Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building
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				Title: <strong>Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 23:01:10</strong>
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				<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Central Building</strong></span><br><br>Running up through the center of the glass-faced central building is a transparent spiral staircase, with exits on to each floor and the roof. The stairs descend to lower floors, but a security door blocks access to unauthorised personnel. A small transparent elevator is also provided for use by the physically handicapped, with the shaft rising up through the center of the spiral staircase. The elevator has a touchpad, allowing authorised users to access additional levels underground.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Admin</span><br>Located on the ground floor of the central building, the admin section is the first stop for faculty and students with a problem. The admin team usually has someone staffing the front desk, which looks like a cross between a reception and technical support desk. A buzzer is located on the desk, should someone not be present. Gender-specific toilet facilities are located to each side of the admin desk.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Auditorium</span><br>The Auditorium is located on the ground floor of the central building, opposite the admin desk and cafeteria. With room to seat fifty, a small stage and state-of-the-art visual display system, the auditorium is the largest academic room and is used for briefings, ceremonies and exams.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Cafeteria</span><br>Opposite the auditorium and admin desk, the cafeteria is one of the busiest locations on campus. Open from 0600 to 2000 each day, the staff offer three main meals a day and keep a snack table topped up for anybody passing by that needs a quick energy boost. The food may not be top restaurant quality, but it is wholesome, filling and plenty capable of fuelling hungry bodies and minds. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Classrooms</span><br>The second floor of the central building is focused around a half-dozen classrooms, four laboratories, two study rooms and one reading room. Each classroom and laboratory is equipped with state-of-the-art equipment. The study rooms contain several tables that may be moved to allow variable sized groups to study together. The reading room is a designated quiet zone and in addition to wood-panelled walls, contains several large and comfy chairs. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Teacher Offices</span><br>The third floor of the building is split into several offices, each assigned to a particular member of the teaching faculty. Each office contains a large display unit, shelves, a desk and several chairs. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Landing Pads</span><br>Located on the roof of the central building, are reinforced landing pads for two S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet’s or helicopters.<br><br>IC tag:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]http://placehold.jpg[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Alias:[/b] <br>[b]Dorm Assignment:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] <br>[hr] <br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 23:05:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.novafashions.com/product_images/j/019/The_Avengers_Nick_Fury_jacket__32544_zoom.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Director Nick Fury<br><strong>Alias:</strong> None<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> None<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Students, Xavier, Cap, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Faculty<br><hr>Although a few had been on-site for a while, most of the students had been arriving at the A.C.E. facility throughout the day.&nbsp; The stern man, his hands clasped behind his back, looked across the faces gathered before him, with his one good eye.&nbsp; Nick Fury was only human, but the people who sat in that room were special – and with the way the threats were beginning to mount against S.H.I.E.L.D., the human race needed these teenagers to become something else.&nbsp; Earth needed guardians, now more than ever.<br><br>Looking around the room, Director Fury made quick eye contact with the dozen members of the faculty present, lining the base of the stage and formed in a V.&nbsp; Agents Romanov and Barton were stationed in the rear corners, poised like hawks prepared to fly into action at the first sign of trouble or a single command from him.&nbsp; Nick couldn’t count the number of headaches he had developed when putting the A.C.E. program together, but now it was finally ready.&nbsp; He just hoped these kids were up for the challenge.<br><br>The spy turned his attention to the gifted teenagers who sat in the seats before him.&nbsp; Each face was familiar to him, memorized and burned into his mind, as were the contents of their personnel files. Some were natural-born heroes, others… would need encouragement.&nbsp; However, all of them had the potential to end up on a remarkably short roster of people who started with the star-spangled man who stood behind Fury.&nbsp; It seemed only fitting to have the first superhero present for the opening of a school designed to nurture and create more.<br><br>Nick cleared his throat.&nbsp; <strong>”I <em>am</em> Director Fury.&nbsp; Welcome to the Academy of Character Excellence.&nbsp; You all are here because you are more than human.&nbsp; The world needs you.&nbsp; <em>You</em> need to learn to control your gifts, and to stop being a danger to yourselves and others.&nbsp; A.C.E. is here to help you do that.&nbsp; <em>I’ll</em> accept nothing less.”</strong>&nbsp; His tone of voice was as serious as the grave. A.C.E. didn’t exist for time-wasters or laziness; in fact, it didn’t exist for the great majority of the population.<br><br>A hand indicated the people who stood along the base of the stage. <strong>“Standing before you are the people who will teach and guide you.”</strong>&nbsp; Fury motioned toward the person who sat in a wheelchair to his right. <strong>”This is Professor Xavier.&nbsp; He has been one of the Academy’s largest supporters and consultants since its inception.”</strong>&nbsp; The Director tilted his head towards the man stood to his left. <strong>”You all <em>know</em> Captain Steve Rodgers,”</strong> Fury said in a way that showed respect toward Cap and demanded it from the students.<br><br>Nick Fury smiled wryly.&nbsp; <strong>“Tomorrow your classes begin.&nbsp; You <em>should</em> have been given your schedule and dorm assignments.”</strong>&nbsp; His tone made it quite clear that the students were expected to have these and to be familiar with them already.&nbsp; He shrugged and offered a warm smile.&nbsp; <strong>”<em>Now</em>, it’s time for you to get to know each other.&nbsp; &nbsp;I suggest you get to know the other students in your dorm, as well as, the students who you will be working with.”</strong><br><br>The Director waved towards the buffet arranged over the two tables located behind the students.&nbsp; <strong>”As you no doubt noticed - food and drink has been provided.&nbsp; Feel free to mingle – and once again, welcome to the Academy.”</strong>&nbsp; His speech done, Nick Fury turned away from the lectern. With his stern mask back in place, the spy nodded to Cap and the Professor before striding away.&nbsp; From here on, they had this.&nbsp; By the sound of chairs scraping across the floor, several of the students had gotten to their feet by the time the Director exited the auditorium.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 02:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> EVERYBODY!<br><hr> <br>As schools went, this was among the finest that Victor had ever heard of. The dorms were reasonably comfortable, with a decent amount of space between him and his dorm mates, but not too much. Nathaniel was an odd character, hard, controlled as if he was afraid that someone would discover his secret. And it wasn't that he was gay. Victor had had a handful of gay friends back in his school, and he had defended them vehemently against the bullying of their fellow students. Not that they needed defending, though.<br><br>Nathaniel was desperate to control something else, and it wasn't his sexual orientations. Victor had a feeling that there were going to be a handful like him around here, but he was a generally nice guy, and Victor had a feeling that they would get along, based on the whole 24 hours that Nathaniel had been here.<br><br>The real interesting character was Megan. Delicate, spritely and agile, she looked like she could have been a gymnast. She had the form for it, the grace, even that light spring in her step that most gymnasts had. They were all over the place in his school, arrogant and slutty, bullies of the worst kind. Megan was different, though. Talkative and sharply intelligent, she could talk a mouthful, but nothing that she said was empty or meaningless, just filling the air around her. Victor hadn't spent much time with his female dormmate, but he already felt quite out of his depth.<br><br>Despite that, ever since he had arrived almost two weeks previous, this place had been the best. Going under the finishing touches of its completion, he was generally allowed to wander the compound, making himself at home and getting used to the surroundings. But where he spent most of his time was in the gym, avoiding the indoor pool, going through the rock climbing courses and sparring with a handful of the trainers there. Despite being an avid MMA fan, it had been difficult finding a Mixed Martial Arts gym in Boston, and he had settled for a Boxing Gym. Here the trainers were specialists in various internation martial arts, some of which Victor had never even heard of before. Capoeira from Brazil. Muay-Thai from Thailand. Russian Sambo. Silat from Indonesia. It was interesting to watch them train, and it took the young man a couple hours to work up the courage to ask if he could join them for a sparring match or three after a couple rounds with punching bags, balls and on the matts. Despite this light training, Victor found himself on his back more than a couple of times, pinned, stunned and a couple of times, and, accidentally walloped. <br><br>Despite this, the trainers were surprised with the affinity that the young man had with fighting, fast, quick, agile, a natural at footwork and learning ground tactics quickly. He was far from the decades of experience and training that these men and women had, but he had a sharp eye and was a quick learner, or so they said.<br><br>That day had seen probably the biggest uproar of the A.C.E. since he had gotten here, with various arrivals arriving at all hours of the day and given some time to rest. It was raining that evening, so Victor had gone for a jog in the indoor track when he was called back to the Auditorium. It appeared that what they had been brought here for was going to begin. Victor was relieved more than anything. Despite his near constant asking from him and the good-natured tight-lipped-ness of the trainers, he had learned nothing, and the curiosity felt like it would burn a hole in his mind. This wasn't just a college, not even a prep college. It was something altogether new and, hopefully, dangerous.<br><br>The head of the academy... definitely looked the part. Tall, dark, brooding, handsome, if you were into guys that is, with a grim look about him only complemented by his black leather trench coat reaching his ankles and a menacing eyepatch. His voice was deep and loud, and instantly had Victor's attention. He felt his back straightening and his attention focusing on the man before him, not making a sound until the man's speech was over. Then he uncomfortably fidgeted with the tablet that was in front of him. He had a good memory, and there wasn't much to memorize. Schedules and dorm arrangements along with a handful of other small details about this that and something else.<br><br>"Heroes," He said softly, almost mumbling," They wanna turn us into a bunch of star spangled heroes in tights, like that guy," He indicated his head to the Captain," Fun," He exhaled, sarcastically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 03:27:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everybody<br><hr> <br><br>Erik sat somewhat uncomfortably in his chair. Well, to most, he looked pretty at ease, but for some people, like the Director, or anyone who was simply better-than-average at reading people could pick up some minor notes of anxiety. He could fool the average person, rather easily; but how many people in this room were average? That was, in fact, one of the things that made him feel uncomfortable. Life on the streets, especially when one ends up in rougher neighborhoods, teaches one to be alert and vigilant. And right now, he felt... well, threatened. He didn't really have a reason to be, he couldn't come up with an explainable reason, even to himself, but that's how he felt... and despite having a pretty confident exterior, it showed. He was trying not to, though. <br><br>There were other things, too. This whole situation was so far removed from his daily life, that he really had nothing he could even compare it to. It felt surreal.<br><br>Maybe it was because of that, but, 'Charlie', as he referred to his shadow, seemed to be pretty active. It currently was not 'attached', in any sense to Erik, but instead seemed to be standing next to Agent Romanov. Charlie was just minding its own business, though. Still, it could be a little unnerving; but this was a parlor trick, and one which Erik either didn't know how to control, or had no capacity to control. The owner of the rebellious shadow was not certain which of those two it was.<br><br>The moment the Director began to talk, though, Charlie seemed to race straight across the ground, and take its position where it should be; like a student who just heard the late bell ringing, and was literally running to get into his seat. The shadow made no noise, of course; it existed only as an image. This sort of behavior, with his shadow, happened all throughout the first day; and it would happen throughout this day, and probably, every day. <br><br>Despite the dark shades Erik wore--yes, even inside, because most artificial lights bothered the hell out of him-- the Director would probably still be able to sense that the one with the free roaming shadow was paying attention only to him. <br><br>Thankfully, this whole formal moment seemed to pass quickly. Erik liked that, he was pretty sure that if this had turned into something long, he might have cracked a bit. He felt the air was tense; but maybe that was just his own anxiety of this new situation. He had a day here, but it'd probably take him a full week to stop feeling like a fish that's been hooked and removed from the water.<br><br>He slides out of his seat, noticeably quite quietly. Probably the quietest of them all. The way he moved spoke of efficiency, he never moved in any way that was more than he needed. He was also quick, without moving fast, to head straight towards the food; and as he did so, he passed by Victor. Close enough to hear his mumbling. "Talk with the wardrobe people, I'm sure they'll give you something less eccentric. Biker's jacket, maybe?" As he drifted by, his shadow seemed to 'lag out' around Victor, reacting not as quickly as it should; as if it was reluctant.&nbsp; He kind of thought that leather and chains would suit someone like Victor.<br><br>Now, he had eaten a lot yesterday, but, thing is... he's used to scraping by on very little. Some times, he'd have stretches of malnutrition, even. And now, there was all this food... and while he keeps civilized and polite, respectful and mindful, there is an obvious gusto in which he would start gathering food to eat, soda to drink. <br><br>He also seemed somewhat tensed up and guarded as he ate. He ate quickly, too. It's not like somebody here would sneak up on him and steal the food right off his plate, but... he's had to deal with that far too many times in his life. It's become an ingrained habit to eat quickly, and remain almost defensive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 03:36:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor, Room Three<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening <br><strong>Wearing</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><br>The Directors voice sounded angry. That was the most noticeable thing she recognized about Nick Fury as he stood upon the stage, commanding attention based on presence alone. He was practically exuding authority over the students and did so with a practiced poise and delivery, leaving no doubt in his mind or that of the students that he was the Commander. Or Director as it was. Mantis found the entire situation rather intriguing, including the mans manner of speaking.<br><br>Having spent most of her life with the Priests of Pama, such talk like she was hearing right now couldn't help but grab and seize her attention. Despite considering herself rather well learned, the Priests she grew up with had been excellent teachers in a variety of fields, her mind was still catching up with his English and translating it into her own native language. Furthermore, the impact of some of his words had far less effect upon her then his typical audience she imagined. She never thought of her skills and talents as gifts, or as herself being anything but human, but most importantly, when Nick Fury stated Captain Steve Rogers name, it was almost without impact upon her.<br><br>Granted she had heard of the so-called Battle of New York and been awestruck by the revelation of such advanced, and yet primitively barbaric extraterrestrial life that lived beyond their solar system and of Captain Steve Rogers role in it, but still she didn't have the same association with him as an icon as many of the others did. And not just because she wasn't American or Western or shared similar values, but just the natural seclusion of her culture from the world made her wonder if such miraculous individuals truly were rare or not. Having grown up and been tutored in a cloistered and sheltered world where possibilities were constantly stretched and bent, she was truly having a hard time realizing how exceptional the individuals SHIELD had gathered here, Steve Rogers included.<br><br>In fact, as she was in America now, she wondered that now that she got the chance to meet Steve Rogers, maybe she would get to meet another true American hero, like Michael Jordan or Carl Lewis. But, Steve Rogers was more martially inclined at the least. But she was still wary of him being a teacher, considering how such a well regarded soldier would ever be able to devote time to them while also serving his country. But if his desire was earnest, surely he would find a way to accommodate.<br><br>When his introductory speech was over and their attention drawn to the buffet, wondering if that was another test, before her eyes settled back down upon her transparent tablet... computer... thing. It took Jean to actually help Mantis figure out how to turn the thing on... and how to unlock it. And since then... Mantis hadn't exactly advanced much beyond just turning it on and unlocking it. Then her eyes turned back to the buffet again, where nothing seemed to truly stand out as wetting her appetite.<br><br>Deciding to take a lead from the other students she was barely acquainted with yet, she imagined following their lead would be best. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 06:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brandt.<br><hr> <br><br>Nick Fury...Arthur was captivated by his words. The Director commanded respect and Arthur was inclined to give it. The young man followed the exploits of Tony Stark, Bruce Banner and Steve Rodgers as much as he could. But Fury was a mystery to him, it was like the man didn't even exist. Now it seemed that Arthur was wanted, along with the others in this room, to be a hero. Arthur was excited to get started, he really hated his normal school after discovering his powers but this place seemed suited to him.<br><br>As soon as Fury gave attention to the Captain, Arthur nodded and thought to himself that the Captain would make a good gym coach but Arthur felt like Steve Rodgers would end up being the Principal. After the speech Arthur stood up and grabbed his bracelet like gauntlet with his left hand. Since he found the thing Arthur could not remove it, only shift its forms...Currently it was in a form that went from his wrist and continued down to his elbow in black and gold armor like a bracer. Often Arthur wondered if he would want to be a hero without it. Or if he even had what it took. All Arthur was sure of, was that he now had a gift and would use it until he was dead.<br><br>Upon the the completion of the speech Arthur stood up and looked around. He couldn't seen Jean, who had been nice enough to show him how to get to his room when he arrived this morning. Really she was the only person he knew at the moment but if Arthur was going to get to know the other students, now was a good time to get started. He walked up to Brandt with his tablet in one hand and extended the other. A thick British accent rolled off his tongue as he spoke. "Hello, Arthur Taylor. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said. He had noticed Eric and Victor and planned to introduce himself to everyone before the night was over and with any luck even get to shake the hand of a true American hero but for now, Brandt would be his first friend here. Or so he hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 06:51:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What’s pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> EVERYONE, Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Arthur, Mantis, Jen, Cassie, Megan, Victor, Jimmy, Scott, Xavier, and Cap.<br><hr> <br><br>It was hard to believe that only sixteen short days ago Jean had been alone.&nbsp; Well, not completely alone.&nbsp; Her parents had been there and so had the Professor.&nbsp; The last two weeks, however, had been a whirlwind with plenty of new and interesting people.&nbsp; First she had met Scott, then Megan and Jimmy, then came Cassie, Jen, and Victor.&nbsp; If the weeks prior had been busy, the last day and a half had been completely chaotic, at least, in Jean’s opinion.&nbsp; The school had easily doubled its students with just the Saturday arrivals.&nbsp; Now she strained to remember everyone’s name, and had, so far, not cheated.<br><br>She was currently dressed in a casual suit and skirt combo, though she felt overdressed.&nbsp; The room felt warm, as she sat amidst her fellow students.&nbsp; She hoped no one was seeing her sweat despite the extra layer of antiperspirant she’d applied.&nbsp; The filters in her mind were holding strong, but she could feel the quiet buzz of other people’s thoughts and emotions merely on the other side of her psychic barriers.&nbsp; To those sitting near her, they may notice that she was breathing deeply, an exercise the Professor had shown her.&nbsp; Green eyes fell upon the Professor’s and she suddenly felt a wave of serenity wash over her.&nbsp; A smile of gratitude touched her lips and her breathing returned to normal.<br><br>Then Director Fury began to address them.&nbsp; This was the first time Jean had med the man and she couldn’t help but feel intimidated.&nbsp; She listened carefully.&nbsp; Xavier had shared his dream of what he wanted to accomplish with A.C.E., but it was odd hearing it come from someone else.&nbsp; There was an intensity that forced goose bumps to clutter her skin.&nbsp; Did they really expect a bunch of kids to do what the New York Five had accomplished?&nbsp; She looked at her fellow students from the corners of her eyes.&nbsp; She knew what a few of them could do, to a degree at least.&nbsp; Jen had shown off her powers to Jean, and she was just like the Green Man from the Battle of New York, except – you know – female.<br><br>An all too sudden chill raced down her spine when Fury let them know what <em>he</em> expected.&nbsp; Doubt and uncertainty quickly filled her every pore before her heart sank.&nbsp; Her parents didn’t know any of this.&nbsp; She fought against the emotions.&nbsp; Xavier wouldn’t put her into a position that he didn’t think she could handle.&nbsp; She fully believed that he was looking out for her well being.<br><br>The speech was over nearly as quickly as it had begun and they were told to mingle and eat.&nbsp; If this was military life, it wasn’t too bad, she thought.<br><br>Jean leaned into Jen, who was sitting right next to her.&nbsp; <strong>”For being nearly ninety, Captain Steve Rodgers is hawt!”</strong> she said with a giggle, before she glanced at the Professor to see if he was eavesdropping and then scanned the faculty in case one of them had heard.&nbsp; <br><br>Jean would like to think that she’d grown close to Jen, Cassie, and Megan in the last week, or more, despite her awkwardness.&nbsp; The girls had gotten up to a bit of mischief during the days leading to the start of class, and while nothing came of it, they’d had fun.&nbsp; The impromptu pool party was one of Jean’s favorite memories to date.&nbsp; With classes beginning again, Jean wondered if they’d get a chance to include the new kids in the next one.<br><br>She stood and waited for the girls before casually wondering over to the buffet, giving Victor a small smile as she walked past.&nbsp; She chose a plate and began taking a small sampling of several choice options.&nbsp; Jean didn’t have the metabolic needs some of the others did, but she wasn’t shy when it came to food.<br><br>She looked at Mantis who seemed to be trying to decide what was edible.&nbsp; <strong>”I’m sure it’s all good.&nbsp; You can sit with us if you’d like?”</strong> she said in a friendly manner as she invited the monk to join her and her friends.&nbsp; When Arthur introduced himself to Mantis, Jean spoke invitingly, <strong>”Arthur come join us when you get your food.”</strong><br><br>Jean then found a place that could accommodate many more than just the five girls and would flag down anyone who looked like they were looking for a seat before inviting the person to join them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 07:04:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/6261b88b19a050d20d013f43a4e96135/tumblr_n3a8zlmZEP1sn4hzbo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danielle&nbsp; Moonstar<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dani, Mirage<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 1st Floor, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Summer wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=118965528)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (mentioned&nbsp; Mr. Fury, the Professor, <strong>Cassie</strong>, directly addressed<strong>Victor</strong>)<br><hr> <br>Testing her theory Dani leaned to the left in her chair almost bumping into the student seated nearest to her.&nbsp; Yep.&nbsp; It was official, no matter where she went that one eye seemed to be following her.&nbsp; Which was kind of eerie really.&nbsp; Shaking her head she settled back in her seat and tried to focus on the man's words, wincing slightly at the brief lecture on the importance of gaining control.&nbsp; Thanks for the reminder.&nbsp; As if she, or any of the assembled students could forget. <br><br>Dark brown eyes followed the Director's hand as he motioned to the staff members, lingering briefly on the man in the wheelchair.&nbsp; So, this was the guy? Dani had a hard time envisioning him as one of her father's friends.&nbsp; William had been tall, athletic with a kind of easy charm and a quick smile.&nbsp; At least from what she could remember of him.&nbsp; The Professor looked quite serious and incapable of the myriad of out door activities that her father had so loved.&nbsp; What could they have possibly done together or talked about? It was mind boggling, and not worth dwelling upon because whatever their history Dani needed to focus on her present. There was certainly more than enough to keep her occupied.<br><br>Seriously how did they expect them to keep up with that schedule? It had taken her almost a half an hour to figure out the strange pad left in her room, a lot of trial and error and a good bit of muttering under her breath but eventually it all became clear.&nbsp; She almost wished it hadn't.&nbsp; Her life, planned down to the hour for the next ... however long she was here at the school.&nbsp; Calculus and chemistry? And a whole forty five minutes to herself in the evening.&nbsp; For a girl used to spending whole days out on the ranch by herself, sometimes stretching over a well over week if she was in a particular mood or her grandfather had to go somewhere it was a rather daunting prospect.&nbsp; Space seemed to be a luxury they were not going to be given here at the school.<br><br>Oh sure, she had her own room and no complaints about that.&nbsp; In truth it was larger than the one she'd had at home, but she could still hear them.&nbsp; Voices in the common area near by, foot steps in the halls, just the feeling of ... people wherever she turned.&nbsp; It wasn't BAD exactly, but it was unnerving and odd sounds had kept her up most of the night.&nbsp; At least she had gotten a lot of reading done.&nbsp; The ranch had never had a television and until Dani started reading she hadn't realized just how isolated it had been there.&nbsp; The attack upon New York, she'd heard about it, kind of, Colorado wasn't exactly like living under a rock, but it was pretty damn close.&nbsp; The scope of the threat had been mind boggling.&nbsp; These people had stopped a large scale invasion of a hostile race. It was impressive and more than a little bit intimidating.<br><br>People began standing and her head shook, clearing from that bout of introspection to realize that the brief intro speech was over and they were effectively dismissed.&nbsp; Long legs uncurled and she stood, her hands skimming lightly over the bared tan skin of her arms, an action that was more comforting than it was about being cold.&nbsp; It was a bit late in the year for a tank top and cut off jeans, but Dani had lived in the Rockies long enough to know that you had to stretch your wardrobe as far into fall as you could. Even SHIELD couldn't do anything about the months of snow ahead.&nbsp; At least she was pretty sure they couldn't though at this point not much would surprise her.<br><br>She didn't bother with a plate, kind of weaving her way in and around the assembled students and the buffet table snagging whatever appealed to her at that moment and popping it into her mouth.&nbsp; She wasn't even really hungry, she'd done nothing but stay in her dorm room, glued to that little tablet they'd provided all day.&nbsp; No eating was more a nervous habit than anything else right now, giving her something to do with her hands. <br><br><em>Beware of the man who does not talk, and the dog that does not bark.</em> She heard her grandfather's voice quite clearly in her head and a small almost self deprecating smile pulled at her lips for a moment.&nbsp; Hundreds of miles away and he was still right.&nbsp; It was both annoying and reassuring.&nbsp; Time to mingle and talk and make a stab at 'normal'. Taking a deep breath she looked around picking her target carefully.&nbsp; She'd been hoping to find the little blonde girl, their rooms were almost next to one another and Cassie struck her as someone who could hold up the bulk of a conversation on her own, but the thought of approaching that throng of female students was something she'd need to work up to. Instead she found Victor.&nbsp; She recognized him somewhat from her partially open door during his comings and goings throughout the day.&nbsp; Hands wiped on the worn denim of her jeans and she moved to stand near him clearing her throat lightly.<br><br>"We sleep on the same floor.&nbsp; I hate tomatoes, and your bone structure is unique but pleasing."&nbsp; There.&nbsp; A statement of fact, sharing of personal information, and a compliment. She watched him expectantly then, she had broken the ice and now it was his turn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 11:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, by a table by himself, eating.<br><hr> <br><br>Jimmy had sat near the back and among the first few to find a seat over by a table once they were dismissed. Jimmy had picked up on the tablet real quick after Jean had shown him the ropes on it. He was not slow, opposite in fact, but the young man picked up things quicker by using a hand's on approach. He cared little about Nick Fury's announcement and intention, he had a feeling it was something along those lines. Things were not adding up to him, not since he arrived and he was more invested in getting to the bottom of it. The only issue he had was where? How far back? <br>&nbsp;<br>Everything regarding the tablet came down to a request or some form of clearance, because of that, he stopped keeping notes on it and stuck to paper and pen. On a sheet of paper he had his name written down, above them the names of his parents with any information he could recall. Considering these were his parents, it was his life, it could all fit on a few pages of paper. Things did not add up, the biggest thing he lacked was emotion, Jimmy could admit he liked beer more than his own parents. He lacked an attachment to them. With the room growing louder, he figured it was time to put it away for now&nbsp; and grab a bite. Jimmy left the tablet on the table but was sure to tuck his pad and pen into his jacket. <br><br>After loading up a plate of food, he make a double take and grumbled at the lack of drinks (mainly beer).&nbsp; Settling on a soda, he returned to his table and sat down to eat, his gaze following on all the new faces as they mingled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 19:45:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8e/Jamesverrryyoung.png/180px-Jamesverrryyoung.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor/Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red turtle neck, Black dress pants, Black leather jacket and black leather shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (Mentions Steve, Nick, Xavier)<br><hr> <br><br>Nathaniel wasn't to sure of how he felt about Fury. He seemed all business and cared less about people themselves. Not only did it annoy him but it made him weary of the man himself. He would have to keep his guard up around him and make sure that he knew what he was up to at all times when he was around him.<br><br>The other man in the wheel chair on the other hand...Professor Xavier...seemed a little more trustworthy. There was just something about his eyes that made him seem like a warm and caring person. Someone who actually cared about people. He knew he would enjoy getting to know the older man. He appeared to be wise and gentle and at the moment that is the kind of people he needed in his life.<br><br>Still, who was he really to judge either man since he didn't know either one of them fully? All, he knew is what his gut was telling him and it told him Fury...untrustworthy and Xavier...trustworthy.<br><br>Then there was Steve Rodgers. He never imagined he would ever meet someone as great at him. Someone so untouchable and yet so damn hot looking. He had always admired the man. Not only for his strength but for the way he looked in a uniform. Yes, in his mind Steve Rodgers was one of the greats and all he could hope for was to be half the man he was and look half as good in a uniform....if he made it that far.<br><br>Getting, up from his chair and looking around as everyone began to introduce themselves to one another, Nathaniel, quietly "snuck" away to go to the food table. He hated being shy around so many people but it was just who he was. <br><br>After all it was one thing to meet with a small group of people of maybe two or three, or meet someone one on one but this was a little overwhelming and he knew what happened when his emotions got out of control so he thought it be best to get out of the line of fire for the moment and go to where there wasn't so many people. <br><br>Going to the buffet table where there were a few stragglers, he picked up a plate and began loading it as full of food as he could before finding a table away from everyone else, that way he could check out the other students from a distance and decide on who he thought would make good friends and allies and who might not be as friendly or safe to be around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 19:53:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Strange<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 3rd floor, room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2, early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slacks, light jacket, tie, collared shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Stephen wasn't overly comfortable with big groups. His entire school career thus far had been one big competition so showing signs of weakness or having the audacity to help others study was tantamount to sabotaging oneself. While he still had every intention of pursuing his medical degree, he knew there was no avoiding this place and what he had to learn here. Whatever destiny awaited him, he would be a fool to think he could do it without the help of others. Still, it wasn't going to be an easy transition. He followed the example of another student who looked very outwardly like he wanted to be left alone; Stephen knew his soft features would not advertise his desire for solitude but he hoped the fact that he was intentionally going to a table alone would suffice to deliver the sentiment. They didn't seem a bad lot, most of them, but he knew the saying 'power corrupts' and even he had to wrestle with his own conscience at times when he first discovered his abilities had manifested themselves. The fact that most of them hadn't even turned old enough to drink legally was not encouraging as far as them having their moral centers fully developed.<br><br>The environment had set him at ease, however. He felt safe, secure, unlike his previous homes. There was always a sense of foreboding, like something watching him from the shadows, waiting for him to be alone and vulnerable. Here, he felt that would not be a concern and it was a very welcome validation of his belief. He just had to know that if the things he occasionally dreamed of did show themselves, these other students could have his back. It may have been his destiny to protect the world from threats that came from beyond, but he wouldn't say no to some assistance. Especially if that giant flame-headed monster he occasionally had nightmares about showed up.<br><br>The ratio of males to females there seemed pretty even, he observed. Quite unlike the Avengers from the battle of New York. Not that he was looking for a relationship right now, per se. He had quite enough things on his mind as it is. And even though it would be nice to be able to share the burdens of his life, it just seemed like with others who carried similar abnormalities, he'd be having a net gain in stress rather than a reduction. Of course, that might depend on how good a girlfriend would be in bed...but if things didn't work out in a relationship, they'd still have to see each other every day in classes and whatnot. Talk about awkward and uncomfortable, plus if they wanted to play out some revenge fantasies on him, they'd be much more capable than merely keying his car or something benign like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 21:52:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everybody, Jean specifically<br><hr> <br><br>Mmm, food. Definitely worth it so far. One can never quite appreciate the smaller things in life, the things that are taken for granted, until one has lost them. But now, it seemed, like he would actually have to worry about stopping himself from eating in the days ahead.&nbsp; <br><br>Getting away from the food table would be a good first step. This was most easily accomplished when he saw Jean again, and he sort of quietly followed after her. One could say he was shadowing her, if one wanted to make horrible puns. He settled down quietly at her table, along with the others, an easy smile on his face. He was wearing a red shirt that had clearly seen better days, with its frayed edges and small holes. He also wore denim pants that were faded with age, with some rips and tears scattered across it. His shoes were old, and used to be black, but now seemed to have faded into a dark gray color. His left shoe actually has some duct tape wrapped around it in some places.&nbsp; These shoes basically were good enough to get him not kicked out of 'no shoes, no service' establishments. <br><br>Probably, he should consider requisitioning some new clothes. Along with his beloved knife.&nbsp; He hoped they would give him back that particular knife, which he was still a little sore about surrendering.&nbsp; People here, they could use their powers and stuff in&nbsp; the light of day. What could he do, when not submerged in darkness? Parlor tricks. It made him feel vulnerable, and while some others might feel safe because of their surroundings, because of the environment, Erik didn't really get why they would feel safe. Why anyone would feel safe, really, without personal power. <br><br>Meanwhile, 'Charlie' had decided that it did not want to stay with Erik any longer. Now, Charlie was on the floor by Nathaniel, looking as if the shadow belonged to a man sitting across the table from him. Since they were both on the same floor, Nathaniel may have seen Charlie before; or else, might have observed how the shadows don't seem to act right whenever Erik is around. <br><br>"How's it going? Nervous?" He'd ask Jean. She was basically the first person he befriended here, and this means he's going to kind of stick with her until he feels more comfortable around the others. