Untouchable (Sephora & Violence)
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				Title: <strong>Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 05:11:37</strong>
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				Parking his jeep next to Summers' damn sports car was embarassing enough.&nbsp; But when a limo pulled up behind Lance as he got out of the car, it was downright humiliating.&nbsp; Lance Alvers suddenly felt even more out of place than he had when he'd come back here.&nbsp; The Brotherhood was no longer "home".&nbsp; Like so many others of the mutants that had been touched by the X-Men, Lance found himself drawn to the comfortable welcoming mansion.&nbsp; But he was hesitant as he stayed on the outside.&nbsp; It was difficult to believe that Xavier was going to give him a second chance... then again, Lance had been a minor annoyance compared to Colossus and Gambit, and he'd accepted both of them without question.<br><br>Maybe it was mostly because of Summers.&nbsp; He really hated that douche.&nbsp; But, he couldn't deny that at least a large portion of his hesitation was because of a cute little brunette named Kitty Pryde.&nbsp; For months, he'd thought he was over her.&nbsp; Then they'd gone to Mexico to save Magneto from Apocalypse.&nbsp; It felt like everything surged back to the surface... and he was fairly certain that she did not feel the same.<br><br><hr><br>After the experience with Apocalypse, Warren had become more and more aware of his need to be around others like himself.&nbsp; His money could hide him, but it couldn't protect him.&nbsp; Not from the fears he had of himself and the world.&nbsp; What he needed was a family.&nbsp; A family that wasn't the unaccepting mutant haters that his parents were.&nbsp; He needed a figure like Charles Xavier... the kind of man that inspired <em>enemies </em>to fight and risk their lives for him.&nbsp; The world would be changed by this man, Warren couldn't understand why he felt that way, but he knew that he did.&nbsp; And... he wanted to be a part of it.<br><br>He got out of the limosine and saw Lance looking at him.&nbsp; Warren wasn't sure if they'd met before.&nbsp; Suddenly he felt overdressed in his three piece suit with his wings bound underneath the jacket.&nbsp; But more confusing was the fact that a known enemy was sitting on the stairs waiting for them... shuffling a deck of cards.<br><br><hr><br>Once somebody makes an enemy of Magneto and Mystique, and they've burned every other bridge back home in Louisiana... well, they take whatever safe haven is offerred to them.&nbsp; Xavier extended the olive branch to him.&nbsp; Remy figured he didn't have anywhere else to go.&nbsp; Why not, he thought as he pulled a Queen of Hearts from the deck, and was immediately reminded of a pale skinned Goth girl that had gone out on a limb for him before... he was a gambling man.<br><br>When the other two arrived, he looked at them like he was waiting for them, "What say we go inside, huh?" he said with his charm and accent as he pushed himself up with the metal rod he carried, "I t'ink dey waitin' for us..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 05:50:47</strong>
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				"He's here!" Kitty exclaims as she glances out the window of her room, before pacing along the light blue rug; checking herself in the mirror; Kitty Pryde reapplies her lip gloss for what was probably the hundredth time in the past hour.&nbsp; Not that she was trying to impress Lance or anything....no. She couldn't care less what that hood thought of her! She was just....she just felt like brushing out her hair again, that was all.&nbsp; She was a girl after all, and that was what girls did.&nbsp; <br><br>"How's my eyeliner?" Kitty asks, whirling her attention away from her mirror in order to focus on the girl who lived on the opposite end of the room.<br><br><br>"Girl, you have GOT to chill out." Rouge sat on her bed, her back against the wall; as she didn't even bother looking up at Kitty, her eyes focused on the music magazine she held in her hands.&nbsp; "for the millionth time, you look fine.&nbsp; Not that it matters, if Lance is going to be staying here for good; it means he's going to be training with us, and do you remember the last time anyone looked good after Logan's training sessions?" She asks with a roll of her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Laughing at her friends joke, Kitty leans against her desk, her eyes focusing on the window once more.&nbsp; "I guess your right.....and hey! I am NOT trying to look good for Lance" She insists lamely.&nbsp; "I'm just....trying to look good, that's all." she says as she forces her attention away from both the window and Rogue.&nbsp; "....Anyway, we should probably head downstairs."<br><br>"Why? All that's goin ta happen is a bunch of people are goin ta introduce themselves to the newcomers.&nbsp; And we already know three." Rogue says shifting in her seated position.&nbsp; Gambit was down there...and she had a bit of a history with the gambler.&nbsp; She'd kept that Queen of Hearts card he'd given her, after she'd helped him save his father....hadn't told anybody about it either.&nbsp; What would happen now that he was living in the same house as her?&nbsp; It was one thing when he popped in and out of her life at random as an Acolyte, but now..."Believe it or not Kitty, gawking isn't one of my favorite things ta do." Rogue says dismissively.