<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqucnxZ.png)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Gabriel Summers / Vulcan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The New Xavier's School For the Gifted, New York City, Medical Room<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Recovery<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Pictured<br/><br/>Woke up with a start, sitting up and then in that moment as his sleep faded from him and the pain returned, he regretted moving so suddenly. He still had bandages wrapped around the vast majority of his torso, though the wounds he had been found with had seemingly fast healed. A few slow, steady measured and controlled breaths were taken as he let that pain surge calm down. Turning and letting his feet slide off from the edge of the bed, he palmed his face. It wasn't just his body that hurt, but his brain. He remembered a few things but nothing concrete. He knew his name and from when the nurses and doctors in the hospital had spoken to him, he obviously knew what they were saying and though he probably wouldn't have actually realized it, he did have about the equivalent of a high-school education as he was now. The alien imprinting had burned out of his mind as he had been plunged into a temporal vortex and when it did, almost everything he had been and known had been consumed. Not that he was aware of even that happening. It was dizzying to try and think about, so with that he pushed himself up to his feet. His body might have hurt but not so much that he needed to be bed ridden any further. One of the staff had told him if was up to it, to try and move around a bit so that is exactly what he was going to do. That and find the kitchen. Grabbing hold of the sweat pants and t-shirt left for him as he pulled off the hospital gown he made his way out of the hospital area.<br/><br/>The place was huge and not having a single idea where anything was, he figured he could and probably would quite easily get lost. His strategy was simple though, act as if the Hospital was the center and roam out from there and only return if he felt that his current direction wasn't going to yield results. It was probably a bit of over kill as at the moment, there were only two directions for him to go. Left or right, but as it stood at the moment this room was the only place that he knew for certain. Each step of his bare feet onto the carpeted floor jostled his insides and caused small moments of pain to flare as his tense muscles protested from the time he had spent unconscious and then bed-ridden.<br/><br/>He only stopped briefly when he finally came upon a window, he was on an upper floor and looking down he could see a large open area, with a small grouping of people outside. They appeared to be getting ready to go somewhere, which he maybe thought then he was at the front of the compound. He had chosen right at least, he was getting closer to that center of the house and from their he might just have a shot at finding something to eat.<br/><br/>One thing that he didn't realize is that this place was a school and that he in fact was a mutant. He didn't even remember having any powers much less even having any brothers. He'd probably be learning that really quick though as his past might have been a mystery to him, it was not a mystery to some and to those some he would probably be considered a dangerous individual to be keeping around.