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 22:32:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open, Jimmy, mentioning Jean<br><hr><br>The past couple of months since he had woken up in the hospital had been chaotic and taxing, but now, sitting in the auditorium surrounded by people like him, listening to an address from the director of SHIELD, with Captain America standing next to him, Scott felt as if the whole thing had been worthwhile. <em>Why</em> was the question that had been running through his head for some time, during his various ordeals. Why had this happened to him? His parents, the plane crash, the lost years, the catastrophe when he awoke, the detainment, the tests and examinations… Why him? Talking to Jean about things over the past weeks had been helpful, but seeing Steve Rogers on stage, listening to Nick Fury addressing them, he knew why. He felt a renewed sense of determination and purpose. SHIELD had given him, and everyone in the room, a chance, and a place to feel at home.<br><br>Most of the other students he had only had passing contact with. Some of them had been pleasant, and he was looking forward to getting to know them better. Others, he wasn’t so sure about. Regardless, they were all in the same boat now. They had been brought here to learn to control their powers, and many of them had likely been through traumatic experiences. It was something, at least, and Scott was looking forward to getting to know each of them, and learning with them. It would be a strange experience, certainly, but, maybe attending classes with other people would get things back towards feeling normal.<br><br>Having been to his room already, and being more or less familiar with the facilities, Scott didn’t have a lot of need for the tablet he had been provided with yet. Still, he tucked it away before rising from his seat, seeing that people were already starting to gather and feed themselves. Except Jimmy, of course. His interactions with Jimmy had been brief and a little awkward during the last weeks, and while Scott was still determined to get to know him, he was having a hard time figuring the other man out. Smiling at Jean and giving a slight wave as he went to the buffet table, he loaded up a plate and got a drink before walking over to the table where Jimmy was sitting, taking a seat across from him.<br><br>“<strong>Nick Fury, huh? He seems very… Intense.</strong>” Scott pointed out conversationally. It was difficult to make eye contact with the sunglasses on, but, the faint glow of his eyes behind them at least gave some indication where he was looking. “<strong>What do you think of the class schedule?</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keldia</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 22:38:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3 | Room 2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd | Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Strange | Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Everyone | Specifically Danielle, Jean, Jimmy, Scott, Victor<br><hr> <br><br><em>More than human.</em><br><br>Those were the words that the man on stage had described them as and, honestly? They were still kind of sinking in. Katherine Pryde never really felt special or unique a day in her entire life. Not at home, not at school, nothing. She had been, for lack of a better term, just plain and ordinary and, hey, she could live with that. A seventeen-year-old whose main concerns were getting into college and blushing when that cute guy in Chemistry would turn around to ask for a spare pencil. It felt like a rug had been pulled from underneath her feet and, all of the sudden, all these new responsibilities were suddenly piling up as she was singled out as one of these kids who were meant to do something more.<br><br>But could she really? Kitty wasn't a soldier and she sure didn't feel like a hero. But that was what this academy was for in the first place, right? Grooming up people like her to help fight alongside people like Tony Stark or, as a more immediate example, even Steve Rogers who she recognized as standing on stage. While it was nice to know that they were going to be in capable hands – one didn't wear an eye-patch without meaning business – it still didn't do much to reassure her when she remembered all the destruction that had been caused in New York and that she might be expected to participate in a crisis just like that one.<br><br>As Katherine straightened out the hem of her knee-length skirt and adjusted her blouse, chocolate brown eyes curiously traveled over to the man seated in the wheelchair. Fury introduced him as Charles Xavier. A supporter of the program and a consultant. Right. It didn't take a genius to know that there was a lot more than was left out there. The man seemed to exude a presence that was more than that. More than the Director and Captain Rogers even, despite his shorter stature due to his seated form. She just couldn't put her finger on what that actually was. Hmm...Intriguing. Of course, it was then she could swear that his gaze met her own and she hurriedly looked away, turning back towards the speaker in a trench-coat instead.<br><br>The speech was short and concise. Almost frightening to the point. And, after what couldn't have been more than two minutes total, they were left to their own devices. Just like that. To call the sinking feeling in her stomach akin to the one she had on her first day of high school when she had arrived without knowing a soul would have been oddly appropriate, actually. All these people, totally foreign and completely unknown to her except for a bunch of names which really didn't amount to much. Except for Brandt anyways since someone without a first name likely had a pretty darn good story behind it. Still, the regret of spending her first day at the facility sticking mostly to herself and fiddling with the tablet gizmo – come on, it was more complicated than it looked! – was definitely hitting her. Sure, she had made some small introductions to those who had been around and even had gone for a late night swim to clear her head, but now was the part where she couldn't hide anymore. All she could do was take a deep breath, realize that everyone else was probably going through the same feelings as she was, and just take a dive into the deep end.<br><br>Scanning the students who had wasted no time in getting up showed that most had made a beeline straight for the food. Her own stomach growling, she couldn't exactly blame them. What else were they going to do? Awkwardly stand there? Having something in her hands would help. Joining the small crowd as everyone began grabbing various selections of food, Katherine tried to pick up a plate and mentally cursed at herself when she saw her hand go through the stack on her first attempt. She had to calm down. Trying again and sighing in relief as she managed to pick one up this time, she piled on a little amount of...something. Kitty wasn't really even paying attention to what was on her plate as long as it was edible. That wasn't exactly her main concern right now.<br><br>Jean Grey and Scott Summers were the two that she probably felt most comfortable around, just coming off the fact that both had seemed to settle into the facility more than everyone else and that both seemed rather friendly. Recognizing the red hair, she gave <strong>Jean</strong> and her companions a little wave with her free hand. She saw <strong>Scott</strong> join one of the others at a table <strong>who was wearing a biker jacket</strong> and gave him a nod and a smile. There was also <strong>Danielle</strong> and <strong>Victor</strong> who seemed to be talking although, two people Kitty could really say she knew by name. Her gaze scanning the others, there seemed to be a bunch who had separated from the pack, choosing their own tables to sit at instead of the one which was slowly filling up with more people. Recognizing one of them, she decided to carry her food and take a seat across from Sam...no...Stewart? That couldn't be right. Stephen! Yeah, bingo.<br><br>“So, uh, hello.” It wasn't the most eloquent of greetings but it would do. She fidgeted in the seat a bit, straightening out of the hem of her skirt before raising a hand across the table for him to shake. “I'm Katherine.” Her shoulders came up in a shrug. “Or Kitty, I guess.” Pausing to clear her throat, she put on her best grin that came easier than she thought. “I think we're on the same floor so I thought I would come by and introduce myself. The third one, right?” That wasn't so hard. “Room 2 here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 23:20:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dani (Mentioning Kitty, Jimmy and Jean)<br><hr> <br>Redheads. The Kryptonite of every man on earth.<br><br>He smiled a bit star-struck like when she smiled at him. He had noticed her before around, of course, but she had been surrounded by others of her gender and he had never worked up the courage to make first contact. Now she had, he guessed, and he was there, looking like a drooling 3 month old baby. Charming, dumbass, he thought with a smirk, pushing himself out of his seat, real charming.<br><br>His eyes flickered over to the first arrival, a short, vividly blonde character dressed up like a real tough guy in biker boots and jacket, and all in black otherwise. The guy was odd, and something about him just ticked Victor off. An instinctive dislike for the short man. The two had never spoken, as Jimmy, as he discovered his name was, wasn't exactly the most social of people. And if things stayed that way, Victor wouldn't go out of his way to talk with the guy.<br><br>Distracted as he was with his mental conflict over just why he disliked Jimmy's very look, he didn't notice that a young, good-looking young woman had stopped in front of him until she spoke. Panic surged through the young man as he tried to process what she was saying and formulate a response at the same time, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched until she did. Even after she was finished talking, all he could get out for the next few awkard seconds were," I.... Uhhh..."<br><br>He cleared his mind, rushing for a save," I... Well, I have seen you around..." He nodded. Awesome start. Show her that you have eyes," Who doesn't like tomatoes... they go awesome in a salad," Kill me now, he thought as his eyes flickered this way and that, hoping someone would swoop in to be a hero and save his ass. Kitty seemed to make an attempt, but it wasn't helping him at the moment so he went again, stubborn, thick-headed critter that he was," Where are you from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 23:53:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/6261b88b19a050d20d013f43a4e96135/tumblr_n3a8zlmZEP1sn4hzbo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danielle&nbsp; Moonstar<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dani, Mirage<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 1st Floor, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Summer wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=118965528)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (<strong>Victor</strong> , mentioned <strong>Kitty</strong> and indirectly <strong>Stephen</strong>)<br><hr> <br>For a brief moment when his panic became apparent at her approach Dani thought that the unthinkable had happened.&nbsp; Had she lost control here in her first real conversation on the first day?&nbsp; Usually she could see the manifestation as well and knew when it was happening, but perhaps her... ability worked differently on other 'more than humans'. Should she get help? One of the other students perhaps?&nbsp; Dark eyes met Kitty's&nbsp; and she was very close to interrupting her on her way to sit with Stephen and ask for help when Victor managed to rally and form real words.<br><br>Relief surged through her.&nbsp; His halting awkwardness didn't even really register, she was just so damn happy to have not messed things up already. His brief ramble about tomatoes caused her to shrug.&nbsp; "Perhaps hate is a strong word, but I avoid them where I can.&nbsp; They squish oddly when you bite into them and I cannot stand the texture ... plus their status as a fruit when they clearly belong with vegetables is offensive."&nbsp; Valid points but one could tell from the small smile playing on the corners of her mouth that Danielle wasn't completely serious.&nbsp; The random rather inane topic had served its purpose though and provided some back and forth conversation and she was going to go ahead and chalk that one up in the win column.<br><br>"I grew up not that far from here actually.&nbsp; A bit further south.&nbsp; Colorado.&nbsp; It might have been easier to pick me up via car actually now that I think about it, but I'm glad they sent the ... airplane thing." Quinjet had not yet been added into her vocabulary.&nbsp; "Yesterday was my first time flying.&nbsp; It was ..." Dani trailed off with another small shrug unable to find a quick way to explain.&nbsp; It was flying. A bit nerve wracking, exciting, interesting, then oddly boring as nothing but clouds floated by.&nbsp; She'd been in the air for less than an hour.<br><br>"How about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 00:51:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Charles_Xavier_Wolverine_zps62f8189a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Professor<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium, stage, before moving to the floor.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Charles Xavier allowed his mind to simply settle upon those gathered in the auditorium and drift.&nbsp; Much like other people simply listened, that was what he was doing.&nbsp; He wasn’t prying, so to speak, but there was a gentle hum of thought and emotion and like a cipher, he was able to read what no one else on the planet could.&nbsp; The emotions ran the gamut from excitement to nervousness and from exhilaration to trepidation.&nbsp; When the pitch of a thought or emotion began to rise above the chorus, he focused his mind on that person and helped them find the calmness within.<br><br>Jean had been the first, but his calming presence soon fell over the rest of the students, like a blanket gently settling upon the audience.&nbsp; The young redhead had been on the breaking point before he had intervened.&nbsp; It had been nothing more than a helping hand, or a crutch to lean upon; they would stand on their own soon enough.<br><br>Xavier steepled his finger in front of him and rested his elbows on the arms of his wheelchair.&nbsp; The young people gathered before him were truly extraordinary.&nbsp; He had hand-picked each and every one of the students and had made the recommendations to Director Fury.&nbsp; Since Fury had trusted Charles, he had approved the individuals.&nbsp; It was likely that the Director had also seen the potential in this first class.<br><br>A pleased smile settled upon Charles’ lips as Nick Fury addressed the students and faculty.&nbsp; The man had a way with words and an intensity that was possibly a supernatural talent in its own right.&nbsp; The message was simple and clear.&nbsp; Since Charles could remember, that was how Fury operated.&nbsp; It was likely why the man had been placed in charge of an organization as clandestine and powerful as S.H.I.E.L.D.<br><br>As Nick exited the stage, Charles nodded to him and began to roll his chair toward the ramp which led to the ground below.&nbsp; He was eager to talk with the students and to welcome them to the Academy.&nbsp; The chair picked up speed as it rolled down the ramp and Charles spun it ninety degrees before bringing the chair to a complete halt.&nbsp; He then slowly rolled toward a few of the youngest students gathered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 05:21:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor, Room Three<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening <br><strong>Wearing</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur, Jean, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Mantis smiled warmly, and politely, bowing her head slightly before hesitating and offering her extended hand to the man with the British voice. "Arthur from... England?" she then said in a slightly accented English, which despite having never left Vietnam until a few days ago, seemed to be a language she had excellent conversational command of, despite some odd inflections. "Please call me Mantis. Brandt is the... how do you say.... surname of my Father. I did not carry it, but it is my legal name apparently to SHIELD and Vietnamese Ministry of Health," she stated matter of factly whilst leading the way to the buffet line, figuring the dining experience would help in socializing with the others. Outside of the briefest of interactions however, outside of Jean Grey, she hadn't had the chance to really meet any of the students but was thankful when she encountered the friendly redhead at the buffet line and pointing out not only the edible foods, at least from her point of view, but also invited her to sit with her other friends or people she had met as well. <br><br>She found a platter of various dinner foods, avoiding the rice after having tried it the first day and finding it decidedly drier then she typically enjoyed, plus the rice itself was low quality. Instead she was taking a dinner cue from the Westerners and was tentatively trying a pasta and steamed vegetable medley which was apparently a common combination here in the states, at least as much as rice and vegetables was in her homeland. Then, to be even more truly daring, she rounded it out with something called macaroni and cheese, another noodle dish, and something which actually looked rather terrifying to her, cheesy broccoli. As she sat at Jean's table, realizing instinctively how popular she seemed to be, even from the envious, possibly lusty stares she was getting from some of the more masculine young males present, Mantis wondered how she would fit into this whole social dynamic.<br><br>It was something for her to ponder as she introduced herself to the Western world of an infinite varieties of cheeses and how to prepare them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 06:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><hr> <br><br>"Yes, from England. Just like King Arthur. The young man said with a laugh in his voice. He liked the accent of Mantis. A wry smile touched the corner of his lips while he followed the woman to the line of food. "Well I apologize Mantis, I won't make that mistake again. But judging from the way you look...I don't think you want to eat the mac and cheese. It will make you fat." He said jokingly and picked up some steamed vegetables and a single baked potato. Arthur often ate light, and stuck to a strict workout. <br><br>Arthur had heard Jean and nodded his head at her to confirm he would meet up with them. "Mantis, would you mind asking Jean and her friends to pull a few more tables together. I want to invite everyone else to join us as well. I think it would be good for everyone to get to know eachother." He patted Mantis on the shoulder then made his way over to Scott and Jimmy.<br><br>Standing at the side of the two men Arthur gave a gentle wave and spoke. "I don't think we have had the chance to speak. My name is Arthur. Sorry to interrupt you but I would like to invite you to have dinner with the rest of us over here." He said with a wave of his hand to the table Jean and Mantis were sitting at along with Erik. "I hope to see you guys over there." He walked away, tray in hand after his invitation and made the same invitation to everyone in the small room including the Professor and Captain. It took all the nerves in his body to invite the two of them. <br><br>After giving out the invitations Arthur made his way over to the table and sat down next to Mantis and Erik. "Good to meet you all. Arthur." He offered his hand to each man and woman at the tables and started to eat rather quickly. "So do you think there is an elective for sword fighting? I'm self taught but considering it's my main weapon I think I should know how to really do it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 09:46:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Scott and Him at a table, Arthur approaching then leaving <br><hr> <br><br>The smells in the room were starting to overpower his senses, too many scents, too many people. Jimmy wanted some fresh air or a cigar, the latter always dulled his sense of smell while he was puffing on one. Most of the smells were pleasant but others were not. It overpowered his food, food he could smell was a little heavy on the garlic for his taste but he was not going to let a good piece of meat go to waste. Jimmy had already decided to finish up as quickly as possible and get away at least for a moment before <strong>Scott</strong> strolled up to his table. <br><br>"Never seen a pirate before, Slim?" He nonchalantly dismissed the intimidating aura of Nick Fury. Jimmy was no fool, he had looked up some of the video from New York. He did not believe he could stand toe to toe with any of those other heroes, but he was not drinking the "future heroes" fruit punch. <br><br>The class schedule, Jimmy had not even given it a second look over when Scott had brought it up. "I didn't get Home-ec, even after I signed up for it." Jimmy replied in his dry, humorless (sounding) tone, a tone that sometimes made people wonder if it was a joke (or attempt at one) or not. <br><br>Jimmy glanced up at the arrival of <strong>Arthur </strong> and listened to his idea. "Sure kid, see ya over there." He replied to Aruthur but did not make a motion to move just yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 20:31:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8e/Jamesverrryyoung.png/180px-Jamesverrryyoung.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor/Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red turtle neck, Black dress pants, Black leather jacket and black leather shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Xavier (Open)<br><hr> <br><br>After Nathaniel had eaten practically everything on his plate and had checked out everyone in the auditorium, he decided now was a good time to start mingling now that his nerves had calmed down a little. <br><br>Deciding, to head over to the table that held the one with the strange glasses and the biker looking outfit, he began making his way through the crowd of students, ready to introduce himself when he saw Professor Xavier rolling around the main floor.<br><br>Impressed at knowing that he would come and hang out with the younger mutants and excited to get to meet the man himself, he slowly walked over to the Professor and placed his hand gently on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't startle the man to much, while introducing himself.<br><br>"Excuse, me. Professor Xavier. My name is Nathaniel Cartwright. I want to say what a pleasure it will be to be studying under someone as intelligent as yourself. It is quite an honor to meet you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 04:40:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open, Jimmy, Arthur<br><hr><br>Scott chuckled at the comment about pirates, though it took him a moment to register the nickname. He didn't mind it, though, he wasn't sure it was meant as a friendly nickname, or was meant as some sort of jab at him. He ignored it for the moment. It also took him a moment to figure out whether the comment about Home-ec was sarcastic or not, but, he eventually determined that it was. Look at that: Progress. Jimmy was sarcastic. He was learning something. Still, while the young man across the table might not have been buying in to the "future heroes" speech, Scott definitely was. Everything had been normal just over two years ago. Then the plane crash, two years lost, and he had woken up in the world after New York. There were suddenly heroes, monsters, aliens, superpowers. It was like everything had gone crazy, including himself, now shooting death-beams out of his eyes uncontrollably. Becoming a hero wasn't just the right thing to do, it was the only thing to do. It was the only thing that made sense. He glanced up as Arthur approached, inviting them to move over to the larger group.<br><br>"<strong>Thanks, Arthur. We'll be over in a minute.</strong>" Scott said with a smile after Jimmy had voiced some sort of agreement. After Arthur had wandered off, he turned his attention back to Jimmy. "<strong>Well, home-ec or not, we're all in it together now. Whatever this is. Want to go sit with the others?</strong>" He suggested, picking up his tray.<br><br>He had known Jimmy to be a bit of a loner so far, and wasn't about to drag him in to a social situation, but, he would at least repeat Arthur's suggestion. The faster they got to know everyone, the easier things would be once classes started, and he wasn't about to see someone left out, by their own intent or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 22:31:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Strange<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 3rd floor, room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2, early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slacks, light jacket, tie, collared shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>The others he was observing were an odd mix. Definitely a bit risky to have them all running free like this. He was sort of expecting a more military-style thing but this was really more like a private institute with much more freedom. He was surprised nobody had already pulled out an ability and created a scene, even if by accident. The least they could have done to facilitate social interactions and teamwork would have been to assign partnerships and give everyone a task to accomplish before eating. He wasn't sure what the others were capable of but he would have been happier to at least associate with someone who had abilities similar to his own.<br><br>He noticed someone heading in his direction and felt a slight aura about her that he hadn't felt from anyone else present; he didn't know what it meant but he suspected it may have been that she did have an ability like his, whatever it may have been. The list wasn't exactly long...not yet. Manipulation of energies, or possibly astralprojection. Too bad he wasn't that great at doing the latter. Oftentimes he'd fall asleep and remain within his dreams instead of consciously leaving his body. She may have been able to use those abilities or something else entirely...but he guessed it was likely to be very close or it wouldn't have registered with him.<br><br>He wondered who she was. She was a pretty girl, clearly not someone he would have seen in the neighborhood or private schools he grew up in but that didn't matter. Difference was refreshing and obviously she had something special about her, too. He considered getting up to move closer but it might have seemed to awkward after taking the trouble to distance himself. Maybe later. He did seem a tad overdressed as well. This wasn't his medical school interview, after all; his acceptance had been automatic. He kept his ears open, however, and soon determined that she was called Danny, or something like that. Strange, he thought. Then he sighed; he always felt conflicted about his surname. It certainly seemed apt now, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 03:05:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor, Room Three<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening <br><strong>Wearing</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Mantis deduced why it was called a corndog rather immediately since it did bear some superficial resemblance, at least in basic shape and mechanics of eating, to corn which she did help grow and harvest back in the Pama monastery gardens. But the corndog just looked off to her as she held it aloft in front of her by the small wooden popsicle stick that served as a handle to the food item as she leaned in, her nose wiggling as she took a whiff of the cornmeal battered hot dog, but found nothing to discern. Her eyes darting around, clearly not wanting to look too out of place, she then leaned in even closer and stuck her tongue out, pressing the tip against the corn dogs warm side, sampling its taste and texture before pausing.<br><br>Warm. Oily. Soft. Edible. Hopefully digestiable.<br><br>Her tongue lapped up against the cornmeal batter now, licking it like a popsicle before shrugging a bit to herself, finding the taste to be a bit light, feintly hinting of roasted corn, and somewhat savory yet oily, but still a bit underwhelming in the taste department. It was then her eyebrows perked upwards across her face, and glancing to her side, she noticed someone who seemed both a bit older then most of the students here, as well as a fair bit overdressed with his Western jacket and tie and realized this person was likely a student, as opposed to a staff member.<br><br>Her eyes focused on him, almost like dagger points as she focused her vision on the med student, someone she had never seen before and yet could read his face like a book, and see from a feint aura, the almost unrivaled potential that emanated from him. She pointed her corn dog at him. "You there. You should sit here. We should talk," she stated in a voice that while her words were direct and it was phrased like a command, her voice never the less was quite soft, even moreso due to her accented English. Plus her facial expressions looked rather non-threatening as she gave him a rather curious look beyond the gaze of her brown eyes upon him, which seemed far more penetrating to the point of almost feeling intrusive.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 21:41:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Strange<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 3rd floor, room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2, early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slacks, light jacket, tie, collared shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mantis, others at her table<br><br>Stephen wasn't unaware of his age and attire both making him stand out among the others, but he was still a teenager (for another few months, at least) and still fairly new to his awakened abilities. But he wasn't expecting to be called out so abruptly by someone who seemed to lack certain aspects of good manners. In fact her pointing a half-eaten corndog at him was almost as ridiculous as doing so holding a rubber chicken or some other British-comedy style faux pas. Speaking of British, that loud, pretty-boy Arthur's whole big display had also gotten this girl's attention and she introduced herself as...wait, she wanted to be called something other than her 'real' name. Then again, everyone was going to start using codenames sooner or later anyway. "Erm...Brandy, right? Or was it Mandy?" he couldn't remember names too well, never had the knack, though he was fairly close to her actual names of Brandt and Mantis.<br><br>He sighed and stood up. Well, it was never too early to start making friends. Or mortal enemies, for that matter. He was done eating, having not been too hungry, and left his tray where it was. "Be careful with that thing," he pointed to the corndog jokingly. He wasn't sure about the others near her, but he hoped they weren't quite as direct and uncompromising as this young woman seemed to be. "I'm not sure what you might have wanted to talk about," he sat down slowly, "but I'm sure we'll have plenty of time while we're here. I'm Stephen, Stephen Strange." he gave a curt wave of the hand rather than offering to shake. Her accent confused him and with her odd mannerisms he wasn't sure if sticking his hand in her direction might have been considered rude or even threatening. The last thing he needed was to either get punched in the throat or be forced to use his abilities and blow the table across the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keldia</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 23:17:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3 | Room 2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd | Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danielle | Victor<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Arthur | Jimmy | Scott | Stephen<br><hr> <br><br>The hand hung in the air, dangling for what seemed like an eternity, before it dropped back down to the table, nervously tapping against the plastic tray that she had put her plate of food on. Katherine chewed on her bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed. In normal circumstances, this would have been a point in the conversation in which the other person would speak up or say something but, then again, what about all of this – all of them – was normal to begin with, right? In this room were people who could levitate objects with their mind or shoot laser beams from their eyes. To think that this would be like interacting with other normal students her age was being <em>way</em> too optimistic. “Okay then.” An exhale. Perhaps he wanted some space. Perhaps. “I guess I'll...see you around, <strong>Stephen</strong>.”<br><br>Getting up from the table, tray in hand, <strong>Arthur</strong> came by with the proposal to come join him and a couple others who had found a place to sit together. Giving him a smile and a nod, she let him know that she was coming by soon and watched the English teen walk off to extend the invitation to <strong>Scott</strong> and <strong>the guy in the jacket</strong>. He seemed friendly, if anything, the foreign accent only helping him out in that fact. Excited, even. Definitely one of the people who wasn't intimidated by this whole A.C.E. Program, at least on the outside.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she began making her way towards where Arthur had pointed, making sure not to trip over her own feet due to the tray in her hands. Who knew that a couple scoops of macaroni and cheese along with a corn-dog could be so heavy? On her way, she found herself walking by <strong>Danielle</strong> and <strong>Victor</strong>, still talking amongst one another and stopped for a moment near the two, wondering what could be so intriguing. A frown crossed her delicate features as she heard the girl mention something about odd squishing. Huh? As curious of a person that she was, Kitty figured that some things might be better off not asking about.<br><br>Still, she figured it couldn't hurt to say hi to the two. Dani had come in the same day as she had but the two hadn't really spoken much besides a quick introduction and she didn't know know what the girl's...<em>gift</em> actually was. It seemed like such a weird thing to ask someone. Almost like talking about sexual orientation or questioning an orphan about what happened to their parents. At least that's what it felt like to her. Victor had been there longer than the both of them if she recalled. She had been a little intimidated when she first saw him – the guy was pretty much a giant and completely dwarfed her – he was surprisingly a awkward in a cute kind of way and they got along pretty decently in the short and small conversations they had yesterday.<br><br>Raising a hand up in greetings (and nearly dropping her tray in the process although, luckily, her reflexes kicked in), she gave the two a small smile. “Hey you two.” Her eyes went back-and-forth from Dani and Victor before the teasing side of her came out for a moment, a little more comfortable around the two she kind of somewhat knew. “I'm not interrupting anything <em>special</em> am I?” The emphasis on the word was almost impossible to miss but, if it went over a head, the widening grin would have given her away regardless. Hopefully they knew she wasn't being completely serious.<br><br>Hopefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 00:42:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><hr> <br><br>Everyone seemed to be getting along and even started to come to the tables that had been set up where Arthur was. His self appointed mission at the moment was finished. He quickly finished eating while listening in on the conversations going on around him. Mostly because he hadn't been spoken to for a long while. Gently he pushed the tray of empty food away and set the tablet down in front of him and pressed his thumb to the screen allowing it to turn on.<br><br>Arthur wasn't sure if everyone's turned on the same way but when he turned it on his personal info came up on screen. Height, weight, eye and hair color. Hell even what his powers were and what level they were estimated to be at. A quick swipe of his hand changed the screen to his classes. Arthur had yet to pick his first class of the day and thus brought up a list of classes and began to sift through them. He needed an elective for combat training. Intro to Melee Weapons. It seemed like something he should learn, Arthur placed his thumb to the target class name and it lit up in a green light. The class was confirmed and he was now in.<br><br>It was at that point that Steve sat down. Arthur flipped the screen page again and a list of students with their photos sprang up. It only gave their names and a few rather vague details. Arthur was almost amazed that the list did not include powers. Why would A.C.E. not want its students to know what the others were capable of? Judging by the way he spoke Arthur was inclined to believe the man's last name was accurate. He was indeed strange. <br><br>He glanced over his shoulder and looked at Katherine while she walked over closer to the table. For just a moment it was like time had slowed for Arthur. Katherine was stunning and graceful, it took everything he had to pick his jaw up off the floor. She stopped next to.....After a moment of thumbing through the pad he go a pair of names. Dani and Victor. Arthur tapped his fingers on the table, slightly annoyed. He wasn't sure why but he was getting kind of uneasy in the area. Maybe it was all the food. Or the idea of all of this was getting to him and he was only just now realizing it. It could have even been the fact that he felt like he couldn't compare to these other guys.<br><br>Arthur couldn't walk through walls, or grow claws from his fingers. Without his gauntlet he was just a kid. Arthur didn't belong here. He took a deep breath and shut off the tablet. Scooping that and the food tray in his palms, Arthur walked past the food line and set his dinner tray down on a small stack of dirty trays. <br><br>He decided to talk to the one man that might have in a way been like him. However his fear got the best of him and he walked right past Steve Rodgers and sat down alone on the stage. He hunched over and looked at the others who all seemed to be doing at least slightly better than he was at the moment. Were they all as freaked out as he was?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 06:47:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Scott before sneaking away. <br><hr> <br><br>He was not sure why, but he scoffed (slightly) at Scott's very idealistic view on the future of those eating dinner. Jimmy scanned the room and sized up the small crowd before turning towards Scott. Jimmy wanted to disagree but decided against it. To spare him from looking like an open mouth fool, he tore into his steak and chewed it down quickly with little care for manners. Jimmy unintentionally flashed the beast like fangs as he finished his dinner far quicker than anyone else. <br>"I don't like what is going on around here slim...things aren't adding up. I need some air, you catch up with the rest and don't go on repeating what I said." He confided in Jimmy as he stood from his chair and made an escape.<br><br>Jimmy didn't bother looking back, nothing could really stop him if they tried. By the time he was out, he made is way up to the stairs to see if he could take them all the way to the helipad on the roof. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong, once he made his way out he took a deep breath and let the fresh mountain air clean replace all the scents from the inside. It was there he found a place to sit and simply stare off at the mountains before he began to wonder where the hell these guys had stashed his bike and how hard would it be to retrieve it once he found it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 15:28:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dani<br><hr> <br>She... did have a good selection of points, he had to admit. Tomatoes were salad, not fruit salad material, and they did have a unique texture among foods. He felt a smile touching his lips as he tilted his head and nodded," Well, their scientific classification is a veggie, so not much we can do about that unless you are a Genetic Biologist, but you do have a good couple of points."<br><br>"Oh," He smiled, turning towards the table, picking up two plates and handing one to Dani," I'm a Boston..." He remembered his father always said that he was a Boston man, but he didn't think it applied. In many ways, he was still a teenager," Guy," He completed lamely," I hate flying myself. If we were meant to fly, we'd sprout wings, and I have a feeling that some of us already have," He chuckled, but there had been rumors," What really annoys me is the taking off and landing part though," He tapped his ears," Not too fond of feeling like my brains are trying to pop out through my ears, if you take my meaning," He chuckled, placing randoms foods on his plate," What do ya do for fun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 00:40:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd.Early evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone... anyone. Specifically Jimmy.