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Yeah, but there's, like, supposed to be a new girl too, isn't there? No reason we shouldn't be hospitable.." she continues, not wanting to go downstairs and face Lance alone.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fine! I'll go if its really that big of a deal, but don't expect me to be little miss tour guide of the year, ya hear? We say hi, then we say bye." Rouge insists as she allows her friend to pull her off of her bed and out of the room.<br><br>-----<br><br>The taxi cab stopped in front of the Xavier institute, and the blond girl inside of it sighed out dramatically.&nbsp; She'd wanted to be discreet about her presence here, so she hadn't ordered a limo, but seeing another limo already there, she felt pretty gipped.&nbsp; Why hadn't anyone told her that there were rich mutants?&nbsp; If she'd known THAT, she wouldn't have had to spend the last four hours in a car that smelled like curry and barbaque sauce.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, it wasn't too bad, she supposed.&nbsp; After all, it meant that none of the paparazzi knew of her presence.&nbsp; Something extremely important if she wanted to keep her sudden...disability...under wraps.&nbsp; Pulling her bags out of the trunk, Dazzler grunts as she begins the slow work of taking all of her things into the house.&nbsp; Why had she brought so many bags? Why hadn't she thought to ask someone to help her?<br><br>By the time she manages to get all her things to the front, the three men were already standing there; being greeted by a red headed woman that looked like she's just stepped out of a J. C penny catalog.<br><br>---<br><br>"Hi, I'm glad you all managed to make it." Jean greets with a polite smile.&nbsp; It would be awkward...having so many people who had at one time been enemies, now coming to stay at the Xavier institute....but she hoped it would be a good thing rather than a bad one.&nbsp; No, she BELIEVED it would turn out for the best.&nbsp; "I'm Jean by the way." She introduces herself, focusing on Dazzler personally for a moment.&nbsp; "You can leave your things here, someone will help you get them to your new room, don't worry." Jean says with a light smile, as the blond haired girl looks visibly releaved.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside the main lobby, dozens of students lurked along the halls, trying to look as casually as possible at the newly inlisted x-men.&nbsp; Even Logan was there; standing behind Jean ominously, obviously not happy to have the new recruits on board.&nbsp; Rogue and Kitty managed to make it to the stairwell by the time the four walked inside the building, and the two girls stared down with interest.&nbsp; <br><br>Staring down at Remy, Rogue could only hope she didn't look as awkward as she suddenly felt.&nbsp; Was she supposed to say somethin? Why had she let Kitty drag her down here in the first place? <br><br>"Dr. Xavier wants to see all of you before you get settled." Jean says briefly, trying to act as though there weren't far too many people messing around the main lobby; all obviously interested in the gossip worthy new members.&nbsp; Although, she does send a pointed look behind her as she begins to usher the three men and one girl inside; sending the younger students scrambling elsewhere.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 11:17:44</strong>
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				Before Jean could even gesture for them to follow her into the house, Remy had taken her hand and bowed his head.&nbsp; For a moment it was possible to believe that he was going to kiss it, but he didn't do anything so forward, "I believe we met, 'fore," he said with a slight hint of jest that Lance tried to take note to copy in the future.&nbsp; Remy gave Jean a smile that could melt stone as he brushed his way past her to enter the mansion.&nbsp; But it wasn't anywhere near as soft and warm as the look that he flashed briefly to Rogue.&nbsp; It was just a shadow of a glance, if she'd blinked she would have missed it.&nbsp; For one shining fraction of a second it was clear even to him why he'd come here.&nbsp; Only one person in the world had ever made him feel like a human being... if he was going to settle down, it should be somewhere close to her.<br><br>Unlike the charming and romantic Rembrandt, Lance just nodded in embarassment to Jean as he followed her into the mansion.&nbsp; Where Remy made a purposeful gesture of locating and smiling at Rogue in the crowd, Lance couldn't bring himself to look Kitty in the eye.&nbsp; To say that he felt like he'd let her down was an understatement.&nbsp; Rather, he felt like he'd just gone out of his way over the last year to prove to her every reason why he wasn't good enough to be in the same room as her.&nbsp; Yet, when they'd needed help... it had been her that specifically came to him for help to rescue Magneto.&nbsp; So what had he done?&nbsp; Of course he'd said no... he'd let her down again.&nbsp; Granted, they'd shown up in time to help... and it was possible that he'd saved her a couple times in the confusion.&nbsp; Too little, too late, though.&nbsp; She deserved a knight in shining armor.&nbsp; Lance figured himself a thug in a costume at best.<br><br>The entire time, from the moment she'd pulled up, Warren couldn't take his eyes off the blond that got out of the cab.&nbsp; She looked far too nice to have been riding in such low-class.&nbsp; No, he reminded himself, that was his father talking.&nbsp; Somebody's method of transportation or their style of dress didn't decide their worth.&nbsp; But there was something familiar about her.