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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:21 am
 Welcome to Academy XTwo years ago, in the 620 Universe, human and mutant relations seemed to be getting better on the planet Earth. That was until the horrifying events that occurred six months ago. One fateful night, after a long absence from the limelight, Magneto appeared above New York. Finally driven to insanity, he unleashed an attack on New York which killed 2.5 million innocent civilians both human and mutant. The X-Men, Fantastic Four, Avengers, and any other hero in New York City fought Magneto and his Brotherhood back and stopped them from doing any more damage. This was not the end of the conflict. SHIELD, a United Nations sanctions organization, found Magneto and his Brotherhood to be a threat. When Magneto and his team fled to the Island of Genosha, SHIELD unleashed several Sentinels with a seek and destroy order. The citizens of Genosha would not allow for their leader to be destroyed. Five million mutants died in this conflict as Genosha was scorched and left for rubble. Magneto was presumed dead. Despite Magneto being presumed dead, the human vs. mutant conflict was escalated to the highest peak. Mutants were hunted. Children were cornered. It was time for the X-Men to act. For many years, the Xavier Institute served as a home and school for children and teenagers who desired to learn about their abilities and train to be X-Men. No longer. To look impartial, Charles Xavier stepped down as head master of his school and appointed two opposing mutants as headmasters: Scott Summers and Emma Frost. The Xavier Institute (or "Academy X" as newer students call it) was now open to all students as a safe house. Even if students didn't want to become X-Men or even if they did not share the Xavier view, the Xavier Institute would protect and teach each student equally. "Academy X" was now open to everybody. Over time, those students who joined the Xavier Institute as a safe haven grew to learn their powers and skills. They fought on the front lines defending their lives from villains such as Sugar Man, Fitzroy, Mystique, Mr. Sinister, and the Hellfire Club... they took their blows and stood strong. No longer were they just students, but they were becoming something more... they were becoming X-Men. Trouble doesn't find them. They find trouble. ------------------- What to do in your character's first post:All new characters will have been a student at the Xavier Institute for six months to a year. Because they have shown exceptional skill above their peers, they will be promoted from their student team to one of the Junior X-Men teams (this was assigned to you upon application approval.) The first post of the character would have them talking to either Scott Summers or Emma Frost about their promotion. Their dorm room would also be moved to the area where the Junior X-Men students are housed. What is the difference between the Alpha and Omega teams:Technically there is no difference between each team in the school; however, the Alphas are traditionally the "good guys" who believe in Xavier's ideals. The Omegas are traditionally more rogue/bad boys and fall more into their own ideals of how things should be done. This is not always the case, though. You don't HAVE to make your character take those views when on either of those teams. Alpha wears a black uniform with blue detailing. Omega wears a black uniform with red detailing. ------------ Previous Story: XIV Eyes of InsanityThe Alpha and the Omega teams were deployed into Mutant Town weeks ago to keep an eye out for strange occurrences. In that amount of time they fought off a hoard of red, knuckle dragging demonic creatures that seemed hell bent on skinning mutants alive. They fought them off at a price--But learned a little more about the enemy. The demons are coming from one dimension to Earth via temporal rips that are created with generators that hold the tear open. They are powered by a purple viscous fluid that has some kind of metal in it. If destroyed, the portal will try to take all evidence of the attack with it--Leaving behind only two crushed nearly unidentifiable canisters, and a spray of purple goo. The local police investigated the Academy because some of the locals at Mutant Town ID'd some of the students. So far the police have nothing, other than a few skinned victims, and the Academy's address. Nothing that directly links them to the attacks. Days after an epic battle with the demons, a group called the Marauders attacked the school--Intent on stealing the information obtained by the X-Men on the demons. They work for an unknown, but were taken down and sent with S.H.I.E.L.D. for incarceration and questioning. So far Sabertooth is the only one known to have escaped. At the same time an intangible entity infiltrated the school and possessed several students. One of the students crashed the schools security, so the Marauders were able to waltz right in. At the same time, the student, possessed by the unknown entity made a copy of student and personnel files. It is unknown what became of the entity or the schools files. During the attack-- Files from the schools server were copied twice. It is unknown if the two attacks, the Marauders, and the mysterious possessions are related incidents. The school is in lock down--No student is able to leave campus, College or Highschool, without permission from Emma Frost or Scott Summers. Currently Forge has gone to a site where he detected a temporal rip might have once been to study it. No one has heard from him in two days.
And now, a week later... the next chapter to the story begins...
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:24 am
Angel Reaver Alpha: Called to Duty Again  “Mmm… Nice comeback… Save for the fact that I know you don’t want to kiss anyone else…”, she shot back with a coquettish smirk that only fell to her face when Gideon was around. She was possessive of him, terribly so—And she knew it. But that didn’t mean she had to own up to it. Through the link they shared, she could feel his mild annoyance—His amusement. She leaned towards him and kissed his cheek affectionately… “At any rate, breathe tiger—“, Bella smiled up at him, leaning back in her chair…”I’m not running a kissing both.”
