his room, throwing open his suitcase to retrieve a yellow t-shirt with claw marks on it. Gambit couldn't take it anymore. He practically fell over laughing so hard. This kid was a riot! He totally had a future in comedy waiting for him in case being a superhero didn't work out. His next action was to activate his powers, throwing open everything to search for a marker. Once he was able to catch his breath, Gambit reached over to pat the kid on the shoulder.
“Easy mon ami! There will be plenty A' time to get ol' Wolverine's signature,” Remy laughed. “How bout you get it while he's in a good mood non?”
WORDS: TAG:James, Basil, Axelle, Logan, Jean WEARING:X-Men uniform NOTES:Let's wrap this thread up soon shall we.
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Post by jamesjacobs123 on Jun 13, 2013 22:21:23 GMT -5
When the short professor came to see what was going on, James snorted with laughter. "You're headmaster Logan?!" he snickered. James had to hold onto a wall because he was laughing so much. The guy was a diminutive man, and he looked about as strong as a baby seal. James pointed at him and continued laughing his tail off, and tears began running down his face. "The famous Wolverine. X-Man and Avenger... works with Captain America... a freaking midget!" James then regained his composure and his laughter died out. When Wolverine left, James made a mental note to annoy him later.
He then started loitering around the halls a bit, thinking about his day so far. One mutant fox guy. Check. A psychic that had anxiety issues. Check. A professor with an awesome cajun accent. Check. A midget professor with a big attitude. Check. A pretty girl. Check. A new cut on his arm. Check. Overall, it had been busy and kind of weird, obviously. James sighed and then yawned. He was pretty sleepy. The guy needed his beauty sleep in order to function properly during daytime. He looked around, disoriented. Where was his dorm again?! James looked at the cajun professor and raised his eyebrows.
"Umm... I think that I am lost," James stated sheepishly. He then laughed when he heard how stupid that sounded. What the hell was wrong with him tiday? He had never laughed so much in his entire life, since he was a fetus in his mother's womb.
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Post by Basil Siess on Jun 14, 2013 1:30:52 GMT -5
Basil was turning to make his way into his room when he heard the growl first then someone one he recognized from the news footages. He didn’t know that he was the headmaster at the school, but he was dealing with something else at the moment. He felt his own internal instincts telling him to run away and hide from him and he doesn’t quite understand why. He was just afraid at the moment and can’t explain it. He can even feel the fur on his tail starting to rise up and puff out a bit. He was a bit more surprised by his fellow students’ reactions towards him than anything else.
He looked towards the headmaster as he can feel something quite unnerving around him, but he glanced towards the others around, mostly towards the physic who is having a fan freak out and using his powers all about, and then towards the speedy one who is laughing at the headmaster about his height, no less. He felt that was a horrible idea and figured he should hide out in his room now, while he feels like he can still move, before the headmaster comes back. He walked into his room and slowly closed it behind him, but winces as he felt the door bounce off his tail for a moment. He turns around to get his tail fully in the room, before closing the door fully and locking it.
He looked around his room for a moment as he walked over to the boxes, which still carried a lot of his stuff, and opened it up. He still hasn’t unpacked since he has been here and finally found what he was searching for. He pulled out a small book and sat down on the bed as he would start to read. A way to escape from all this, but he still wished that he was back home, reading this instead of being in this odd place.
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Post by axelle rosa on Jun 14, 2013 11:20:41 GMT -5
She had been awaiting Remy's directions when an angry man roared at them small group. No, man was not the proper term for him. He was like a hungry bear or lion, and Axelle was half certain that were she to meet his gaze, it would have the same effect as a cockatrice or a basilisk.
One thing that was for sure, was that she wouldn't stick around long enough to find out. As she began to move, she could hear the others' varying reactions of the Bear-Man. One seemed to be overcome with excitement, while another seemed at though he was about to have some sort of fit, or at least pass out from laughing so hard. Grimacing, she turned away, only hearing Remy introduce the man as their Headmaster.
<<I do hope that he is nicer when there is not a hockey game.>> Axelle thought as she scurried back to her dorm. She too enjoyed hockey, but she didn't take it that seriously. She didn't even want to know how angry the Headmaster would be if his team lost the game. All she could think of was fire and brimstone. Nothing good could come of it, she was sure.
Finding the girls' dorm was easier than she had thought, seeing it was opposite the boys', and once she was inside the safety of her own room, she allowed herself to face-plant on the bed. The school was going to be much different than anywhere else she had ever been, Axelle realized. But maybe that was a good thing for her.
She rolled over, and stared at the ceiling. <<What is the worst that could happen here? Everyone seems nice enough.>>
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Post by Headmaster Logan on Jun 14, 2013 13:40:25 GMT -5
"The famous Wolverine. X-Man and Avenger... works with Captain America... a freaking midget!"
