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</div></div><br/>In today's world of paranoia and distrust, there are those who continue to hang on to hope and justice. Professor Charles Xavier is currently one of those leaders who provides mutants great opportunities to flourish and to be accepted within certain parameters of his school. Among despair and doubt, lies a safe haven for these 'second-class' citizens, as told and viewed by the vast majority of humans. However, Xavier continues his mission with great proactiveness; he along with his X-Men guide and educate the youth and new generation of mutants that righteousness and justice are possible and worth fighting for, in order for human and mutant to coexist, positively, without fear.<br/><br/>And then there were others who were unfazed and shrugged that shit off.<br/><br/>Farrah Hart was stubborn, but nonetheless was recruited by Logan a week prior to her current evaluation, collaborating with other prospective students like herself inside The Danger Room. The older, gruff man scouted her after Xavier informed him about an unstable woman, similar to him in behavior and ironically with an eerily similar backstory. It was no wonder Farrah didn't have value in much of anything. From her inception, she was a blank canvas, and as a result, the professor wouldn't allow for this potential soul to escape and fall into a plague of corruption and malice.<br/><br/>Logan had to admit, the resemblance of the redhead reminded him of a younger Jean, only with claws and a nasty temper like his. A bit of a snicker escaped his dry lips, thinking about the love child he could have had with his former romantic interest. Guessing by her body language, the woman of twenty-two didn't comply right away. While there a few close calls where her claws almost slashed at his face, his hand-to-hand combat was far superior and sadly for the feisty lady, it was lights out for her.<br/><br/>After a couple of days of Xavier's persevering efforts, Farrah reluctantly gave in, but only on certain conditions: she was allowed to leave off-campus at night and return by midnight, and secondly, she was allowed to smoke in certain designated areas. It was a nasty habit, but let's just say she had to have a lighter on her at all times for her additional powers to manifest. She, too, had a lot of training to do in terms of keeping her powers in check.<br/><br/>Walking a bit lethargically up to her assigned group, she let out a noticeable yawn as her light pink hues were barely in focus. Her tousled orange waves were a mess; the same went for her black eyeliner. She donned a black leather jacket, burgundy top, leather pants, and black steel-toed, ankle leather boots. Inside one of her side pockets, she hid her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fencrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com%2Fshopping%3Fq%3Dtbn%3AANd9GcTvb6uWnRMgfPlPB6XtbCH4-bxi7UF4_w3AyKQ2kh6TDYTqKADIBy05yuIfhg%26usqp%3DCAE&amp;hash=de76a617a66cf7579330e7d00a95dc58" href="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcTvb6uWnRMgfPlPB6XtbCH4-bxi7UF4_w3AyKQ2kh6TDYTqKADIBy05yuIfhg&amp;usqp=CAE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> lighter</a>, but as long as she didn't use it for smoking purposes, it was acceptable for her to use during the exercise. Her scent was a mixture of cigarettes and last night's perfume--vanilla with sandalwood. Even though the training took place in the middle of the day, she preferred the night scene. She didn't bother to make much eye contact. Miss Hart was still waking up. It was rather poor planning on her part on having an insufficient amount of sleep. Though, she had her reasons...<br/><br/>In the meantime, her nails extended into five razor-sharp claws, a good five inches or so in a mere second. Bone with light metal laced with venom (depending on the severity of the situation). She combed through her messy fiery waves to make herself somewhat more presentable, but her attitude exuded the 'I don't want to be here, but I have to kind-of-thing.' She overheard the positive vibes going around within the group which made her want to gag, but she decided to save her asinine comments. She needed to perform well, even if she had to pretend on being buddy-buddy with everyone else.<br/><br/>Her eyes briefly glanced at the Asian. For some reason, she sensed similar energies, dangerous and fun. The sound of leather crunched a bit, as she moved her arms across her chest accessing the others. Next, came tundra elf. Farrah was impressed by her uncontrollable powers, just not so much on the frigid temperatures. And then, there was one, in particular, one named Johnny. He smelled like her annoying mentor, Wolverine.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><i>They must be best friends. How cute, </i>she thought.</span><br/><br/>She didn't bother introducing herself. If they wanted to know about her, they'll ask her. The second female put up a tough front. Hopefully, she wouldn't involve herself in much verbiage, only when they had to work together as a team. And even so, she thought it was lame, but worth a shot, if it meant for her to grow as an individual.<br/><i><br/>
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