<strong>A New Arrial</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Avenger's Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm, Gamoran<br/><hr/>Jean rested her forehead against the back window of the yellow taxi that was pulling into Avenger's Tower.  She tried to quell the butterflies that were busily bouncing around in her stomach, but the rough bumps caused when the taxi's tires rolled over the uneven streets only made her feel nauseous.<br/><br/>She should feel excited, she tried to convince herself.  This was her chance to live by example.  A chance to show the world that super powers weren't something to be feared.  They were just people with very unique talents; not that different from most people and very much alike.  As her thumb moved over the thin, smooth lamination of her Avenger's ID, she tried to remain positive.  She would be with people like her.  People with powers.  People who likely were as scared by them as she was afraid of her own.  On the other hand, she knew she'd be expected to use her abilities to help them.  Something she knew she'd have to do, but very much didn't want to.  She just had to focus on the people she could help by doing this.<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye she caught the cabbie's eyes checking on her in the rear view mirror.  She smiled politely at him before staring back out the window.  She trusted the man to get her where she was going, and never once truly considered probing his mind to gleam why he was constantly looking at her.  He likely just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to get sick.  If her face was paler than normal, she was sure that would be the reason.  No one wanted someone to sick up in the back of their car.<br/><br/>The view through the window was foreign.  She didn't recognize the city and she certainly couldn't remember how to get where they currently were from where she'd entered the cab.  There had been too many cross streets and intersections; lefts, rights, and loops.  She was certain thye'd changed highways twice and a long snaking road seemed to backtrack on itself a number of times.  Her eyes flicked to the meter, she was worried that it'd go over fifty dollars.<br/><br/>She sighed with relief as he pulled up to a gate and buzzed an intercom.  A moment later the iron barred gate swung open and the cab moved forward.  Jean stared skyward at the massive tower.  It had to be the highest building she'd seen so far.<em>Why did the Avengers need something so gigantic?</em>It was a passing thought as the redhead was pulled out of her reverie by the cabbie's announcement that they were there.<br/><br/>Jean stuffed her ID back into her purse and pulled out the money her professor had given to her.  She added ten dollars for a tip, not sure if that was enough, before opening the back door and stepping out into the air.  The city's cacophony of noises greeted her unexpectedly and caused the butterflies to stir once more.<br/><br/>She moved out of the drive as the driver pulled her luggage from the taxi's trunk.  People were supposed to be expecting her, she remembered.  Most likely they'd be out to greet her soon since the driver had needed to get permission to enter.  She reminded herself to breathe.  She was an adult.  She was eighteen years old, she shouldn't be this nervous.