&nbsp; The kind of face he could swear that he'd seen before.&nbsp; He shook it off in time to spot Scott and Rogue in the crowd.&nbsp; They were the only faces that he was especially familiar with, and he felt it was best to greet them with a wave.<br><br>Finally when Jean was leading them down the more empty hallway, Warren turned to Dazzler and whisperred, "You probably hear this all the time... but... have we met?&nbsp; You look <em>really </em> familiar."<br><br>Logan watched them all closely.&nbsp; Only Warren was devoid of suspicion for his efforts in helping against Apocalypse and his previous work with Scott and Jean.&nbsp; Gambit was a known enemy, and Lance was a confused renegade at best.&nbsp; Remy probably didn't improve matters any when he set Logan's wallet down on the professor's desk once they were invited into the office, "Apologies, mon ami... ol' habits die ha'd, no?" he said with a bit of a roguish grin.<br><br>"Xavier..." Lance nodded, trying his best not to look too impressed, but eventually conceded by coughing out, "I mean... Professor," he said with a nod.&nbsp; This was a man that even Magneto had often said he respected and feared.&nbsp; To illicit fear from Magneto meant that the Professor was a powerful mutant.&nbsp; To illicit respect, however, had to have meant that the Professor was a great man...<br><br>Warren extended a hand, "We've only met briefly before.&nbsp; I'm Warren Worthington..." he seemed a little embarassed to add, "The Third," not only was the Worthington name famous, but the full extend of his name couldn't have sounded any more like an upperclass white family if he'd been named Wealth Moneybaggington... Richie Rich didn't have it as awkward introducing himself as he did.<br><br>The professor smiled to all of them, "I'm glad to have you all here.&nbsp; We welcome you with open arms.&nbsp; Past friends, old enemies, and new members of the family alike," he said looking to Warren, Lance and Remy and then at Dazzler, respectively.&nbsp; Then his eyes settled back on Warren, "You don't need to cramp your wings here, Warren.&nbsp; I can tell that you're quite uncomfortable..."<br><br>With a nervous look, the blond youth looked around the room.&nbsp; A deep breath as he took his jacket off and folded it over his arm.&nbsp; Slowly, a pair of magestic heavenly white wings unfolded from his back.<br><br>Logan took the brief pause to voice his concerns, "I understand the girl and wing-tips, Chuck," he growled a little and shuffled uncomfortably in his position, "I'm even willing to give you the benefit of doubt on giving Alvers a chance to get his third strike before you kick him out.&nbsp; They're all young enough to be students.&nbsp; But this one," he said pointing his fist at Remy, one of his claws shot forth to point him out.&nbsp; The tip of the claw stopping just short of Remy's nose.&nbsp; If Wolverine was expecting Gambit to blink, he'd be disappointed.&nbsp; Logan's claw made a snikt noise as it went back into his arm, "At worst he's a terrorist or a spy... at best he's a thief!&nbsp; I vote we hand him over to SHIELD right now and wash our hands of it.&nbsp; What's he even going to do here, anyhow?"<br><br>Remy smirked looking from Wolverine to the Professor and then back, "Isn't it obvious, mon ami?" he said resting his hands behind his head, "I'm gon' teach..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 22:58:00</strong>
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				Jean blushed at Gambit's flirtations, the kiss on the hand and the heart warming smile almost making her forget that this was a man that she and her friends had fought against time and time again, but then, wasn't that the point? The Professor was welcoming four new people into the school today, three of them old enemies....it was time to forget about the past, and focus on the present.&nbsp; And a part of doing that meant forgiving all that had happened before; after all, it was only a few months ago that the Brotherhood and the X-men had teamed up. Now all she needed to do was convince Scott that it was all for the best, and the day would turn out great.<br><br>Leading the four new housemates into the Professor's office, Jean gives Logan a pointed look before walking inside.<br><br>----<br><br>Rogue caught the look Remy sent her way, it only lasted a second; but a second was all it took for the world to freeze around the rebellious teenager.&nbsp; In a world where everyone had to stay just a couple extra feet away from her; Gambit had always gotten right up in her face.&nbsp; And more than that, he'd always kind of...understood her.&nbsp; Sometimes it felt like when the rest of the world was silent, her and Gambit were laughing at the same joke....then again, more than half of the time it would all turn around and the joke would wind up being on her, so that didn't mean much.&nbsp; But he was here now, when he didn't have to be...did that mean somethin?<br><br>She was looking way to deeply into things! Glowering to herself, the dark haired girl shakes her head as the group disappears from the main lobby and into a hallway, causing a brand new wave of gossiping students to break out into chatter.&nbsp; "Ugh! Everyone's way too interested in this." Rogue snaps as she walks down the rest of the stairs and towards the main door; the gathering students making an unconscious split amongst themselves; allowing her to pass through them without accidentally touching anyone.