As his super hearing picked up the taller student's laughter and comments, Logan stopped. His right hand, inches away from the door knob, shook as his eyes narrowed. That little snot nosed brat was brought in to HIS school in hopes to help develop his powers and protect him from a world that hated and feared him, a world that was already spinning out of control thanks to Cyclops and his revolution efforts, and THIS was how he repaid him? It was already bad enough that Logan had to deal with this kind of disrespect from Quentin Quire on a daily basis, but to hear the laughter and taunts from a student he just met? That was enough.
Logan knew well enough what he wanted to do, and knew that it was the wrong decision. He was the headmaster of this institute. It was his job to follow Charles Xavier's path and help these kids. But at the same time, he knew that he couldn't do his job correctly if he was going to put up with kids like that. Although Logan had come a long way from his status as a stab first ask questions later type of guy, he was still not afraid to use force if necessary.
It also didn't help that Logan was already in a really bad mood.
"Umm... I think that I am lost," The kid said to Gambit, obviously referring to his room. Before Gambit could respond, Logan had already made his way back to that hallway. His mind was focused on only one thing: teaching this little punk a lesson.
"Go back ta work Gumbo. I'll take it from here." He said to the Cajun as he gestured to the kid to follow him down the hall. Logan led the boy to the stairwell, shutting the door right behind them. The location was perfect. The were completely alone here, with no other students there to see what he was about to do.
With amazing reflects and speed, Logan whipped around, grabbed the boy by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. He was careful not to use too much of his strength so that he wouldn't break his back or anything. Instead, he used the right amount of pressure to keep the boy against the wall. If the kid tried to struggle, he would find it difficult seeing how he was being held back by a man who's entire skeleton was laced with adamantium. Logan growled as he lowered the kid to his level, so he could see the anger burning in his eyes.
"Listen bub," The Canadian snarled. "I don't know if you treat yer family like that at home, but I will not tolerate that level of disrespect from a snot nosed little brat like you. You think it's funny that I'm shorter than you huh?" Logan said, tightening his grip on the boy's shirt just a bit. "I've taken down giant, mutant hatin' killer robots and traded blows with The Hulk while you were still in diapers. I'm the best there is at what I do and I'm willing to teach you how to achiever yer full potential. But if you so happen to judge any of our staff or students based on their looks..."
At that he pulled his right hand off the boy and chambered it back as if he were going to throw a punch.
*Snikt*
The three claws extended from his right hand, stopping a few inches from the boy's face.
"Then let's just say you'll be wearin' out yer welcome quicker than you thought you'd be."
At that he let go and sheathed his claw. "Now get back to yer room, the class is gonna have a long Danger Room session with me in the mornin'." He said with a grunt as he walked down the stairs.
As much as he hated doing what he just did, it had to be done.
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Post by Jean Grey on Jun 24, 2013 21:22:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background, imageshack.us/a/img248/4706/jeanbody.jpg] Professor Logan had a way of sneaking into her thoughts. He was loud in person and even louder in his head, which made Jean’s nap impossible. She sighed and rolled on to her back. Logan’s thoughts creeped into the edge of her mind. She saw flashes of anger, some kid’s face looming in the foreground-ugh! This was ridiculous. Jean groaned loudly, kicking the covers off and reaching out with her telekinesis to flip on a light switch. She rolled out of her bed, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. She figured if she was going to meet the students, she should probably look like she actually cared-well, relatively speaking.
Jean had actually left the majority of her wardrobe in the past, which she really should’ve though about before even agreeing to come to the future in the first place. And so while it had been surprising to come to the present and find all of her dresses preserved in the attic, it also meant that she had to some serious unpacking. And dusting. Which she had not done yet, so she was pretty much stuck wearing whatever clothes were Kitty’s or hers (well, future hers) from the 1990s. Which were apparently, according to Kitty, “kind of a fashion dead zone.” Jean didn’t care much, though-as long as she wasn’t in sweats, she should be decent.
It felt kind of like she’d walked into a party that she hadn’t been invited to, though maybe that was just her own anxiety. “Um,” she offered, quietly, “hi?” She could hear the tension in the room screaming at her, and little thoughts, “who’s she?” being most prominent, flew into her mind. Jean tried a smile, nervously twisting a lock of red hair around her pale finger until the digit turned purple. “Professor Logan,” she muttered, moving towards the headmaster and wrapping a slender hand over his bicep, “can I have a minute?” She walked with him to the far corner of the corridor, releasing his arm. His mind had already begun to go into overdrive, and Jean winced.