“And I was kidding about the half naked girls…”, she added on with a laugh as she speared a ravioli, happily eating the edges first. It was a companionable silence as they ate, her jade eyes brighter than they had been in days… Being around Gideon made her happier. Made her a better person. Hearing he name, she looked up from her half eaten cheesecake—Seeing a faintly familiar face. “That’s me…”
“You must be Molly… I’m Bella… And this is Gideon..”, she smiled at the girl, genuinely happy to meet her. Patting the chair beside her, she took a sip of her milk to wash the confection down…”Here—Have a seat.”
“You’re lucky to catch me not on the run… I’ve been slammed lately…”, she admitted to the new Alpha, offering her some of the apple slices she had on her tray—Considering she tended to overload her own tray. Though generally she ate almost all of it… Gambit had often teased her, wondering where she packed all the food away. “But welcome to the Alpha’s… We’re a motley crew… But I think you’ll find we aren’t that bad.”
“Well, most of us anyway… Our colors are black and blue… And…”, Bella reached into he bag, seeming to fumble for a moment before she found what she was looking for. Passing the girl the new items, she waited for her to look them over. “You get a new comm and a new student ID…As an Alpha you have slightly higher clearances…--“
Suddenly Isabella’s head snapped around, looking in the other direction… She was silent for a moment, but her friendly face seemed to harden. Eyes just a slightly sharper jade. It was easy to see her transition from a college student to a member of the X-Men---Siren. Siren was a little more serious, and a lot less forgiving. Jaded to the world..
Looking slowly back at Molly, she offered her an apologetic half smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Speaking of being slammed...It was Rachel calling… I’ll never get used to telepath’s…”, her hands folded in the material of her ruffled skirt… Cleary suddenly upset about something.
“Please… Molly, don’t think me horribly rude.. I know you just got here, but I’m being paged already. Trust me… I’d like to stay and talk…But with all the senior X-Men in a tizzy… My plate keeps getting more and more full. Gideon can answer any questions you might have… Alpha’s grow on trees around here—So I’m sure you’ll find more by default… If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask—My comm is always on.”
She rose from her chair with a certain grace that made her seem like she was dancing, and ducked her head to kiss Gideon’s temple as she passed… Her lips moved, words only for his ears. ~It’s Alek again.~
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Isabella sat in the dark room quietly, her head still spinning. She was…Upset to say the least. There were bottles, empty and full… All over his dorm. She hadn’t had to snoop, but while she waited for Alek to show up, she started singing to herself… Reading back the sound waves, she found… All of his alcohol stash. She was upset, and terrified. This much alcohol… He could have killed himself. Ever helpful she stacked them all in a pyramid in the middle of the room... At least six full bottles of vodka... Christos...
She couldn’t believe he kept leaving the mansion at night while they were in lock down.
Not after she caught him two days prior-- Trying to sneak out. She'd given him the benefit of the doubt. Trusted him.
She sat on the edge of the bed—Each moment he stalled, and heaven knew she knew he was stalling—Her eyes were hard as glass. He had promised her he’d stay in—Stay where it was safe.
And he’d lied.
Rachel had informed her of everything Hank found out…
About the boy, nearly frozen to death.
Her fists tightened in the material of her skirt again as she slowly counted to ten.
Alek didn’t know the woman that was waiting for him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:27 am
Reikon de Maltas Alpha: God Made Dirt...He glared at Cissa. The single most, "I can't stand you" glare he's given just about anyone. What was it about her that absolutely stabbed Reikon's last nerve just at the sound of her piercing voice. One of those spoiled rotten brats that never gotten over being spoiled. It was unfortunate as most of them never do. That last nerve exploded and no matter how hard he tried, his emotions got the best of him. It was perfect timing on her part. She knew that he was in the dumps because of Evie but it was single handedly the most obvious thing in the world when it came to her lack of caring. Especially about his feelings. She hated the Alphas, that was more than clear. Reik's temperature had risen, enough to see him steam in the cold air. He turned towards the rose bush that Sofie had been speaking with and plunged his hands into the dirt. He filled them to the brim and carried as much of the damp mixture of dirt and mud and took off towards his arch-enemy. Reik moved into a ninja like sprint, making sure not to trample and stomp as he snuck up on the two walking away. Finally, he had secured the distance he wanted, the smell of Cissa's perfume gave proof of the time for an attack. The hands of mud and dirt didn't take long to find Cissa's bright blond and ever so beautiful, clean hair. He ran his fingers into the hair as much as possible getting mud ingrained as deep as possible. It was a quick attack and once he had his fix he turned and sprinted as hard as he could away from the evil queen. He knew that he just secured his immediate death but he didn't care. He turned laughing, "Don't you hate it when the pups get in the mud and track it everywhere?!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:30 am