&nbsp; Pointless, considering the fact that the black top and dark blue jeans she wore covered most of her skin, and her hands, as always, kept her hands hidden away; so it wasn't like bumping into somebody would activate her powers....but it didn't change people from acting the way they did.&nbsp; Not that she cared.&nbsp; She was used to it by now. <br><br>"You have to admit Rogue, it's been awhile since a new student has shown up." Kitty says, the other girl frowning as she watches the four people be greeted by Jean, and led to the the main office.&nbsp; "It's like christmas, a bunch of new toys to play with." she jokes with a grin.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah, well I've got better things to do with my time." the girl says before opening the door, closing it behind her and storming off campus.&nbsp; Gambit's sudden presence had left her....disgruntled, to say the least.&nbsp; She didn't know how to handle herself.&nbsp; And the gossiping brood of highschoolers wasn't help her easily agitated mood.&nbsp; She needed to get out and get some air.&nbsp; She needed time to think, and she couldn't do that with a bunch of giggling schoolgirls.&nbsp; She needed to be alone.&nbsp; <br><br>---<br><br>Smiling politely as the newly dubbed Jean introduces herself and leads them all inside; Alison follows along casually; rubbing her shoulder as she tries to get rid of the ache that had come with dragging all of that luggage to the front door.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing at the blond haired man when he whispers to her in the hallway; Alison freezes for a moment before laughing it off.&nbsp; "Is that supposed to be some kind of come-on?" She teases him with a grin before waving it off. "I doubt it though." Most of her fans were of the more thirteen year old girl variety after all.&nbsp; It was hard to recognize celebrities when people saw them in the flesh instead of on tv or in a paper, so Dazzler had been hoping that would be enough...if this guy revealed to the papers just what she was, her career had been ruined! When Storm had come to her, talking about attending Xavier's, Dazzler had been promised that privacy and secrecy were two things that were all but guaranteed to the students.&nbsp; She just hoped they could live up to those promises.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm Ali," she whispers back to Warren, trying to seem as normal as possible before they reach their final destination.<br><br>Listening in as the professor speaks, and the three men introduce themselves; Alison couldn't hide her shock as one of the men, who was apparently going to be a teacher here, reveals that he had stolen someones wallet.&nbsp; What kind of operation was this school running?&nbsp; Thieves for teachers? Totally unprofessional, you wouldn't get away with something like THIS in LA, THAT was for sure.&nbsp; <br><br>But then....it wasn't like there was another option, was there? This was the ONLY school for mutants.&nbsp; The only place in the big, wide, mutant hating world. <br><br>Distracted from her melancholy thoughts; Alison openly gapes at Warren as he reveals himself to be a Worthington.&nbsp; Cha-ching! She knew the man had come in a limo, but never in a million years would she have guessed just how loaded he actually was.&nbsp; She'd made a couple million in the past two years or so, but she might as well have been begging for change on the street compared to the wealth the Worthington family had in their banks.&nbsp; <br><br>A thief and a millionaire? It sounded like something straight out of a sitcom.&nbsp; <br><br>What a weird ass school.<br><br>"Hi Professor...we haven't met...but I heard a lot about you....I'm Alison Blaire." the blond introduces herself, suddenly feeling shy as she shakes the older man's hand.&nbsp; Was everything she'd heard about him true? Could his school really help her gain better control over her...disability? She wanted to thank the man, explain how terrified she'd been when her mutation first revealed itself; and how Storm's sudden appearance had been a beaken of hope. But there were way to many people around, and she didn't want to look silly...so she kept silent.<br><br><br><br>And then Warren reveals his wings, and for one brief second; Alison realized she was in the right place.&nbsp; <br><br>She might be a disabled freak....but at least she wasn't in it alone anymore. <br><br>----<br><br>"Logan stop it!" Jean chides lightly, her hands on her hips as she frowns at the older x-man.&nbsp; "Lance and Gambit have both proven that they arn't a part of the brotherhood anymore, and joining the school is a great way for them to prove that they've changed their ways for good....isn't that right professor?" Jean asks as she turns her attention back to Xavier.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, by this point, one of the many students with more...subtle powers who'd been listening in, had already run back to the other students with the juicy new bit of gossip.&nbsp; It was official.&nbsp; Three new students, and a new professor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 02:56:41</strong>