<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">It had been a whirlwind couple of days, and to be told Zoe was really kind of confused at was going on, or why everybody was here. She had never been to a 'school' before, she didn't even have friends who had. Sadly, though, that was because she only had one friend outside the family, and they had also been home schooled. This whole experience was a little nerve-wracking, Zoe wasn't even sure that she would be able to do it. After arriving to the school just a day ago, she hadn't done anything besides sit on her bed in her room and play with the tablet. Learning where all the buildings were and such, what her classes were, but after that... she didn't really know what to do. She had tried to sleep, but unfortunately she couldn't, and than she went for a walk instead, but soon got a little lost and when she did find her way back to the dorms everyone was still sleeping, or at least she couldn't find anybody awake. After the annoying-ness that was last night, Zoe awoke from sleep and realized that she had slept almost all day. Quickly she had thrown some clothes on and ran to the auditorium, almost too late. She slipped into a seat in the back as she found herself looking at a tall man wearing an eye patch who seemed to be about to talk to all the students.<br><br>Truthfully, she wasn't really listening, but looking at the rest of the students. She had met only one other student, Jean, and that was about it. In Zoe's opinion, the conversation had went pretty well. There were a little less students than Zoe had originally thought there was going to be at the academy, but that made her feel better than worse. Looking at each individual for a few seconds, she tried to have a first impression, but than decided that she wasn't one to judge anybody. Looking back at the man with the eye patch, she tuned back into what he was saying, and than looked at the men that were around him. She smirked a little bit when she heard the talk of 'future heroes' and the nonsense about that, moving her eyes from the tall man to the one in the wheelchair. Something was a little captivating about him, his aura of importance, but also that he cared and wasn't there to be threatening. When she looked back to the man with the eye patch as he finished up, she smirked again and looked at her feet. <em>'Calm down, dude...'</em> she thought sarcastically as she heard some students stand right up and start towards the food and to mingle between each other. Sighing, Zoe looked up and watched as students started their conversations. For a few moments she just listened to the conversations that started to form, and than slowly she stood up and looked at everyone as she made her way towards the food table.<br><br>Looking down at the table she shook her head slowly as she tried to decide what to eat. Some students were already mingling and inviting everybody to join them at tables together. Sadly, nothing looked interesting or appealing to her. Walking down the table she decided to at least grab something to look normal, like everybody else. Taking a scoop of a mixed fruit salad she grabbed a drink, wishing there was more liquor than anything else to calm her nerves. As she turned around, she tried to calm herself down as her heart raced, but nothing was helping. Hearing all the remarks and awkward conversations starting, Zoe shook her head as she could barely stand. To her this forced together and communicating with people you don't know thing was as close to torture as she always thought she could get at this moment. She found her way to a table and sat down quickly, looking around to make sure nobody noticed her sitting down heavily. Slowly eating the fruit salad, she wasn't hungry, and placed the fork down slowly as she looked around. Usually, she wasn't like this. Usually she was more outgoing and not very nervous for new social situations. Maybe it was the fact that everybody was a little different with the powers, or gifts, or abilities, or whatever people wanted to call these things. Looking around she was trying to decide if it was socially acceptable to leave or not to get air.<br><br>Her eyes shifted from person to person and than to the door and than back to everybody. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to calm herself down and than quickly opened her eyes. The last time she closed her eyes, wishing she was somewhere else... she ended up being somewhere else. As much as she did want to be somewhere else, this was not the time to just disappear from everybody. She watched a few kids move together and walk over to each other, introducing themselves. Grinning a little, she couldn't help but scoff at the silly small talk people created. But, she realized quickly, she wouldn't do much better at the task. A larger group was forming after an invitation from another student was sent out. Slowly Zoe was hearing everybody's name and a little bit about them. It was a little backwards, listening to conversations instead of partaking in them, but Zoe really couldn't turn off her hearing. Suddenly, her eyes saw somebody go towards an exit, watching closely. <em>'Yes, leave. If you do, I can, too,'</em> Zoe thought to herself as she watched the man walk out the door. Slowly, Zoe stood up, figuring nobody would notice her absence until classes started tomorrow morning. Moving towards the door, she slipped out quietly and looked around feeling her heart beat return to normal. There was nothing more that she wanted than a scotch, cigarette, and her car.<br><br>Blindly following the her feet, not really knowing where they were going, she couldn't help but think of everything she had heard that night. A girl not wanting her real name used, a man with a British accent, a girl who seemed to know everybody, a guy who seemed a little over dressed, another friendly girl, another seemingly friendly guy, a guy who wore sunglasses (or something), a few others who seemed nice, and a guy who left. Sighing, she was a little disappointed that the only thing she did was catch a few names and then escape. Finding a staircase, her feet led her up as she tried to figure out why she couldn't have her car, and she couldn't work on it in her spare time. Frustrated by the fact that this academy was a little restrictive, and for a moment she thought about running into the woods and just not stopping until she found what she wanted, or at least teleporting into her car. But, she figured that would be the wrong thing to do to. Not realizing where she had ended up she found the man who had left before sitting in front of her on a bench seemingly staring off into the abyss of the oncoming night. Rolling her eyes, she bit her lip for a moment as she took a deep breath and told herself to be nice. <strong>"Wanna escape already, huh? You might not be alone."</strong> Zoe said a little sarcastically, but maybe a little honest, too. She stopped moving as she stood behind the bench and looked up into the nothingness as he did. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 01:36:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hdw.eweb4.com/media/wp_400/1/1/2211.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Lang<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <del>Stature</del>none yet!<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1 Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 September, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr> <br>All this started, because she somehow contracted something that was incurable by known medicine. Despreate, her dad went to people that he knew could probably help, SHIELD. She was an only child, and her dad was all she knew. Scott Lang offered his skills and services to SHIELD, in exchange for his daughters well being. Thanks to this, she was brought to Doctor Henry Pym, who had very recently discovered a particle new to science, dubbed the Pym particle after him. Doctor Pym found, that her condition was curable, but would require heavy exposure to the Pym particle. <br><br>It worked, everything seemed nice and normal! until a month or so ago. Cassie found herself growing and shrinking for unknown reasons. this wasn't just an inch or so either! After what happened in New York, SHIELD was all over what could be a 0-8-4. Thankfully to SHIELD, they quickly classified what happened to the poor girl. Doctor Pym pointed out that the Pym particles she had been heavily exposed to has given her body a natural affinity for the Pym Particle.<br><br>thanks to her dad being an Agent of SHIELD, it was all the faster she was cycled in as a student for the ACE Program, and so here she was. She had a hard time listening to Nick Fury, because that hunk of Man that was Captain America was up there. Gods he was hot. Once the hypnotic spell broke, they were to mingle now, all kinds of new faces, men and women both. She had at least gotten to know Jen a little bit and Jean a bit more so. Now though she felt herself shrinking ,or, she would be shrinking if it wasn't for the awkward skin tight red and black special suit that Hank had developed to help her powers stay in check. She could only grow and shrink if she really wanted to in this suit.<br><br>For now she stayed quiet, and distant, rather shy, as she often was around new people. If she wanted to though, she had to move. Another humiliating side effect, the growing and shrinking, or the body trying to even, kicked up her metabolism a bit. She could eat as much as a lot of big hungry men could now! Trying not to cause a ruckus with her in-tights self, she wandered over to the table, and grabbed four slices of sausage pizza, now wandering over and checking the rooming assignments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 03:04:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/147eda8f-ecb3-460e-96b1-b53a30718749_zps1ff128e6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ri'Staraa Sayed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9791005#msg9791005)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Eurus<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd floor, #2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Jean, </span>OPEN<br><hr> <br><br>Ri slid disinterested gray eyes back and forth between the staff members who'd addressed the crowd earlier. He was still taking in everything his new environment entailed and so had little opportunity to create social connections so far. This was fine with him, he worked best on his own and liked to keep things that way. Trust was a precious gem that he shared with very few and although he was aware that he was expected to play well with others now in this ... school... his nose wrinkled in distaste at the thought. He sighed, shaking his head slightly at the fact that the stern-faced Fury had expected everyone to enthusiastically participate in this little meet and greet. Bodies moved around in perceived compliance, either taking part in getting to know their neighbors or simply zeroing in on the food, which could effectively serve as an ice breaker... or an excuse to keep away from friendly faces, depending upon how it was used.<br><br>The Arab boy sat in his seat long enough for the entire Auditorium to disperse out into small, concentrated groups. He felt the unwelcome and disapproving stare of some person of authority in his lack of action and gave up on his plan to wait this little pep rally out in seclusion. With a sigh, he stood and turned to look about, tactically making the decision of where would be the least conspicuous - and annoying - place to make a meager attempt at conversation. The food bar held flocks of the gifted students, so that was out. Likewise, any large group would be too much hassle, so he would avoid those as well. However, as he scanned the large room for a <del>mark</del> pleasant looking small group, his eyes spotted the only acquaintance he'd managed to make in his short time there - his neighbor in the dorms, <span class="bbc_u">Jean Grey</span>. It appeared the redhead had already managed to amass quite the party around her. Although, he wasn't surprised, given her sweet demeanor and her, no doubt man-catching, looks. <br><br>With a smirk, he began to slink into her group mostly unnoticed, weaving in and out of the shadows and negative space between the bodies of chatting students, even though his cerulean hair made him stand out in nearly any crowd. He kept his eyes on Jean and waited to catch her attention before shooting her a wicked grin and sliding presumptuously into a seat near her. "Hey, Princess..." he began with a flirtatious wink, "Already the popular one, aren't we?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 08:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur, Mantis, Jen, Cassie, Jimmy, Ri, Erik, <br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Arthur, Mantis, Jen, Cassie, Stephen, Zoe, Megan, Victor, Jimmy, Scott.<br><hr><br>Jean had taken a table and waited to see who would join her.&nbsp; She’d assumed Jen, Megan, and Cassie would join her, but they were under no obligation to do so.&nbsp; In fact, when Cassie decided to do her own thing, Jean didn’t think twice about it.<br><br>The first person to actually sit with her was Erik, the kid with the weird shadow he called “Charlie”. <br><br>A small smile touched her lips when he asked if she was nervous, <strong>”not as much as I was earlier, but yeah.&nbsp; I’ve been here for a few weeks and now that it’s time for classes to start I find that I’m extremely nervous.”</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Her green eyes studied some of the students who were nearby before looking at Erik.&nbsp; The temptation to read his mind was there.&nbsp; It was always there, but Jean restrained herself.&nbsp; If she wanted to know if he was nervous than it was best to simply ask.&nbsp; Xavier had tried to teach her she didn’t have the right to look into people’s minds without their permission.&nbsp; Sure, they could lie or pretend differently, but that was their right as an individual.<br><br><strong>”How about you?&nbsp; Nervous?”</strong><br><br>She studied the other students who had split up and were talking amongst each other.&nbsp; Her gaze first found Scott and Jimmy, two people she knew slightly better than the other students here.&nbsp; Scott, she’d known before she’d even met him.&nbsp; Her mind had touched his when she was helping the Professor with his machine.&nbsp; She’d woken him from his coma.&nbsp; Though, she wasn’t sure if Scott knew that or not.&nbsp; Jimmy, on the other hand, was still a mystery to her.&nbsp; She’d been so curious about him that she’d followed him into the woods, and when she discovered she was lost, he was there waiting for her and led her back to the Academy.&nbsp; He was someone she wasn’t sure about, but felt she could trust.<br><br>She returned Scott’s wave and then Katherine’s.&nbsp; Jean hadn’t really gotten a good feel for the girl.&nbsp; Katherine had disappeared into her room after Jean had received little more than a name.&nbsp; The redhead reassured herself that she would get to know everyone in due time.&nbsp; There was no need to learn everything right this moment.<br><br>Jean smiled warmly when Mantis joined them.&nbsp; <strong>”Hey, thanks for joining us,”</strong> she commented in an attempt to make the girl feel welcomed.&nbsp; <br><br>When Mantis addressed Stephen and told him he should sit with them, Jean turned her head and smiled at the well dressed man.&nbsp; <strong>”Hi Stephen, welcome to the table.”</strong>&nbsp; She did her best not to eavesdrop on their conversation, and turned her attention back to Erik.<br><br>She smiled as Arthur joined them, <strong>”I’m glad Mantis is here or I’d be feeling a bit outnumbered,”</strong> she said teasingly.&nbsp; She watched as he turned on his tablet and lost himself in it.&nbsp; The boy had already finished eating, even if it seemed like he’d barely sat down a second ago.<br><br>She felt somewhat sad when she saw Jimmy sneak out and wondered if something was wrong.&nbsp; When she saw the other redhead girl, Zoe, sneak out after him, she hoped the girl was going to find out.&nbsp; It was heartwarming to see that some people were looking out for each other already.&nbsp; It made some of those nerves quiet just a bit.&nbsp; That sadness returned, however, when she saw Arthur stand up, without ever talking to anyone who he had spent so much time gathering, and walk over to the stage to sit by himself.&nbsp; <br><br>The cerulean boy than sat beside her and Jean gave him the same friendly and welcoming smile she’d given everyone.&nbsp; Her fork, in her hand, hovered in front of her mouth.&nbsp; A piece of green pepper from the stir fry balanced upon the utensil.&nbsp; Princess wasn’t exactly her favorite nickname.&nbsp; She may have fit that description once upon a time, but not since her abilities had manifested, at least, not in her opinion.&nbsp; Though, the more she thought about it, the more it was possible that it was an adequate nickname.&nbsp; The last few years had been spent locked away in her room, like a princess in a tower.&nbsp; It had only been with the Professor’s help that she’d been able to be around people again.&nbsp; Even then, she felt constantly afraid that she’d lose control of her power and all of their thoughts would crash upon her like a rogue wave.&nbsp; The distant buzz, like that of a fly, was barely audible now and she wondered if the Professor was helping her by reinforcing her telepathic barriers.<br><br><strong>”I just invited people to join me,”</strong> she replied to the Asian boy slightly defensive.&nbsp; She came close to letting herself read his intent by skimming his thoughts, but once more refrained.&nbsp; <strong>”Are you settling in, all right?&nbsp; Have you met everyone?”</strong> she asked and volunteered to introduce Ri to other students who had joined her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 08:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><br>Arthur was glad to see everyone talking at last. Or at least until Jimmy had gotten up and headed out the door with...Arthur looked up her name swiftly. Zoe, was following Jimmy. They both seemed kind of like loners and if the two found friendship with each other Arthur was happy. A faint smile touched his lips, driving back some of the sadness. Arthur felt like a fish out of water. While he had followed the exploits of the Avengers, he didn't know much about the states beyond that. <br><br>Eyes watched Cass while she scanned the table for food, his eyebrow quirked up high when he saw how much she got to eat. She must have had an amazing power. Arthur swallowed hard and looked around. His gaze fell upon the Captain and Professor both. If he could swallow his pride then maybe Arthur could ask either one of them how they came to grips with what they could do. Come to think of it, what could the Professor do? Or was he another Nick Fury with no real powers? But he couldn't imagine Fury would leave a bunch of kids to a man who could not handle them.<br><br>He then put his gaze on Kitty again. she had a great smile, her beauty rivaled Jean's but Jean might have been just a year or two to old for Arthur to pursue. Besides Jean seemed to have the attention of most the guys in this place. That was to much pressure for Arthur, he wasn't any good at competition. He couldn't help but grin at the thought of watching all these guys fail at winning someone's heart. Although so many here had gift's he wondered if one would impress the kids more than the rest.<br><br>Sitting alone and wallowing in his own pity and fear wouldn't help anyone. He stood up and returned to the table but not before stopping at tapping Kitty on the shoulder. "Come and join us guys." He invited the rest of the group and slid into the group of kids at the table. "O.k. Lets just get this out of the way so we aren't all wondering later. What's everyone's powers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 09:23:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Charles_Xavier_Wolverine_zps62f8189a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Professor<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium, stage, before moving to the floor.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nathaniel, Jimmy, Open<br><hr><br>Charles had been watching the student’s interaction.&nbsp; There was the expected standoffishness and division into smaller groups that came with any gathering.&nbsp; He was pleased, however, that many of the young adults were making an effort to get to know a few of their peers.&nbsp; Teenagers were an inquisitive sort, in general, and given the opportunity to socialize most would.&nbsp; It was the few who would rather remain separate that caused him most concern.&nbsp; The young man they called Jimmy Hudson Jr. upon the top of that list.<br><br>The adolescent male was a mystery, even to Charles.&nbsp; He’d done what he could and what he had thought best, but he wondered if what he’d done hadn’t been an injustice to Jimmy as well.&nbsp; Of course, once S.H.I.E.L.D. had become involved things had grown complicated.&nbsp; There was little Xavier could do now, but hope that Jimmy could adapt.<br><br>A gentle touch upon his shoulder brought him out of his analytical thoughts and to the present.&nbsp; A friendly smile creased his lips when he turned to regard Nathaniel Cartwright.&nbsp; For a moment, Xavier felt as if he was looking at a younger version of himself, though he had been completely bald by the time he had reached Nathaniel’s age.<br><br>Charles’ smile remained as he folded his hands in his lap.&nbsp; <strong>”The pleasure is mine, Nathaniel.&nbsp; I appreciate the compliment, though I fear you may have heard some exaggeration as to my own gifts,”</strong> Charles’s voice was calm, and clear and Nathaniel would feel that Xavier was a man he could trust.&nbsp; <strong>”Have you met many of your fellow classmates?&nbsp; I’ll tell you a secret, they are all just as nervous as you are,”</strong> he smiled reassuringly before he waited patiently for Nathaniel to tell him the true reason he came to talk to him.<br><br>As he waited, Charles searched for Jimmy’s mind and found it moments later.&nbsp; <em>Good evening, Jimmy.&nbsp; I hope I am not alarming you.&nbsp; I simply wanted to check in on you, and make sure you were doing alright.&nbsp; You left the gathering.&nbsp; I apologize that you found the smells to be overpowering.&nbsp; We’ll try to rectify that during breakfast tomorrow.&nbsp; Was there anything else bothering you?</em>&nbsp; Xavier spoke to Jimmy telepathically, as he allowed his powers to keep the young man calm and unalarmed, as if this was an everyday occurrence.&nbsp; The last thing Charles wanted was to cause Jimmy pain, or cause Jimmy to inflict pain on others.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 20:40:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur and Jean specifically, open<br><hr> <br><br>Things were a bit of a clusterfuck at the moment. Well, that's what Erik would say. This vaguely reminded him of soup kitchens, where there was a flurry of chattering and activity. At least, it seemed like a flurry to him, if only because he spent so much time on his own, or in groups of 2 or 3.&nbsp; Safety in numbers on the street, after all. <br><br>It was only after Arthur had left that he realized that the other kid might have been speaking to him; something about swords, he thought. See, the problem with trying to pay attention to everything, is that some times, you ended up missing a lot. He was about to get up and go after him, but then he heard Jean speaking, and, well, focused on her. "I think we all are." He said, in response to the nervous thing. This would be in response to her questioning of him. He sure as hell was, even if he felt like he was having emotional hot and cold flashes. Calm seemed to creep its way in, but calm and him were not well acquainted.<br><br>&nbsp;Erik watched Ri's approach, how he seemed to sneak about in a shifty and shady way. It made the shadow-manipulator roll his eyes, and keep a close, mistrusting eye on him.&nbsp; He moved like a thief, so Erik just went off on the assumption that he probably was one.&nbsp; Probably, that was not the best way to handle things, just making assumptions, but at this point, it was an ingrained behavior for him. It was something he'd have to work on, with help, to break.<br><br>His attention was half-diverted from the shifty looking fellow, and focused again on Arthur when he heard the other lad speaking. "Look behind you." If he, or anyone else looked, they would see that Arthur's shadow was moving independently of its owner. So was Erik's. The two shadows walked up to each other, and seemed to shake hands. "Huh. Guess Charlie likes you, kid." he'd say with a laugh towards Arthur, hoping that came out as funny and joking as he intended it to be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 20:42:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor, Room Three<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Stephen, Arthur, Jean, Open<br><hr><br>"Mantis," she stated as Stephen apparently sat down beside her. She could sense the unease he had and immediately decided she had clearly misread his approach towards her as she realized inexplicably the impetus for the conversation was suddenly on her all of a sudden. Mantis smiled a Jean, who unlike many of the people here, seemed rather genuinely friendly. In fact as her eyes darted around the auditorium, she was surprised that so many people weren't sitting at the table, even after Arthur's entreaties which struck her as odd considering they all came from generally the same cultural and social and political landscape and furthermore shared in common some manner of superhuman ability which should've made them even feel more close due to the shared experiences. But it wasn't having that effect, at least yet and she idly wondered if it was due to the individualistic mindset common among these cultural types.<br><br>Soon though, she dismissed such thoughts out of mind and turned back to Stephen, who was still rather quiet to a point. Mantis started to speak, when thankfully Arthur spoke up himself and saved her from having to address him or anyone. "I don't have any powers I think," Mantis then stated honestly. "From what I'm told, I displayed 'anomalous properties' when i was found, but everything I know can be learned by those with an open mind and the ability to follow the martial way., but I don't think there is anything truly strange or different about me physically. At least not in comparison with these 'heroes' that seem to keep popping up here in America every few weeks," she admitted with a shrug before turning to Stephen. "What are your powers?" she asked rather straightforwardly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 21:51:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Strange<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 3rd floor, room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2, early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slacks, light jacket, tie, collared shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mantis, others at her table<br><br>He wasn't quite prepared to get so directly into the meat and potatoes of the matter; the root of it all, the thing that made them all 'special' and merit being brought to this place. But it seemed like the one thing linking all of them would be the easiest sort of icebreaker. He just hated explaining what his abilities were over and over since it seemed to him rather long-winded to keep repeating. He was impressed, however, by Mantis' admission that she may not have had any powers. He wondered who else may have fallen into that boat and were merely either extremely well-trained like the Black Widow and Hawkeye, or who had serious engineering talent like Tony Stark.<br><br>"Well, I wasn't born with my abilities." he started, knowing others had a genetic predisposition towards whatever abilities they had. "In fact, it might not be inaccurate to say that they aren't really my abilities at all. About two years ago I started having these dreams where some really old, bald guy who looked like he might have been an Emperor in ancient China or something, told me that I was chosen by destiny to be a protector of Earth, and that these great guardian entities were going to empower me by bestowing me with their mystic energies. I had no idea what that was all about, since I don't do drugs or anything like that which might cause these odd dreams. But the dreams persisted and soon I found myself being able to will the ambient energy around me into physical form. I started believing in what the man in my dreams told me, but after I started utilizing these powers more, the dreams started to change. Sometimes I'd see the old man, and other times I'd see...well, I don't know what exactly they were but if I had to put a word to it, I'd call them demons." he shivered involuntarily, but some of them, if the others had been able to see them, would probably have reacted even more severely. "All I can really do right now is form small barriers and propel small projectiles from the energy I can harness. But the old man told me as I continued to train and learn, I would be able to accomplish limitless feats. I figure I'll have to be as old as him before I get that good at it, at the rate I'm going." he concluded. He looked at every single person within earshot to gauge their reactions. He waited for someone to make the first joke about how appropriate his last name was given what they'd just heard about him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 22:10:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Xavier, Zoe<br><hr> <br><br><em>(Despite posting order, I am placing Xavier speaking to him first before Zoe arrives/talks to Jimmy) </em><br><br>Jimmy was taking the moment to clear his head, a few deep breaths and he was slipping into a clear state of mind. He leaned back into the bench and kicked his feet out as he stared off at the mountain range. How far away from the nearest town were they? His time in the woods in the surrounding area had not resulted in any roads or man made trails. If anyone had paid attention to his outings, Jimmy was exploring each part of that surrounding area sector by sector, it was almost militaristic. <br><br>He was making plans on exploring a new area the next day when he felt the familiar and calming voice of Charles "Doc" Xavier. Jimmy was not a fan of someone in his head. When Xavier did it (unknown about the calming effect), he could deal with it&nbsp; as long as it was quick. "Nothing you can do about it, Doc." Jimmy said out loud, the person behind him didn't catch him by surprise. He had heard the steps and recognized the feint scent of motor oil on her clothes, and a few more scents he was familiar with himself. "Needed air." He answered, leaning his head back then looking over his shoulder to look at the person who had followed him up. <br><br>"If your looking for a bar, good luck, I haven't been able to find one." Jimmy nose sniffed, catching a very feint smell of liquor. "Doc, you going to patch into this conversation or make her think I'm crazy?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 23:42:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Moonstar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danielle&nbsp; Moonstar<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dani, Mirage<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 1st Floor, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Summer wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=118965528)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (<strong>Victor</strong> and&nbsp; <strong>Kitty</strong> and indirectly <strong>Arthur</strong>)<br><hr> <br>"Genetically engineering tomatoes? I think you might, no you <em>definitely </em>have the wrong girl for that one." Flashing back to that damned class schedule Dani was unable to stop from wincing.&nbsp; Biology, chemistry, physics, calculus... God she was in over her head here.&nbsp; Getting through this conversation with <strong>Victor </strong>without looking like a total idiot was already taxing, weeks of this on top of everything else was more than daunting.<br><br>Her expression brightened considerably at <strong>Kitty</strong>'s approach.&nbsp; "Interrupting?" The teasing implication of 'something special' went way over her head and she just shrugged slightly. "We were just discussing tomatoes, and airplanes, things that go squish, and the importance of keeping one's brains inside one's ears. Not all of those things were exactly related in the context of our conversation, but I suppose they could be." Yeah her explaining things just made it sound worse, so much worse so she took a deep breath and forged ahead anyway.&nbsp; "I'm Dani.&nbsp; This is ...umm,&nbsp; room five Boston Guy."&nbsp; They hadn't actually gotten around to introducing themselves.&nbsp; "Not that I've been like stalking you or anything." She hurried to reassure Victor.&nbsp; "I just, you're hard to miss.&nbsp; Tall I mean.&nbsp; I saw you and ..." Starting to panic a little she realized that the words just kept tumbling out and they were NOT helping her case at all so she literally clapped one hand over her own mouth to stop the whole debacle. She didn't blush easily but it was definitely noticeable now and she shook her head clasping the empty plate that Victor had given her in front of her almost defensively.&nbsp; As far as first impressions went she was pretty sure she was utterly blowing this one. Note to self, less time reading old news files and more time studying the provided information that would make it easier to identify and relate to her fellow students. <br><br>Once more the arrival of another student saved her.&nbsp; <strong>Arthur</strong>'s suggestion that they all sit together had been noted, but Dani was kind of dragging her feet on the whole thing.&nbsp; On the one hand it might be nice to kind of meld into the collective, but the thought of being put on the spot under the direct weight of the attention of her peers was daunting.&nbsp; But when he came back to snag Kitty for the group she shrugged and kind of trailed after them still holding her empty plate her quick grazing pass along the buffet initially proving more than sufficient for her current needs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 02:40:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor, Room Three<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Stephen, Erik, Open<br><hr><br>The shadowplay was definitely entertaining to Mantis, who had never seen anything like it before but a bit of a sullenness overcame her upon realizing it was some manner of 'genetic' predisposition as opposed to something genuinely separate from explanation. Try as she might, she knew that in her pursuit of<em>the Way</em> and in exploring the tenets of the martial arts to achieve her own individual form of artless art mastery, that little could be performed with explanation. Even when one moved beyond the known bounds of intellect, even that which was found beyond knowledge, was still far from being truly unknown. That which was not explicit was not truly inexplicable. Still, the interplay of independent shadows was a gift upon this man Erik and she could only hope that his gift was one he would earn after the fact.<br><br>Of more direct interest to her was Stephen's explanation of what was apparently some manner of astral projections, something she knew only true masters of <em>the artless art</em> could achieve. Granted, there were many ways in which one could achieve such mastery as to approach the astral realm, but she felt she was ignorant of the so called mystic arts and knew that in her path, the martial way, one could only achieve such mastery through embracing the nature of the forces that resided within all human beings, the so-called chi or prana, depending on ones origin and translation. And such an embrace of that energy could only be attained through embracing concepts that were beyond the bounds of mere knowledge or intellect. Heavy stuff. Things that often required sacrifices she found innately disagreeable, such as the very abandonment of force in favor of pacifism.<br><br>Yet somehow he was able to tap into it, despite, knowing at a glance, he was not a practitioner of any art, or at least of any that would give him mastery over his innate life energy.<br><br>Which meant, like many Westerners she had heard of, he was not a Master of<em> the Way</em>, but pursued that beyond the known through another means, through the mastery of the so-called mystic arts, which were both an art and science, which is why many Westerners who had opened their minds enough to such concepts, found them appealing. The nature of his visions however immediately caused her some consternation, as she realized he was likely telling the truth, at least in how he saw and perceived it, which meant, if true, he was selected. Chosen even. While she was leery of the prospect of a sorcerer in the mystic arts even coming close to attaining the knowledge of the mysteries beyond the known, his explanation still stuck out to her.<br><br>"During my tutelage in the way, a former Dob-Dob brother of the Nga'gyur school once resided with us for a season," Mantis then said calmly in response to Stephen's story. "He told us... that there is a void that exists in all things. All things... all existence, lacks its own nature and substance... but only in respect to the absence of mental constructs. These constructs are what create divides across time and space, which should be indivisible. He then proclaimed the ancient ones of his sect could actually discover the absolute truth in this which is... if all divisions are mental constructs, then one who masters this truth, has complete awareness because all of time and space to him is as clear as emptiness itself." She paused, rolling her eyes a bit as she tried to find an explanation for his ability to see such visions. "It's a bunch of mystic cow dung as far as I know, for I do not understand how one can master time and space without mastering ones own mind and body first, but the path of the mystic arts is mysterious to me," she added a bit smugly, showing she found pursuing the martial arts superior to the pursuit of the mystic arts. "Though the ancient ones of the Nga'gyur and their teachings are as foreign to me as those of SHIELD for neither follows <em>the Way,</em>" she then said with more then a bit of regret at apparently not receiving a 'vision' such as his but let that subside.<br><br>"If you speak accurately of your experience," she then stated, pointing out she did believe him. "Perhaps it is due to the fact you appear to be a man of science that such mysteries have been revealed to you. Clearly that is not the only purpose, but some sects of the Tibetan Buddhist schools do believe in rebirth of certain bodhisattvas, the Dalai Lama being the most obvious example. Maybe that is why you see these visions," she then mused idly, working off of his revelation of a possible Chinese character in his vision. "Perhaps it is in Tibet that your visions originate from," she then deduced. <br><br>"Though," she then added most unhelpful in its contrarian nature. "It is known that such visions might be erroneous because... ones mind may shape such a figure into being Asian due to pre-existing bias of associating old Asiatics with being mystical," she added with a laugh. "I once had a striking dream of Michael Jordan guiding me to master one of my forms of kata several months ago. The dreaming metaphor was a blessing, but truly not a reflection of reality or literal truth." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 03:52:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/147eda8f-ecb3-460e-96b1-b53a30718749_zps1ff128e6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ri'Staraa Sayed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9791005#msg9791005)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Eurus<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd floor, #2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Jean</span>, OPEN<br><hr> <br><br>The Arab boy studied Jean's face, taking in what she let show of the torrent of emotions she was experiencing. He wasn't certain, but he thought he caught a hint of irritation in her reaction, though he was not certain whether it was about the pet name, his flirtation or something else. But he didn't like playing guessing games into the likes and feelings of others. Ri liked to keep his social interactions short and to the point, business transactions were easier to maneuver than friendships that way. He decided not to dwell on it and settled, leaning back into his seat and waved a hand dismissively. "You're just too modest..." <br><br>He shrugged noncommittally at her first question and used the second as an excuse to scroll his eyes over those students who were still near the table. He'd seen many of them in passing but didn't know a single other student by name. He narrowed his eyes for a bit, searching for something more personal to remember about any of them but then shook his head, giving up. Turning back to his only 'friend,' he gave up a bit of his proud demeanor in an admission. "You're the only one I've had a chance to get to know yet, sweetheart." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 08:09:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><br>Amazing, there were so many unique people in the school and all of them seemed to do something different. Stephen Strange was..."Merlin." Arthur said while pointing at the man with a grin across his face. He didn't understand much about what the man had explained but understood magic when he heard it. Mantis on the other hand seemed to be gentle and was showing courage in dealing with the new students. She had truly gone out of her way to be kind to the others, she was "Galahad." At least in Arthur's mind. It was easy to relate these students with those who he had read about in the past. <br><br>While Arthur hadn't had the chance to really listen in on anyone else and what their powers were he did notice the shadow dancing behind him. He almost scowled at Erik but understood that his powers may have been hard to explain so showing what he did was a simpler route to take. Arthur still however did not like the fact that the boy dealt in darkness, it reminded him of a thief or at least someone who could not be trusted. Arthur decided to keep an eye on him. <br><br>"Alright, I guess Ill go next then." Arthur was about to speak to explain his powers but wasn't really sure how to say- I grow armor and a sword from a wrist mounted gauntlet. Oh and I can fire energy beams and move heavy objects... So Arthur stood up and took a few steps back while moving chairs around him in a small circle so that nobody got close to him. Arthur grabbed his right wrist and it lit up with a faint gold light before the black and gold armor surrounded his body. The sword Excalibur grew from the gauntlet and found its way into his hand before Arthur placed it in the scabbard. He did a fancy bow then the armor retracted back into his gauntlet and Arthur sat back down. "I have King Arthur's Sword and Armor." He stated as a matter of fact and nodded to the next person in line to share their power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 22:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd.Early evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy.<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">Zoe took in a deep breath of fresh air, surprisingly she hadn't been outside much. It was rare that she hadn't been out much since she had been here, considering she mostly lived outside with her brothers throughout her childhood. Nonetheless she was taking in the air and the scenery with a faint smile on her lips as she closed her eyes slowly, the wind bringing her back to the happy summer days with her brother, the car, liquor and freedom. Honestly, she was a little put off by the rules and restrictions at this institute, but she knew she would have to deal with them. Her powers weren't that strong, and she would love to be able to make them stronger. She wasn't sure what kind of abilities all the other people here had, but she knew she would find out eventually. No reason to rush into things the first moment, figuring that a more normal conversation would be appreciated by some or most. Especially those who were nervous about this or their own gifts. Who knows. That was too real of a topic for Zoe to concentrate on. Seeing the man move his head back, she bit her lip a little nervously as she turned her head and looked down at him as he spoke, keeping her hands in her pockets. <br><br>A small smile crept upon the side of her lips at his first comment about the sad fact of the lack of access to any sort of liquor. Nodding slightly she shrugged and looked back out to the mountains, as if looking for any sign of life beyond this little establishment. It was frustrating how far away they seemed, how far out of society she felt. In truth, she was never really part of society, but being barricaded like this... was different. In truth, she wasn't even up to date about what had happened with New York, all she had heard slight whispers of were people with abilities popping up everywhere. Noticing his sniff, her brows furrowed slightly, but she disregarded it, there was no scent upon her that worried her about offending other people. But, maybe that was a problem, she never really cared what other people thought. In fact, she still doesn't. No matter how new this experience was for her, she had to realize that it must not be that new to a lot of the students here. Especially the interacting with others part. Zoe was a little bit of an introvert that way, but she didn't care. Right about now she had a 'fuck it' attitude and took things as they cam, hoping nothing too bad happened in the process.<br><br>About to voice a response, as was the normal thing to do, she stopped and looked back down at him a look of confusion on her face. What, who was he talking to? Instinctively she looked around for another person, figuring she would have heard them already, as she never missed a sound. After a moment of looking around, frustrated, she turned back to the man on the bench in front of her. Confusion, and frustration morphing together upon her features. <strong>"Who are you talking to?"</strong> She asked quite bluntly, looking down at him for an answer. It was a new place, and everybody had all these special powers. Not for a moment, though, did she realize or consider that a man could be talking to another man through their minds. It was something she had not even fathomed as a gift, not that she had thought that much about the variety and intensities of powers that she would encounter with this particular group of individuals. Her ale colored eyes looking for an answer, as she looked into his eyes for an answer, almost trying to read his mind for it before he could spit it out for her.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keldia</strong> on <strong>19-04-2014, 18:17:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3 | Room 2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd | Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur | Danielle | Jean | Victor<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Brandt | Erik | Ri'Staraa | Stephen<br><hr><br>It took less than perhaps fifteen seconds total before Danielle was able to make Katherine feel uncomfortable. Obviously the joke – even though it was admittedly a pretty bad one – hadn't exactly registered with the girl and, judging from the previous conversation topics that were brought up as well as the clasping of the hand across the mouth...yeah, it was pretty clear that Miss Moonstar wasn't exactly used to interacting with people her own age very often. All Kitty could really do was stare with her mouth slightly agape, finding it hard not to draw comparisons to a car accident and not being able to look away despite desperately wanting to. Finally, after a moment of silence that seemed to just drag on, her mouth closed and her gaze moved back-and-forth between <strong>Dani</strong> and <strong>Victor</strong> slowly before she started to speak and what came out instead was laughter.<br><br>Not malicious laughter, far from it. Just a giggling that she found impossible to suppress. Yes, Danielle Moonstar was an awkward girl. But, then again, so was Kitty. And almost every other teenager in the world. While they all came from different parts of the world and from different backgrounds, everyone had more in common than they probably thought and it was nice to see that, while it wasn't exactly the best trait to share, they were all the same in some way.<br><br>But, first off, damage control. It was the least she could do for the poor girl who had to physically shut herself up.<br><br>“We met briefly yesterday but it's nice to be able to do so more properly. Katherine Pryde.” Her shoulders came up. “Actually, just Kitty, I guess. That's what everyone seems to call me.” Eyes turned to the tall young man next to them. “And this is Victor, I believe.” A remnant of a chuckle came out as she realized how fast she was talking to make up for the silence. “Although I'm sure that <em>Room Five Boston Guy</em> might be a bit more catchy to some people.”<br><br>Pausing to brush some loose strands of hair back behind her ear, she frowned as she tried to remember something before her face brightened as she spoke to Victor. “I think I saw you on the track yesterday. I was the one going towards the pool.” She couldn't have stayed inside her room forever and had decided to spend the early evening swimming to clear her mind. It was surprising at first to see another around the gym area but, then again, exercise seemed to be something they were supposed to be getting used to anyways.<br><br>She would have said more but <strong>Arthur</strong> had returned to tap her on the shoulder, asking the three to come join the rest. Giving him a smile and a nod, Kitty motioned for Danielle and Victor to follow if they wanted, and began to slowly head towards the <strong>biggest circle of teens</strong> in the room, stopping by to grab an extra bread roll to nibble on. By the time she got there, Arthur had rearranged some of the chairs in a small circle around him. Shooting a confused look at <strong>Jean</strong> who was directly across from her, wondering what was about to happen, her attention turned towards the English boy grabbed his wrist and was suddenly engulfed some sort of glow. The appearance of the armor made Kitty almost drop her plate as she watched in awe, more than a little impressed. It was hard not to want to clap after the display, the first display she had seen actually, of powers from another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 14:56:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div class="floatleft">(http://images.amcnetworks.com/blogs.amctv.com/wp-content/uploads/mt-legacy/scifi-scanner/0000008328_20060920152402.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adam Smith (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9868294#msg9868294)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Mechanical Instructor<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As avy pic plus sobriety coin necklace<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</td><td><div class="floatleft">(http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTg3Mjg3OTU0NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDU3MzM4Nw@@._V1_SX640_SY720_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Jessica Conejo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9868288#msg9868288)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Maths &amp; Physics Instructor<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue camisole top, black slacks, white labcoat<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</td><td><div class="floatleft">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/wennpic/jason-momoa-premiere-conan-the-barbarian-02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roman Kalani (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9868289#msg9868289)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Physical Activity Instructor<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As avy pic<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><strong>OOC:</strong> See this post (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200511.msg9875014#msg9875014) in the OOC Thread.</div><hr><br>Following the welcome speech and departure of Director Fury, the teachers had watched the students get up and start to mingle. Professor Xavier had suggested that they give the teenagers a chance to relax a little before introducing themselves. Now that most of them seemed more comfortable and at ease, three of their instructors broke away from the small group of faculty members and approached the tables. Each loaded a plate with some finger food, but not much. Expecting to be fielding questions from the students, the faculty had eaten a late lunch and would be working over a late dinner too, discussing the final preparations for the commencement of the program. With a nod to each other, the three separated and went to find seats around the tables, smiling warmly to the students they found themselves sat with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 05:45:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dani, Kitty, Open.<br><hr> <br><br>The suggestiveness in Kitty's voice was more than a little off-putting for Victor. It was odd. Around people he knew he could and, in fact, had made and had comments made at him that were far more lewd and suggestive than what she was making, but in a room full of unknown people with unknown potentials and equations to process, Victor once again found himself more than a little robbed of words. He was a quick thinker though, and made an excuse for not having anything on the tip of his tongue to say other than stuttering by putting a bite of some bacon in his mouth, chewing slowly as he processed everything. Why did everything have to be so different here, he wondered. <br><br>Names. That he could do, he thought as the conversation went from Kitty giggling towards something of a more mundane subject, he smiled, swallowing before speaking," Uh... Yeah. Victor's the name, Victor Creed," He smiled, that odd, off and yet oddly charming half grin of his," Nice to meet you Dani, Katherine... erm, Kitty, I guess," He chuckled and, realizing that he had about as much food as he needed for the time being on his plate, made his way towards one of the tables. He usually liked to eat on his feet, for some reason," Please, not Room Five Boston Guy. Although I have to admit," He grinned again," It wouldn't be the worst thing I've been called," He tilted his head over to the their three instructors, who moved away from the corners where they had been, observing the trainees," Not that you guys would care much," He said, a little distracted," Looks like our teachers are coming in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 08:24:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur, Mantis, Cassie, Ri, Erik, Stephen, Kitty, Xavier<br><hr><br>Jean nodded to Erik with a sympathetic smile and slight shrug of her shoulders.&nbsp; There wasn’t a whole lot they could do, and she was certain the Professor was doing what he could to help ease those feelings of nervousness.&nbsp; It was good to be reassured that the others felt what she was feeling, even if she could sense it through her filters and barriers.<br><br>The conversation with Ri was a bit strained, but she continued to smile welcomingly and warmly.&nbsp; <strong>”This is Erik, Stephen, and Mantis.&nbsp; Everyone this is Ri,”</strong> she said in a form of a quick introduction.&nbsp; <strong>”Now you’ve met three more people.”</strong>&nbsp; Jean said in a friendly manner.<br><br>Her smile was given to Arthur when the boy decided to return to the table, <strong>”and this is Arthur.”</strong>&nbsp; She never got to introduce Arthur to Ri as the Englishman demanded to know everyone’s abilities.&nbsp; A frown quickly replaced her smile, as those nerves that had been semi-calm began to swim and twist uncomfortably in the very depths of her being.&nbsp; If patience was a virtue, it seemed Arthur had none.&nbsp; <em>”Professor,”</em> she sent out a mental distress call laced with alarm to the other telepath.<br><br><em>”It’s okay, Jean.&nbsp; They’re just curious.&nbsp; They will accept you, telepathy and all.”</em><br><br>It had been a frequent topic of discussion these past few days, leading to the arrival of the newer students and the inevitable revelation of her abilities.&nbsp; Jean was fearful that people would treat her differently once they learned that she could read their innermost thoughts.&nbsp; She knew, in her gut, that she would be seen as someone they couldn’t trust, and the few friends she had made, thus far, would believe she lied to them.&nbsp; There was a reason S.H.I.E.L.D. had not believed in existence of telepaths, and that she would have sooner found herself in a holding cell than a school if the Professor hadn’t been involved.<br><br>She smiled at Erik, a smile that wavered slightly, <strong>”can Charlie do any tricks?”</strong> she asked, curiosity and nervousness tinted her voice.&nbsp; She was eager to keep it his turn, or anyone else’s, in this impromptu and forced show-and-tell.<br><br>Her eyes moved to Mantis when the girl said she wasn’t special.&nbsp; That brought a raised eyebrow from Jean, and the temptation to see if the girl was lying, but Jean remained out of Mantis’ head.&nbsp; <strong>”Anomalous properties?&nbsp; That sounds like something someone would say when they didn’t exactly know what to call what you can do.”</strong> Jean suggested.&nbsp; <strong>”So, what exactly can you do?&nbsp; Are we talking Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and Jackie Chan type stuff?”</strong>&nbsp; She didn’t mean to be offensive or belittling, but that was the first thing she thought of when someone said they followed the “Martial Way”.<br><br>Stephen Strange was next.&nbsp; <strong>”I don’t think any of us were born with our abilities,”</strong> she said upon his admission.&nbsp; When Stephen talked about an old bald guy, Jean turned to look at the Professor and then nodded her head to Stephen in the direction of the man in the wheelchair.&nbsp; It was meant to be a joke, though she wasn’t sure if the timing was appropriate.&nbsp; Her insides knotted as she waited to see if anyone found her attempt humorous.<br><br>Of course, when Stephen continued his story she didn’t feel like laughing anymore.&nbsp; <strong>”So, your powers are demonic in nature or just mystical?”</strong><br><br>The irony that an old, bald man had told her that she’d be able to master her abilities one day hadn’t been lost on Jean.&nbsp; The expression on Jean’s face wasn’t disbelief as much as worry.&nbsp; Three months ago, they had discovered that aliens exist.&nbsp; Now Stephen was telling them that demons existed too.&nbsp; No wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. was training people like them.<br><br>Her green eyes moved back to Mantis as the girl began hypothesizing about who had spoken to Stephen.&nbsp; It seemed like she knew quite a lot and it made Jean wonder what else the girl knew.&nbsp; A simple peek would have answered all of Jean’s questions, but she knew she was being watched and if she did peek, that would only justify why people were going to dislike her in a few short minutes.<br><br>Mantis justifiably turned the table upon Arthur and asked what he could do.&nbsp; Jean was slightly relieved and appreciative that the girl had done so.&nbsp; It gave her a few more moments to feel normal and to enjoy the suggested popularity that she’d tried desperately to earn.<br><br><em>”Do I have to tell them?”</em> she asked pleadingly.<br><br><em>”Yes, Jean.&nbsp; Teams are formed upon trust, and they will learn sooner than later.&nbsp; Your gift will be a great asset to the team, and they will all come to understand and trust you to use discretion with your ability.”</em>&nbsp; Xavier reassured the young woman.<br><br>Jean was busy talking to Xavier when Kitty joined the group.&nbsp; Katherine's questioning look was answered with a blank unknowing stare, as if the redhead was daydreaming.&nbsp; A moment later, Jean smiled at Kitty and shrugged.&nbsp; It was nice to see the girl decide to join them.<br><br>Instead of telling, Arthur seemed eager to show his ability.&nbsp; Perhaps that was why he brought up the topic in the first place.&nbsp; Perhaps he was simply a child who wanted to show off his toys.&nbsp; Jean scolded herself for thinking that way, but couldn’t help but feel anger toward him for this.&nbsp; The faint glow of light quickly covered Arhtur’s body and then the boy was wearing what appeared to be a suit of armor as he held a sword.&nbsp; Jean wasn’t sure whether she should be more impressed that Arthur could bow in the suit or that it appeared from a gauntlet.&nbsp; As quickly as it appeared it retracted.&nbsp; Jean found that he skipped the bit about telling.<br><br><strong>”So, what does the armor and sword do?&nbsp; Did you find it or was it given to you?”</strong> she asked hesitantly; anything to buy her another precious second of feeling normal.<br><br>Her eyes moved to Katherine then Ri, and hoped either one would choose to reveal their powers next.&nbsp; When she sensed neither were about to act, Jean stood with an apologetic smile.&nbsp; <strong>”I’m going to check on Cassie.&nbsp; I’ll be back in a little bit.&nbsp; Sorry.”</strong><br><br>She was willing to listen to a lecture from Professor Xavier.&nbsp; She was willing to look rude to those who had shared.&nbsp; She was even willing to look like she was trying to hide something, because she was.&nbsp; If she could disappear until class time tomorrow, she would do that.&nbsp; It would all be worth it for just a little more time of fitting in and being considered normal.<br><br>Jean threw away her plate and refilled her drink before moving to join Cassie where the girl ate alone.&nbsp; <strong>”Hey, you okay?&nbsp; Something’s bothering you?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 14:17:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur, Jean, Mantis, open<br><hr> <br><br>"Hah. So, when are you going to hop back across the pond?" That was his response to Arthur's power. Not awestruck, like some. He also wasn't being mean about it, more-so joking. Truth was, though, what was displayed may not match up with what was going on inside. Noticeably, and perhaps related, Charlie is absent at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>He seemed to quickly lose interest in the lad who had the, by and far, most blatantly obvious ability, and turned his attention back towards Jean, when she asked about Charlie. "A few other things. But, it's hard to focus with how bright it is." That seems like an odd comment. The room probably wasn't all that bright, but for Erik, it was still unsettling. Really, he only was truly calm in pitch black. Hell, one may note he still has his sun glasses on. They would be on pretty much all the time, day or night. <br><br>Oh, hey, there's Charlie again, trailing after Jean's shadow. Except this time, the shadow didn't even look like it was being cast by a human, but rather, looked like a cat. That was new, he noted to himself. But, he could think about that later on, when he was in his comfortably pitch black room. For now, his attention drifted towards Mantis. "So, you're a martial artist? Are you a Buddhist, too? Because you remind me of this one monk I met, once, a&nbsp; while back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 16:15:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor, Room Three<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Stephen, Erik, Jean, Open<br><hr><br>"Yes," Mantis stated matter of factly as she polished off her corn dog, finding it to her satisfaction as soon as she stopped treating it like a popsicle, whilst turning to Jean. "In my pursuit of the way, my mind has been opened up to a plethora of abilities that Western science would typically classify as paranormal or supernatural," she then explained, continuing to show that her English vocabulary was extensive, though the way she addressed people and framed her conversations was still rather off. "Pursuing the martial way is more of a battle against mental limits, against resignation, against sadness, and against greed and desire. You pursue martial arts as what it is, an artless art. So in simple terms, I would be honored to be compared to such performers like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee. The art they have practiced is exquisite and has brought joy to millions. My own art however, is as of yet unfocused. I have trained without purpose, though I am told this academy will provide a purpose beyond pursuing the Way itself."<br><br>Turning to Erik, she then nodded a bit. "I have found the philosophical tenets of Buddhism to be very compelling. In regards to religion, I tend to keep it private, but yes, many Buddhist teachings do appeal to me. Especially the focus on self improvement and liberation from suffering by changing how one views the world," she then stated with a smile. "And yes, I would say I am a martial artist, and that is a strong reason for why SHIELD found such interest in me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 17:01:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open, Jimmy leaving<br><hr><br>Scott watched Jimmy leave in silence, thinking about what he had said. What did he mean things weren't adding up? The academy had seemed fairly clear to him in their purpose. A government organization was bound to have secrets, and certainly wasn't going to share everything with a bunch of people like the students, but he didn't think that was any indication that something underhanded was going on. Regardless, he supposed Jimmy had his reasons. There wasn't much to be done about it at the moment anyway, save for storming off and escaping based on one opinion, and Scott wasn't about to do that. So, he carried his plate back over to where the rest of the group was sitting to see what everyone was up to. Jean had moved off to speak to another girl, and the rest of the people sitting around the table he wasn't really familiar with. They seemed to be involved in some sort of conversation about their abilities. And religion, somehow? Not about to barge in, he sat down at the table with his food and waited for a moment to introduce himself.<br><br>"Scott Summers." He said to those nearest to him when the opportunity presented itself. "How's everyone settling in over here?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 20:09:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Charles_Xavier_Wolverine_zps62f8189a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Professor<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium, stage, before moving to the floor.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy, Zoe, Open<br><hr><br>A slight chuckle, as if Charles was right beside Jimmy, yet it was unmistakably in his head.&nbsp; <em>”I apologize.&nbsp; You needn’t speak aloud to communicate with me.&nbsp; You simply need to think what you want to say.&nbsp; That way others don’t think you’re talking to yourself.&nbsp; As for Miss Hennesy, I would rather explain my abilities in person; however, I do have a solution.”</em><br><br>Zoe was right that she didn’t see anyone when she first looked, but a moment later the memory was there and if she looked back so was Xavier.&nbsp; The man in the wheelchair appeared to roll up to where Jimmy and Zoe stood.&nbsp; <strong>”I hope you’ll forgive me.&nbsp; I was simply checking on Mr. Hudson here.&nbsp; I didn’t know that you were going to follow him.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hennesy,”</strong> Charles said as he extended his hand to the young woman.&nbsp; Her mind would recognize the warmth and feel of his hand, down to the very calluses.<br><br>Even to Jimmy’s enhanced senses Xavier seemed to be present.&nbsp; <em>”I hope you can understand the necessity.&nbsp; The questions she will likely have will grow exhausting if I attempted to explain them all.&nbsp; It is not my desire to deceive her, but for now this is the best course.”</em>&nbsp; Charles spoke in Jimmy’s mind.<br><br>Charles looked between Zoe and Jimmy before smiling, a smile that suggested he was interrupting something.&nbsp; <strong>”I will let the two of you enjoy the fresh air.&nbsp; I hope you will have a pleasant evening,”</strong> Charles said before rolling away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 22:05:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Strange<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 3rd floor, room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2, early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slacks, light jacket, tie, collared shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mantis, Jean, Arthur, others at their table<br><br>Mantis' words, while he partly dismissed them, did contain nuggets of useful information that Stephen planned to put to use later on. He had never been a believer in anything supernatural; sure, things like the alien Chitauri were extraterrestrial but at least they weren't beyond the scope of empirical investigation; same thing with Asgard and Thor, anything they had which looked like magic must surely have an explanation that science would one day account for. But then this whole bizarre mess that he could hardly wrap his mind around got stuck in his head and he sincerely doubted it would ever merit a scientific explanation. These mystical entities that truly did exist in a plane beyond reach (he hated the notion that it was supposed to be something like 'heaven' having become resentful of his conservative family's religious views) were a true enigma and would stay that way for...well, probably forever.<br><br>The idea of searching for things in relation to his dreams and, as Mantis mentioned, Tibet, did present some possibilities. He wasn't sure where exactly to research mythology on his dreams' contents but at least this may have been a lead. Scattered, sporadic words like 'Vishanti' and 'Agamotto' which he wasn't even sure how to spell or if he'd heard them correctly were getting him nowhere on Google. Hell, the last time he'd typed in 'Vishanti' he got linked to an Indian woman's private pornographic exhibition website. The more information he could get on the subjects, the better off he'd be in finding answers in the midst of his training. From what he gathered, while he would be gifted with enchantments from various entities, he could also learn spells independently and anyone with a legitimate claim to tapping into those mystic forces would be a great way to add to his repertoire. If he played his cards right, he could potentially take an entirely different approach to medicine and use life-force chi or something like that to help heal injuries. Maybe even to resurrect souls from the underworld...<br><br>But he was shaken from these thoughts by Arthur's sudden display. <em>Fuck me,</em> he thought, <em>that pompous little twat has a goddamned magic gauntlet!</em> Stephen had remembered seeing glimpses of other relics with these kinds of enchantments, one of which he made it his mission to find: A glorious cape that would allow its wearer to levitate and even fly like Thor or Iron Man. Adding that to what he could do now and it wouldn't be long before he would be an ideal recruit for the Avengers. Of course that cape was probably buried in the deepest, coldest mountains on Earth, or maybe at the bottom of the deepest sea trench. Something that valuable couldn't be easy to find, even for a powerful...he hadn't wanted to say it yet, but it was something he was destined to become, a sorcerer. It just sounded silly in this day and age, but then again, a 'magician' didn't send the right message.<br><br>He was also upset to find that the life in Jean's expression had suddenly turned dour. The first person he'd met here before while he was doing his online research and he'd managed to scare her. Tuh-riffic. "I honestly don't know." he shook his head when questioned about the nature of his powers. "They have a purpose, supposedly, which is apparently for eradicating evil. But I don't know the true nature of the source; I've only seen silhouettes, but they're enormous and seriously creepy. According to my research so far, good and evil are constantly at odds, and for every being of good, there should logically be an equivalent being of evil. For all I know, right now, somewhere out there, the bad guys are training up a wicked witch or something that I'll have to confront." he avoided making eye contact because he just imagined Jean with the visage of the green-skinned hag from the Wizard of Oz. "A mirror image of me, different in every way, wanting me dead." he mused, looking at his reflection in the tabletop. He looked up and at each person at the table. "Imagine it: a dark doppelganger, one for each of us, waiting for the time we're fated to meet in battle." He wanted to know what each person would react like. Fearful? Excited? Indifferent. He even tried to predict who would have which reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 02:49:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8e/Jamesverrryyoung.png/180px-Jamesverrryyoung.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor/Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red turtle neck, Black dress pants, Black leather jacket and black leather shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier, eyeing Scott Summers<br><hr> <br>Even though Professor Xavier told him everyone else was just as nervous as him, in his heart he felt quite different. After all, when he looked around at all the others, it seemed that they were all getting along a lot better then he was. At least that is what he thought until he noticed, the dark haired boy with the red glasses, sitting at a table with a few other students, seeming out of sorts. <em>Maybe he was't so alone after all.</em> With a slight heat rising to his cheeks, making them slightly rosy as his gold eyes seemed to sharpen in color, he couldn't help but blush in embarrassment at the attraction to the boy as he swiped a lock of white hair out of his eyes.<br><br>He was handsome in every way but he was pretty sure the guy was completely straight. No one that good looking ever swung his way. Still, that didn't mean they couldn't be friends and maybe become great allies and colleagues out on the field when the time came.<br><br>Definitely, wanting to meet this young man before having him stolen away by someone else, he gave Professor Xavier a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder before speaking. "I highly doubt anyone is as nervous as me. Except for maybe that boy with the red glasses over there. I am actually starting to regret hitting the buffet table. <br><br>In either case I would like to speak to you further after everything settles down. That is if that is alright with you. As of now though I would really like to go introduce myself to someone before he is snatched up by all the girls. I hope you don't find me rude."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 03:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hdw.eweb4.com/media/wp_400/1/1/2211.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Lang<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <del>Stature</del>none yet!<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1 Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 September, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open, approached by Jean<br><hr> <br>Cassie was busy keeping mostly to herself. She had no idea who else on her floor was. all these people, all dressed nice and what have you, and here she was feeling herself try to shrink, constantly. At least the spandex like suit was doing its job.<br><br>As she ate and wondered who these people on her floor were, a familiar voice caught her off guard. She jumped in her seat as she exclaimed, <strong>"Oh h-hey Jean!"</strong> Jean Grey Was the one person who gave ehr a warm welcome into this somewhat cold feeling world. To an end, Cassie was glad she wasn't the only one with these gifts.<br><br>finally she moved to respond to Jean, <strong>"It's just..well look at me!"</strong> She gestured to the red and black spandex suit. <strong>"I look like I belong in a comic book! The only 'superhero' that can pull off tights is.."</strong> Her gaze fell onto the good Captain, and she bit her lower lip, blushing slightly. <strong>"Anyway! All you other guys and gals look all fine and great. I look..I look retarded!"</strong><br><br>If Jean (or the professor for that matter) were to scan her mind, she would realize she legitimately was worried about the impression she would make in her current attire of the Pym Particle Stabilizer. <strong>" I don't know anyone, and all those guys and just..ugh."</strong>Ah, the frustrations, and concerns of a teenage girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 04:13:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean/ Erik/ Scott/ Open<br><hr> <br><br>"What can it do?" Arthur had almost forgotten to explain it. He really didn't want to toot his own horn but he did indeed have a fondness for his powers. "Well without the suit, I am just a normal sixteen year old. But that is King Arthur's sword and armor. The blade itself can fire off a high amount of concussive energy blasts. The armor can take some solid hits, and I have super strength while in it. It does one other thing but it's only useful to me. So I wouldn't say its a big deal." Arthur wasn't going to say that his scabbard could heal his wounds so long as he kept it active and didn't take any mortal wounds.<br><br>The Brit hadn't considered that he may have offended Jean by asking to see what everyone's powers were. He really just wanted to break the tension and get that part of it out of the way. Arthur had figured that everyone would know everyone's powers by the time training started tomorrow. It might have been better and easier to work together if they knew about eachother before training. When Erik made a joke to him, Arthur raised an eyebrow obviously upset by the joke. Arthur waved him off and at that moment decided only to interact with Erik when he had to. Nothing against the boy but Arthur was not in the mood for jokes of any kind.<br><br>Eyes shifted to watch Jean get up and leave, about the same time Scott sat down. Arthur hung his head in shame, saddened by the idea that maybe he caused Jean to walk off. He took a deep breath and looked up at Scott with a forced smile on his face. "Hey Scott, I'm Arthur. We were just going over what our powers were and kind of just talking about them." He grinned and extended a hand to shake Scott's. Arthur got the feeling Scott was a natural leader. "Cool shades."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 05:04:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mantis, Stephen, Arthur, open<br><hr> <br><br>"Huh. Maybe one of these days, we can have a chat. There's something that monk said that I never got to understand. Lots of it I did, though. I think that's why he let me stick around for the winter." He hinted at some event in his pass, but it's hard to say if this were some sort of bait, or just him not wanting to share his life story to everyone.&nbsp; Maybe he just let out more than he wanted to, which might very well be the case, since he seemed to quickly switch over to responding to the aptly named 'Strange'.<br><br>"I think you're being too literal. And if you are, that just means my fight will be the most anticlimactic one ever." he chuckled, quite amused. He did not know where his powers would go when he had the time to hone them, but he had entertained some notions. Liquid darkness clashing against liquid darkness, in the pitch black... yeah, that seemed pretty anticlimactic, and decidedly un-cinematic.<br><br>His attention then seemed to hone in on Arthur. His eyes narrowed down, and Charlie took the form of a raven, that chased after Arthur's fleeing shadow; it lasted only for two full seconds, before both shadows seemed to cease to exist, and may have gone unnoticed by many. "Lighten up, <em>my lord.</em>" He said that sarcastically. "Kings are tyrants when they can't take a joke." For the time being, however, it may be much more noticeable that neither Erik nor Arthur are casting a shadow. Probably, when Erik calmed down, the shadows would return. Arthur's shadow would also return and act normally if the two ended up far enough away from each other, too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 04:49:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Erik, Scott. Arthur, Open<br><hr><br>Mantis just nodded, perceiving a bit of unease in Erik's voice as he drifted off to that tangent and deciding not to press the issue. Instead she too, turned her attention to Scott and immediately focused her own eyes on his peculiar eye wear, realizing it was of a ruby red coloration and seemingly completely opaque. The purpose of such eyewear puzzled her, doubly so due to the soft lighting of this large interior room. If he was trying to protect his eyesight, it seemed rather pointless. But immediately, her deductive skills, a side effect of her training, immediately honed in on a possible solution as Arthur, the precocious sixteen year old King reborn, commented on the shades while indirectly asking what Scott's powers were.<br>&nbsp;<br>Figuring a flexing of her deductive reasoning might be a good way of enmeshing herself with her new companions, Mantis then spoke up, addressing Scott directly. "Do you wear those glasses in order to hone your senses? They cover your eyes completely and yet you are largely unhindered in your movements, even your subtle facial expressions and other gestures when at rest. Which means you do not even carry yourself as an individual who is visually impaired," she then said, driving her point home. "Which means you wear those eyeglasses in order to hone your other senses correct? By eliminating your vision, your other means of perception are enhanced," Mantis then continued to theorize, rather fascinated as she finished her line of thought, impressed if true, how formidable this Scott fellow must've been with his impressive passive training techniques. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 09:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Xavier, Zoe<br><hr> <br><br>"I spend enough time talking to myself already doc." Jimmy replied as Zoe asked who he was talking too. He caught the exchange between the two and let the man explain as he simply observed. <em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Sure thing doc, but you know all the secrets and questions keep adding up."</span></em> Jimmy thought back to Xavier before the man announced his departure. <br><br>"I think we could both enjoy the fresh air from the back of my bike, how about it Doc? Where can I go pick it up?" He asked out loud, grinning a little, purposely using Zoe to see if he could get something out of the man. Jimmy knew doing so in this manner was a little questionable, but if it produced results, he would not feel to bad about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 01:10:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie<br><hr><br>Jean placed her hand gently on Cassie’s and gave the girl a sympathetic smile.&nbsp; <strong>”You don’t look that bad.&nbsp; You can have my jacket if that will help?”</strong> Jean offered.<br><br>Jean followed Cassie’s gaze to Captain America and gave her friend an agreeable smile.<br><br><strong>”You don’t look foolish.”</strong><br><br>Jean had no idea why Cassie hadn’t worn normal clothes over her suit.&nbsp; If the girl didn’t feel comfortable wearing the suit in the open, why not cover it up?&nbsp; Jean sensed, though, that wasn’t the real reason Cassie was having a rough time.<br><br>Her hand gently closed over her friends, <strong>”C’mon, let me introduce you to the people I’ve met.