Cyrogenetics  Alpha’s: Meet with Bella... HA! You can do better than that... w/e dudeAlek exhaled and yawned as he walked into his room. It was just Bella. If Hank really thought that Bella would deliver swift punishment… Well Alek just assumed himself lucky. Sure Brandon was freezing. It was an accident. His earring had fallen off, it wasn’t like he had taken it off, to try and control himself alone. He didn’t trust himself in public, with non-mutants, with out it. He stepped over more of the shattered door and reached over and hit the light switch. He knew she was here already, and when he turned around he saw her… but not at first. The first thing he saw was the pyramid of bottles in the middle of his room. “What the…” He stammered at first, but shook his head. “So you found my stash…” He rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms, his weight falling on to his hip. “Lets just make this easy… I shouldn’t have this here, I shouldn’t leave campus. I put everyone in danger. I hurt someone… and might I add I didn’t know my earring had fallen off.” He reached up to his ear, and felt the stud in place. He pulled it out and rolled it a few times between his fingers before tossing it towards the stacks of bottles that were all levels of empty and full. It clanked quietly, Alek couldn’t hear it. “Your disappointed in me. I should know better. Im an X-Man for a reason…” He walked over to his closet all non-chalent and started looking through the shirts that were hanging from the closet. “It’s Brandon’s fault anyway. I told him not to n** at that ear… Boys…” He chuckled, as he slipped a shirt over his head, and turned around to Bella. Her expression had not changed. She was silent, still. The room… was really silent. Eerie… a cold muted winter. “Bella?” He asked eyeing her with confusion. His hand reached over grabbing his arm in a subconscious act of discomfort. “Uhm... you okay?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:33 am
Selena Lucania Omega: Dead Man
“First of all—Don’t ever apologize for me.”, Narcissa spoke succinctly, her words carrying a razors edge. She was silent for a moment as she walked, only the slow, steady sound of her heels on the walk breaking the silence. “You are Omega—“The sound of someone behind her, the feeling hands pulling at her hair—She whirled around and felt something splat against her back. She reached back and touched it... Drawing her hand away… What the… The scent of dirt and earth reached her nostrils and her first clenched. There was no sound, no warning as she threw her clutch to the side—Letting it land a safe distance away from her as eyes suddenly blazed white hellfire. And then so did the rest of her. Pure white, scalding hot heat and light erupted from her—the mud burning off of her hand in seconds—Dust rising as it burned out of her hair—Falling away in molten globs. Her immediate clothing had all been treated by Forge to withstand her extreme temperatures—So she didn’t stand nude in all her glory, but a seriously fully clothed and blinding. Her expression was that of an avenging angel… Although there was a tone more vicious as she shook her head and a cloud of dust fell away. He put -mud- in her hair. Bloody, freaking, mud. Drawing her arms back she formed a bow in her left hand, and in her right she balanced an arrow made of the same searing light. She let him run just a little longer—Waiting for the right shot…She pulled back on the invisible string with expert posture, and let the screaming object fly. Her aim was true, and it nailed the dog right in the back in a shower of light— The sheer force of it sending him flying into the new Alpha.
“Try that again and I’ll end you Crusader!”, she yelled after him, her light dying in an instant as she watched with satisfaction— Reikon crushing his precious little new pup underneath him. “Nice… Keep your hands above the waist Fido—She might be jail bait!”A laugh escaped her and she shoot out her once again clean—Beautiful, thoroughly sterilized hair. It was mocking, and possibly insane… Though somehow alluring. She was evil, and a right b***h. But that was all part of her charm… She fairly hummed to herself as she went over to the grass and picked up her Gucci clutch, that wasn’t flame retardant. Dusting it off, she straightened up and walked back over to Christian as if nothing had happened-- And she hadn't looked like she was trying to assassinate a fellow student. “Where were we? Oh, right. You’re an Omega. Which means I expect you to act like one… We're red, they're blue.”, she started off, headed back towards the school. She knew that unless she seriously powered up her arrows, Reik could take the damage. He’s slammed her up against the lockers once while she had her glow on and hadn’t done much but offered himself up as a plate of heat based food for her. “ And people like that? The one’s rolling in the dirt? Yeah, they’re dogs.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:42 am
Carlos Estrada Omega - From Garage to Outside - Meeting the New Face and Watching the Queen's back Carlos had drained the oil from his bike, and had started funneling newer cleaner fluid into the system. It didn't take long and when that was done all he needed to do was remount the front end wheel. It took several minutes more but he finished and when he was done started it all up and made sure everything work perfectly. Close enough that his life wouldn't be in danger. He'd need to adjust it abit but would save that for later. He degrease his hands and forearms with salve and a rag, and placed his bike back in line. Doing so he noticed another Harley he didn't quite remember. A road king cruiser, and easily bigger then standard. He shrugged it off and started walking. He stopped half way down the hall turning his head. Narcissa was either in battle or severely pissed, and he wasn't one for chances so on basic instinct he disappeared in a black cloud. He emerged as she powered down and began speaking to who he could guess was the new team mate. He was completely shrouded by his dark as he appeared behind Cissa just slightly off to her left. He stepped forward as the dark matter dissipated into nothingness. With lazy but possessive intent he put his right arm around Cissa and looked the new guy (Christian) up and down for a moment. Carlos