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				After the meeting, each of them were shown to a room.&nbsp; Warren was given a third bed in Scott and Kurt's room, which was a welcome place.&nbsp; Not only was Scott somebody familiar to him, but Kurt was somebody with a condition that was visible as well.&nbsp; It made him feel comfortable to see how well Kurt and one of the professors... McCoy, he thought, were dealing with having to hide themselves.&nbsp; Somehow having wings didn't seem so bad.&nbsp; It felt good to be with friends.&nbsp; Even if they started teasing him to borrow money from the moment he set his things down, he could tell it was all in good jest.<br><br>Lance had never met Bobby Drake or Jamie Madrox... but from what he could tell, Lance had gotten shafted by being thrown into the kid's room.&nbsp; Both of them looked at least two years younger than him, and already he felt like he had to be the bad-ass older brother figure.&nbsp; Simultaneously he felt like everybody else was laughing about him.&nbsp; In reality, even he was aware it was just evidence that there were so many people here, and only so many rooms to go around.&nbsp; But, there had to be somebody else here that was his own age.&nbsp; Lance sighed and looked at his roommates, "So... what do you do?" he asked trying to be conversational.<br><br>Bobby shrugged and didn't look up from his magazine, "I make ice.&nbsp; He wets the bed."<br><br>Lance snickerred a little in response.&nbsp; Jamie didn't seem to be as amused.<br><br>Being a teacher had apparently come with some perks.&nbsp; Or perhaps it was just because he was a little too old to be sharing a room with anyone, but Remy had been given a room of his very own.&nbsp; It looked spartan and dull at the moment, but he'd fix that.&nbsp; He didn't maintain any illusions of freedom of movement, though.&nbsp; The bedroom was right next to Wolverine's, which meant he was probably being observed at every given point.&nbsp; And he knew a hidden camera when he spotted one.&nbsp; Still, he couldn't fault them their security measures.&nbsp; Not that they'd keep him from anything if he wanted it.<br><br><hr><br>The next morning found Warren landing from the sky and surprising Allison while everyone was having breakfast.&nbsp; He smiled at her and nodded, "I knew I recognized you!" he said with a tone of shock as he set down a teen-bop style magazne with her face on it, "Some of the kids I work with at the hospital freaking love you!" he said by means of a compliment.&nbsp; He was eating a piece of toast, a far cry from the heavy breakfasts that he was used to having, but it was such a nice spring day he couldn't wait to get out and spread his wings.&nbsp; He'd flown before, how could anyone resist the urge.&nbsp; But never had he flown so openly, and without a disguise.<br><br>Lance debated what to do while he walked around the house eating his yogurt.&nbsp; He was pretty sure he could find Kitty if he wanted to, but he couldn't really convince himself that was what he did want.&nbsp; It was hard not to feel, once again, like this had been a mistake.&nbsp; Like maybe he just didn't fit in here.&nbsp; But he reminded himself that he hadn't really given it a chance.<br><br><hr><br>Remy joined some of the students in the main dining room for breakfast.&nbsp; Specifically looking for the Queen of Hearts that had stolen his back in New Orleans.&nbsp; Sitting next to the students felt a little odd, though.&nbsp; He was at a strange age for this room where he was much too young to really associate with Ororo or Hank or Logan... but he was still older enough from the students that he wasn't really in their age group, either.&nbsp; It was odd to be a teacher when he was only around four years older than the graduating class.&nbsp; Which begged the question, as he sat down across from Rogue, what exactly was he here to teach anyways?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 04:57:45</strong>
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				The day went smoothly enough, Dazzler was shown to her room.&nbsp; She'd be rooming with a nice enough looking girl, who went by the name of Rayne....she'd been warned of a light flea problem that happened on occasion; but was quickly promised that the correct shampoos got rid of that easily enough.&nbsp; It had taken Alison a good ten minutes before she realized that the girl hadn’t been joking.<br><br>The whole furry thing was bad enough, but Alison really hadn’t been expecting to have to room with someone else.&nbsp; It wasn’t like she’d expected better treatment than anyone else or anything, she’d just been expecting something that was a little more…higher quality.&nbsp; She was used to her staff catering to her every whim, and now? Now she was rooming with a kind, albeit doggy roommate, and had to unpack all of her things all by herself.&nbsp; Rayne had offered to help; but Alison had been a bit nervous after the fleas comment.<br><br>All in all, her transition from stardom into normal student life really wasn't going that well.<br><br>-----<br><br>So when the night came and went, and she was shocked down to her core by the bird man flying at her from behind, Alison was feeling more than a little bit irritated. <br><br>She'd been having a perfectly lovely morning; eating a banana, a small but protein filled breakfast that she was accustomed too, when the blond from the day before came up from behind her and set a magazine down in front of her.&nbsp; "What do you think your doing!?" The celebutante hisses at him, grabbing the magazine and shoving it under the table, away from prying eyes.&nbsp; "Believe it or not, not all of us are comfortable with the entire world knowing about what we are <em>Worthington</em>" Alison snaps at him, crossing her arms over her chest, leaving the magazine in her lap.&nbsp; She'd find some way to destroy it later.<br><br>"Please don't tell anybody.&nbsp; Most people can't figure out who I am without this kind of visual evidence." she pleads, keeping her voice low; trying to make sure that no one at the table would be able to listen in on them.