<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 1, 7:30am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Xavier<br/><strong>Content:</strong>morning talk<br/><hr/><br/>It was still early in the morning, when the sun had not yet warmed the mansion grounds, and the students were barely awake. Jean Grey stood, wearing a sea-green dress with a light jacket over it, in front of the coffee maker as she prepared herself for the new day. It was the beginning of something special, she thought, as the house started coming alive. She was hopeful that they were building a future everyone could live in. Today, could be the start of that day.<br/><br/>As she grabbed her cup of coffee and walked towards the common room, Jean's listened to the words coming from the tv which caught her attention. Once again, mutants were the talk of the morning news. Lately, it seemed like it was always on everyone's mouth--politicians, religious ministers, and even gossip talk shows. Stepping in front of the tv, Jean's focus was on the images presented on the screen. A mutant, apparently one with fur and an ape-like appearance, was being 'subdued' by the government special forces, using excessive force needlessly as the mutant was visibly frightened.<br/><br/><em>"Is this what the world has come to?"</em>She thought to herself, on those brief moments where her thoughts in her head were hers and not someone else's stray thoughts creeping in.<em>"People cheering while the police assault a helpless mutant...He probably has no power other than what he looks like on the outside, and yet he is a 'menace to society'? Why have we allowed this..?"</em>Her thoughts turned bitter as the mutant was taken into custody.<em>"Why? Why?"</em>Part of her wants to stop the madness bring down her own kind of justice on those sadistic men who are supposed to protect the innocent, human and mutant alike. However, they made a truce and complied. They have to play by the rules, but why do the rules only seem to apply to baseline humans?<br/><br/>As Jean's mood sours, she does not notice Professor Charles Xavier approaching and witnessing the same newscast just a few feet from her. In fact, she stands there motionless, never once having tasted the coffee that slowly grows cold in her hands.