put his shades on before he turned his head to look at Narcissa, not minding the look she was giving him for his intrusion. He quickly decided to reinforce what she just said. " I thought you were in fight, but since I see I'm here alittle late there's not much I can do..." He let his arm slide off of Cissa as he looked Christian up and down for a minute. "Carlos, also known as Motega, mi amigo." He offered his hand to shake and would do so firmly. He had more he could say but since Narcissa was right there next to him he thought better of it. Him giving advice in general was alittle uncommon and when he did it mattered, This was not one of the times. In particular since Cissa was on stage. He would turn around to watch Crusader. As far as Carlos was concerned that was strike two. Carlos new full well that in comparison Reikon could survive a trip through he dark abyss, but unlike Cissa his powers were severely less.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:44 am
InfiniteOuroBorus Omega - What the (*!#&%"Yessum," Christian said quietly as he listened to her diatribe. He couldn't help but to apologize for her words, especially when aimed at a friend. For as much of a relaxed person he was, he could honestly say he didn't much care for her attitude. And that unsettled him. He'd actually met someone who, in a matter of seconds, made him want to hurt someone willingly. But... he wouldn't press the issue. That was when it happened. Reikon, in retaliation, had streaked mud through Narcissa's hair. And she was none too pleased. Christian had to cover his eyes as she produced a white, heated energy around her... an energy he was beginning to soak up like a sponge. Oh how sometimes he wished that he could shut his abilities off on a whim. And if he could have stopped the situation unfolding before him, he would have. Though in a matter of a split-second, she had shot something at the retreating Alpha and knocked him straight into Sophia. Grateful that it was over that quickly, Christian could feel the energy swirling around inside of him. It wasn't too much yet, thankfully, but he didn't know how much more he could have absorbed without straight passing out. Just as soon as the situation had died, she began speaking to him again. Something about what colors they were, almost like they were gangs or something, and further insulting the downed pair that lay in the dirt. "Yessum," Christian said to his leader through clenched teeth, feeling a tad woozy. He could maintain his composure enough, or so he thought, with the energy he had absorbed. When he was hit with a blast, he knew his limitations. When it came to radiant energies, he had no idea how much he could honestly withstand. That was he he saw someone just... appear... in a cloud of blackened mist. After a brief introduction and a firm handshake, the new face on the scene, Christian reciprocated the greeting. "A pleasure Carlos," he had said, "Name's Christian." That was when he turned his attentions to the two sprawled out mutants. He wasn't sure if retaliations were going to happen again or not, and if they were, he'd have to be prepared for it. Sometimes, he honestly wished that more people weren't so high-strung and could just take time to relax for a minute.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:47 am
Baroness Loca Alpha-Glad I'm an Alpha  “Ca c’est assez…”, she whispered, holding her hands under her chin—The lily she’d made long forgotten. And it really was enough…Sophia was nearly in tears. This blonde woman, beautiful and bright—Whom she’d only ever caught sight of in passing thought she was useless. And a dog. She didn’t understand how one person could carry so much hate in them… She waved goodbye to Christian half heartedly… It wouldn’t be long, she feared, before he started hating her too. Were all the Omega’s this cruel? She watched them walk away, rapidly brushing tears away from her cheeks—Not seeing Reikon grab a fist full of dirt. Though she did see him smear it through the gorgeous, cruel woman's hair… Everything else happened so fast—And she instantly understood why some of the other students were terrified of the cold cruel princess. She lit up like a radioactive corn field… Like something god-touched. It hurt too look at her, like looking at the sun on a cloudless day. She never had any time to react--- No time to warn Reikon about the arrow that was speeding towards his back. She could feel the grass near Narcissa withering and dying… It hurt her. And for a moment, she was terrified that she was going to kill Reikon. Yet instead of seeing the arrow come out the other side of him, she was blinded by the flash of light and suddenly found herself being thrown to the ground, skidding—Laying on her back some feet away, a very heavy, and much larger mutant than herself pinning her down. The wind knocked out of her she wheezed as she sucked in air, feeling grass and vines push up against them, catching them, cushioning their skid—Keeping Sophia from skinning her bare back on the rough cement walk. “ Reikon, Alors.. Oh Mon dieu…”, she spoke, reaching for him, trying to breathe and see if he was all right at the same time. She feared the wound that might be on his back from where the arrow struck. Surely that would have wounded him. She felt anger flood her for a moment, she cheeks burning red. That awful woman… Awful. How could she hurt people like that? “Are you all right?” She tried to move out from underneath him. But it didn’t seem to be working very well—She felt pain when she moved too much, though her head seemed fine. The vines had cushioned that at least. “Please… Repondez-moi…”, she begged, gently touching his shoulder, trying to get a response out of him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:50 am