<br><br>---<br><br>"JUBILEE! YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" One kitty Pryde roars, her voice echoing through the hallways, along with a certain dark haired girl's laughter.<br><br>"Better run faster than that Chica!" the criminal in question croons out as she dashes through the mansion, a handful of papers raised above her head; crumpled slightly as she holds them tightly in her fist.&nbsp; Jubilee was nowhere near safe however, as the lioness hot on her trails, Kitty began using her powers to her advantage, running through walls and people in order to catch up to the other girl.<br><br>"When I catch you, your dead! You hear me? DEAD!" The brunette threatens as she slowly begins to catch up to the girl.&nbsp; <br><br>Running through the hallways, Jubilee pushes Lance out of her way before sliding down the stairwell's banister, cackling all the while.<br><br>This, of course, causes Kitty to run right through Lance, her powers preventing her from crashing into him.&nbsp; She does however, stumble a few steps afterwords when she realizes who she'd run through.&nbsp; Glancing behind her; Kitty's blue eyes stare into Lance's for one brief second that lasts an eternity, before Jubilee's laughter echoes through the hallways once more; causing Kitty's attention to focus on the problem at hand, whereupon she quickly dashes after the girl once more; all while continuing her death threats against her.<br><br>----<br><br>Rogue had been enjoying a bowl of cereal for breakfast; although she was really only barely coherent.&nbsp; She'd stayed out late the night before, so she hadn't gotten much sleep.&nbsp; It had left her feeling pretty numb in the morning, and would only grumble lowly in response to any morning greetings she'd been given so far.&nbsp; It was because of this, that it took her a few seconds to realize who was now sitting across from her.&nbsp; And that woke the gothic female up straight away.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mornin Swamp rat." Rogue says wryly, pushing her hair out of her face as she takes in the sight of the Cajun thief.&nbsp; "So, mind tellin a girl just what your doin here?" She questions, getting right to the point of things.&nbsp; Were the rumors true? Was he really going to be a teacher here? She'd managed to hear enough gossip that said that was the reason, but she wanted to hear it out of the mouth of Gambit himself before she really believed it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 07:02:38</strong>
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				A gentle autumn breeze swept past them when Warren landed.&nbsp; A few leaves rolling across, and one of his featers falling loose and flying freely in the breeze.&nbsp; His eyes were locked on hers at first like she didn't know why she was so upset, then his expression seemed even more confused by her implication that saying his name was some sort of threat to him.&nbsp; Then a gentle sigh flowed out of his lungs and he nodded, as if understanding, "Nobody in the world hates mutants more than my dad.&nbsp; So I've dealt with it, alright," he seemed a little upset that she seemed to think she was somehow alone in having felt the pressures of prejudice.<br><br>"That's why I came here.&nbsp; Because here... we don't have to pretend we're somebody else," he shook his head.&nbsp; He spread his wings to offer shade from the sun, literally eclipsing the moment, "Sorry if I ruined your day by trying to pay you a compliment, princess," he said sarcastically, "Lemme know if there's going to be fireworks.&nbsp; Otherwise I don't think I can attend your pity party..." he wanted to make friends, but he just didn't know how to deal with people that wanted to spend all day angsting about how shitty they had things.&nbsp; She was a famous singer AND had a power that made her more than normal... what was she ashamed of, exactly?&nbsp; Did <em>her</em> father try to have her wings removed with a hack-saw when she was a kid?&nbsp; Had <em>she</em> spent most of her life locked in a room because her parents didn't want to acknowledge her?&nbsp; Had <em>she</em> not been able to attend her own mother's funeral?&nbsp; <br><br>Rather than take off from the bench he pushed his feet backward and landed on the grass behind the picnic table.&nbsp; His wings folding up and he ran off to join Scott and Jean in a no-powers soccer game.&nbsp; Always siding with a pretty woman, he joined the redhead's team...<br><br><hr><br>The sensation of being literally walked through was so otherworldly.&nbsp; He couldn't say that he didn't like it, there was something intimate about it.&nbsp; Like a whisper combined with a kiss.&nbsp; Time froze when her eyes were locked in his.&nbsp; Despite his character, they never wanderred anywhere else.&nbsp; Always frozen as if looking into her as much as he could.&nbsp; As if she'd turned him to stone.&nbsp; Then, just when he thought he almost had the courage to say something... she turned and ran away.&nbsp; All he managed to get out was a choked wheeze and a pained expression.&nbsp; Then he smirked as he turned both hands up and focussed on the ground beneath them.<br><br>A small shockwave moving the ground beneath Jubilee's feet as she ran.&nbsp; Not enough to hurt anyone, but definitely enough to make her stumble or fall.&nbsp; He was getting so much better at controlling and focusing the points of his vibrations.&nbsp; All for her.&nbsp; As much as he wanted to deny it.&nbsp; Deep down... it was all for her.