&nbsp; I don’t think anyone is going to trouble you about the suit, if they do they’re jerks.&nbsp; Besides there’s a guy over here who has a magical gauntlet that makes him wear a full suit of armor.&nbsp; Your suit is far cooler.”</strong>&nbsp; Jean said as she tried to make her friend feel better.&nbsp; Of course, it would’ve just been easier to mentally influence Cassie to willingly come over.<br><br>A gentle tug on Cassie’s hand was all Jean gave before she decided to return to the table with Cassie in tow or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 04:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Mantis, Arthur, Nathaniel, Stephen, Open<br><hr><br>Scott wasn't too sure what had been going on before he arrived, but it seemed like there was some kind of animosity, or at least irritation, between a couple of people at the table. It was expected that some personalities would clash, he supposed, especially given the unique backgrounds of everyone involved. Still, as he had pointed out to Jimmy, they were all in the same boat. Being at each others throats wasn't going to accomplish anything for anyone, and it was bound to be a long and unpleasant stay if anyone grew too angry with anyone else. But, perhaps everyone just needed time to settle in. Perhaps even Jimmy and the girl who had followed him to the door would settle in, with time.<br><br>"<strong>Thanks.</strong>" He said with a pleasant smile, in response to Arthur. "<strong>They're... Prescription. Sort of.</strong>"<br><br>When Mantis spoke up, he looked a little confused by her assumption about the glasses, but she rattled on before he could respond to correct her misunderstanding, apparently compounding on the theory she was building inside of her head. It was an interesting one, at least, and probably said a lot about her. He didn't know much about her, and hadn't really spoken to her before. She was oddly quiet and reserved, very disciplined for someone her age it seemed. Discipline was something that probably all of them could stand to learn, himself in particular. It grew old pretty fast, having to be so agonizingly careful even doing simple things like sleeping or showering.<br><br>"<strong>That would be much more exciting, but no.</strong>" He said with a chuckle when she had finished. "<strong>I can see just fine. These just help me keep control over my mutation.</strong>" He explained. "<strong>What's this about doppelgangers?</strong>" He asked, having walked in on the tail end of that conversation. Did they have a shapeshifter among them?<br><br>Glancing over to see what everyone else was doing, he spotted Xavier speaking to another young man who he hadn't met yet. Seeing the fellow looking towards him, he smiled and gave both of them a friendly wave. Xavier had been very helpful and supportive so far, and Scott was looking forward to talking with him further. More than that, he was looking forward to getting to know Steve Rogers a little better as well. Captain America was someone he more than looked up to and respected, and Scott was excited about learning from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 08:59:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/PixiePhoto.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Gywnn<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Pixie <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3/Room 5 (top floor, weeeee!) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean and Cassie <br><hr> <br><br>Okay, so she had been a LITTLE late to the party. But she had made it at least. Megan, being Megan had gotten totally distracted by shiny beads and trying to construct a loomed bracelet, when OOPs, she suddenly realized the time. Some of the first four to the damn school and she would be the one late to the grand opening. That <em>'would'</em> figure. But by the luck of the draw and her quickly little feet, she managed to slip in just before the big scary guy with an eye patch started talk.. Nick Fury, yep, that about suited him. He looked like her could be a furious guy if he wanted to. Although, other then his overall demeanor and name, he seemed rather nice. He was one of the 'good guys' after all! <br><br>She watched him with curiosity. It was nothing she didn't already know of course. Being here already, she knew the intent and purpose of the school. But this was the first time all these special people had been thrown into a room together. Even now though she felt a bit of an outcast. She was the only some with bright pink hair and wings. But she could be comfortable here. She didn't have to hide her wings, and she had already made some friends. Speaking of which, where were they? <br><br>Her mind quickly diverted at the attention of the end of Fury's speech, and the mention of food. Not that she was ever underfed. But gosh darn it, a buffet was never wrong. So, as the crowd had parties, she made her way over to the array of food. "Cookies!" She said excitedly to no one. Oh, yes. Food was one thing, dessert was another. So she happily grabbed a plate and began gathering food. Nibbling as she went along since she mostly picked up finger food. <br><br>Plate set, she sort of wandered around as she ate. She was looking at people, especially the faces she didn't know. She wondered how they were all 'special', even she had a hidden ability besides her wrings. But she supposed that would come later. For now, she was happy just knowing that they all had this safe place. 'Heroes' Fury had called them. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Yeah, the idea of awesome adventures and kicking bad guys asses was, well, awesome. But she was just a kid. Did she really have 'that' in her? She supposed she would fine out. <br><br>When she finally spotted her two friends, Jean and Cassie, she was down to two cookies and no plate. Nibbling on one of the cookies, she looked up excitedly. "Hey, girls!" She called out from about 30 feet away as she bounced up and down. One cookie dropped in her pocket and the other one still in her hand, she scurried over to them. "Exciting, isn't it? I don't think I ever been excited to have school start before. Usually it's the other way around." She giggled at this, a cheerful, high, girlish giggle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 21:41:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hdw.eweb4.com/media/wp_400/1/1/2211.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Lang<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <del>Stature</del>none yet!<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1 Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 September, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open, Jean, Megan<br><hr> <br><br>Cassie sighed, knowing her friend was right. Maybe she was overreacting, just simply nervous about meeting new people. <strong>"I guess you're right Jean, I'm just being silly..."</strong> Refusing the jacket for now, she was taken by the hand and dragged off by Jean, towards a table of rather good looking men. The blonde had a blush about her forming.<br><br>This was interrupted if only for a moment though by Megan's arrival. <strong>"Oh hey Megan!"</strong> She waves to the pink haired girl with a smile. <strong>"Jean was about to show me to some new friends, come join us!"</strong> She was relieved Megan didn't say anything about the suit. She pleaded to herself, hoping that all she would hear, if anything about the suit, was that it looked cool. As they arrived to the table, She gave a wave to all the guys. Up close they all looked really... was it hot in here? She found herself tugging on the collar of her suit with a blushed smile about her as she introduced herself, <strong>"H-hey guys! I'm Cassandra, but you can call me Cassie!"</strong> The blonde Lang maintained a smile about herself, wondering what these sexy guys, and gals, thought of her upon first impression. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 03:55:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Cassie, Open<br><hr><br>"Hello Cassie," Mantis stated in a concise voice, though there was a smile on her face. "We were in a reluctant discussion about the nature of our apparent abilities which brought us here," she then stated before sizing up Cassandra's choice of dress. "You appear to have dressed appropriately well ahead of time," she then added, her tone of voice leaving it unknown as to whether she was offering a compliment or criticism.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 04:39:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Moonstar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danielle&nbsp; Moonstar<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dani, Mirage<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 1st Floor, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Summer wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=118965528)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (The Big Clump of assembled students, mentioned Cassie, Megan, Mantis)<br><hr> <br>Maybe she should have gotten food from the buffet.&nbsp; At least then she'd have something to do with her mouth and hands other than idly swirl the empty plate with one lightly pressed finger.&nbsp; More and more people just kept showing up and she watched the new arrivals of Cassie and Megan curiously but didn't say anything.&nbsp; There was more than enough talking going on around it she was already having a hard time keeping names and conversations straight.&nbsp; Who knew that a group of teenagers could be so loud?&nbsp; Apparently everyone else in the room because no one seemed to bat an eyelash over it they just continued ahead eating and chatting as though it were an every day occurrence.<br><br>Odd.&nbsp; But not entirely unpleasant.&nbsp; Their explanations of their abilities were certainly interesting, but she wasn't about to volunteer her own not until asked to, and even then it would likely take someone with a bit more authority than the gathered students to make her cave.&nbsp; Dani could be a rather stubborn creature about some things and peer pressure was a fairly foreign concept (and yet there she sat on the fringes of their large gathering regardless, curious that!).&nbsp; Mostly she didn't even know what to say. 'Hi my name's Dani Moonstar and I rip your deepest fears from your subconscious and force you to confront them. So that's fun.&nbsp; Nice to meet all of you I'm sure we'll get on famously.'&nbsp; Yeah not bloody likely. The thought did however cause her to give a likely wildly out of place chuckle which she covered with a quick cough.&nbsp; <br><br>Mantis's comment about Cassie's uniform caused one delicate brow to arch.&nbsp; Fashion critique from a girl wearing sweat pants?&nbsp; From suits like Mr. Strange to her own denim cut offs the 'acceptable attire' here seemed to be a pretty wide net.&nbsp; Of all the things they had to worry about clothing was probably pretty low on the list. But who knew maybe once classes started they'd all be wearing a suit similar to Cassie and so Dani held her tongue though she did offer the girl a quick welcoming smile.&nbsp; They were after-all pretty much neighbors and it was the friendly thing to do.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 05:08:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Scott/ Cassie/ Megan/ Jean<br><hr> <br><br>"If the glasses control your mutation, can I assume that you have heat vision or maybe X-ray?" Arthur asked Scott with a slightly tilted head. He was curious about the young man's powers. He didn't have long to ponder the question however as Jean returned with a pair of new girls. <em>Damn, keeping my mind on school is going to be hard...</em> He thought while looking the three girls up and down. The pink hair was attractive in a strange way to Arthur.<br><br>Arthur waved and smiled at the women. "Ello Cass. Love the uniform. It might be a good idea for me to get one as well. Did someone here give it to you?" Cassie was a little thin for Arthur but she had an attractive face and long legs, something Arthur really liked. Arthur didn't know who Megan was and couldn't place her face with a name, she must have been on a different floor. He felt it rude to simply look up her name while she was right in front of him. Arthur slid down the chairs and offered the women a seat. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 06:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hdw.eweb4.com/media/wp_400/1/1/2211.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Lang<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <del>Stature</del>none yet!<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1 Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 September, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open, Jean, Megan<br><hr> <br>Initially put off by Mantis' comment, the cute guy speaking up had gotten her attention for the moment. Her smile widened when he said he loved the uniform, suddenly that comment that may have been possibly an insult didn't matter. <strong>"Doctor Pym gave it to me. I Don't think this will be standard issue. My..."</strong> She trailed off for a moment, nervous to discuss her 'condition'. <strong>"My body was exposed to intense amounts of 'Pym Particles', which had cured the disease that almost killed me a yearish ago, but thanks to that, a few months ago&nbsp; by body would grow and shrink. Doctor Pym designed this suit specially for me, and my interaction with Pym Particles, so it lets me help learn to control my powers until i have a handle on them."</strong><br><br>God she sounded like a nerd, listing every detail like that. She remained quiet, looking to Arthur and the others assembled at the table. <strong>"Nice Glasses,"</strong> she said with a smile at Scott.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 08:03:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arthur, Nathaniel, Cassie, Open<br><hr><br>"<strong>Good guess.</strong>" Scott replied with a smile, to Arthur's question. He seemed observant, anyway. Further discussion was interrupted by Jean returning with a pair of others in tow. Or perhaps Jean was in tow behind the others? He didn't really know the two with her, but that was sort of the point of this little gathering. The girl in the outfit looked nervous, but, he couldn't blame her. At least unlike Jimmy, they didn't seem unwilling to be there. <br><br>"<strong>Thanks!</strong>" He spoke up in reply to Cassie after she had introduced herself. "<strong>I like your outfit.</strong>" He added, repeating what Arthur had said. He sounded genuine about it, and in truth, he was looking forward to getting some sort of superhero costume. Maybe something like what Captain America had. Plus, the tight outfit looked excellent on Cassie, though he did his best not to stare, guessing it was likely a part of why she felt uncomfortable. It was sad that she had been through a life-threatening illness, but, maybe most, if not all of them, had been through some kind of unpleasant experience before getting there. She certainly seemed to know her stuff, too. Maybe being a genius ran in the family. Or maybe it had just rubbed off from hanging around the likes of Dr Pym.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 09:08:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie, Megan, Mantis, Arthur, Stephen, Scott, Open<br><hr><br>A warm smile was given to the girl with dragonfly-like wings.&nbsp; <strong>”Hey Megan.&nbsp; Yeah, exciting, and nerve-wracking, and a little overwhelming.”</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She twisted her lips as she saw Megan.&nbsp; The girl was awesome.&nbsp; She didn’t have the option of hiding who she was or what she could do.&nbsp; Jean would wager a lot of people could be freaked out by a physical mutation and that could cause Megan a lot of grief and trouble, but the girl was always warm and welcoming.<br><br>Jean followed Cassie and Megan back to the group gathered around the table, where she’d left a moment earlier.&nbsp; Her thoughts were on her behavior, and on her fears, as well as, what the Professor had said and what Megan did, without even knowing – or maybe the pink haired girl did know.<br><br>Jean was brought from her inner inspection by the conversation the group was currently having.&nbsp; Scott, it seemed, had shared the reason for his ruby colored glasses.&nbsp; Scott didn’t seem to have anything to hide.&nbsp; Jean found herself smiling at his openness.&nbsp; She shared with him a friendship that was unlike any other friendship; since the moment she had met Scott Summers she’d felt oddly familiar with him.&nbsp; <br><br>Mantis’ comment about Cassie’s suit caused Jean to react instinctively and Jean allowed her mind to scan Mantis’ thoughts.&nbsp; Was the other girl being sincere or making a snide comment about it?&nbsp; What exactly was the meaning behind her thoughts?<br><br>A moment later, Jean smiled.&nbsp; There was no ill intent in Mantis’ comment.&nbsp; It was meant as a compliment; though Jean wasn’t exactly sure why the girl thought wearing a skintight suit made someone look like a hero.&nbsp; With a little more thought, however, Jean realized that Cap along with the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who had participated in the Battle of New York, did wear tight fitting uniforms.&nbsp; Hopefully, that wasn’t a mandatory thing.&nbsp; Though, Arthur’s comment illustrated that it was a wide ranging belief.<br><br>Jean placed a reassuring hand on Cassie’s shoulder as the girl spoke about her suit and gave her a warm, pride filled smile.&nbsp; If Cassie could face her fears, maybe Jean could too.<br><br>A fond smile was given to Scott at his warm welcome of Cassie.<br><br>Looking amongst the people gathered, Jean realized that she hadn’t responded to people earlier.&nbsp; She’d just gotten up and left.&nbsp; <strong>”Sorry for the abrupt departure,”</strong> she smiled apologetically.<br><br>She looked at Stephen, <strong>”I really hope there aren’t alternate selves out there getting to know each other.&nbsp; Aliens and demons are enough, I think.”</strong>&nbsp; Her smile said “please, let it be enough.”<br><br>She then looked back to Mantis, <strong>”I’d really like to hear more about your training and the whole battling mental elements, some time.&nbsp; Maybe you could show me some techniques or mantras or something?”</strong><br><br>Jean wondered if the techniques Mantis used were similar to what the Professor had shown and taught her for the past few years.&nbsp; Perhaps the discipline, part?<br><br><strong>”How much of the whole Hollywood martial arts stuff is possible?”</strong> she asked Mantis again.<br><br>Jean was genuinely curious, although it was true that she didn’t want to talk about what she could do and was, to an extent, delaying the inevitable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 01:08:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jean, Open<br><hr><br>"I am honored that you would ask me," Mantis stated sincerely in response to the offer of training in meditation, passively revealing despite her formidable martial training, she wasn't any less susceptible then any other willful person was towards Jean Grey's impressive psionic abilities. "As the great Warlord Napoleon Bonaparte once stated, the mental is to the physical as two is to one," she then stated with a bit of random reverence. "The martial way is all about advancing the human mind and body to advance beyond the known limitations we impose upon ourselves. By operating unrestrained by our mental constructs and impediments we place within us, even subconsciously, we limit ourselves drastically. And it is not only fear or ignorance that limits us. But ego and desire as well. All of it narrows our viewpoints and our minds. The true achievement for any follower of the way is...," Mantis paused... drifting off a bit, contemplating what to say next. <br><br>"The thing is, all of these things are part of us... we must accept it and yet also, we must not ignore it for both will create antagonisms. The challenge for those who follow the way is to strike that balance which does not create antagonism between giving in to fear, and ego, or rejecting fear and ego when must one reject both equally and simply accept you have these traits and this conflict within you. But if you are aware of this, and the antagonism does not affect you, your mind will be cleansed, unstained and open. From there... you will be able to find your mind is without limitation," she then concluded. "Meditation helps one become aware of this antagonism and eliminate these mental constructs."<br><br>"And that leads to your second question. If the mind is truly freed, then the body is the vessel with which it can pursue the limits of human potential. And I think we have all seen the true limitations of the human mind and body are far from what we have ever conceived. I am not a practitioner of the mystical arts, but when you have mastered the way, your potential can only be limited by the body itself. And any warrior or soldier would prefer to be limited by the unbending laws of nature, then the limitations of their own mind. And when one has mastered their own chi, their own internal... force... even those limitation can be challenged." She paused, thinking of an appropriate parable.<br><br>"I quoted Napoleon earlier, because I believe he was a master of the battlefield. I cannot think of any that were higher in this millennium. But I am always reminded of Mark Twain's story of a man who visited heaven. He asked about Napoleon and found that someone stood higher then him in generalship, a bricklayer from Boston. If he had served, he would've made all generalship look like childs work and had Hannibal, Alexander, Caesar and Napoleon himself on his staff. But he never had the opportunity to pursue his mastery on our world because he had lost both thumbs and a couple of front teeth, and the recruiting sergeant wouldn’t pass him," she then said before pausing again on reflection. "Only through pursuing the martial way can one truly attain their potential, at least in this world. So yes, I believe a great deal seen in those movies is possible and attainable. It is a myth only because so many of us have failed to achieve it, not because it is not impossible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 02:33:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd.Early evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier. Jimmy.<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">Zoe balled her fists into tight fists in the pockets of her jacket as she stood and looked down at the man on the bench, confused and frustrated. Two things she didn't like being, especially the first. But, within seemingly a few seconds a short period of calm came over her as she moved her eyes to the floor as she thought for a moment. Just a moment ago she was asking a question and then a short memory had formed in her mind, and she very quickly felt like an idiot. Why had she asked him who he was talking to if she remembered seeing the man behind them. Cautiously, as if she was a little nervous to turn around, she turned her body slowly as her eyes fell upon Charles Xavier. Something was off, but she wasn't sure what. She shrugged and looked back at Jimmy and then back to Charles, her body and mind confused as she took a couple steps back, still thinking she was missing something. Normally she would have left by now or something else drastic to get herself some answers, but everything seemed to make sense in her mind right now and she felt a little calmer as she offered a small smile and listened to his words, nodding a little to make it understood that he was being heard and understood. <strong>"I-It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr.Xavier. It's quit a nice facility you guys have here..."</strong> she paused, a small mischievous grin appearing on her features. <strong>"Except the fact that you guys stole and hid my car on me,"</strong> the grin stayed on her lips, but her voice told that she was slightly kidding, but serious at the same time.<br><br>As Charles Xavier announced his departure she smiled again, a more kind smile. Not saying anything, but keeping an eye on the man as he seemed to roll away slowly. Taking a deep breath, as her heart beat slowed down she turned slightly back to Jimmy, the wind helping move her the free red strands out of her face. The whole experience had been interesting, and she wasn't quit sure she understood everything, and she fought that frustration with ever fiber of her being. Whenever she was frustrated it never seemed to end well. Looking out to mountains again, she was about to continue talking to Jimmy, figuring that Charles had left already. But, then she heard Jimmy's words, and her head snapped, almost too quickly to look down at him. Her eyes were a little wider, and more alert as the grin on her face sparkled with curiosity. There were a few quick moments where the redhead kind of thought she was being overlooked, not payed attention to, or used... but all that disappeared as the words of a bike and freedom floated through the air. <strong>"You have a bike? What kind? Any work done to it?"</strong> She asked Jimmy, a little excitedly, looking over her shoulder for a moment to see if Charles was even still there.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 07:50:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Scott/ Cassie/ Jean/ Open<br><hr> <br><br>"What the hell is a Pym Particle?" Arthur asked with a raised eyebrow and a slightly slack jaw. He wasn't sure who this Doctor Pym was but he had apparently named a particle after himself. That was kind of arrogant to Arthur but maybe the guy really discovered something amazing. If they helped to somehow make legs as long as Cassie's then the guy was doing something right. "Either way, I really do like the suit and look forward to learning with you. If there is anything you ever need, just say the word." Arthur added with a genuine smile. <br><br>"So Scott, do you bring anything else to the table? Not so much in powers but maybe you have a sharp mind for war or you can reason and debate well against others?" While Arthur was self taught he read alot and tried to see the best in people. He thought that made him a natural leader but only time would tell. <br><br>Jean's apology for leaving almost went over Arthur's head but it didn't seem like anyone had responded to it so Arthur decided to be the first to do so. "Jean, I have to ask, since you did leave so quickly. Is something bothering you?" He didn't know Jean well but he had noticed that she did not share what her power was and instead left the table for a few moments. Maybe she didn't have one and was ashamed of it. Arthur however didn't think that was something to be ashamed of.<br><br>Arthur didn't say anything to Mantis but he found her strangely attractive and the way she spoke was interesting. She was well informed on the things she spoke of or so it seemed. She appeared to be willing to help Jean and even seemed happy that Jean asked for help. Arthur wondered if maybe Mantis did have an actual power? Maybe she was an empath and knew what was bothering Jean. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 16:49:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one in specific, open<br><hr> <br><br>Like the shadows themselves, it seemed as if Erik was being paid little attention to. Maybe Arthur just didn't feel like rising to the provocative comment he made. Or maybe he was distracted by something. Likewise, Strange seemed to have not heard him; maybe it was just everyone talking, and his voice got lost in the shuffle somewhere.&nbsp; <br><br>No matter what the reason ultimately was, though, the reaction was the same. He felt isolated and alone, even surrounded by everyone else. So he almost entirely disengages, retreating to his thoughts.&nbsp; His left arm rested lightly upon the table in front of him, and he rested his head upon his hand; his fingers covering his mouth and his expression. The dark glasses contributed to hiding what few outward expressions of his anxiety he was showing, and also had the effect of making him seem a lot more of the dark and brooding sort than he really was. <br><br>Charlie, the shadow with a mind of its own, had returned in the form of a small snake, that simply slithered along the walls, and ceiling, disappearing at times into small pools of darkness that seemed to ripple. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 22:19:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/147eda8f-ecb3-460e-96b1-b53a30718749_zps1ff128e6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ri'Staraa Sayed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9791005#msg9791005)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Eurus<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd floor, #2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Jean</span>, Arthur, Stephen, Mantis, Scott, etc....<br><hr> <br><br>Ri'Staraa slid his impassive gray gaze across the faces of his new classmates, following along as Jean introduced them by name. He took in the faces of the exotic lady and handsome, dark men for a long moment before he finally allowed a sorry excuse for a friendly smile to part his lips. Not finding any more of his attention immediately needed, he went back into his observant mode in order to pick up what tidbits he could about the others. It seemed like the bulk of the students were excitedly exchanging information on what special gifts they had. He wasn't certain why anyone would be so forthcoming with personal stuff with those they hardly knew. Sure, they were going to be in the same training program, but that didn't mean he'd be so quick to share his life story or his new gift, no matter how much his heart swelled with pride over it. Clearly, he could use a dose of the advice Jean had been receiving in her head.<br><br>His eyebrows raised slightly as Arthur summoned his armor. That would be a helluva nifty trick to have. Jean left and he felt a little exposed without his neighbor around, thinking the other students would turn a barrage of questions on him. He sighed and watched Mantis chomp on her corn dog and admit to being a Buddhist. At that, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He'd never heard of an adherent of Buddhism that ate meat by choice, but when she went on to explain further, he understood. He also had less trouble than others did accepting supernatural elements of the powers around him. Spirituality was a deep part of the cultures around him back where he was born, and even he felt that his air control was from a divine source. <br><br>Stephen's dark musings appeared to have no effect on Ri, his eyes were too busy looking over the knight's armor. So far, he had been mostly ignored by the group. Considering the fantastic elements presented in the room already, he certainly couldn't blame them. He peeked over at a recent topic of interest, Scott, and piped up for the first time since Jean left. "Do they have to be red? It would suck to see everything in that tint all the time..." He stood, stretched his svelte frame and walked to the other boy's side. He was happy that Jean had returned and figured being around her was worth the trouble of some forced socializing. And Scott didn't seem nearly as annoying as most others in the room.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 22:53:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hdw.eweb4.com/media/wp_400/1/1/2211.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Lang<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <del>Stature</del>none yet!<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1 Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 September, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open, Jean, Megan, Erik, Brandt, Arthur, Scott<br><hr>Cassie smiled and nodded to Scott and Arthur, answering Arthur's question, <strong>"Doctor Pym said he would likely explain it once classes began, as it was something he was still actively working on himself. But apparently the short of it is that it's like, some kind of extra dimensional particle. It's interaction with my body specifically lets me add or subtract mass from myself into those particles, thus making me grow and shrink. This is my normal body right now...thanks to the suit..."</strong> She was a bright red right now as her left arm rested at her side, while the other grabbed it, the arm across her torso sitting under her breast.<br><br>Then she saw Erik make his movements. While she was more simply shy about approaching others he seemed almost upset. She quietly took a seat next to him, though still with a blushed face, she left a hand rest on the guy's back <strong>"...are you okay? I don't think I caught your name. I'm Cassie."</strong> She couldn't stand seeing someone upset, not one bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 00:02:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/PixiePhoto.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Gywnn<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Pixie <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3/Room 5 (top floor, weeeee!) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean, Cassie, rest of the group, then Erik <br><hr> <br>Megan twitched her wings excitedly when Cassie spoke of meet in new people. Megan was always up for that, new people, old people, weird people, normal people. She liked meeting different types of people. Especially in this setting. "Oh sure! I'd love to!" She said then followed the other two girls over. <br><br>She slipped over by Jean as her friend spoke. "You needn't worry about nerves. Everybody here is like us in one way or the other after all." She told the redhead with a smile then turned around and skipped backwards a couple of times. However, she twirled back forward and came to a stop as Cassie did the same near the Asian looking girl. Her blue eyes flickered over what was turning out a rather large assembly. But, she made no effort to speak up, thinking her voice would just get lost in the chatter. Besides, she still had a cookie to eat. <br><br>She stood and listened to people as she nibbled her cookie, the other one still neatly tucked away in her pocket. They seemed like an interesting group of people to get to know. She also had a strong desire to know what Scott's eyes looked like under his glasses. Darn it! That was always the case, wasn't it? You wanted the very thing you couldn't have. <br><br>Attention was diverted though as she noticed another boy off by himself. He was cute, in a messy kind of way. She was curious about him, and why he wasn't over with the rest of them. Perhaps he was shy or intimidated. Apparently Cassie got the same idea though. "I'm gonna go see if Cassie or that boy over there need anything. Talk to you all later." She told the group before spinning on her toys and half skipping up behind Cassie. <br><br>Coming to a stop next to Cassie, she smiled at the girl then directed her attention to the boy. "Hello there! I'm Megan!" She announced and stuck her hand out for him to shake if he wanted. "Cassie and I have been here a while, so if you need any help, let us know." She told him in her ever cheerful, ever helpful manner with that big happy grin of hers. Someone might as well slap a sticky on her that said 'perkiest student' because she certainly was, at least so far. She hadn't met everybody yet after. But she was perfectly confident she would soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 01:51:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie, Megan, open<br><hr> <br><br>It's kind of hilarious, in a way, if anybody saw 'Charlie' moving around the walls. The snake emerged from a pool of shadows, and suddenly turned itself into three exclamation points, before disappearing entirely. As Cassie's touch brings him out of his mind, so to speak, his shadow returns to behaving exactly like one would expect a shadow to. His hand lowered from his face, and he offered the girl a weak, but <em>seemingly</em> sincere smile. "Hi, I'm Erik. Nice to meet you. I'm okay, just got a headache." He spoke smoothly. Some may realize he's actually a very good liar and has a really good poker face, but some might not pick it up. The real 'tell' is in how quickly he seemed to do a 180. Just a bit too quick to be natural, if one knew what to look for.<br><br>But, Hey, it's not a real lie! More like a white one.&nbsp; It's not why he was being the way he was, but he did have one. Cassie will almost definitely note the very obvious sun glasses he was wearing, tinted a heavy black.&nbsp; Most people would never get to see him without those glasses; the only time he really could take them off was when it was almost pitch black. <br><br>Also, the girl with the brilliantly colored hair seems to swoop on in, and provides a good distraction from people that might try to analyze him. When he greets her, everything seems natural, even if the anxiety was lingering there, like a simmering pot on the back burner. "Hi, Megan. I'm Eric. Or Shadow, which is what I do. You ever been to New York?" He inquired, politely, as he shook her hand. <br><br>Meanwhile, 'Charlie seemed to be at it again, the shadow seeming to pull itself away from the one who ought to cast it. For anybody paying attention to that peculiarity, they'd see it seemingly twirl, as if waltzing, spinning and twirling first Cassie's shadow, then&nbsp; Megan's... but somewhere in the twirling of the last one, both of the shadows seem to blend together into an amorphous, pulsating mass that defied the logic of how shadows usually operate.<br><br>"I'm not really doing that, though. My shadow has its own mind about things. I call him Charlie." He would say, while chuckling, face lighting up a bit; though the dark glasses tended to detract from the intended expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 15:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mantis, Arthur, Open<br><hr><br>Jean smiled at Mantis when the girl agreed to help her; at least, Jean thought Mantis had agreed.&nbsp; Between the quotes of Napoleon and Twain, Jean wasn’t certain if the girl had agreed or lost her train of thought in her attempt to describe the Way.&nbsp; Jean really didn’t want her mind to be limitless.&nbsp; It was scary enough what she could do.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was to be a telepathic Jackie Chan; though, that would be pretty cool.<br><br><strong>”Uhh, thanks,”</strong> she responded.<br><br>Her appreciation was sincere, but the girl’s ramblings made Jean wonder if she wouldn’t be better off meditating on her own.&nbsp; Jean wasn’t certain what the meaning of the Twain story was.&nbsp; Was Mantis suggesting, like Stephen, that there were alternate dimensions?&nbsp; Was it that a person didn’t know their potential until they used it?&nbsp; Or was it that anything was possible even if no one had done it yet?<br><br>Jean tucked her red hair behind her ear and smiled politely to Mantis.&nbsp; The girl had a strange way about her, and seemed to go out of her way to show her intelligence.&nbsp; Perhaps that was the common thing to do in the monastery Mantis was raised?<br><br>Green eyes moved to Arthur when he specifically asked her if something was bothering her.&nbsp; Was he talking about her reaction to Mantis?&nbsp; No, he had noted her quick departure earlier.<br><br><strong>”Yeah.&nbsp; I just wanted to check on Cassie.&nbsp; Make sure she was alright.”</strong>&nbsp; She inhaled deeply, <strong>”I also don’t really want to tell you guys what I can do,”</strong> she said honestly and pursed her lips apologetically.<br><br>Her green eyes focused on the empty plates that sat upon the table and, as she stretched her fingers, her hand slightly raised, the plates began to float in the air.&nbsp; She remembered Arthur’s display earlier, and how she felt he was showing off, and quickly allowed the plates to soft set upon the table.&nbsp; <strong>”I’m a telekinetic,”</strong> she said and was willing to leave it at that, until the Professor’s voice sounded harshly in her head.&nbsp; He only said her name.&nbsp; <strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">”and a telepath,”</span></strong> she said just above a whisper before she opened her mind to hear their reactions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 08:00:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean/ Open<br><hr> <br><br>Jean was being kind of shy, Arthur wasn't really sure why but when she did speak back to him he listened carefully. If there was anything he could do to help anyone in the school he would. "Oh- Jean I'm sorry. If you don't wa-....Hey that's really cool." Arthur watched the plates float off the table and then set back down slowly. He had almost missed her saying she was a telepath. He was confused at first. Having both telekinetic and telepathic powers seemed, to Arthur to be rare.<br><br>"It's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of Jean. Hell if you ever even need to focus on a mind so that you aren't...I don't know getting to many thoughts flooding you. Feel free to get in my head." Arthur shrugged his shoulders while speaking. He didn't really have a handle on how her powers actually worked but it seemed like that was what would happen. <br><br>Arthur patted the seat next to him, offering Jean a seat while sliding over to give her enough space to not feel crowded. "Or if you just want to talk, my door is open." He thought that she might be listening in on his thoughts and gave her a friendly message. <em>"Nothing to hide. I am happy to have you poiking around. We can even keep this our secret if you want."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 08:12:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/147eda8f-ecb3-460e-96b1-b53a30718749_zps1ff128e6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ri'Staraa Sayed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9791005#msg9791005)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Eurus<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd floor, #2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Jean</span>, Arthur, Stephen, Mantis, Scott, etc....