Varians Requiem Omega's: Can't live can't breathe with no air, thats how I feel when you aint there.  When Emma had told Varian to leave his brother’s side, it was as if she had become the devil. The words that left his mind, and the thoughts that raced from his mind to her’s (both English and French) were enough to make even a sailor blush. Everything in the room seemed to vibrate as he tried to protest. Emma had to result to using her powers to have Varian leave. Powers that many didn’t approve of. Powers she never really minded using when she felt they were needed… and now was one such time. Varian came to in his room, not sure why he was there, or how it had happened. Varian was barely seen that week. Leaving his room only to shower and bathe. He barely ate, he barely slept. He spent most of his nights with Narcissa. A child scared and confused, a child who just learned prematurely what death was. The lesson that what death takes you never get back. The child who’s powers became his only friend, who was often seen dancing around with floating clothes… confusion to many nannies… often assumed to be the ghosts of his parents had been taken by death. Varian was effected by Shadowking’s actions more than others would think. The evil force had given Varian his one true fear. Loosing the only one left… Victor his brother. His brother meant the world to him, was his air… How was he supposed to breathe when he wasn’t there? *** Varian was drifting into a light slumber. He was sitting on his bed, his hands over his knees, staring into the filtering light of his room. Emma still refused to let Varian to see his brother. Cissa could see him… Emma could… Jean and Rachael were allowed, but Varian was not. Varian didn’t understand… no one was giving him answers. No one would tell him anything. He didn’t care if they thought it was best. They didn’t have their brother laying in a coma. Varian did. Varian felt alone. A feeling he felt when he waiting for his mother to tuck him into bed, and give him a warm kiss on the forehead. The nights she wouldn’t come… A ghostly image of his brother seemed to fade into view. Varian’s head perked up looking at it. Tears still staining his face. At first Varian thought it was a ghost… but it wasn’t. It was his brother… he felt the connection. It was something only another set of twins would understand. The ghostly façade walked over to the window sill and motioned towards the violin case that was leaning against the wall. <“Your music… I miss it…”> Victors voice spoke in Varian’s head. <“Victor…”> <“Play for me brother… wont you?”> And with the warm heart felt request, the image of Victor vanished. Variand confused and scared at first, feebly walked to his instrument. His bare feet padded on the carpeted floor. His flannel pajamas fit loose against his body, as did the solid white T. Varian waved his hand, and as it moved, the current joined and allowing light to spill into the room. The locks on the case clicked and the case opened. Varian reached down taking the instrument and tucking it intimately under his chin. It was warm… He brought the bow and crossed the strings. Slowly at first, just chords… and then started runs… and soon soft melodies started to fill his room. He played for several minutes. He knew that he was the key to his brother’s recovery. He had always known… but know he had proof. Emma would have to let him see his brother… If he could just play for him… show his brother he was there, Victor would recover. The first time in that week, Varian left his room during the busy hours of the day. His custom violin in toe. He walked with a goal all the way to the infirmary. Passing by everyone, pushing them aside that were in his way. “Varian…” Emma greeted him as he tried to walk in the door. “You know…” “Nothing!” Varian snapped at her. “Let me through.” “Your brother is weak , we are repairing his mind.” “Let me through.” “Varian.” “Let… me… through.” Varian spoke sternly. “I can’t, Im sorry but I just can’t right now.” Syringes on tables near them started to lift into the air. “Varian… We are doing all that we can for your brother.” Her voice was no ringing through his mind. She was trying to use her power once again to send him away, but his heart was to strong, she wasn’t breaking walls, she couldn’t get in the driver’s seat. But she knew what was about to happen, she could see in him his love… the need. Her skin rippled, and glistened as the needles shattered against the diamond form of her skin. The syringed clanked to the ground as they failed to pierce her now hardened skin. “Go…” It was blunt. “Go ahead. We will talk about this in my office once you are finished with what ever you are going to do.” She turned and walked from the room to let Varian have Victor to himself for now. Beautiful healing music left the infirmary room.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:52 am
Illiud Alphas: Still avoiding socializing. Cedric was sitting in his room, head resting on his desk. In his right hand rested a pen, under his head lay a notebook. His musical journal. He lifted his head, and looked at the pages, again. He then slammed his head against the desk several times, making a loud bang with each hit, since his forehead was pretty hard. The aspiring musician looked at his note-work and lyrics, and sighed. 'Son of a b***h. I just can't get nothing right.' Cedric closed the notebook, and hid it in one of his desk drawers. He stood up, and went into his closet. He pulled out the uniform that Scott Summers had given him last week when he was supposed to start working with the Junior X-Men Team Alpha. The black and blue uniform looked ridiculous. To be honest, he'd rather be wearing just black. *Whatever, may as well try hiding in the crowd.