&nbsp; For a moment he thought about saying something, but instead, he just turned and waved his hand over his head in a 'you're welcome' gesture as he walked away from the scene.&nbsp; Why did her eyes have to be so hypnotically blue?<br><br><hr><br>"Di'n't you hea', cher?" he asked with a smirk as he leaned over the table, "Ol' Gambit's gon' teach Ethics," he grinned.&nbsp; He'd said it with such confidence that for a moment it might have almost been believable that he really was.&nbsp; Of course any reflection upon the character of the man sitting across from her, his crimson eyes locked on hers and his grin surrounded by a day's worth of stubble topped with a soul-patch on his chin... it was easy to come up with about a million reasons why he was lying.<br><br>The professor had to have a slight laugh at the joke, "Professor LeBeau will be teaching French, Rogue," Charles clarified.<br><br>Remy sighed as if somebody had spoiled his big joke and kicked his feet up to an empty chair just before Wolverine could sit down.&nbsp; The feet were quickly removed by force, but it didn't seem to dampen Remy's confidence any, "Tels jolis yeux." He said brushing just a bit more of Rogue's hair out of her face.&nbsp; <em>Such pretty eyes</em>.<br><br>"Rembrandt," Charles said with a hint of disapproval, "Hardly appropriate dialogue for a student."<br><br>Once again Remy looked hurt, "Excusez-moi," he said with a wink towards Rogue.&nbsp; With a smile he looked at Wolverine, "I also get to teach cookin', I un'stan'... is a good thing you heal, no?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 00:20:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;Staring at Warren as he spreads his wings, looking every inch the angel, Alison finds herself turning away from him, not wanting to look at him.&nbsp; He talked about dealing with prejudice...well, she'd never had to deal with it before now! She'd been just like everyone else.&nbsp; Had thought of mutants as disgusting people, more dangerous than anything else.&nbsp; They were things to make jokes about, things to be afraid of.....not something to be.&nbsp; Becoming a mutant was supposed to be something that happened to other people.&nbsp; <br><br>And now here she was, in a place where every other sentence involved acceptance, and sure; that was great.&nbsp; But it was pretty hard to be all accepting, when it was only a short while ago that she was the definition of prejudice.&nbsp; The worst part was, that prejudice wasn’t going away.&nbsp; <br><br>When she’d seen a girl walk through a wall, it was all she could do not to scream; assuming she had seen a ghost.&nbsp; And when she’d seen that boy make multiple forms of himself….it was just disgusting! How was she supposed to get used to this? <br><br>And how come Warren seemed to have such an easy time of it?&nbsp; “Excuse me if being reminded about all those squealing seven year olds isn’t a compliment.” She says with a sniff, turning away from the man as he flies off to play some kind of soccer game.&nbsp; All those seven year old fans, that would be terrified to their very core if they ever found out what she was.&nbsp; All those squealing seven year olds who looked up to her, made her need to be someone worth idolizing….She’d tried to be smart, tried to be healthy, made sure not to make her image anything less than clean….and a mutant? A mutant just wasn’t worth idolizing.&nbsp; And there was nothing she could work on to change that. <br>--<br><br>As the earth quakes beneath the asian mutant’s feet, she stumbles, and falls to the floor.&nbsp; Kitty was on her in a second, the brunette all but jumping on top of the woman, and rather than struggle for the papers Jubilee had stolen from her, merely swipes her hand through the other girls, and uses her powers to take the papers back.&nbsp; “Your such a jerk!” Kitty snaps at the girl as she works to flatten out the material, all the while glancing back at Lance, who had totally saved the day.<br><br>Staring at his retreating back, a light blush finds it’s way across the high school girls face, as she presses the papers to her chest.&nbsp; "<em>Thank you</em>" She whispers softly, more to herself than to Lance, as the boy had already walked away by the time she'd taken the papers back from Jubilee.&nbsp; How often had Lance tried to help her out with his powers in the past, whether it be to stop a bully, or make her laugh? And how often had she gotten pretty upset at him for it, because he'd caused more damage and harm than anything else?<br><br>But now....now it just seemed....sweet.<br><br>----<br><br>Nearly choking on her cereal at Remy's proclamation, Rogue coughs a few times; clearing her throat as she tries to prevent herself from gagging to death.&nbsp; Ethics? The king of thieves himself, teaching <em>ethics</em>? Was everyone else aware that ethics was the whole 'right from wrong' thing? She hadn't thought that the school was in such a desperate need of teachers...Course, with that grin of his, and the professors explanation; Rogue was relieved to figure out that it wouldn't be the case.&nbsp; It wasn't anything personal, she liked the cajun....but ethics??? Really?<br><br>As he pushes hair out of her face, and says something to her in a language she couldn't understand, Rogue crosses her arms and bites down on her lip; looking away from Gambit as she tries to keep the blush off her face.&nbsp; "Speak in English why don't ya" Rogue mutters lowly; finding herself unable to stare into Remy's red eyes.<br><br>Had he insulted her? Why would the professor intervene? Whatever he had said certainly SOUNDED pretty, like he'd said something really sweet...maybe she should take french as an elective.&nbsp; It always had been a pretty interesting language. <br><br>"French and Cookin? Kinda girly, don't ya think?" Rogue teases the ex-Acolyte with a grin of her own, trying to get back her bearings, not liking how off balance Gambit always left her; wanting to equalize the field or something.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Untouchable (Sephora &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 01:12:02</strong>