<br><hr> <br><br>The moment Ri's ears picked up what they could of Jean's confession, he jerked his head her way, beaming. He was delighted at the thought that the only person he'd met with any real psionic abilities so far was also the only one whom he had come to have some form of trust in so far. His head swam with thoughts of all the possibilities it could mean for the two of them in the future. What amazing tactical advantage would the two of them have in battle; with his stealth and close-ranged combat and her... ranged attacks and.... possible remote viewing? He chuckled, realize he was clearly getting carried away with himself. <br><br>"Awesome." was all he said, crossing his arms before him and giving her a pleased nod. In an ideal situation, he would have liked to keep Jean's convenient powers a secret like his own but he knew that was both selfish and unrealistic. Without her sharing now, he would likely not have known at all for a very long time, if her tone of voice was any sign of her reluctance. The situation did give him somewhat of a fresh perspective on working with a group. If he wanted to be able to create strong ties with and rely on something like that, then he had best learn to start playing well with others. He pursed his lips while he considered his options, still not fond of the idea of giving too much away too quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 08:23:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arthur, Ri'Staraa, Jean, Open<br><hr><br>Scott smiled at Cassie as she wandered off. She seemed shy, but certainly very bright. He hoped that she would be able to relax a bit once she got to know everyone further. Arthur's question caught him off guard, making him blink in surprise (a gesture mostly invisible, and therefore waste due to his glasses) as he tried to think of an appropriate response. It wasn't often that he was asked to define his own qualities. Good preparation for job interviews, maybe?<br><br>"<strong>Not that I know of.</strong>" He said with a chuckle. In truth, he did like to plan and organize, and had a fondness for strategy and tactics, but, it certainly wasn't anything worth boasting about. "<strong>Maybe I'll be able to take some classes to round out my talents.</strong>" He mused, though much as it sounded like a joke, it was quite possibly on the curriculum.<br><br>Turning to face Ri'Staraa as the other young man approached, Scott gave a bit of a rueful laugh and ran his fingers through his hair.<br><br>"<strong>Stark told me 'You can have them in any color you want, as long as it's red.' Must be an inventor thing.</strong>" He smiled, "<strong>It does get a little annoying. You get used to it after a while, but, that's annoying too. Makes it hard to remember what things look like when they're not red.</strong>"<br><br>Further musings on the matter were interrupted by some levitating plates, and a bit of startling news from Jean. It was certainly a powerful ability, and he could see why it would make some people nervous to be around her. Not everyone liked having their thoughts intruded on. In fact, he was willing to be that most people didn't. Still, he thought he knew Jean well enough to trust her, and trust that she wouldn't be doing such things on purpose, with any sort of malicious intent. It was something that she would have to learn to control, and learn to live with, just like the rest of them. She might accidentally pick someone's thoughts up, he might accidentally blow a hole in a wall, and anyone else there might accidentally... Turn in to an armored night, or fight an evil doppelganger, or something? He still wasn't sure what the doppelganger thing had been about.<br><br>"<strong>I don't think you'll find any judgement here.</strong>" Scott pointed out to Jean with a supportive smile. "<strong>We're all going to have to learn to deal with things, and we're certainly in the right place for it.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keldia</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 11:54:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3 | Room 2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd | Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur | Brandt | Dani | Jean | Ri'Staraa | Scott | Stephen | Victor<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Cassie | Erik | Logan | Megan | Zoe<br><hr><br>Kitty was never really the type to just speak up, never the center of attention. A wallflower might have been a bit too much of a hyperbole but, when it came to interacting with strangers, <em>especially</em> strangers like this, she felt like she could just sink in the floor. Quite literally, actually. It seemed just much easier to stand back and listen as the more outgoing of the students spoke, first impressions already forming of who she was going to be spending the majority, if not the entirety, of her time with at the A.C.E. Facility.<br><br>There was <strong>Stephen</strong>. While he had not exactly come across as the friendliest person in the room – the awkwardness of leaving her hand held up almost made her wince again – hearing more about what he was all about made her look at the young man in a different perspective. Dreams of shadowy creatures and prophetic whispers sounded more like nightmares to be fair and, hey, if she was plagued by that stuff constantly, Kitty was sure that she might come across as a little out of it at times herself. Call her jumpy but his talk of evil doppelgängers did cause her to look over her shoulder, surprised for a moment before she realized that it was just Erik's shadow hopping about.<br><br>What did <strong>Crowley</strong> call it...Charlie? That sounded right. While that was an interesting ability to have, she wondered what made SHIELD decide on recruiting the teen. There was definitely more than met the eye when it came to that guy. Especially since he had kept his glasses on, just like Scott, throughout the entire time despite them being indoors.<br><br><strong>Brandt</strong> was another interesting one. If Strange had been stoic, the girl in the olive sweater might as well had been a rock. When she spoke of her past training, of striking a balance within one self, of Napoleon's mastery on the battlefield...yeah. She seemed more like the type that this agency would be looking for. A fighter. Not just that. A <em>trained</em> fighter, with extraordinary skills to boot. It would be interesting to see her go up against some of these veteran soldiers, at least in hand-to-hand combat. While Kitty wasn't the betting type she would likely put her chips in the girl's corner. Maybe not <strong>Cassie</strong> or <strong>Megan</strong> though. Not until she knew what they could do. The former had spoke about something called Pym Particles – what? – and the latter obviously had a pair of beautiful wings but, from the way they were talking, they seemed more like her. Kids. Just shy, nervous, awkward teens being thrown into this place in order to one day save the world. No pressure, huh? <br><br>While <strong>Scott</strong> had been one of the first few people she had seen after going into her dormitories, the two of them being on the same floor, the boy standing next to him was still an enigma. <strong>Ri</strong> looked exotic and, while he didn't say much, the smile on his face made him come across as affable enough. Unless that was a smirk. It was really hard to tell sometimes.<br><br>Still, as everyone crowded around the male in the red-visor except for Cassie and Megan who went off to go talk to Erik, she had to give a little grin. They seemed to all be curious about what Summers could actually do, some asking directly while others poked light fun at his choice of eye-wear. While he never did really show what he was capable of directly, her neighbor in the dorms seemed to be taking it all well, even cracking a joke about Tony Stark in the process. He had met Iron Man!? <em>The</em> Iron Man? Kitty wanted to know more but it was then that <strong>Jean</strong> decided to finally make it clear why she was part of the A.C.E. Program.<br><br>Jean Grey had struck her as one of the more...normal people in the academy. While many had shown their physical strength through their musculature or rebellious nature through the vibe they gave off – she didn't even know where to start on <strong>the two that had seem to have snuck away</strong> – the redhead was petite with an outward appearance that didn't exactly scream extraordinary. If Katherine had run into the fellow student at her past High School, she wouldn't have even looked twice considering how much Jean could fit in. Yet, as the green eyes focused and the hand raised, various plates beginning to float in the air, she had to admit that it was a little intimidating. Such power in a person who seemed so ordinary on the outside...The revelation that she was a telepath didn't really help quell her sudden nervousness around the teen. That meant that she could read minds, right? Like her mind? Right now, right this second?<br><br>While attempting to think happy thoughts, <em>any</em> thoughts other than the apprehension of what Jean could possibly do, she found herself calming down through an interesting source. <strong>Arthur Taylor</strong>. He was right, really. What did they have to be ashamed of? Just because Grey could read minds didn't mean that she would actively do so. It wasn't like the girl seemed the type to take advantage of a gift like that, to pry without asking. Nodding along with the British fellow, Katherine's doubts were cast aside for the time being. They were all in this together and, if anything, she would probably be thanking SHIELD for bringing on someone like Jean. Nothing to be ashamed of...<br><br>Speaking up for the first time in a long time, Katherine turned to the nearby <strong>Danielle</strong> and <strong>Victor</strong>, giving them a small shrug. It wasn't one of giving in but rather acceptance. “I suppose I should go next, huh?” Putting on a brave and reassuring smile, mostly to quell her own apprehension at doing this – especially on purpose – she stepped forward and got everyone's attention. “Um...hey guys. Most of you probably already know me by name.” Brown eyes darted from face to face. The spotlight was definitely not a place she was used to being in. She cleared her throat. “But to those that don't, I'm Kitty. And...” Delicately picking up one of the plates that had just been lifted into the air moments ago, she held it up in front of her vertically.<br><br>“This is what I can do.” Her free hand moved forward, slow and steady and she willed it not to shake. Shake as much anyways. Taking in a deep breath and holding it, she felt her fingertips touch the ceramic...and slowly slide through the middle, emerging from the other side. Her fingers stretched for a moment, closing into a tiny fist before she retracted it back through where it came, finally exhaling. Phew. It was over. The rest was up to the rest of them now. “I...um...I can go through walls too. Sometimes.” There was a pause. Could someone just say something? She felt like a deer in the headlights. Attempting to lighten the mood, she forced the smile. “I've <em>phased</em> – that's what the SHIELD people over there called it – right through my bed a couple of times by accident. Gives waking up underneath the covers a whole new meaning, huh?”<br><br>She chuckled, mostly aimed at herself than anything, slinking back to standing with Dani and Victor. While they haven't spoken much, it was more words than she had shared with the rest and, hey, they all seemed like nice people. Plus, Katherine couldn't help but notice that the latter made a nice human-shield if she wanted to hide. That was always a plus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 15:42:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Charles_Xavier_Wolverine_zps62f8189a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Professor<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium, stage, before moving to the floor.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy, Zoe, Nathaniel, Open<br><hr><br>In the auditorium, Xavier nodded with a smile to Nathaniel as he steepled his fingers in front of him.&nbsp; <strong>”You may be surprised,”</strong> he said gently and with some amusement.&nbsp; It wasn’t uncommon for people, especially young people, to believe their feelings were more intense than others and it did little good to argue to the contrary.&nbsp; Still, it was an insight into Nathaniel’s character that didn’t show up in Fury’s files, and one that Xavier alone knew, for now.&nbsp; <strong>”There is a bathroom just outside the door, if the food is disagreeing with you.&nbsp; Perhaps I’ll avoid what you ate.&nbsp; It might be for the best,”</strong> he said with a placating smile.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”I will be here when you wish to continue our conversation,”</strong> Charles said as&nbsp; he observed who Nathaniel was interested in.<br><br>He watched as Nathanil moved away and then turned his attention to the buffet.&nbsp; He was famished.<br><br>Upon the roof, the mental image of Xavier paused and turned his wheelchair so that he could regard both Jimmy and Zoe more naturally.<br><br><strong>”I fear there is really nowhere for you to ride around here, Mr. Hudson, unless you would be content to ride in circles along the single road encompassing the academy.&nbsp; I’m sure you’ve noticed the academy’s isolation from civilization while on your walks.&nbsp; We do have a garage and a mechanic who will be more than willing to instruct you on various things.&nbsp; I am unaware where your bike is, but I promise I will look into it.&nbsp; If you would like I shall see about bringing it here, though, as I said, it is unlikely to be of much use.&nbsp; The mountainous terrain would be disastrous for a street bike, and hard even on a dirt bike.”</strong><br><br>His attention then turned to Zoe, <strong>”I hope you will find it a close second to home, Ms. Hennesy,”</strong> he spoke softly with a polite smile.&nbsp; <strong>”I had been told that you had a GTO, which is being stored safely offsite.&nbsp; As I explained to Mr. Hudson, a car is relatively useless here.&nbsp; Though if you wish to work on it during mechanic class, I will see what I can do to arrange its arrival.&nbsp; Just know that having it here prevents you from being able to use it in the outside world.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 02:32:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8e/Jamesverrryyoung.png/180px-Jamesverrryyoung.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor/Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red turtle neck, Black dress pants, Black leather jacket and black leather shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Scott Summers, Open<br><hr><br>When Scott noticed him to the point of waving, Nathaniel couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as his cheeks turned a light shade of red. How strange life could be when you didn't know someone but still felt an attraction for them. God, how he hoped no one found out his foolish infatuation with the man he hadn't even met yet. He didn't want to make life hard for him or himself when they would all be spending so much time together. Still, he couldn't help how he felt. He just hoped he could hide it as long as he could so he wouldn't make anyone's life miserable.<br><br>Finally, deciding it was now or never, he took in a deep breath as he straightened his jacket before making his way over to the table. He hoped he wouldn't make a fool of himself but even if he did, he at least could say he gave it a shot and got to meet the boy that he had been ogling since they had all arrived at the auditorium. "Um....excuse me. I hope I am not interrupting anything. I just thought I would come over and introduce myself before we all went back to our dorms. My name is Nathaniel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 03:06:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><hr> <br>Victor had never been much for showing off his abilities. Mostly because there wasn't much to show that could be 'shown off'. Safely, anyways. He remembered how getting angry at someone affected him. Being in the ring with an asshole did that to you. They were only supposed to spar, but the moment that the instructor stepped out of the room, his friends had crowded around, and said asshole had done something stupid. He had been training at Martial Arts since he was a kid, and he had all the moves down to a T, while Victor was only a beginner. Victor didn't know if this was some sort of beginner's ritual for these kids, or something to that effect, but feeling his teeth rattle, blood flowing from his mouth as he was on his knees, getting the shit kicked out of him, something snapped. His roar had been primal, he knew, not from having heard it but from watching the footage afterwards. He had moved with blinding speed, catching the asshole's leg and snapping it at the knee with a twist of his arm. A hammered fist to the guy's ribs had been followed by cracks and the satisfying feeling of bones breaking. Then he had picked the guy up and tossed him across the ring like he was a football.<br><br>Victor shuddered a bit, and backed off from the group. Even the one power that was overall 'strange'... well, it was painful, and bloody, for now anyways. He had only pulled out his claws once. He clenched his fist and tried to think of something else. He forced himself to smile at Kitty, a cute girl by all standards, and he didn't even have to pretend to be interested in her power. Far more showy than his own, his eyebrows raised and he laughed, resisting the urge to clap. It wasn't a circus show, he reminded himself, and it might be considered rude to treat it as such, even if his intentions were good.<br><br>He smiled as she came closer," That's... pretty damn impressive," He extended his hand to her," I'm... Victor. Creed. Victor Creed," He grinned," I don't have any powers," The lie came smoothly. He had been lying to himself for so long about it, it had almost become natural.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 04:51:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor Xavier, Zoe<br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Even caged animals pace around in circles if they feel trapped."</strong> Jimmy sighed, venting his growing frustration with SHIELD. He was starting to feel trapped, Jimmy was the kind of person who liked being free. The time in the woods, his knack for vanishing and doing as he wished were all evidence of that. Perhaps this feelings were surfacing more with more students, it had not been as bad when there was few people walking around, but now an entire class of people?! Luckily Xavier's calming presence prevented the young man from losing his cool. <strong>"You are the most trustworthy one here Doc, I'll drop it."</strong> <em>For now.</em> He thought, hoping Xavier had unconnected from his thoughts as he realized what he had just done. Having someone inside his head whenever they wanted would take some getting used too. <br><br>Xavier was gone, leaving him alone with the girl but he forgot her name somewhere in the exchange, or had he been thinking of something else when she had? Either way he nodded his head to answer her question. <strong>"I have a Scarlet Red Pearl Harley (VRSCSE2) out there somewhere, won it from a biker who thought he owned the bar stool I was sitting on."</strong> Jimmy admitted and grinned, flashing the fanged teeth for a brief moment. <br><br><strong>"What about you freckles? What year is your GTO? Anything interesting under that hood?" <br></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 07:50:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd.Early evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier. Jimmy.<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">Zoe turned her head back to Xavier, her red strands of hair becoming increasingly annoying upon the surprisingly windy roof in which they were standing and sitting upon. Listening to the older man speak, she found herself getting a little more anxious and slightly annoyed at the fact he was right. It was hard terrain, and she knew there was no need for a car, or a bike for that matter, in this area. But, on another note she didn't care, she didn't care at all. That car was her connection to the outside world, and it brought peace to her the most. Whenever she felt frustrated about anything, anything at all the only thing that ever seemed to be there for her was her car. Hell, through all the hardships of her life, like seeing all her brothers leave her, even her father on most accounts, her car was there. Or, Tori, as she called her prized GTO. When the professor turned to her and started speaking she wasn't paying close attention as her mind was in another place at the moment. She offered a slight smile, a feint attempt at letting him know she understood. But, it took all her strength, and most likely a lot of Xavier's calming presence to keep her quiet. There was really nothing she wanted to say further. It was nothing against the professor, but more his position. People telling her no, or controlling any aspect in her life wasn't very well accepted by Zoe. But... she knew she would have to deal with it in the long run. If she knew the powers he had, to be in ones mind and control and manipulate... she would most certainly freak out.<br><br>As Xavier finished, Zoe shrugged and nodded as if she understood. The slight excitement of there being a chance to get her car at least on the premises made her heart race a little, and was visible upon her features. In fact, she had contemplated -on more than one occasion- teleporting to her car, and just bringing it back. But, sadly, that was not in the scope of her powers. As she stood, she could barely take more than a phone, or food, drinks, cigs, and whatever clothes were upon her back. <strong>"It would wonderfully amazing if it was possible to get it here so I could work on it. If you could somehow arrange that. it would be amazing. T-thank you in advance, if you can pull it off."</strong> Zoe said surprisingly calmly and happily. Sighing slightly, her eyes zipped back to Jimmy as he began to speak. All she had collected thus far was his last name, and she wasn't going to call him that. The nickname he had called her, frustrated her a little bit and she bit her lip as she rolled her eyes with a little sigh. Listening to him talk about his bike she smiled and nodded. <strong>"Wow. Nice. Don't mess with your bar stool. Got it."</strong> Zoe teased a little as she heard his story of how he obtained his bike. She could tell he admired his bike, it was the only thing that he seemed to smile about, however brief the show of fangs was... it happened. Documented, and marked in her mind. The way she obtained her own vehicle was another story, and it wasn't something she was going to bore the man in front of her with at the moment.<br><br>As the questions about her own vehicle came from the man, a slight grin started to form upon her lips and she offered a slight giggle. <strong>"Well... first of all. Don't call me that again, I'll beat your ass."</strong> Zoe offered a mischievous grin, showing both a challenge and a little bit of playfulness at the same time. With that she decided she had stood long enough, and walked around to the other side of the bench, and sat down, facing the mountains, slightly turned towards Jimmy to show she was part of the conversation. <strong>"As for Tori, she's from the best year for the car, man. '69. The Judge. A beautiful creature on it's own. I haven't done much, unfortunately. Just got done painting it. It's a sleek back. I know, nontraditional for a Judge. But, whatever, looks fucking amazing. Under the hood, I haven't done much, sadly. Mainly because of lack of accessibility to parts I need. Got her up to almost 350 horsepower right now, but I plan on going up from there. I hope that I can get a turbo sometime and put that in, maybe get a chip to help me, too."</strong> She paused, realizing she had been talking a lot about... a car? What the hell, nice first impression. She was supposed to be a girl, right? Looking out to the mountains, closing her eyes with a little sigh, she nodded and then looked back at him with a grin. <strong>"So... I'll stop talking now. Sorry, about that. Still thinking about blowing this joint?"</strong> She finished with a slight laugh, looking down at her knees for a moment, as she took her hands out of her pockets and put them on the bench on either side of her as she sat on the edge of the bench.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 22:40:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hdw.eweb4.com/media/wp_400/1/1/2211.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra "Cassie" Lang<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <del>Stature</del>none yet!<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1 Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 September, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open, Jean, Megan, Erik, Brandt, Arthur, Scott<br><hr><strong>"Hey Charlie!</strong> She said to the living shadow, unsure of, if at all, she should pet it? or just let it do its thing. <strong>"I lived in New York for a while, place is crazy sometimes. Now I'm here though, thanks to my 'Gift'."</strong> She wasn't sure if he had heard her earlier explanation of the Pym Particles, but sometimes with that sciency stuff, she got really into it, and could get long winded in her explanations. That in mind, she withheld the explanation of her gift for now. She remained sitting next to him, still rubbing his back, though now a little further up near his neck, as he explained he had a headache.<br><br><strong>"Maybe you just need a good neckrub. I know when i get a headache that fixes me right up."</strong> She said with a smile at the guy. She almost felt like he was lying to keep his problems dark. She hoped that maybe she could brighten up the day a bit, even if it meant just her rubbing his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 02:00:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Nathaniel, Open<br><hr><br>"<strong>No, not at all. We were just in the middle of show and tell.</strong>" Scott said with a smile, looking up at Nathaniel as he approached. "<strong>Scott Summers. Nice to meet you.</strong>" He offered his hand to the other young man.<br><br>There were some new demonstrations going on, it seemed; Kitty (such a cute name) was sticking her hand through an apparently solid plate. Granted, it would have been a better magic trick if she had demonstrated that the plate was real first. Or had someone from the audience choose it. Stephen was apparently the stage magician, though, so he couldn't fault her for it. It was certainly an impressive power. With abilities like that, she must have been able to get in or out of anywhere she pleased. At least SHIELD wouldn't be keeping her confined.<br><br>"<strong>So, you were talking to Xavier?</strong>" He spoke up again, looking back to Nathaniel. "<strong>He's a very great man. He's done a lot for me already. Good conversation, too. Knows everything, I think.</strong>" He chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 05:53:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Moonstar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danielle&nbsp; Moonstar<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dani, Mirage<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 1st Floor, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Summer wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=118965528)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (The Big Clump of assembled students, mentioned Scott, Cassie, Kitty, Jean, Erik, and Victor)<br><hr> <br><strong>"Bullshit."</strong> The word seemed unnecessarily loud even to her, especially when taken with her former silence as the assembled students chatted and some showed off the abilities that had caused their selection for the program.&nbsp; Dani didn't really have much to add to that conversation.&nbsp; She still wasn't sure exactly what a few of the students were talking about.&nbsp; Like the boy with the red glasses.&nbsp; Some kind of x-ray vision?&nbsp; The girl with the room next to her apparently changed size while Kitty could pass her body through solid objects.&nbsp; Jean's abilities caused her to flinch slightly.&nbsp; Telekinesis would be cool, but telepathy? She was firmly of the mind that thoughts should be private, but she felt for the other girl who had to deal with the strain of being in someone else's head.&nbsp; Talk about uncomfortable.&nbsp; Then there was Erik and seeing the extracurricular movement of his shadow, which apparently had its own name, quite frankly that made the hair on the back of her arm stand up.&nbsp; Her grandfather had always told her that the soul is the shadow of a man and she just tried very hard not to think too much on that.<br><br>Still none of it, even the arrival and introduction of the staff, was enough to draw more than a slight change of expression from her, empty plate spinning idly under her fingers. Not until Victor smiled brightly at Kitty and claimed to have no ability.&nbsp; Her hand slammed down on the plate causing it to rattle and she shook her head delicate brows drawn into a frown and she repeated that first word in a lower but clearly enunciated tone.&nbsp; <strong>"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want.&nbsp; Hell I wasn't on board with the whole 'show me yours I'll show&nbsp; you mine' thing either. It would be less awkward to be sitting here naked."</strong> It wasn't an exaggeration, if she had to chose she'd pick the later ever damn time regardless of the audience.<br><br><strong>"Personally I don't care about what you can do.&nbsp; It's clearly not something that you're comfortable with or proud of, well boo fucking hoo, welcome to the club.&nbsp; I've spent years trying to hide and being ashamed and afraid of it and its going to take a little more than a pep talk about saving the world and some cafeteria food to crack that; no offense to you guys.&nbsp; </strong> Her gaze roamed briefly over the other assembled students before settling back on Victor a light flush coloring her already tanned skin.&nbsp; <strong>"Besides none of you want a demonstration."</strong> Raking dark hair out of her face she took a quick deep breath trying to remain in control even in the midst of her rant.<br><br><strong>"Whatever it is you do they want you here and that's good enough for me. We're all a little bit weird and a little bit broken, I accept that, but I will be damned if I'll just sit here while you lie to everyone including yourself."</strong> She couldn't tell you how she knew exactly, it was an odd thing and she'd never met anyone before who had quite the same, well, feel, but it was enough to be sure that Victor, despite his assurance otherwise, was ... something else. His denial shouldn't have made her that angry.&nbsp; Logically Dani realized that, even in the moment, but the last few days had been rather extraordinary, and with that small almost off hand statement she had apparently reached her tipping point. <strong>"Care to try again Boston?"</strong> She didn't even use his name that challenging question dropped between them her long limbed body tensing.&nbsp; With any luck tact and interpersonal communication would be an elective, she clearly needed it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 09:58:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Zoe<br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Don't call you what?"</strong> Jimmy turned and asked, a little curve forming on one side of his face. <strong>"Is that a threat or promise?"</strong> He asked, twisting her words around, teasing her before she enthusiastically began to talk about her car. Jimmy felt the same about his bike except his stopped talking after a sentence or two. <br><br><strong>"Are you nervous?"</strong> Jimmy asked casually, noticing her body behavior and constant shifting. He had not moved a lot since he sat down except to look her way as she was talking. <strong>"I got no place to go. before I was scooped up, I was just planning on hitting the road. Where, how, why, no clue. Just ride, try to make sense of things."</strong> Jimmy shrugged. <strong>"And now I am here...middle of nowhere, but the scenery ain't all that bad...Freckles." Jimmy teased. </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 04:15:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8e/Jamesverrryyoung.png/180px-Jamesverrryyoung.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor/Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red turtle neck, Black dress pants, Black leather jacket and black leather shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Scott Summers, Open<br><hr><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you, Scott...and yes...I was talking to Professor Xavier. To see him here today was an pleasant surprise. I have looked up to the man for quite a long time. So, to meet one of my idols is humbling but exciting. I hope I learn much from him, while I am in his presence."<br><br>Even though there were others at the table, everyone around them disappeared as time seemed to stop. Scott, was one hell of a good looking man up close and to hear his deep voice...it just sent shivers up Nathaniel's spine. He was gorgeous. He wished he could see what color Scott's eyes were. Although, by the way his glasses were made, it appeared to him that his powers had something to do with his eyes and he would never get to truly see the beautiful orbs. Whatever the case may be, it might have been for the best. After all he was practically drooling over the young man already. He didn't need anymore reason to be a blubbering idiot when the poor guy was around. "So, how long have you know Professor Xavier? I mean you have to have known him for awhile if he has helped you. Although, I can't really see you needing much help. You seem to have everything together. At least compared to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 03:41:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dani<br><hr> <br>He tilted his head. He felt the sharp tang of anger flickering through his body. It had been a lie, he knew, but a relatively harmless one. He knew that he had powers, he... just wasn't sure what they were yet. Was he like the Hulk from New York, only growing strong when he was angry? No, that wasn't quite it. He was powerful, and more than his body should be at his current size, faster too. Sharper. Better reflexes. And he wasn't like that before. But he still wasn't sure about it. He didn't know.<br><br>Someone tell the smartass to shut up, he thought, turning to her. He felt like a Tomahawk, locking on it's target and not letting go. He felt that irritation, burning his his body, begging for action, but something new too. A dull ache in his fingertips, growing as he stepped closer to her. He licked his canines, the action feeling natural.<br><br>Why the hell was he getting angry? She was calling him on his bullshit anyway. It was supposed to be a joke, right?<br><br>Right?<br><br>"It's Victor," He said, his voice calm but shaky," And I'm not the broken one here. You are. Tell your mouth to quit flapping before someone else has to tell it for you," His fingers clenched and the pain was getting worse. His fingernails were bleeding. Again. He clenched his hands into a fist, forcing the pain back," I'm not ashamed of what I am. I just don't know what it is I am yet. Is you're ashamed, you need help. I hear they have a killer psych department around here," He shook his head, feeling his body cooling down. Now to find somewhere where he could wash the blood off of his hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoon</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 04:16:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Cyclops<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Nathaniel, Victor, Dani, Open<br><hr><br>"<strong>Not... Long.</strong>" He trailed off slightly, distracted by the angry raised voices. He looked over towards Dani and Victor, tensing slightly, about to get up as he wondered if a fight was going to break out. If it did, he was prepared to step in and diffuse the situation, though the instructors would surely have it in hand. He had kind of anticipated some conflict; Everyone here was young, uncertain, stuck in a strange new situation with strange new abilities, and probably none of them were very comfortable with these changes. Except Arthur, maybe. Victor, after ranting back, however, appeared to have cooled off slightly, and looked like he was going to move away to cool down. Smart. Scott relaxed again and turned his attention back to Nathaniel with a slight sigh. "<strong>Sorry. Yes, I've spoken to him a few times over the past weeks, and he's given me a lot of helpful advice. I don't know that I really <em>know</em> him, though.</strong>" He shrugged slightly.<br><br>"<strong>As for having things together, I don't think so. I'm just... Glad to be here.</strong>" He settled on with a slight smile. Others, like Victor and Jimmy might not be buying the whole 'new generation of heroes' thing, but, Scott certainly did. It was the only thing that would give him any sense of stability or purpose after his life had been turned upside down, so he was sure as hell going to hold on to it. "<strong>But, I think we'll all get it together with time. The first couple of weeks will probably be rough, but like I keep saying, we're in the right place. I'm sure you'll get a handle on things quickly.</strong>" He assured the white-haired young man.<br><br>Finally, Scott stood and picked up his plate from the table, looking around the room.<br><br>"<strong>I suppose we should think about heading back to the dorms soon. I'm sure your RA will look after you, but, if you need help with anything, let me know. I think I've figured out where most things are.</strong>" He laughed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 04:32:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean, Cassie, open<br><hr> <br><br>His attention was drawn away from the two who seemed to have swooped in to check on him, when he heard Jean's announcement. For a moment, he seems mute; moreso because he had to think about what those words meant for a moment.&nbsp; Make sure he wasn't jumping to a stupid conclusion. "Well, Jean, as long as you don't go beyond the 'do not enter' tape in my mind, I think we'll be fine." Yup, joking. But, he was being serious, too. If he found out she was digging too deeply, he'll get pretty angry.&nbsp; He was open, sure, but there were quite a few skeletons that he prefer stay in the closet.<br><br>Charlie couldn't really be pet or touched in any way. It was just shadow; there was absolutely no substance to it. At least, not yet. Not here. He can't give substance to shadows in the presence of light. Maybe one of these days. <br><br>Cassie would be able to tell that he was pretty tense, particularly along his neck, and where his shoulders meet his neck.&nbsp; While his headache was predominantly caused by how bright it was--even if most, looking through his glasses, would consider the world dimmed-- that tension is certainly not helping him. His initial reaction to her touch was to tense up; but a moment later, he seems to relax, if only a little bit.<br><br>"I just really need to get some sleep, I think." He was pretty sure the intuitive people could figure out his weakness, but he didn't want to just state it plainly. So instead, he covered up his need for darkness with the reasonable need for sleep.&nbsp; To be fair, he is getting tired, too, so it's not a complete lie. "Say, did you ever read in the New York Times, about someone called 'the street cleaner'?" It probably had been buried under a lot of the bigger news, but it more or less amounted to a string of robbers, thugs, and general low lifes being knocked unconscious in the middle of their law-breaking, and pick-pockets getting robbed.&nbsp; Usually, their was a broken bone or two, or a concussion to go along with that, since getting hit with a good, solid length of wood really hard tended to do that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 08:57:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mantis, Arthur, Scott, Dani, Kitty, Victor, Ri, Erik, Open<br><hr><br>Jean heard and felt their responses in unison.&nbsp; It was… overwhelming.&nbsp; She should have known better than to listen so intently.&nbsp; She didn’t blame any of them for their reactions; though, she was surprised by the open acceptance a few of her peers had.&nbsp; She got what she needed, fearing she’d get too much, and then hastily replaced her mental barriers.&nbsp; The noise faded to a quiet hum.<br><br>To any who were watching, she shuddered slightly, a look of fleeting pain flashed upon her face, and she exhaled shakily.&nbsp; It passed within a moment and without the insight she’d just provided they could have thought she’d simply bitten her tongue.&nbsp; Her arms crossed in front of her and she absently rubbed her arms through the cloth of her suit.<br><br>Scott’s and Arhtur’s thoughts had been reassuring.&nbsp; Ri’Staraa’s had been surprising and insightful.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure if she should be worried that the boy was so tactically minded or impressed.&nbsp; Kitty’s had been natural and had escalated, like Jean had expected from everyone, but Arthur’s comment had shown how rational Kitty really was.&nbsp; The girl was willing to trust her; they were all willing to trust her.&nbsp; It was rather remarkable considering that she’d only known a good deal of them for more than a day.&nbsp; Dani’s empathy was helpful.<br><br>Erik’s joke helped her smile before she wiped her eyes of unshed tears.