* he thought to himself, pulling his shirt off. He threw the Led Zeppelin tee on the floor next to his bed, followed after a moment by a pair of tight black jeans. Cedric slid into the uniform, which whilst ridiculous in looks, felt quite comfortable. He zipped up the vest portion, buckled his belt with a large X design on it, then reached into his closet again. No outfit was complete without Cedric's lucky trenchcoat. He slid his arms through the sleeves, and reached into his coat, pulling out his clove cigarettes. He walked over to the window of his room, opened it, and grabbed hold of the bar below his window, that he'd snuck into position a few nights ago. Cedric hung out the window of his room, reached up and closed his window. Then, his arm started to slowly lengthen. He 'rappeled' down the wall, reaching the ground in only a few short moments. He let go of the bar, and let his arm slowly revert to it's normal length. After a few moments, the pack of Djarums in his left hand was remembered, and the boy opened the pack, took out a clove, and stuck it between his lips. Cedric lit the cigarette with his Zippo, and slid the pack back into his inside pocket. He started walking toward the back of the school, hiding whilst he smoked his cigarette, hoping to avoid people for a while.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:53 am
Dark_Panzer_Dragon  Stress releif via artThe examination really wasn’t much to write home about. Your standard physical came before Emma entered and began to make sure that whatever had possessed her had left no permanent damage to her mind. She appeared to have passed with flying colors and shortly after she stepped out she heard about what happened to Victor. Forellen couldn’t help but to feel somewhat guilty about what had happened as it had been from her that Victor had received the possession from even though there wasn’t anything that she could have done about it. Forellen kept telling herself that but it didn’t make her feel any better about what happened. Forellen spent some time sitting with Victor in the infirmary before Emma had sent her off to her room. The following few days though Forellen began to get headaches, not much more than a dull ache behind her eyes it happened at odd times and she didn’t really think much of it and just took a few aspirin and that took care of the problem. It wasn’t until it woke her out of a sound sleep and felt like someone was smashing her head with a hammer that Forellen figured that she might have a problem. She managed to drag herself to the infirmary barely able to keep from crying from the pain she was in. She got a painkiller and the next day was re-examined by both Emma and Elixir and it was Emma who deduced that Forellen was just feeling the after effects of the possession and just had to ride it out. So for the next two weeks she had battled those headaches. The worst of it came in the middle of the week and weekend of the first week before finally starting to ease off getting lighter and less frequent as the next week progressed. At the moment Forellen was sitting in the library working on her English homework trying to ignore the remainder of one of those headaches. She really wasn’t doing much of anything important and was really quite bored the homework was one of the easier assignments and she was dragging it out as much as she could. She had heard of the small carnival that they had planned to give the students a little something fun to do and shrugged at that a little bit. She wasn’t a big carnival person...she’d go just to be out and doing something but other than that it wasn’t really big deal with her. The lure of Logan being the star of the dunk tank was definitely tempting enough for her to actually attend the event. The man had been regularly running Forellen straight into the ground during her physical training and self defense classes. An easy day only had Forellen soaking in a hot shower or bath for about an hour to ease her aching muscles. Bad days usually meant that she wasn’t able to move the following morning and those usually happened in the middle of the week when she had to get up for classes the following morning so obviously she was not happy during those mornings. Forellen packed up her books and left the library and padded out into the hallway. She made her way to the art room and paused grabbing her easel, paints and brushes. The symbols had been removed last week and Forellen hadn’t touched her paints since then. She really felt like painting now though. So with paints and materials in hand she made her way outside to set up in a quiet little corner. Though her usual quiet corner wasn’t so quiet. As she exited the building she heard shouting, Narcissa was shouting at the Alpha Reikon. Forellen knew Narcissa wasn’t one to just randomly threaten to end someone so the Alpha had to have pushed her buttons. As she approached the scene it wasn’t quite as chaotic as she expected. “Est-ce que tout est bien?” She asked before pausing slightly making a face. A bad habit that she couldn’t shake was that she sometimes spoke French forgetting that most people didn’t speak it themselves. “Sorry, is everything alright?” She said correcting herself as she looked around.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:32 am
Angel Reaver Alpha: Reluctantly Laying Down the LawIsabella was utterly silent… Letting him speak as he willed. She rose to her feet from her seated position, her head tilting as she watched him walk around her cute little bottle pyramid. Easy? Lets make this easy? She couldn’t… Believe half of what he was saying. How could be so… So selfish. Stupid selfish. He touched her arm, and her head tilted like a hawk. “Am I all right? Do you really even care?”, she whispered, her voice echoing in the corners of the room. She was angry, visibly so… Enough that her eyes were dark, the color almost gone.
“I asked you not to go out. I told you to stay within the safety of the school grounds…”, she went on ever so slowly…Deliberately. “You don’t get it Alek. You really… Really don’t. I should have reported you when I caught you the first time sneaking out. But I trusted that you would do the right thing. Emma might be busy, but she isn’t stupid. She let it go—because I asked her to. And now that you’ve done it again, behind my back, it’s my job to teach you consequences. And don’t I look like the fool..”
