<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>Jean's room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 4, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salvation, Yolande, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Jean watches the news from the tv in her room<br/><hr/><br/>Jean had just come out of the shower when she turned on the tv in her room. She absent-mindedly tried her long red hair with a towel as she telekinetically picked out a change in clothes. Several objects in her room began to move seemingly by themselves, like drawers opening as she pulled out clothes. Anyone would think that there was a poltergeist in the room as she expanded her mental powers. This was a practical way for her to constantly train her powers while getting on with her day. She stepped out of her towel and into a soft pair of slacks and, after securing her bra, a yellow blouse that was comfortable and stylish. While she buttoned her blouse, she used her telekinetics to pick up a brush and comb her hair. She stepped into some comfortable slippers with short heels. It was a compromise between always looking professional around the school while also being comfortable.<br/><br/>Around then she heard the name David Charleston. She was familiar with the individual. For the most part, he had seemed fair, even though she felt he was misguided in his fears of mutants. Not that Magneto’s Brotherhood did anything to dissuade those fears and concerns. As she listened to the man’s words, she shook her head in disappointment. Xavier had told her you cannot fight fire with fire. Mr. Charleston didn’t even stop to think that this new weapon could be seen as a challenge by Magneto, whose ego might demand to make an example or show of force to let humans know he was undeterred from his vision.<br/><br/>As the scene cut to ‘The Equalizer’ on a mission to suppress a “rogue” mutant, Jean Grey stood up. Usually, they tried a more orderly approach first, such as having a couple of officers giving the mutant a warrant to come register willingly. If the mutant resisted or tried to flee, a special ops team would already have the area surrounded and use power-dampening darts or gas. Something like this huge hulking beast of metal seemed not only excessive, but unnecessary and unjust. Naturally, the mutant was scared and fought back, giving this ‘operative’ the green light to hunt and exercise whatever means necessary to bring her down.<br/><br/>Without noticing, Jean’s mind was reacting already to the violence on tv. Several objects in her room floated through her telekinesis.<em>“That thing…How can they think this makes anything right!? This makes me sick!”</em>As she grit her teeth, a vase went flying right towards the wall and crashed with all the force she’d been holding inside. The sound of the crash brought her back to reality and she finally caught a breath.<strong>“Damn..”</strong>She muttered and went to get something to pick up the broken shards. It was such a nice vase too. Storm had given it to her as a gift. It was aqua-colored with peach flowers drawn on it, with gold trims. Now it was in pieces. That red-headed temper of hers could be a real pain sometimes.<br/>