“This is really awkward,”
Jean said, biting her lip, “but um-” |
[/color] she shifted her gaze upward, letting out a sigh. This was not a conversation she wanted to have but- “I can hear your thoughts like, really, really easily,” she continued. “And I’m trying really hard not to but,” she tried to give a nervous laugh, “you think really loud.”[/color] Jean shuffled her feet. “I’m sure it’ll get better once I get a handle on my telepathy, but for now could you keep it down in there? Just a little.” She crossed her arms, feeling very insecure. “I feel like a librarian but I think it would just make our lives a lot easier.”[/color] WORDS: 511 TAG:WEARING: HERENOTES:[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Steven Vandergraf on Jun 30, 2013 21:15:16 GMT -5
All of the floating drawers and the couple suitcases plunked to the ground with a loud *thunk* noise. Steven had found a marker in a floating pair of jeans. Wolverine had come back into the room. Steven would get his autograph! And then, Wolverine grabbed Speedy Gonzalez and hauled off before Steve could mutter out so much as a ‘Hi.’
"Dangit. Here an hour and a half and I missed two chances," he muttered to no one in particular. Removing a shirt that fell on his head after letting his powers go, he looked at the French professor. It had dawned on him that he had mentioned something about this not being "dat type of school" when asked about classes. That bugged him a little. "Hey sir, what did you mean when you said this ain't the kind of school that has a class schedule?" He didn't want to complain about not having to take math class ever again (in fact he'd throw a party for himself if that was true) but if his parents ever found out he didn't have any classes they might decide that the alternative was a better option.
But right then the party that had lost one student gained another. Steve noticed her bright red hair immediately, and several thoughts popped into his head all at once. 'Who's she?', Wow she's pretty,' and 'How am I going to get Wolverine's autograph?' were the three prominent. The class schedule thing from literally ten seconds ago was forgotten. "Uhh, hi."
He didn't think it possible, but this school just got way better.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jul 1, 2013 15:42:40 GMT -5
Remy couldn't help but smirk slightly as James burst out laughing at Logan's height. Remy himself was no stranger to cracking jokes about Logan's height, however there was a big difference between what James was doing and how Remy did it. The difference being that Remy knew Logan personally, James didn't. So when the headmaster came wheeling around from where he came, fists balled in rage, Remy knew what was going to happen. He knew Logan wouldn't go to far, but he would say enough to get the point across. As Logan led the kid away, Remy looked out to see that the party was vanishing slightly. Basil had ventured off to his room, the young albino girl had left appropriately as well, leaving Remy to stand with the psychic boy.
"Hey sir, what did you mean when you said this ain't the kind of school that has a class schedule?" The boy asked.
Remy turned to give him a brief smile. "What I mean is dat we don't have it set in stone for you new kids yet. You'll find you won't be just learning your standard material, but how to use and develop your powers. Believe me when I say mon ami, dat you are in da right place." He said with a pat.
It was at that moment that young, redheaded girl walked towards the group. Although she was in her teens, Remy recognized that face anywhere. Jean Grey. Not his Jean Grey of course, but the one that Hank McCoy, their Hank McCoy, brought back to the present time after a suggestion made by Iceman. Remy had to admit, it was still a little strange seeing a younger version of Jean roaming the school, in the guy's dorm to say the least. A timid greeting emerged from the psychic, causing Remy to smirk again.
"If you are lookin' for Professor Logan petite, he went dat way." He said, directing her towards the corridor. Once Jean had left, Remy turned back to the psychic. "If you'll excuse me mon ami, I got a hot date tonight." He said with a wave as he started to head off down the hall. He didn't have a date just yet of course, but that didn't mean he wouldn't end up with one as his day went on.
((OOC: Gambit is officially out of this thread))
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Post by jamesjacobs123 on Jul 4, 2013 11:42:51 GMT -5
Knowing Headmaster Logan's reputation, James was sure he was going to get suspension or something. Detention if he got lucky. But nothing could prepare him for what was about to come next. He defiantly followed Logan, his stride as proud and upright as ever. As soon as he walked in, he felt two strong hands slam him into a wall. A series of terrible cracks resonated through the hall, and James held onto the wall for support. Excruciating pain coursed through his body, and it was all he could do to stay standing. Then, Logan started lecturing him on respect and how he had faced down the Hulk and giant killer robots.
James glared at him. He would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had beaten James. James then saw Logan pull his arm back, and he raised his hands instinctively to block. Suddenly, three claws expanded from Logan's fist. The claws had not hurt himbut they had sure taken him by surprise.
Then, Logan told him to return to his room. "Yeah, whatever," he said. He would not let weakness show. He could nto afford to. He then walked back to his room and crashed on his bed.
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