“Not to mention that apparently alcohol and some kid you nearly froze to death means more to you than I do… Alek… How could you?”, she looked away from him and towards the wall, her arms coming up to wrap around herself. Bella had just started trying to reign in the Alpha’s and already they were in trouble… Here she was, having to discipline one. She knew he didn’t get it.. That she wasn’t his Bella…. That this was the Siren, who had more than earned his respect, and didn’t play games. “That poor boy could have died. He wouldn’t be in this predicament if you hadn’t brought him here. The rules are in place for a reason and they aren’t to be broken at childish whims…”
“What would have happened if Victor Creed saw how you were getting in, and followed you? Or if… If that thing that was possessing people got transferred to you? Or if it was already in that boy? And you brought it back in? Or what if you were attacked by those big red demons? Did you forget about them? That they like to eat human skin? Did you forget about the children asleep in the lower wings, depending on us to protect them?”, her eyes still hadn’t returned to him… Voice cold as it never was. She hated this… Hated scolding him. Hated having to. But knowing that if she didn’t do it right, Frost would come eventually and punish him thrice as hard. The sound of Emma and Rachel’s collective voices still rang loudly in her head.
~Shadowking.~, echoed in her mind.
It didn’t mean much to her… But she had a vague idea. Anything that terrified the senior X-Men… It was something to worry over.
“If you do this again, I’ll never forgive you. People can die from stupid mistakes. People out there are dying. I don’t want you, or anyone else to be a statistic…You’re right, I’m so disappointed in you it tears me apart… That you would put us all in danger. And not care. You were made an X-Man for a reason… And you are two steps from being demoted to another team that doesn’t do field missions. That doesn’t have the freedom, or privileges you do.”, she trailed off as she looked him over, her eyes not showing a sign of the den mother that let anything go. “I love you Alek, but this…Alcohol abuse…It ends here and now.”
The bottles suddenly started shattering, exploding away from them—Towards the door, away from herself and Alek. One right after another, the scent of alcohol filling the air—Pooling onto the floor. There was a grinding noise as picture frames started to crack… And as soon as the last liter of liquor exploded, she moved towards him, heels crushing glass. She leaned towards him, her breath coming out in a fog… “Clean this up. While your at it, ask yourself if being drunk all the time is really worth it. If I catch you so much as holding a bottle of cooking sherry... You're done.”
“And when your finished, go see Hank for a new earring. Forge isn't here. I want to see it in your ear by the time the sun goes down. There's towels, a mop, and a vacuum in the the hall closet.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:38 am
Alpha’s: Hate on me Haters...Alek jumped with the shattering of the first couple of bottles. It took him a quick second to realize what it was that was happening. To realize that Bella was causing his escape from the world to shatter, broken glass scattering across the floor, crunching under the weight of the heels that supported Bella’s delicate being. He glared at her, as she walked towards him, the room becoming cold, her warm breath white… ghost like. The last thing on his mind was a new earring. He was being told to not go out… to not drink… No… Alek was old enough to do what he wanted. To come and go as he pleased. He didn’t like being told to stay still. What good was life with out it’s risks. If he really did lead something that shouldn’t be here… here… and the security and people here couldn’t protect those that Bella spoke of, were they really all that safe to begin with? Alek couldn’t be found at fault for that. Alek didn’t look to anyone as he walked around getting what he needed to clean up the mess Bella left in his room. He spoke to no one, just plotted the revenge in his mind. She ruined his room. Sure he had lots of alcohol in his room, but now his room had an unruly stench. He rarely spilt anything, with the floor… was bound to be ruined. It was sopping wet. Brooms and mops were not going to really dry up the sopping carpet. Alek just thought of what he could do to get back at her. The love she had showed to him the past was long gone in his mind. His mind raced with thoughts of activating a sprinkler, or pulling a hose into her room… drenching it. Flooding it… and then with one quick release… ice. Everything would be ruined. Alek didn’t care that this would be three times worse than what was done to him; it just brought some corrupted peace to his mind. Not that he would do it… He would probably end up deaf and dumb… and Bella didn’t have the gall to attack him for it Emma would… or Scott. It took a long time to get his room even remotely clean. But the smell… even it was near unbearable to Alek, so he could only imagine how it smelt to his neighbors… to those walking the hall. He was with out a door… so it just vented into the hallways. The smell… lingers… suffocates. Alek was… more than just pissed. He had to stop what he was doing several times, to just prevent himself of screaming and with that sound he knew an arctic winter would meet the school grounds… or the immediate area. He wasn’t sure at the moment. Half satisfied with the work he did, he walked down the hall with the trash bags full of broke dripping glass (that he unceremoniously slammed against Bella’s door, making sure some of the alcohol landed on the floor in front of her door) and headed to the under belly of the school to dispose of the bags. The hengar housed a large dumpster that lots of things were thrown. Sure Alek was not supposed dispose of this here… but he didn’t care. He dumped it along with all the scraps from the repair jobs that had been done to the many vehicles. It brought a smile to his face… Bella’s charade would cause some difficulties for Forge how sorted through the scraps for repairs. Forge was next on his list. He had to get a new earring, to keep his powers in check. He took the long way out. Walking outside, and through one of Ororo’s many gardens… The garden was beautiful… was. With a corrupted grin Alek bit the bottom of his lip as he walked through… releasing a surge of his power as he walked. A layer of frost coating the flowers as he walked. Turning the once green garden into a barren white tundra. He passed a fountain out