<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Robert_Buckley.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>:Brandon St. Clair (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132556.msg6773050#msg6773050)<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Wingfoot<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Student - 2nd year<br/><strong>Location</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Braelyn, Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>black t-shirt with<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">white wings on the front.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Hermes_Wings_by_Afilimona.jpg)</div></div>Recently purchased blue jeans, recently purchased cross-trainers( Mizuno )<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a while...a long time since he'd been "at school".  It had been a long time since he'd been told what to do by anyone and a long time since he obeyed.  It wasn't everyday that you were welcomed by Neutron of all people and given very specific direction regarding what to do.<em><strong>The</strong></em>Neutron. The guy that he and his friends would fight over who got to be when they played pretend and in the end everyone wound up being Neutron.  Mega Neutron.  Red Neutron.  Ultra Neutron.  Super Neutron. Young boys weren't great at compromise but clearly had no issues with being creative.  Much of Brandon's day had been spent with him getting settled at Genesis Hall and getting some clothing to wear as well as supplies for school.  He didn't seem to have a roommate at the moment, something of which he was thankful and the whole day had been a positive one.  The only wrinkle was how many times he had to take a shower.  Three times.  Granted, living on the streets allowed a certain level of personal hygiene to be put on "hold" but upon being picked up by the agents from for his flight to the facility here...he was told that he HAD to shower.  Getting off the plane...he was made to shower again and after his escort had dropped him off at his dorm room, one of the men could be seen to wrinkle his nose and offered some advice.<br/><br/>"Ya need ta shower kid.  Ya smell like the south end of a north bound caribou..."<br/><br/>Brandon didn't take offense and after another long shower, he got dressed with the clothing that had already been provided for him.  The only thing he brought was a simple black t-shirt with white wings on it.  It had been a gift from some other homeless kids on his sixteenth birthday.  He had never worn it until today so it was pleasantly "stink-free".<br/><br/>Neutron; he couldn't bring himself to call him Principal Neutron...it was all too surreal still had told him to get comfortable...check out the grounds...go to the Common Area and meet some people.<br/><br/><em>Meet some people...yeah...because I'm just sooooo outgoing right?</em><br/><br/>He was feeling a tangled mixture of dread, anxiety and excitement over the prospect of not living on the streets anymore and he felt a small, but surging wave of panic as he looked around the common area, feeling very much out of place.  His nostrils flared a moment as he tried to catch of whiff of himself and this time...he didn't smell the street anymore.  All he smelled was soap...clean...unusual.  Neutron had asked him what his "name" would be and Brandon had spoken in a slightly puzzled tone...<br/><br/>"I...uh...Brandon?  Sometimes I get Bran...or...well...some permutation of the name but..."<br/><br/>Neutron just gave the teenager a patient smile and shook his head slightly before cutting Brandon off.<br/><br/>"No, son.  What is your<strong>name</strong>."<br/><br/>Brandon gave Neutron a puzzled look once more before he was able to connect the dots and his blue eyes had opened wider still .  This was real.  He was getting trained to be a super hero.   A cape.  A "super-fuck" as some of the older homeless guys would use disparagingly.  He had never considered what his "name" would be but looking down at his t-shirt...he felt a sense of anxiousness from the pressure of having to come up with a name and without thinking he looked back to Neutron and spoke in a quiet voice...<br/><br/>"Wingfoot..." , he paused a moment, cleared his voice and spoke more clearly...firmly... "Wingfoot...sir."<br/><br/>Now he was here.  There were students here...not a great deal but the prospect that everyone here could be like him.<br/><br/><em>Super...like me?  A complete wreck like me?</em><br/><br/>He had missed the school day and was told that tomorrow morning would involve a medical check up and from there, he could start school and get into a routine.  There was nothing else to do but "fit in".<br/><br/><em>Great...</em><br/><br/>His senses were working hard and he felt...overloaded.  The city could be maddening at times as well.  His senses would "over-work" and he needed to hide on rooftops initially before the noise and motion and smells stopped overwhelming him.  New York never slept and as his powers began to manifest it was a constant assault on his senses as his brain tried to absorb everything going on.  He had gotten control of it over time but upon entering any place that was new to him...a place as busy as the Common Area was...there was always a period of disorientation.<br/><br/><em>Focus on something...anything.</em><br/><br/>Which was easy enough when a red-head in a cheer leader outfit moved past.  It certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen a beautiful girl.  There was no shortage in New York but this one was decidedly closer than his usual encounters with them...which was usually doing what he could to keep at a distance which worked for both him and the girl.  To just about everyone in New York...street kids might as well have been invisible.  It suited Brandon just fine.<br/><br/>So the red-head...gorgeous AND a cheerleader.  It was easy to stare but Brandon took it a step further by truly focusing on her.  Even twenty feet away he could see the way her skirt brushed against her thighs.  The way the light of the common area played across her skin and highlighted the soft, faint, normally invisible hairs on her forearms and slender neck.  He could smell the perfume she wore...the soap she used...the moisturizer and deodorant and whatever else girls used these days to be girls.  He had been surrounded by stink and hopelessness for so long...he had shut his senses down and although he was no longer disoriented, he found it difficult to simply take his attention off of the redhead now.<br/><br/>Then...she surprised him.  Her lips had pursed and she spat out the water she had recently drank and rather than water...there was a perfectly formed icicle and a second later it hurtled through the air and stuck firmly in the picture of a beautiful girl with a brilliant smile.  The soft thunk of the icicle in the bulleting board startled him from his intense focus on the red-head and he took a step back...away from the red-head...silently chastising himself for forgetting that everyone here had powers.  It was just...he didn't think he'd ever get used to this.