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Xaviers School OOC

Proffesor Xavier's school was so popular throughout the year's, many others just like it branched off throughout the world, built in the likeness of the original crafted by the genious that is Proffesor X.

The year is 2008, and the last nail barely hit the floorboards to finish the academy before the door's had opend. This Academy was one of the first built in the likeness of Xaviers company of aiding students around the world. Built in a secluded spot along the hills of Ireland, this castle-like academy (even though placed in a far from public area) attracts many gifted youngsters from the area, and out of state alike. No background was rejected.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane

"Home sweet home..." Jay murmurred, two heavy leather bags in each arm, his left forearm coverd nearly completly with blue tattoo ink, forming dark waves- almost shadows swirling acrost his skin, leaving open spots that seemed to form claws dragging at the skin the tattoo's were planted acrost. The mutant mark, popular amongst teenage mutants whom wish to show their difference.

Just the blooming age of 18, Jay had trouble maker written all over his body. His physique was rather well toned, the boy standing a even 6ft in height. Chest was adorned with a black t-shirt fit tight against his chest, blood red letters in a scratch design were printed acrost the front reading out the band name 'Job For a Cowboy'. Normal white stereo headphones were held around his neck, the wire winding down the front, snaking into the CD player in his back pocket. Long, light blonde- almost white hair was thrown behind him, nearly reaching past his mid back.

Black jeans hung abit below his white boxers, held tight in place by a silver chipped studded belt. A long wallet chain strung down the left side of his pants, struck at the belt loop and lost in the depths of his back pocket such as the CD player. "Where might I get a Dorm, and who am I roomin' with?" He asked the front desk, the lady smiling back at him.

"Name?"

"Jay Rindsof."

He retorted almost instantly, the woman seeming to be adgitated by the noise blasting from the headphones. Jay's dark eyes stared her down, a smirk twisting acrost his chisled visage.

"Gifts?" She asked. The smirk on Gelal's lips turned into a frown, the boy shifting his weight.

"Electricity." He spoke up again, this time his eagerness faded slightly.

"Excellent. You will be in room 122, west wing. You may wait here in the lobby, and greet your roommate."

"And who may my roommate be?" he asked, not catching onto what she had meant by waiting for them. "Well, the next arrival will be suited in the same room. If it be female.. we'll then play nice." Jay noddedd, sitting back in a blue chair, adjusting the headphones on his ears indulging in the sweet synphonies of the band 'Slayer'

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane

Brandon walked into the school, he had already been attending for two years and saw the newcomer in the chair. "Hey man what's going on. Welcome to the Academy, My name's Brandon what's yours?" Brandon had on Black slacks and nice dress shoes with a blue and black striped dress shirt, unbuttoned at the cuffs. His short black hair was spiked and he had an expensive looking watch. All tokens from the money he had sued his dad for.

"So how did Xavier pick you up?"

Jay's eyes caught the newcomer entering the door, hands reaching up slowly as he dragged the headphones off and onto his neck.

"My name's Brandon what's yours?"

"Names Jay..." He grunted, standing up shake the newcomers hand. A odd difference could be seen between the two. Jay's astonishing long hair and black attire mix-matched next to the preppish, 'I have money' look of Brandon.

"So how did Xavier pick you up?"

Jay stood with a blank look acrost dark brown eyes for a few moments, as if he was recalling a situation he had attempted many times to forget. A situation of blood, mayhem and mistrust. Snapping out of it after a few moments, Jay's gruff voice responded slowly.

"Misconception between two partys. He gave me a way out of captivity.."