front at the school. The statues pouring water into the well that collected and pumped the water back up the statues to continue the cycles. He let his hand pass over the stone as he walked around it towards the front door. Frost formed over the stone as the water inside started to freeze and swell. The base of the large fountain cracked. He planned to make it clear that they didn’t want to keep Alek locked away like a little bird. Alek needed to fly, go where he felt he belonged. Even here at the school he didn’t quite belong… fit in. In the real world he didn’t fit in as a mutant, at the school his choice in companionship alienated him. It was just taking a toll. He never felt so… welcomed at the club he had been going to. All anyone cared about was his body. No one cared if he was mutant. He didn’t look like one and that’s all that mattered. That’s what he was paid for. His body. Black and white. They didn’t want any stories. As long as you could dance and look good doing it you were family. Alek walked into Dr McCoy's office, with out so much as knocking. “I think I need a new power dampener.” Stated. “I just took a nice calm relaxing walk through Ororo’s garden… well its not so green anymore. I tried to take a breather resting against the fountain out front… and now its cracked and cold. Help?” Alek lied right through his teeth. His voice and body language not supporting his lie. “I know you got some sort of back up here somewhere. Just do us both a favor and give it to me. That way Bella will be happy once again. God forbid she be unhappy…” He rolled his eyes and picked something up and looked at it half curious but just put it down. Hank spun around. “Right…” He said not really wanting to get into it with Alek. He had far more pressing matters to worry about than some childish tantrum of a boy who thought he knew everything. He stood up and walked over to a small box and tossed it to Alek. “That one should work better...Forge left a few spares for everyone with dampeners. Guess your lucky… huh? To try out a prototype. Careful you don’t short it out.” He crossed his arms staring at Alek. “Im going to call you in a few hours to explain how you were able to bypass all our securities. I was told it would be best to let you cool off first. So if you would.” Hank pointed to the door and sat back down and started back at his computer. Alek rolled his eyes with a grunt and left the room. “What ever…” He stuttered shaking his head, as he put the earring into his ear. This one… a little different. A small crystal with a soft blue glow at the base, giving it a shivering look. When it was in place, Alek felt his powers surge into it. His body started to grow warmer. “That’s… better.” He said aloud to no one in particular.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 9:54 am
Omega: Academy - Time Jump  For the first time this week, Kerrigan was feeling better. While she managed to hold it together enough to go to classes, even those that did not know her could tell that she was not feeling well in the slightest. For already pale skin finally lost the gray tint that washed her out even more, matted curls finally primped and brushed through. Despite being sick beyond all belief (she was hardly ever ill), she was glad that things were mended between Carlos and Cissa. Through the Sudafed and Mucinex induced stupor, she caught a sense of normalcy starting to return in her circle of friends, and it was comforting to her. It at least made her want to get better the rest of the week, even if her ill state didn't seem to matter regarding her homework load. Thankfully, some of her professors had a heart and gave her a bit of an extension. Now, finally sending off her last paper via e-mail, she closed her laptop, stretching her arms over her head with a soft grunt. This redhead was officially caught up from their previous adventures, and feeling better than ever. She heard something about a carnival at some point, and made a mental note to ask Cissa about it at some point. Running her fingers through her curls, the redhead set out into the hallways, heeled boots clicking softly against the floor with each step. A black t-shirt hugged every curve, blue jeans almost completely hiding her boots from view with each step she took. There was a subtle sway in her hips and bounce in her step that only reinforced how good she was feeling -- Kerri was back in the game. Messing her fingers back through her hair, Kerrigan headed outside to the ground, intending to take in some sunshine and see how some of the other Omegas were holding up. Unfortunately, as she entered the back gardens, she saw Cissa heading back towards the school, a new Omega on her heels. Behind her, she could see Reikon on top of some other girl, green eyes traveling back to the blonde with a knowing look. The streak of mud in her hair said it all, and all Kerrigan could think was how stupid that Alpha had to be to keep pushing her buttons. One day, that feud would have to either end or one of them would destroy the other. Her money was on Cissa. Carlos was the next one to come up, putting his arm around [bCissa with a blatant intent to silently warn the new guy against getting too attached to his sun goddess. She smiled, seeing the two together, and was glad to know that the whole mess was completely behind them now -- it was not something she imagined in her medicated stupor. " Fresh meat," she said with a small grin, coming up next to the small group and giving them all a small grin. Her eyes travelled over the newcomer, almost as if sizing him up before she stepped back into a relaxed posture, hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans. A soft grin still tugged at the corner of her lips as she tossed red curls over her shoulders, extending her hand towards the new comer. She knew how intimidating Cissa could be on the first meeting, so she was glad when Forellen also arrived on the scene, speaking in french and asking if everything was alright. " I'm Kerrigan, Knoxx in field missions. Looks like you're having quite the eventful initiation," she said with a small glance back at the form of Reikon moving to get off the new Alpha girl. Of course, she knew that he was not involved with whatever happened here, but he seemed like a man of few words, and she wanted to draw something out of him. She saw his eyes travel back to the pair as well, seeming on edge and looking for an attack. It made her features soften slightly in understanding -- being careful like that would help them in field missions, for sure.
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