&nbsp; She had been so afraid to tell them all, and it seemed like that fear had been for naught.&nbsp; <strong>”I do the best I can to not invade anyone’s mind without permission,”</strong> she confessed to the shadow manipulator.<br><br>It wasn’t easy, but she managed.&nbsp; Luckily no one appeared to be a walking car crash.&nbsp; That would make things more difficult.<br><br>An appreciative smile was given to each of the individuals around her.&nbsp; She would have given them all a hug except that her attention had been drawn to Victor and Dani.&nbsp; She watched as Victor moved closer, and his rage bled through her mental filters to the point where her heart raced and her breath quickened.&nbsp; <br><br>The tension in the entire room became intense and threaded to topple her previously constructed barriers.&nbsp; A redheaded S.H.I.E.L.D. agent began to approach the group, while another agent simply fit an arrow to his bow.&nbsp; It all was happening so quickly, and then Victor stepped away from Dani.&nbsp; Just as sudden the tension returned to normal, the redhead smiled at a faculty member and fell into a natural seeming conversation and the archer removed his arrow, though both seemed to keep a closer eye on the group.<br><br><em>”Thank you,”</em> her voice whispered in Arthur’s mind. He had given her permission after all.&nbsp; <em>”I don’t think you realize how much your words helped the others.&nbsp; There’s no need to keep it a secret, unless you’re going to tell me something you don’t want people to know.”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 20:03:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean/ Scott/<br><hr> <br><br>Arthur had grown silent for a long while, just taking in everyone's reactions to eachother and trying to learn about his fellow students instead of running his mouth like he had been. From what he could tell <strong>Scott</strong> was the one most like him. The young man seemed to be fully behind the idea of S.H.I.E.L.D. Teaching them how to use their gifts to help others. But the feeling of being trapped at the school had been creeping up on Arthur. With a shuddering breath he pushed the idea out of his mind and was sure that if someone really felt like they didn't belong then Fury and the agents would make sure they got back to their home safely.<br><br>The eyes of the young Brit went wide with surprise when <strong>Kitty</strong> passed through the plate. It was like she was a living ghost, but couldn't float or fly. Still being able to move through solid objects was very impressive to Arthur. He clapped lightly and nodded to Kitty. "Very, very cool Kitty. If I could do that I would never open a door again." Arthur laughed and looked around at the others sort of concerned that they all seemed to not pay her any attention. Well except for Victor who seemed as impressed as Arthur was with Kitty's power. "...I like the power."<br><br><strong>Moonstar</strong> came off to Arthur as a rude person calling <strong>Victor</strong> out on his claim of not having a power. Even if Arthur agreed, that was not the way to go about it. Who was she to say that someone did or did not have an ability. Maybe Victor had one and didn't know it but S.H.I.E.L.D. did. The idea didn't seem that insane or far off. <br><br>Arthur was about to jump to Victor's defense when the large man spoke up himself. Things seemed to be getting worse. While Arthur thought that Moonstar was wrong to say what she did to Victor, if Victor made an aggressive move against the young woman then Arthur would jump in. Scott seemed to have the same idea about jumping in, making Arthur not activate his armor on reflex. The fact that a hot redhead and an archer started to take action around the same time, maybe sooner.<br><br>Suddenly the thoughts of <strong>Jean Grey</strong> probed into his brain. <em>I only said what was true. I'm just happy to help. I don't have anything to hide yet, but if I do Ill let you know. But to be honest I'm terrified of being here. It's taking everything I have to not run.</em> He mentally replied to Jean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 05:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8e/Jamesverrryyoung.png/180px-Jamesverrryyoung.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Legend<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor/Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red turtle neck, Black dress pants, Black leather jacket and black leather shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Scott Summers, Open<br><hr><br>"Hmm, I guess you are right. It is about that time that we start getting back to our rooms and getting settled in. I do have to say it was a pleasure to meet and talk to you though and if you ever just want to hang out or just study you can always look me up. I am on the second floor, room five."<br><br>With his left hand in one pocket and the right one giving Scott a small wave goodbye, Nathaniel headed back to his room, feeling as if he had just had the best experience of his life.<br><br><br><strong>~Continued in Dorms~</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keldia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 22:14:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3 | Room 2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd | Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dani | Jean | Victor <hr><br>“Nice to formerly meet y-.”<br><br>Kitty had been ready to respond to the kind greeting from <strong>Victor</strong>, her hand coming out to meet his. Her head had already formulated what to say, how to say it, and had planned to make a mention that she already knew his name from the directory. But, per usual, the simpler something was, the more ways that things could go completely wrong. In this case, it was the sudden interruption from <strong>Dani</strong> that did the trick, cutting her off with a single expletive and quick slam against the table, making her step back as the raven-haired girl continued on a verbal rampage.<br><br>At first, she had been worried that the anger and frustration had been pointed directly at her. Katherine had just shown what she could do and, while relatively harmless in her mind, who knew how the others saw it? It took all she had to just stand there, brown eyes opened wide, body all tensed up. Soon, though, it became clear that Danielle Moonstar had another target in mind for her rage, spitting words laced with venom towards Victor with some splashing upon the rest of them as well although definitely not as harsh. What was strange, funny enough, was that this was the most that Kitty had heard come out of the girl's mouth ever since the introductions started. What a way to finally speak up, huh?<br><br>While the words weren't held back and some might even said they crossed the line of what was acceptable, Danielle wasn't completely crazy. At least that's what Kitty hoped. There was real frustration there in that voice, some real annoyance at all of this. Could anyone really blame the girl for being frustrated? She didn't know whether this whole speech was intentionally meant to antagonize Victor or just the fact that he had been the unfortunate one to set off all that pent up irritation. Not to mention that, while there were hints of what Dani was actually capable of in her tirade, it seemed like something that was hard to live with.<br><br>The silence that followed Danielle was deafening. Everyone seemed to awkwardly be trying to recover. Well, everyone except for Victor. It seemed like the words had struck a nerve with the guy and, being so close to him, Katherine could practically see the inner turmoil going through his head. While his voice was calm as he finally said something, his words were just as sharp, if not sharper. And was that blood in his clenched fists?<br><br>Holy shit.<br><br>Kitty glanced over at <strong>Jean</strong>, a strange habit that she had picked up. While she didn't really know the other girl as much as she would have liked, the redhead seemed to be the one who felt most familiar with this facility and how it functioned. Most of her worries were stemming from the fact that a brawl could easily break out between the two who had just called one another out and, well, she didn't want anyone to get hurt. While Victor was gigantic compared to Danielle, the latter was here for a reason...and it could have been a deadly one. Things seemed to calm down after Creed spoke his peace though. While the&nbsp; room still remained somewhat tense, the agents that Katherine spotted out of the corner of her eyes seemed to have decided that interference wasn't necessary. Phew. <br><br>“Hey guys...” It was her who spoke up. Why was she playing the mediator? Hell, even Kitty didn't know. “Let's just...relax, okay?” Yeah right. “Victor.” She made damn sure to use his real name after what had just happened. “You and Dani...” Her gaze went to Moonstar. “Look, you guys don't have to show what you can do. You don't even have to like each other.” There was a subtle indication towards the SHIELD agents, just enough for them to get a hint of what she was talking about. “...But it's probably best if we <em>all</em> hold off on the insults. The last thing we need is...y'know.”<br><br>Katherine let out an exhale. She did her best although she doubted that it would help much. Public speaking was never really her thing. As a way to distract herself from the silence that followed, she reached for a thick napkin on the nearby table and held it out towards Victor. “Here.” Her voice was nervous, as if wondering what he might do. “For your...hands.” It wasn't just nervousness actually now that she thought about it.<br><br>No. It was also <em>fear</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>12-05-2014, 20:56:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd.Early evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy.<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">Zoe looked from her knees to the mountains, taking in the fresh air. It was just so surprising how different the terrain was here. It wasn't too different plant wise and such, but the rolling hills of the mountains everyday kind of excited her. She couldn't wait to get out and start exploring them for herself on her own time, plus, it was good alone time. Time to get away from everything, even if she was really 'away'. Her eyes darted back to Jimmy when he began talking and she gave him a little smirk in response to his first question, seeing his own grin she decided not to answer. <strong>"Isn't promise just a prettier word for threat?"</strong> Zoe responded with her own grin and a slight laugh, even though she was a little serious. His good looks wouldn't stop her from throwing a few punches at him. Growing up with three older brothers had taught her some things, and fighting was one of them. She wasn't quite as weak as people might first perceive her as being. On the other hand, she had no idea what his power was, so that might give her something to pause for if she did think of throwing a hit his way. Still, he looked like someone who could handle himself. Oh, well, she figured he wouldn't say it again anyway. So, all was good in her mind. Nervous? That question threw her off a little bit, and she looked at the bench for a moment and shrugged. <br><br><strong>"I'm not nervous. I'm just looking for an excuse, like I always do. Things are so much more... complex here. It's like they want to control every aspect of our lives. It's just... frustrating."</strong> Zoe responded with a little sigh, leaning back against the bench and looking into the darkness that surrounded them. She listened to his words about what he was doing before they scooped him up and she nodded, completely understanding the feeling. If she could have left her parents home, she would have on occasion. She did, when she discovered her powers. A little part of her was interested to know what this mans special gift was, but it was a personal thing and she didn't really want to share hers either. About to respond she heard Jimmy continue, <strong>"Yeah, it's not bad at a-..."</strong> Zoe started to agree. Then she heard him call her the same name from before, the one she didn't like. Her eyes darted to his, a look of a little warning, and a little irritation, an unbelievable grin on her face. Quickly, without pause, her bunched hand moved to his shoulder. It wasn't hard, enough to maybe make a normal person budge. <strong>"See what ya did. Now I have to beat your ass."</strong> Zoe said with a little chuckle. Realizing that not knowing his powers, a fight with him could be very... sad, for her. The slight grin on her features stayed though, as her eyes caught the moonlight, her red strands finally not getting in her face.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>12-05-2014, 21:02:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/147eda8f-ecb3-460e-96b1-b53a30718749_zps1ff128e6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ri'Staraa Sayed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9791005#msg9791005)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Eurus<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd floor, #2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean, Scott, Nathaniel and all others around<br><hr> <br><br>There was nothing volatile in Ri's reaction to Jean's powers. He was tactically-minded constantly by habit, his early upbringing having molded him into the man he was today. It was an advantage in some ways, to be sure, but it wasn't at all a help in social interaction. As much as he thought Jean's gifts to be a great tactical help, he hadn't considered that it added a whole other level to conversation and relationships. That complexity would have to strike him at some point in the future. <br><br>He listened politely as Scott answered his question from before. "Stark, huh?" The blue-haired boy responded, getting a grasp on where the other teen got his tech. "Well, maybe someday that will change. He'll still be able to help you control your powers with those but you'll see full-spectrum?" He didn't see why it couldn't happen, seemed like Stark was always coming up with something new. Or maybe that was just rumor? The blue-haired boy picked up on the tiny actions that Nathaniel displayed around Scott. When he caught the other boy's eye, he gave him a wry, knowing smile but said nothing.<br><br>Ri took a deep breath and rolled his neck across the back of his shoulders. He figured it was time to give in and let the others know what he could 'do' but he wasn't certain how to go about it. He knew he wanted to be subtle so he decided to just breathe out, extending a hand subtly and letting a soft, gentle breeze out to drift across the necks of his new acquaintances. It started with Scott and Jean, ruffling their hair a bit before moving on to the others in the immediate area. It was a small enough thing that anyone who wasn't paying attention could easily have thought a stray breeze had blown in through a nearby open window or door. But the stream was controlled and did not exactly play out in a natural way. Although it only remained for as long as twenty seconds, Ri's face became obviously consumed as he had to focus to maintain control over the gust the longer he used it. When the breeze finally died away, he visibly relaxed and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. It was an obvious attempt to "act cool" and pull back from the crowd a bit. He hoped it wasn't so easy to pick up on the fact that was all him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-05-2014, 06:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Zoe<br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"So all your promises are just thinly veiled threats? I'll keep that in mind."</strong> Jimmy nodded, not having much to say when she began to vent her own frustrations. She'd learn in time he was a man of few words, it was a miracle she had gotten this much out of him but that was due to being caught by Prof Xavier then followed by her. Had he been in the woods he would be unfollowable, barring mind powers. <br><br><strong>"You can try...no crying if you don't win, doll."</strong> Jimmy replied as he got to his feet and removed his jacket. He was not being serious about them having a fight fight, but he was not about to turn one down if she thought she was hot shit. Jimmy made a taunting motion at the red head. <strong>"How about this...you beat me....I stop callin you freckles, I beat you...the name stays. Deal?"</strong> He asked as he raised a guard resembling a undisciplined street brawler.<br><br><em>All students please report to your dorm common rooms, thank you...Jimmy and Zoe this means you, please report to your dorm common rooms</em><br><br><strong>"Guess they found out we went missing." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>14-05-2014, 18:33:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Crowley<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadow<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 4<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, Cassie, open<br><hr> <br><br>Erik stood.&nbsp; His hand came to his temple, before covering his eyes, despite having sunglasses.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, ladies.&nbsp; If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go lay down.&nbsp; I'll see you both in the morning," he said politely to Cassie and Megan before he walked out of the auditorium.<br><br>Charlie stuck around for a minute longer, flicking from one area of the room to the next, as if looking for something.&nbsp; Then, after looking rather confused, it slipped under the very same door Erik had left through a minute earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>15-05-2014, 01:17:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Moonstar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danielle&nbsp; Moonstar<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dani, Mirage<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 1st Floor, Room 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Summer wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=118965528)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (The Big Clump of assembled students Victor)<br><hr> <br>She felt the slow tremor run through her body, the edges of her vision darkening and blurring just a little and she recognized the signs well enough&nbsp; to head off complete disaster in the wake of Victor's comments about the resident psych program.&nbsp; Like hell she would give him the satisfaction of proving him right here in front of everyone.&nbsp; Her own nails bit into her palms drawing up light crescents of blood, that quick and sharp pain helping her hold on to the last shreds of control.&nbsp; The faculty members moving in the back ground and even the reactions of the other students registered on some level, but her attention was focused largely upon Victor her body coiling as the fight or flight reflex kicked into high gear. <br><br>"Regardless of what other abilities you might have I know what your main super power is Creed.&nbsp; You're the world's biggest jerk!" She didn't yell, in fact the words were delivered softly but with an undeniable edge to them.&nbsp; Her normally fluid movements were jerky as she stood her hands jamming in the back pockets of her cut off shorts while she took a deep steadying breath.&nbsp; It looked like she was going to say something again, her mouth opened to speak. An apology? It should be, not just to Victor but to everyone else, especially Kitty who's wide eyed distress was rather obvious.&nbsp; But nothing came out, because underneath it all Dani wasn't really sorry.&nbsp; Being lied to was perhaps one of her biggest and most easily pushed buttons.&nbsp; The world was full of lies, many of them well intentioned, white lies, lies of omission and people were able to rationalize them every day, it was okay if you were lying to protect yourself or others.&nbsp; The world was shaped in shades of grey so why shouldn't the truth be as well? ... but for Danielle it was rather simple. The truth was always better, pure, unvarnished, and yes sometimes painful, but at least then you knew where you stood with others, and on a deeper more philosophical level where you stood with yourself.&nbsp; <br><br>With no apology forthcoming her mouth snapped shut again she turned quickly and left the main building.&nbsp; Maybe a quick walk around the... what was it exactly? Campus? Compound? For some reason that second word fit a bit more in her head than the first, but maybe it would help.&nbsp; A little fresh air and some time to herself would help recenter herself and hopefully keep her from offending yet another of the students and getting into a full on fight before the night was done. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>15-05-2014, 19:52:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur, Open<br><hr><br><em>”Is that something you don’t want the others to know?”</em> Her voice in Arthur’s head said softly and was accompanied by an image of her smiling teasingly.&nbsp; <em>”You’re hiding it awfully well,</em> her voice changed to a more sincere tone.&nbsp; <em>”I wouldn’t have known you were terrified.&nbsp; It’s a huge change for everyone, but you seem to be managing your fear well.&nbsp; I hope you don’t run.&nbsp; It will be nice to have a friendly person nearby.”</em><br><br>Jean smiled reassuringly at Kitty before giving the girl a slight shrug when her green eyes indicated Victor and Dani.&nbsp; She could pry.&nbsp; There was definitely something bothering both of them and she could likely help fix it if she knew what it was.&nbsp; Of course, that would be breaking the trust they’d just shown in her and likely cause them to turn their ire on her, if they realized what she was doing.&nbsp; There wasn’t a high likelihood of them realizing what she was doing, but she would know, and more to the point so would the Professor.&nbsp; She sighed softly to herself before turning her attention to something else.<br><br>She found her gaze had turned to Scott.&nbsp; She wasn’t exactly sure why.&nbsp; A small smile touched her lips when she saw the ruby-spectacled guy talking with Ri and Nathaniel.&nbsp; There seemed to be an awkwardness tension that she didn’t quite understand.&nbsp; Maybe it was a guy thing.<br><br>She watched as Danielle and Nathanial both left the auditorium.&nbsp; Their numbers were slowly shrinking.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted back to Victor and noticed the blood drying on his fingernails.&nbsp; When did that happen?&nbsp; What had happened to cause him to bleed?&nbsp; Had Danielle done something to him?&nbsp; What exactly was Danielle capable of anyways?&nbsp; They were questions Jean knew she’d need to wait for, unless she pried.&nbsp; It would be so easy to just get the answers now.&nbsp; Quicker than a Google search.<br><br>Her mind returned to Arthur, <em>”Damn this is hard.&nbsp; I just want to learn the answers to everything from every one right now.&nbsp; I don’t know if I can continue to fight this temptation.”</em>&nbsp; Her voice was different from before; a mix of desperation, frustration, and guilt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>15-05-2014, 22:27:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean/ <br><hr> <br><br>The young man watched as Kitty tried to be the ref. in the Danni and Vic fight. In a way she would be the best to do that anyway. She could let any blow the two of them made at her pass right through. Even the act of handing Vic the napkin for his bleeding hand seemed overly nice. To Arthur it seemed like she had a gentle soul. She might even end up being the heart of the group if others here viewed Kitty the same way Arthur did.<br><br>He would have kept up staring at Kitty with his boyhood crush face but a cool breeze hit his neck and drew Arthur's attention to Ri. The boy had the ability of wind control? Or maybe he could just create small gusts? Arthur couldn't be sure because by the time he looked back at the boy who seemed to have just been ending the use of his powers but then again nobody else seemed to notice it so maybe it wasn't Ri.<br><br>Arthur smiled wide at Jean when her telepathic thoughts filled his head again. <em>"I have to hide it well. Everyone else seems just as afraid as I am and someone needs to be strong for everyone. At least until more of the students get used to the idea, know what I mean? I don't think I could run if I tried so consider me to be sticking around."</em><br><br>The gaze of Arthur shifted back to Kitty and he continued his "talk" with Jean. <em>"If you probe everyone's mind to learn about them it kind of takes away from the socializing part of being a teen. I mean, my parents stick to themselves and seem bored with life. If you want to know something about someone just ask...Hey, what do you think of Kitty?"</em> He offered advice and asked a question at nearly the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-05-2014, 03:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dani, Kitty<br><hr> <br>He was a jerk, he realized, and felt a wash of shame flicker over him, making his stomach feel uncomfortably queasy. Like there were times when it could comfortably be queasy, he thought, clenching his jaw and taking another deep breath. He knew that if he turned back to her, he would lash out. Physically. Use your angry words, his mother had told him as a child, not your fists. If he turned around, he would have to deal with whatever Dani had to throw at him, which he didn't know about, along with what the two SHIELD agents had to toss at him. He guessed that that would be enough, but even if it wasn't... what was he going to do? If he turned around, he was sure he wasn't going to find out. Hawkeye had shown him that he could kill Victor with his pinkie. He didn't want to find out what the guy could do with the rest of his fingers, and maybe even his arm.<br><br>He looked up when he heard a voice near him, almost shocked that anyone would want to talk to him after what had happened. He snapped his jaw shut, however and with an ashamed smile, he took the napkin, wiping his hands, scowling a bit as it came away red. He had been nursing the hope that nobody had seen him bleed.<br><br>"Thanks," He said softly, almost whispering," Dunno if you noticed, but I may have a small anger management issue," He smiled again," She called me on my bullshit, and I... reacted badly. I do have powers, if you can call them that," He finished cleaning his hands, and crumpled the napkin in his palm, crushing it in his fist," They just aren't... easy to call on. They come out when I'm angry, kinda like the Hulk, but... less Green, I guess..." He hung his head like a schoolboy caught cheating by his teacher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keldia</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 01:34:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 3 | Room 2<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd | Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victor<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Arthur | Dani | Jean<br><hr><br>Yeah. She could admit it. Victor Creed scared her.<br><br>The fact that he had seemed ready to just pummel something – or a certain someone to be specific – earlier wasn't just the sole reason for it. Katherine had attended a standard public high school with so many different personalities that it was impossible to name them all. She knew that some people just were more aggressive than others. Rather it was how fast he was able to change from being goofy and awkward to downright <em>feral</em> in what had been a matter of seconds.<br><br>Yeah, that was it. Almost like he was an animal that had been pushed into a corner and was ready to do just about anything to find it's way out. Anything. Usually, when someone just happened to flip mindsets like that meant they were mentally unstable to a certain degree. What did he call it? Anger issues? If that wasn't an understatement, she sure as hell didn't know what was.<br><br>But, hey, wasn't that a reason they all were recruited? To push through those fears to try and become people worthy of saving the world. While Director Fury hadn't exactly said those words, she had recognized the undertones in his speech and figured that they could easily apply here, to something as simple as this. If Kitty couldn't get past being intimidated by Victor just because he had come across as a savage for just a quick moment, how was she ever going to do the stuff that the Avengers did during the Battle of New York?<br><br>Still...it was something much easier said than done. There was a mental note there to ask the Captain one of these days if he was scared during the alien attack although she filed it away for later. Instead, she settled with nodding at Creed's acceptance of the napkin, trying her best to keep eye contact to show that things were okay now and that there were no hard feelings between them. It helped that he seemed actually sincere in his explanation, his voice quiet, the look on his face making it clear that he felt somewhat sorry for going off like that.<br><br>Clearing her throat a bit before she gave her response, fingers beginning to absentmindedly tap a little beat against the nearby table. “You'll be alright.” Kitty nodded, mostly aimed at herself than him now that she thought about it. Seemed like her words were not just meant for him but for herself as well. “Remember what the Director said? This place is going to help you – help us all – control what we can do. Whatever that is or even means.”<br><br>“Plus, we all have our own little issues and quirks. Have you seen Tony Stark on TV? That guy's ego is practically the size of that skyscraper he had built in New York.” Her shoulders came up in a shrug, as if she couldn't explain it herself. Being <em>special</em> didn't just mean that they could fly around like Megan or change their size like Cassie – it seemed to apply to everyone's personality being unique as well. “I mean, even <strong>Danielle</strong> probably has her own truckload of...”<br><br>She paused for a moment when she realized that the girl in question had managed to leave the auditorium rather abruptly. Letting out a sigh, her gaze returned to Victor. “Well, let's just hope she's doing okay. Maybe after some rest you guys will end up finding out that you have more in common than you think.” Was it wishful thinking? Yes. But, if she wasn't going to try and be optimistic about it, who was going to?<br><br>Rest...rest sounded good.<br><br>“Anyways.” Her fingers stopped their tapping, the little awkward beat finally coming to an end as Katherine took a deep breath. “I should, y'know...” Kitty's head nodded towards the exit of the auditorium. “...head out. We all have a long day tomorrow from the looks of it.” It was hard not to wince when she remembered the entire schedule. Thankfully, she hadn't really come up with a decision in regards to any actual elective training so she didn't have to be up at the crack of dawn but that didn't mean she could skip out on everything else. She began to head off, pausing as if contemplating something, before she turned to face him, a small smile on her face. “Just...if you plan on...<em>hulking</em> out, you might want to invest in stretchier shorts.”<br><br>God, she sucked at making jokes. She really, <em>really</em> did. Hopefully it lightened up the mood a bit for him although she figured that a groan was more appropriate. As Kitty began making her way back out towards the back to leave, she caught the eye of <strong>Arthur</strong> and <strong>Jean</strong>, giving the two a quick grin as well raising a hand to wave goodbye with the fluttering of her fingers. While she had been full of nerves, unsure about this whole A.C.E. thing, she had to admit to herself that this group wasn't a bad one. Yes, some had their differences. But, hey, what team got along perfectly? In the end, she just knew that, for the first time in a long time, she could go to sleep without staring at the ceiling for most of the night. They would do great. She was sure of it.<br><br>She was so deep into her thoughts that it took her a couple of seconds to even register that she had forgone opening the exit doors and had just walked straight through them.<br><br><div align="center"><em>~End Scene for Kitty~</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 04:04:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><hr> <br>Vi tor tilted his head as Kitty spoke. Stark did have a big ego. Then again, he was one of the greatest minds of the times, if not the greatest when it came to applied sciences. Gifted was the term, Victor thought, besides being a billionaire and the owner of his very own Iron Man suit, which, by the way, he invented himself while being held hostage by baddies in Afghanistan. The guy deserved to have an ego as big as that building, Victor thought.<br><br>"Whatever her truckload is, she is doing a damn sight of a better job at keeping it together than I am," He said with a tight smile, suddenly growing uncomfortable with the conversation," But yeah, we all have work to do, and it won't be getting easier any time soon. Best to just get with the program and get it together and keep it there," He chuckled nervously and nodded," Yeah, Looks like everybody else is headed off. Best if we go too. Hey... Thanks for not thinking I'm a monster. Or... well, if you thought it, thanks for talking to me anyways," He smiled and then his jaw clamped.<br><br>Hey, when we get some time off, wanna hang out? There's one hell of a view over the Rockies and we can just talk, relax, and... you know, get to know each other.<br><br>He clenched his jaw and his hand and smiled tightly again as he watched her leave. She was a nice girl. Hanging-out-worthy, as his friend Dave used to say when he had a crush on a girl but didn't want to get picked on by his friends. Rest. He needed some rest now. He spun around on his heel, making a mental note of talking to Dani later, see if he could iron things out with her. He hadn't meant what he said, after all, and he hoped that, even if she couldn't forgive him for his overly harsh words, she might give him the opportunity to earn that forgiveness. He wasn't a bad guy, dammit. Just...<br><br>Fucking Anger Management Issues...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 23:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/70b014d6ca70fc899988273553b15ed0/tumblr_mg57vcJ0Tb1r50xflo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Magneto<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 4 (History)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 0950<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (all students)<br><hr> <br>Erik sat behind his large oak desk, located at the front of the classroom, deep in thought.&nbsp; September third 2012, he wondered.&nbsp; Will this date be hidden from the ignorant masses or will it be replaced with a fabrication by the world governments.&nbsp; There was a possibility, however incremental, that it would be, one day, as celebrated as the Apollo landing, or even the founding of the United States.&nbsp; The first day of a school dedicated strictly for those with unique and exceptional abilities.&nbsp; It was Charles’ dream, in more ways than one.&nbsp; A dream that, in theory, Erik found himself supporting; though, he couldn’t help but see the uncomfortable similarities of the A.C.E. program to other educational methods, littered throughout history, which produced both unbelievable success and unspeakable horror.<br><br>The instructor scoffed.&nbsp; All too often, politicians and educators used the slogan “the future belongs to the young” but, on this particular day, it seemed to hold more than a measure of truth.<br><br>Upon nineteen young individuals, all hand selected by Xavier himself, rested the fate of this day.&nbsp; Would it eventually be celebrated by all mankind, or would its existence be denied by S.H.I.E.L.D., the World Defense Council, and the United States?&nbsp; A secret to be buried and erased.<br><br>Erik glanced up at the digital clock hanging over the entrance to the classroom.&nbsp; The students should be arriving at any moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 17:08:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 4 (History) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd/ 0950 <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White tee shirt, Black Jogging pants, White converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erik, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Arthur walked into the classroom with his tablet in hand and felt refreshed after his first few hours of school. He did his best to fight off a simple yawn and waved at the teacher who he had not meant yet. "Hi. Ummm" Arthur looked around and realized he was the first student on the scene. "..I'm Arthur. Nice to meet you." He said and walked over to Erik's desk to extend his hand for a shake.<br><br>Slowly Arthur moved to sit at the front row far from the door. He looked at the desk and took a deep breath. Arthur didn't like the tablet, mostly because it reduced the need for a pen and paper. Arthur always like the feel of the items in his hands, the smell of an old book and the notes some kids often left in the books to help others who came after them. Then he glanced back up at Erik and asked a rather intrusive question that Arthur hadn't given much thought to. "What's your power?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 18:58:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual suit and skirt combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur, Open<br><hr><br>She bit her lip as she heard Arthur’s reply.&nbsp; <em>”I…”</em>&nbsp; Thankfully the subject switched before she felt like she needed to defend herself.&nbsp; Sharing her desire to mentally Google-search people’s minds seemed like it had been a bad thing to share.&nbsp; He obviously was uncomfortable and couldn’t understand.&nbsp; It was probably best if she didn’t share that with anyone else.<br><br><em>”Kitty?&nbsp; She seems nice, a bit shy, smart, willing to step in and step up for people, unsure of herself… I don’t know.&nbsp; She hid in her room last night, so I didn’t get much chance to talk with her.&nbsp; You’re interested in her, huh?”</em><br><br>Jean’s green eyes drifted to Kitty as the girl talked to Victor.&nbsp; There was a lot to admire about the girl.&nbsp; She seemed to be natural negotiator and diplomat.&nbsp; Her ability to pass through solid objects seemed to be well-suited for those tasks, as well.&nbsp; Jean hugged her arm to her side as she watched Kitty leave and raised her hand in a wave to the girl.&nbsp; <br><br>The redhead wasn’t feeling too positive about herself.&nbsp; It had been nice that people hadn’t reacted to her revelation as she had expected, but she felt lost amongst the other students.&nbsp; She had the ability to instantly know what someone wanted, what they meant with an offhand comment, and what they were actually saying when their words meant something else, but she couldn’t use that ability without breaking their confidence in her.&nbsp; Maybe she was a horrible person for even wanting to use her abilities that way.&nbsp; It was likely a discussion Xavier would broach during her next session with him.&nbsp; Her mind seemed to be an open book to him and he didn’t seem to have any reservations about helping her understand and accept the possibilities of her “gift”.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed to herself and dropped the mental link to Erik.&nbsp; Maybe she should retire to her dorm room, as well.&nbsp; The conversation had seemingly died off and while there were still people she wanted to talk with, she wasn’t certain she should.&nbsp; It would only bring with it more temptation, and frustration, and likely less understanding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 19:49:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Marvel Girl<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2/1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 4 (History)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse and skirt combo, with knee high socks, and black dress sandals<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, 0950<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur, Erik, Open<br><hr><br>Jean’s mind was still reeling from the mechanics and Calculus class she had just attended.&nbsp; She was smart, at least, she thought she was smart, but it seemed like she’d be calling home and asking her father for help with her homework quite often.&nbsp; That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.&nbsp; It was something to talk to him about other than her abilities and how she was adjusting to the school or what Professor Xavier was teaching her.<br><br>She entered classroom 4 shortly after Arthur and took a seat in the center and middle of the class.&nbsp; She didn’t want to be in the first row, but she didn’t want to be in the last either.&nbsp; The middle seemed unassuming enough.<br><br>After picking her seat, she removed her tablet, opened her email, and scanned it for any notes or messages which could have appeared since before breakfast.&nbsp; Seeing nothing new, she then went to the class files and opened up the corresponding folder for “Military History”.&nbsp; The instructor, who she assumed was sitting behind the big desk, had apparently uploaded a number of files and notes, along with a syllabus.<br><br>Jean gave the man a friendly, though, timid smile before she returned to reading through the notes for the class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 20:56:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Taylor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Excalibur <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1/Dorm 2 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd/ Early evening. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean/ <br><hr> <br><br><em>"Yeah, I am interested in her. I would say you too but it seems like you have a very big fan club and I am content with having great friends if nothing else. Meh...Don't take it the wrong way."</em> Arthur watched Kitty run right through the doors and smiled. She was such a show off. Even if she didn't realize it. Arthur placed his attention back to the students in the room. It seemed like everyone was headed for bed or at least their own dorms. <br><br>Arthur stood up and walked over to Jean then wrapped her up in a hug. "Things won't be bad. Were all here to help eachother." He had no idea what she was thinking but based on her earlier worries Arthur felt like she could use some encouraging words. "Anyway, I'm off to bed. I'll see you in the morning, try to relax and if you need anything give my brain a ring." Arthur tapped his skull and let Jean go. He took a few steps back then turned and headed out the door, leading to his dorm area.<br><br>-End Scene for Arthur-