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				Even before Warren had joined her team, Jean was fairly certain that this game was in the bag.&nbsp; Amara, Tabitha and Bobby made up the rest of her team.&nbsp; Taking Bobby had been quote-unquote "forced" on her as a handicap by Scott.&nbsp; It had left Scott with Kurt and Rayne and Berzerker and Cannoball.&nbsp; Jean had conceded that she didn't need the atheletes to beat Scott.&nbsp; It was all about leadership.&nbsp; The boy didn't know it, but this was a lesson that the professor wanted him to learn.&nbsp; Jean was afire with the secret that she had to keep from him, especially with how much they shared of eachother since Mexico... but she understood that it was better if Scott didn't know that the Professor was trying to groom him for a more active role in the training of students.<br><br>"Don't cry when you lose, Scott!" she teased as Beast dropped the soccer ball between the two of them.&nbsp; There weren't any powers allowed in the game, but her feminine charms didn't count as powers, right?&nbsp; She gave Scott a slightly flirtatious wink as she kicked the ball between his feet towards her own team...<br><br><hr><br>Warren wasn't really much of an athlete, he was infinitely more graceful in the sky than he was on land.&nbsp; But this was the first time anyone had ever kicked a ball towards him in a game, and he was damn determined not to mess it up.&nbsp; He accepted the pass, trying his best not to trip over the ball as he turned it and passed it to Amara who, in turn passed it back to Jean, the ball had officially made a full circle around Scott now... and Warren couldn't help but love that he'd been a part of it.&nbsp; Friends.&nbsp; Genuinely surrounded by people who were just letting him be a part of the game.&nbsp; This was how he'd spent the last eighteen years wanting to feel...<br><br>Why couldn't Allison see that?&nbsp; Why couldn't she just let herself go and stop hating herself.&nbsp; Nevermind, he thought to himself.&nbsp; Why did he care?&nbsp; The only thing she had in common with him was the income tax bracket.&nbsp; She was pretty, that's all.&nbsp; And... she was broken... and for some reason he really wanted to fix her.&nbsp; And for some reason the loss in thought meant he'd completely missed another pass to him that ended up going clean to Kurt.<br><br><hr><br>"Is it true?" a young redhead sat down next to Allison quietly and shyly.&nbsp; Her accent was foreign, very thick and Irish, "Are ye rally her?&nbsp; The girl from the magazine?" she asked softly.&nbsp; She didn't seem threatening, more accurately she seemed to be half afraid to even talk to Allison at the moment.<br><br><hr><br>Lance had to stop around the corner after helping Kitty.&nbsp; Trying to act cool had completely destroyed him.&nbsp; All he wanted to do was to run up to her and say something clever, get her to roll her eyes and smile.&nbsp; Maybe a cute weak punch against him to show that she was kidding.&nbsp; The kinds of things normal girls did with normal boys.&nbsp; But Kitty wasn't normal.&nbsp; Neither of them were.&nbsp; They were special.&nbsp; Magneto had used terms like Super Human.&nbsp; Avanced.&nbsp; Homo Superior.&nbsp; He rememberred Todd giggling and constantly calling Blob a "Homo Superior" because Freddie seemed unaware of what it meant.&nbsp; The memory brought a smile to his face.<br><br>That hadn't been home, either.&nbsp; But at least he'd felt like he belonged there.&nbsp; But it had been torn apart.&nbsp; Pietro and Wanda had reconciled with their father.&nbsp; Nobody had seen them since the rescue.&nbsp; Todd and Freddie had stuck with Mystique.&nbsp; For a while, Lance had thought about it, but he'd trade Mystique in a heartbeat for Kitty.&nbsp; He traded a lot for her.&nbsp; Only to find out that she was better off without him.<br><br><hr><br>Gambit looked genuinely shocked and offended, "You wound me, cher," he said falling back to his side of the table.&nbsp; He couldn't take his eyes off of those deep brown orbs surrounded by her dark make-up.&nbsp; There was so much sadness inside her, not all of it her own.&nbsp; She'd shared with him the true depth of horror that came with her powers.&nbsp; It wasn't just taking in abilities, or hurting others, it was having to live with their nightmares inside her head.&nbsp; When he looked at her, he couldn't help but want to make it all go away for her.&nbsp; So what if it wasn't professional?&nbsp; They weren't that different in age... certainly he was closer to her than he was to Charles, Ororo or Hank... and he was a far cry younger than Logan.&nbsp; He flashed her a bit of a flirty smile, "Just wait until you try my Jumbalaya, cher... I'll set you on fire," he teased as he stole a muffin from Wolverine's plate.&nbsp; Few people, even other teachers, were so open about their defiance of Logan's discipline.&nbsp; He was like the exact opposite of Wolverine.
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