Jay held his wrist's outward to show the burns the plastic handcuffs hand left in his skin from the tightness the guards had them at.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane

As the two are talking a limo pulls up in front of the school. Cairi Jenkins is inside with her mother.
"I can't believe we found a school for you." Her mother said hugging Cairi
"Me either." Cairi said, hugging her mother and taking a look through the window at the school. "So this is it huh?" She put her sunglasses on and looked back at her mother.
"Yes this is the address they gave us." Her mother laughed nervously.
"No," Cairi sighed. "This is it for us isn't it..."
"What?" Her mother looked away from Cairi. "Of...Of course not sweety, I'll be back to pick you up when you're ready."
She didn't know how, but she knew that she would never see her mother again. The weird thing is that she was glad...
"Bye mommy..." Cairi hugged her mother again and exited the limo. The driver popped the trunk and set the large bag on the ground next to Cairi. "Thanks." She waved at the driver, but he didn't reply. She slung the bag around her shoulder and walked towards the main entrance. The closer she got the more the butterflies in her stomach multiplied. This is it... She took a deep breath, opened the door,and stepped inside. There were already two boys in the room talking to each other. She set down her bag and slid her glasses in the side pocket. "Hello," She waved at the two boys. "My name is Cairi."

OOC: Hope this is alright, I'm tired lolz

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Brandon looked at the marks and whistled, "That was about to be me no offense man. You and I are both lucky that Xavier got to us when he did. "Brandon pulled his shirt collar back to reveal a scar burned onto his neck in the shape of a crown. "Gang sign, meant for the Miami Kings, Not one day after Xavier pulled me out of there did the cops bust the place, and the cops down there, ain't to friendly to gang bangers."

When the girl walked in Brandon smiled at her and waved, "What you new too? My name's Brandon, if you need anything don't be afraid to ask. He smiled at the girl then looked back at Jay. "That goes for you too if you need anything I can probably help you."

"Hello Brandon," Cairi smiled shaking his hand. "I've never been here before...or met anyone with powers either...I don't even know what to do..." She took a deep breath and observed her surroundings. The place has A/C...Good vibe...And cute boys...She smiled. "But I think I'll like it here!" She examined the other boy, who looked almost to be the opposite of Brandon. "So you come here a lot Brandon?" She smiled looking into his (idk what color) eyes. She was already missing home, and her mother. But she had to get over that because she was never going back, she assumed that Xavier could arrange permanent residence with one of the students somehow...at least she hoped...

OOC: Are we the only ones posting?

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Brandon smiled and looked at her with his bright blue eyes. "Really, you haven't met anyone with powers huh?" Brandon pulled a quarter out of his pocket and showed it to her then flipped it, when it reached its peak height Brandon emitted an invisible energy field from his hand and stopped the quarter to almost no movement, even with gravity. "I call it a time bubble, I control anything in it and i can send it out to about twenty feet." He released the field and let the quarter fall into his hand then he passed it to her. "Keep it with my regards. And yes Professor Xavier will find a perfect place for you, I mean he brought you here didn't he?" Brandon smiled at her again.

OOC: right now yes

"He brought us all here, my freind." came the lightly french accented voice of James across the room.

The sunlight extruding from the doorway made him appear as a shadow, but eventually gave way as eyes adjusted to his dark figure leaning against the side of the open doorway. He was looking down as usual, hands in the pockets of his large A7X hoody with nothing but a white bat skull on the back of it. James stood at about 5'8", with a slim, not very muscular build. His pitch black hair was left to dangle down almost to his dark rimmed, hazel eyes. His black t-shirt under the hoody consisted of a grim reaper with glowing green eyes. And his crisp slightly baggy jeans were only a tiny bit sagged, with a silver wallet chain draping over the left side. On his left wrist, was a black digital watch with a tiny crack near the top right. And finally, his completely black, skateboard style nike shoes.

James was carrying one large, cylindrical bag strapped from left shoulder to right waist, which was about a foot high and two feet long. And, from right shoulder to left side, hung a smaller game tranport pack, containing a PS2, and an assortmant of different games and some hand written cheats for each of them.


"Or else we might not be here. Hey Jay, still keeping in trouble."

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You read it, you can't unread it.

Derrick looked up at the building; his new 'home' for the next year. He sighed and walked in through the door, looking at three people. "So... who do I end up with?" He asked, sitting down. Derrick started making symbols in the air that glowed for a second before dissipating. That was why he was here, wherever here is. At least he was cool in his white hoody. If it was dark, like that other kid's, he would be burning up; it was a hundred degrees or so outside. He pulled the hood off and laid back on the bench, closing his eyes and ending the symbols. On the front of his hoody was a large red cross. His jeans were wrinkly, like he slept in them, which he thought he did; he didn't remember.