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 06:53:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/225/8/0/Leather_by_HattieWatson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Anne Hennesy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9815279#msg9815279)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119451921)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd.Early evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy.<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">Zoe listened to his first words, a slightly amused smile cursed her lips as her eyes were full of mischief. Giving a slight shrug, and looked up, a look of innocence, but maybe some truth, too. All in all wasn't the concept of 'promises' overrated... nobody ever kept them. You might as well be honest with someone and grow a set. Let them know what you think, or intend to do. No beating around the bush. Although, Zoe was quit aware that a lot of people completely disagreed with that notion and pussy-footed around peoples feelings. Zoe didn't like getting her feelings hurt any more than the next person, but somebody's complete honesty was welcomed in her book. Another slightly amusing grin came across her features, noting that the 'doll' nick name was okay, but anything was better than 'freckles'. Her eyes quickly followed him as he stood up, her body tensing a little. For a moment she thought of standing, but she wanted to see what he would do. The fight idea had been something she was interested in, but she had no idea what kind of a fighter he was, or how well trained. So, at the moment, Zoe was a little cautious. And, who knew, maybe his special gift that brought him here gave him a one up on her. With that thought she stood up after he did, preparing herself if he did want to rumble a little. His first set of motions made her tense a little, but she knew it was just taunting.<br><br>Zoe had gotten pretty quiet, but that was how she normally was. Now that he had gotten all the talk out of her, lucky him, she was pretty much done with those pesky things called words. As she heard him speak to make a deal, she thought for a moment. Bringing her shoulders up slightly and cocking her head to one side she nodded slightly. <strong>"Heh, yeah... sure. Guess I can say goodbye to that little nick name"</strong> She responded with strongly, a slight little giggle in her words. Talking a strong talk was part of the game, and she knew it rang in the opponents mind. Watching him take a guarding position, a corner of her lip curled up into a smirk and an eyebrow rose. <em>'Okay, then... why not.'</em> She thought to herself as she took her own position. She had only a few years of training, but it was something. Plus, growing up with older brothers was always it's own training ground. She was ready, and by the looks of it, so was he. <em>All students please report to your dorm common rooms, thank you...Jimmy and Zoe this means you, please report to your dorm common rooms.</em> The message came to her by a surprise, slightly wondering where it was coming from. She stood up strait and shrugged at his words. Slowly making her way towards the steps down, <strong>"Until next time, slugger."</strong> She said farewell with a slight wave of her hand, looking over her shoulder for a moment.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 22:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6NVoP6jusXY/T90_iEGQGBI/AAAAAAAA3X4/I1eYyv8E8BM/s800/DevinALEXASINGER4Alanred.2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wolverine (in time) <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 2nd Floor Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 4 (History)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, 0950<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> SHIELD supplied uniform, Sleeves of shirt hacked off, no jacket/sweater. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; None, entering and taking a seat <br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br>Mechanics class, it was great but it was also like a tease, just like Jean's skirts. He had not spoken to the red head but at one point he caught himself following her to their next class. Jimmy was not stalking, if anything he was hunting but his mind was still wrapped up in engines and physics. Lots of that stuff seemed complicated but when when broken down and compared to other systems, they began to make sense. Jimmy was a hands on type, he wanted to get his hands into an engine (or Jean) and see how it worked from the inside. The thought brought a slight smirk across his lips as he found himself stepping into a classroom. <br><br>Jimmy took a look around and checked his schedule, it was Military History. He was supposed to be in that class so it was not out of place for him to be there. The man sitting at the front seemed the polar opposite of Prof Xavier, more Jimmy's style. Pleased with his initial evaluation of the man he moved to take a seat towards the front of the class. Military History, something nagged at him that he knew this, that he liked it. "Oh boy, can't wait till we get to Sun Tzu's Art of War." He scoffed dryly, pulling up his tablet to glance at the syllabus and if he had been hasty in assuming they would be covering the text. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>25-05-2014, 20:19:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brandt<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mantis<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 2, Room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Computer Clasroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, 0530<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> SHIELD supplied Heather Gray Tee Shirt and Black Gym Shorts, Sneakers<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br><hr><br>Mantis was thankful that she had a period of several days to adjust to the radical twelve plus hour shift in time before arriving here. Thus despite the softness of the bed, and how utterly cold the climate was, she was still able to sleep somewhat comfortably, though not without wearing a pair of the academy provided pajama pants and sleep shirt... and a stocking cap... and wool socks. And it was only September. But she was warm enough to rest easily. The alarm clock she had set actually surprised her, even though she had set it the night before. She was already out of bed when the alarm clock literally went off and she jumped with a bit of fright, almost wanting to throw something at the infernal device, but soon tempered herself. She took a shower, after figuring out how to master the temperature and flow controls which again took some time, before opening up her drawers in the dresser and finding plenty of clothes, almost all of it with the SHIELD eagle logo in various areas, already sized to her and covered in a shrink wrap, brand new.<br><br>Slipping into those clothes, she kept close to her class schedule, knowing that her elective study period was early in the morning and involved the rather mandatory skill of building up her computer literacy. It wasn't that consumer electronics had passed by her homeland, it had not, but it had largely passed by her during her time with the Priests of Pama. While she knew the basics of electronics, even the basic use of an internet browser or deciphering how to utilize 'apps' on her tablet or programs on an operating system were a bit overwhelming to her. Arriving promptly at the Central Building, she was able to find the computer classroom where she was going to take her computer training and a rather bored looking SHIELD agent waiting to tutor her like a child on such things.<br><br>It was clear that the Agent, though he tried to be understanding, was a bit annoyed that after all of his training and duties and time put in, he had to spent over an hour every morning several times a week teaching a Vietnamese half breed like her how to set up an e-mail account. He laid a book beside her, a generically printed one of a bundle of pages attached to a three ring binder as he systematically started with the things she did know, rather bemused when she didn't actually know what the power icon looked like to turn on the laptop they were using. Then as the computer loaded up, he was telling her about the proper placement of her fingers for typing, going down into the particulars of how to navigate menus, icons, and toolbars. The Agent managed to not roll his eyes too much as she double clicked with the wrong mouse button, or lost her cursor in the margins of the monitors border, and searched for buttons while wondering why none of these keyboards were alphabetical. <br><br>By the time they were finished over an hour later, he was giving her encouragement that she knew was a bit patronizing as she struggled to type up a page in a word processor, save it, and then navigate the computers internet browswer to set up an e-mail account and use that to send said document in an attached file to his e-mail address. When that was finally a success, he finally seemed to soften a bit, genuinely now as Mantis seemed rather pleased with herself as well, practically bouncing in her office chair from being ecstatic at her success before turning to him. He braced himself, not wanting to be hugged by a student. That would feel awkward to him, but instead she just put her hand in the air and a moment later he realized it was for a high five. They slapped hands as he seemed to chuckle. "Don't worry about the typing stuff. It's all muscle memory. You'll do fine," he then said as she seemed rather glowing, before saying her farewells and heading off to the most important meal of the day.<br><br>But already she was feeling rather enthusiastic for the rest of the day, and her academic experience to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>26-05-2014, 00:35:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> school uniform <br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 4 (History)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 9:55 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-entering the class, taking a seat at the front of the class hoping to see Emily-&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jimmy and&nbsp; Open<br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Janie-Lynn entered the classroom a quiet as a mouse. She had been uncharacteristically quiet borderlining on the shy side all morning, though happy to converse with her fellow schoolmates whenever the opportunity presented itself. Yawning, she entered the classroom and took her seat at the front of the classroom. She wouldn’t dare nod off if she was sitting that close to the teacher! The restless sleep and early morning swim was starting to take its effect upon her, making Janie long for a few minutes of sleep. Glancing at her watch she wondered if she would be better off skipping lunch in favor of a few minutes rest. Exhaustion would soon become her friend, at least until she was able to adjust to the change in her day to day life. <br><br>Taking a few moments to pull out her tablet, Janie prepared herself for class, much like she would have done back home in Cottonwood Falls, Kansas. Another wave of homesickness struck, making her wonder if she would ever feel happy again. It wasn’t like Janie to feel so glum, she didn’t like it at all! What she needed was a friendly face. Shifting in her chair she turned towards the classroom door and hoped to see the lovely Emily whom Janie, along with Douglas had arrived at the school with the night before. <br><br>Janie offered a friendly smile to those students she made eye contact with before shifting her attention to that of her tablet once more. Quick movements had her opening her emails, smiling as she watched the inbox number light up. She had several emails from family and friends, all checking in to be sure she was alright. Her parents knew where she was, of course, but her friends had been told that she had been given a scholarship for a school that would also offer Janie special classes in music, namely the piano. It might not have been the most exciting excuse for her sudden absence, but it was easy to remember and most importantly believable.<br><br>"Oh boy, can't wait till we get to Sun Tzu's Art of War."<br><br>Feeling a tad bit guilty over ignoring the preparations for the class in favor of reading her personal mail, Janie-Lynn closed off her emails. There had been a particularly embarrassing picture on the screen that a friend had thought best to share with her, depicting the two girls (Janie and her friend)&nbsp; covered in water, having had been thrown into the lake during a camping trip.&nbsp; She fumbled a bit on the tablet, attempting to get the program up that showed the courses and what they covered. <strong>"Is that being covered? I can't seem to find... I think this thing is broken."</strong> It was typical of Janie, she and technology didn't always get along. <br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>26-05-2014, 03:35:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Jeans, grey sweater, running shoes, her favorite panda earrings. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123083567)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central Building - Cafeteria <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 6:15 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;waiting for Victor <br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Janie-Lynn was starving! She had never been so hungry in her life! At least that was today's perspective. No doubt some time in the future she might think the very same thing for an unknown reason, but for today she was hungry enough to eat an entire cow! Having skipped lunch, and having had to participate in far too much organized exercise for one day, she managed to drag her aching body back to the dorms where she threw herself onto the bed, and moaned, begging someone to shoot her. The individual lessons she had endured for the first time had Janie feeling mentally exhausted. They had wanted to explore her ability to shield herself from danger, running tests to see the potential. All in all, Janie had never worked so hard in her entire life, and considering her upbringing,&nbsp; that was saying something! <br><br>Since no one was willing to come to her aid, Janie rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She could simply close her eyes and go to sleep now, or… her stomach growled. Or she could find the strength to get up and… her stomach growled again. Janie-Lynn decided right then and there that she had better get a move on or risk upsetting her tummy further. It didn’t take long to change, slipping from her school uniform into her normal clothing. Her muscles ached, but the more she moved the looser they became. With a quick brush of of her long, auburn hair Janie slipped into a pair of black running shoes and headed down to the cafeteria. <br><br>Feeling pretty proud of herself for only getting lost once, Janie moved through the lineup rather quickly, selecting a well balanced meal of a cheeseburger, baked potato, and a side salad with french dressing. For dessert, a bowl of chocolate pudding, and container of cold milk to drink. Walking carefully, Janie balanced her dinner on the tray and headed towards the nearest open seat. The scent of the burger was almost torturous, and so the second she settled at the table she picked up the heavenly burger and took a healthy bite (well healthy for Janie, and considering her petite appearance, it wasn’t that large of a bite). She closed her eyes and sighed happily as she chewed, totally unaware of the ketchup clinging to the corner of her mouth. <br><br><strong>”Yum”</strong> she said aloud before going in for a second bite. A voice in her head that sounded suspiciously a lot like her mother pleaded with her to slow down, but Janie was hungry! After the second bite was swallowed, Janie set the burger down and moved to pick up the milk container and began fussing with it in an attempt to open it. <strong>”Gees what are you sealed with, super glue?”</strong> Was she really that tired after her first day of lessons that she couldn’t even open a container of milk?&nbsp; Apparently! <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 01:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central building - Cafeteria<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown in pic<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaine-Lynn Dough<br><hr> <br>Well... things could be worse, he supposed. He felt like he wasn't the sorest of all the 'students' here, but he was certainly more sore than he had felt in a long time. He had taken a shower before dinner, more as a matter of habit than anything else. Feeling the icy air in his still wet hair sent a chill through his body, but he hadn't been sick since... well, as long as he could remember, so despite the warnings of desperate battles against colds and chills and all sorts of ungodly household sicknesses, he ran his fingers through the slick mess, arranging it into looking a little less like a South American jungle, and he stepped into the food line. <br><br>His selection of food was wholly American, going for the juicy steak, medium rare, a portion of fries, and a bowl of chopped pickles, olives, lettuce, tomatoes and green peppers, spices with salt, olive oil and some white wine vinegar, topped with an icy carton of OJ. He didn't pick any dessert. He would have gone on a tirade about how high sugar was bad for you, quoting one of the many reasons that his high-school PE teacher, an ape of a man called Slade Mikkelson, had beat into each of his students. But the fact of the matter was that Victor had never really come up with much of a sweet tooth. He liked salty and full of taste. If he put his mind into it, he could be a gourmet diner. Maybe once he was finished here, he could take that on as a hobby. You know, superhero and savior of the world by day, aspiring gourmet chef by night?<br><br>Well, no one could ever accuse him of being cliche.<br><br>As he made his way towards a couple of the more empty tables in the corner, he noted one of the students struggling with her carton of milk. Fatigued muscles that all of a sudden didn't work the way they aught? Not used to this particular kind of carton? No, that couldn't be it, he thought. Those looked about as standard as someone could ask for.<br><br>"Here," He said, taking a second to place his own tray on the table across from her before nodding and gently unhanding the carton from her vicious grasp," Unless you're aiming at spilling all that milk over yourself, you'll have a happier ending like so," He quickly opened the carton and handed it back to her," Unless of course you were, in fact aiming on spilling milk all over yourself in which case I'm sorry and I'll go get another carton for ya..." Yeah, sound like you're making fun of her, Vic. Smooth.<br><br>He shook his head and sat down across from her," Sorry. I make bad jokes when I'm nervous," He offered his hand over his tray," Hi, I'm Victor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 04:47:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Jeans, grey sweater, running shoes, her favorite panda earrings. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123083567)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central Building - Cafeteria <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 6:15 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Victor <br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Janie-Lynn glared down at the milk carton as if it had been the cause of the ache that was throbbing in her shoulders and arms. Stubborn, she was not going to let the damn thing beat her! There was milk to be had damn it!&nbsp; Nibbling her bottom lip she gave the cardboard on last attempt and groaned as she tugged with all her might….&nbsp; nothing. What the hell was wrong with this thing! Was it a trick? Did someone seal it with some kind of space age glue that would only dissolve with the aid of magic words? Obviously her tired state was affecting more than her body as her mind began dreaming up all sorts of ridiculous theories. <br><br>“Here”<br><br>A deep voice caught Janie’s attention, startling her as she suddenly looked up with an expression that read surprise. She was like a deer caught in headlights, simply staring as her mind worked overtime attempting to recall how the English language worked. Thankfully the young man seemed to know how to talk, and continued as he pried the milk container from her grasp. A small giggle sounded as Janie nodded her head, and rubbed her stiff fingers. <strong>”I think you’re right on that one. I’ve found drinking the milk works better than attempting to absorb it through osmosis.”</strong> She watched, feeling a little betrayed by the carton as it opened so easily for her new friend. <strong>”I must have loosened it up for you”</strong> she teased.<br><br>Accepting the now opened carton Janie-Lynn shook his hand after carefully placing the milk on the table. <strong>”I’m Janie-Lynn Dough, but you can call me Janie. It’s nice to meet you Victor, and thank you for your help with the milk…. you must think I’m terribly weak. I’m just so tired. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired before.”</strong> She glanced at the fork and sighed <strong>”salad seemed a good choice until it came time to actually finding the energy to pick up the fork, let alone chew.”</strong> Instead she chose to pop a grape-tomato into her mouth,&nbsp; hoping that might help give her body something to burn so she could eat the rest of her dinner. <br><br><strong>”Are you nervous about the school? I was too at first. But it’s nice not to have to worry about keeping things… you know. A secret. I don’t know, I guess I feel less of a freak here than I did back on the farm.”</strong> Her easy smile and warm personality showed in the depths of her pretty blue eyes. As tired as she was, Janie was happy to be attending the school that was designed to help kids like herself and Victor. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 17:38:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central building - Cafeteria<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown in pic<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaine-Lynn Dough<br><hr> <br><br>"You definitely did," He said with a grin and a wink, beginning to cut into his steak, and took a bite. It was flavorful, if a bit tough. Not the best steak he had ever had, but after today, it felt like heaven on tastebuds. He chewed, made a sound of appreciation for the food and opened his carton of OJ," Everyone's tired. I'm used to a hard exercise regimen and I was caught off guard," He flexed his right bicep idly, scowling as he felt a sharp pang of pain shoot through it as he did," Tomorrow it's gonna be worse, though. Then... the day after, you will feel stronger and more invigorated. At least," He paused, taking another piece of steak onto his fork," That's been my experience..."<br><br>She then asked him if he was nervous. He was, but he was dealing with it. Not knowing anyone was balanced by the fact that they had very little time to themselves to actually mingle and be forced into socializing with each other. He had a feeling that this was done on purpose, considering that the way that the powers demonstrated on some of these people, socializing might not have been an option outside of here, so they weren't going to force it on anyone," Nervous... yeah, pretty nervous. Everything's new, everything's strange. Not helped by the fact that they're trying to turn us into a bunch of athletes. What it feels like, anyways," He chuckled and took a sip from his juice," But yeah. Being a freak surrounded by freaks has helped me feel more normal here than I have anywhere else.<br><br>He cut up some more of his steak," So... you grew up on a farm? Where from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 05:27:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Jeans, grey sweater, running shoes, her favorite panda earrings. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123083567)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central Building - Cafeteria <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 6:15 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Victor <br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Janie offered Victor a sweet, and grateful smile. He was sweet making sure she knew that everyone was tired, that it wasn’t just her being soft. Her eyes shifted towards his bicep causing her to blush softly. It was her curse! Her porcelain skin featured a blush magnificently! It was impossible for Janie to ever appear cool! <strong>”Worse than today? Gosh… they’ll be scraping me off of my sheets with a spatula”</strong> the image of such a scene appeared in her mind’s eye as clearly as it would had she been watching a movie. The image was laughable, and so Janie couldn’t help but giggle as she silently made fun of herself. <strong>”I like the idea of feeling invigorated. I’ll just fast forward myself to that part… skip all the aches and pains.”</strong> Stabbing at her salad with the fork she sighed, smiling a wistful grin <strong>”if only I had the ability to jump ahead in time. Sadly, I can only go invisible.”</strong> <br><br>It felt good to be able to just say what it was that she could do without worry. The relief showed in her smile and in the brightness of her pretty blue eyes. <strong>”I guess they are trying to prepare us for anything...it’s a lot harder than I had thought it would be. At least is was today. But like you said, soon it might just become routine, right? Until that time I think aspirin might just become my new best friend.”</strong>&nbsp; Placing the speared lettuce into her mouth, Janie felt a little renewed energy simply having a nice person to chat with. She had been feeling a bit lonely, not knowing anyone and hardly having time to introduce herself to the others during class. But even that might changed over time, she hoped. <br><br>After swallowing her salad, and washing it down with a refreshing sip of milk, Janie giggles as she wiped her lip with the napkin, removing any sign the milk clinging to her lip. <strong>”I did, I grew up on a farm in a small town in Kansas… Cottonwood Falls. Ever heard of it? Don’t worry if you haven’t. Most people probably have never heard of it. What about you? Where are you from?”</strong> She used her fork to open the hot potato, releasing a pocket of flavorful steam into the air as she waited for Victor to reply. Dinner was getting easier to consume with every passing second. Whether it was because the aspirin she had taken earlier was finally kicking in, or it was that Victor was such pleasant company was anyone’s guess. But if Janie had to pick, she would say it was a mixture of the two… with Victor’s company coming in as the winner. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 07:33:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_megqfcheNg1qau5mb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Hennesy<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=124823816)<br><strong>Location:</strong> History Class<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd.0957<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the class. Specifically Janie and Jimmy.<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">It had been a surprisingly long morning, but even more surprisingly she wasn't that tired yet. After her little morning workout the rest of the day had seemed to go pretty smooth. Zoe was very glad that she had eaten breakfast before starting this adventure, almost as grateful as she was that she had brought a second set of clothes to change out of after that gym workout. The classes were not what she expected, but she didn't really know what to expect. Coming from a tiny little town, and a place where she was home-schooled her entire life, she had no idea what class room was supposed to be like. She had been judging the reactions of others all day to see if she could tell if something was off about the classrooms or not. From her own point of view everything looked nice, neat, well put together, almost sterile. The Calculus and Mechanics class before this one had been a little vexing, but she had always exceeded in those types of subject. The real one she was worried about was this class; Military History. The whole walk to this classroom she was trying to wrap her head around the fact that they had this as a subject, not very necessary in her mind, and although she could find reasons for it, she did not find it a necessity. If anything, she thought it could be an elective or a personal choice for the students to take this class alone with other classes. This whole institution was odd to her, and even though she saw the point and the direction of it, she didn't quit understand why all these other subjects had come in to play. It made everything a little suspicious to her, so the least she could do was to keep her guard up a little bit. That's exactly what she did, too. <br><br>As she functioned through the day, she was a little quiet... reserved. Not that this type of behavior was that odd for Zoe when she was around strangers, but she let her mind settle in on the teachers and the staff that ran this place. Keeping keen detail as to which personnel seemed to be okay and which ones seemed to be a little tense. She didn't really pay close attention to the fact it was the first day, and some of these people might not have been normal every day teachers, but she didn't care. Zoe was usually pretty good at reading people, and so she kept her defenses high. It was also a little hard for her not to teleport herself out of the classroom at times, especially when she got bored or nervous. As she entered the classroom that nervousness grew, and she was very aware that she would have to remain calm. Looking around the room, she noticed a few people had arrived before her and she offered a slight smile to the teacher. The teacher, who she took a quick mental note of, figuring she would make a final judgement later. Seeing Jimmy, she was a little happy that she at least some what knew somebody there. <strong>"Hey, there, sugar,"</strong> Zoe said to Jimmy with a little wave, acknowledging him as she sat down a couple desks behind him in the column closest to the doors. Looking at the girl struggling with that tablet reminded Zoe of her own, which she promptly got out and quick navigated to the 'Military History' tab, looking through the files smoothly. Glancing over at the girl, she offered a slight look of pity and then grinned a little. After giving everybody a slight little nod and smile as a greeting, she didn't want to interrupt any conversations that were currently being held. <strong>"Hey... Need any help there, hon?"</strong> Zoe offered sincerely, her southern accent adding a little bit of a sweeter tone than was really in her mind, leaning forward in her desk slightly.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 18:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central building - Cafeteria<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown in pic<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaine-Lynn Dough<br><hr> <br>The image was compelling, and Victor found himself chuckling softly at the image of the trainers scraping the girl off of her bed in the morning. He knew he was going to feel the same, but no need to tell her that," Only go invisible?" He asked with a laugh," I wish I could do that on occasion. I know that there are have been a couple times since I've landed here that I wish nobody could see me..." Okay, maybe he pulled that too far, so he conveniently stopped his mouth from blabbing by filling it with food, munching comfortably as he listened to her talking. She had a nice speaking voice, not high pitched, not nasal and using the modern 'textspeak' excessively, which Victor had found grated on his nerves when his female classmates spoke. And that accent was enough to have him a little captivated.<br><br>He finished chewing and was about to chide her on her use of painkillers, quoting his father when he had told a twelve-year-old Victor that using painkillers stemmed the muscles' healing processes, or something to that effect, but his jaw snapped shut abruptly, replaced by a sneaky grin, recalling how he had sneaked aspirins from his father's cabinet after that hellish weekend. He knew that the temptation was there, and if he wasn't strong enough to resist it, who was he to judge someone who followed his poor example? Instead of elaborating, however, he simply chewed some more and kept on listening.<br><br>He shook his head," No... sorry, I've never heard of it... Kansas you say?" He instantly quelled the horde of Dorothy jokes that came to mind and he moved on," I... well, I was born and raised in a suburb near New York. Dad was a doctor there... he... uh, died in the battle for New York," His mood dropped suddenly as he remembered the incident, making him bite his lip, memories flashing across his mind's eye, the creatures flying over head, an explosion rocking a building right beside them, rubble and glass raining down and destroying their car...<br><br>He blinked and took another bite of steak," Anyways. What are you looking forward to for tomorrow?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 22:07:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Jeans, grey sweater, running shoes, her favorite panda earrings. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123083567)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central Building - Cafeteria <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 6:15 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Victor <br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>”Going invisible isn’t all that great. I go bye-bye, but my clothes don’t. So its kinda…”</strong> she blushed and dipped her head to try and avoid looking Victor right in the eye. <strong>”To go completely unnoticed I have to take off my clothes. I’m not in full control of my powers yet, so I can reappear without notice… if you know what I mean.”</strong> Looking over her shoulders she returned her focus back onto Victor and leaned in to whisper <strong>”my biggest fear is to be caught...you know… exposed.”</strong> She blushed before pulling back and sighing as she realized she had managed to stain her top with the dressing that had been on her salad. <strong>”Fiddlesticks”</strong> grumbled Janie as she used a napkin dipped in water to attempt to clean off the sticky sauce from her shirt. <br><br>She nodded her head as she worked on the stain. <strong>”Ya, Kansas. And no, I don’t have an Aunty Em, nor a dog named Todo”</strong> commented Janie, though she was grinning at the time to let him know she wasn’t annoyed with the possibility of hearing the type of Kansas City jokes she had heard most of her life. She looked up as she placed her napkin to one side and gave Victor her full attention. He was from New York! How exciting. Janie had always wanted to see New York, and walk around throwing her hat in the air like that lady did on the television show that her grandmother adored. But as he continued Janie’s smile transformed into a look of concern. The Mary Tyler Moore moment was lost as she took in his family’s history. <br><br>Janie extended her hand and placed it over his, holding his hand in a way to show comfort. She smiled, and let it linger for a moment before removing her hand and letting the subject drop, since that seemed to be how Victor wanted it. <strong>”I would love to sleep in and spend the morning relaxing in a&nbsp; hot sudsy bath. But I doubt that will happen. Tomorrow I am looking forward to surviving and maybe… meeting you for breakfast?”</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 22:17:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> school uniform <br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom 4 (History)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 9:55 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Zoe&nbsp; &nbsp;Open<br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Janie-Lynn was scowling down at the tablet in her hands. It had been working fine a few minutes ago, and now not so much. It was her curse. Whenever she was close to technology it seemed to sense her and want to mess with her head. Evil that it was. Turning in her seat she smiled at the girl offering help. <strong>”It hates me.. this tablet. Most likely all of them do.&nbsp; I don’t know what I did, but nothing seems to want to work now. Its all just frozen and flickering.”</strong> She reached, extending her arm in order to hand over the tablet to the kind student willing to help her. <strong>”I’m Janie-Lynn Dough, but you can call me Janie. Thank you by the way… for your help.”</strong> She offered the girl a smile to go along with her gratitude. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 03:50:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central building - Cafeteria<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown in pic<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaine-Lynn Dough<br><hr> <br>He tried to fight the grin on his face, even as he chewed, when she mentioned Aunt Em and Todo. He had actually never heard of the Wizard of Oz until his school decided that they were going to make a play of it when he was 12, and of course, being bigger and more physically imposing than the rest of his classmates, he was picked to be the Cowardly Lion. He hated the role, but his dad had all but forced him to watch the original movie, and well... it lacked the special effects and the panache that recent movies held, but the dialogue, the music, and overall storyline, while not top notch, had him enthralled. It was a good movie, and all the effects and makings were pretty good for a movie made before World War II. <br><br>He raised an eyebrow at the 'fiddlesticks' and had to draw his eyes away from where she was cleaning, and the areas directly around. He concentrated on his food instead, keeping his eyes down until she was finished.<br><br>He smiled gently at her support, twisting his hand around to give hers a quick squeeze of appreciation before returning to his food," I'm not that much into baths," He said softly, never really having gotten into the fact that he was going to be soaking in warm-lukewarm sudsy water with nothing to do but soak," But I get the drift. I would rather spend the rest of the day tomorrow dying slowly and then wake up in 48 hours ready for another slow death," He laughed and nodded," I would like that. Are you headed off to bed already?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Central Building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 16:43:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Jeans, grey sweater, running shoes, her favorite panda earrings. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123083567)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Central Building - Cafeteria <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3, 2012.&nbsp; 6:15 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Victor <br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">The smile on her face was clear evidence that Janie-Lynn was best pleased with the accepted breakfast date. Not that she thought it was a “date” date. Blushing at her own thoughts, she glanced down at her salad and speared a cherry tomato, or attempted to at least. It would seem that&nbsp; her hand-eye coordination wasn’t up to its usual standard. The prongs of the fork refused to penetrate the thin skin of the tomato, causing it to slide forcefully to the side and catapult the vine grown fruit across the table and onto Victor’s plate. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the red, tasty bomb land on her new friend’s plate. There was a moment of silence and then… giggles. <br><br><strong>”I am so sorry!”</strong> apologized Janie in between giggles. She managed to shake her head in answer to his question on her plans for evening. In truth, Janie didn’t have any plans at all, besides wishing for complete and total numbness. Taking a sip of her milk, she managed to get herself under control enough to settle the sudden giddiness she had suffered and offered a sweet smile as a way of an apology. <br><br><strong>”No, no… I don’t think I should go to bed this early. I was thinking of having a walk… but I’m not sure if my legs will forgive me. Did you have plans or did you want to just go to bed?”</strong> There was a moment of silence before a young man at the table nearby began choking on his drink while his buddy, who was grinning ear to ear patted him on the back. Apparently they had overheard Janie and assumed a less than innocent meaning to her question. <br><br><strong>”I mean...alone, not with me..not that I would mind, I mean...oh lord I’m just gonna stop talking now”</strong> to prove her point Janie stuffed her mouth full of salad and looked down at the table as she attempted to chew away her embarrassment. </div>
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