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"Well," Cairi laughed, taking a look around the room. "What can everyone do?" She tried to guess what kind of powers everyone would have, but was doing bad at it. She kept worrying that her power would weird everyone out...like maybe she was the only one who could do anything 'out of the ordinary'. She didn't know if everyone could do neat parlor tricks, or move cars with their mind like she could. "Is that a weird question to ask?" her face changed from giddy and excited, to worried. Am I coming off weird? I can't let that be a first impression! She let out a quiet gasp and then took a deep breath. "Well," She smiled holding her hand over her bag. "Telekinesis..." She brought her bag out in front of her face. She moved it around the room, making sure everyone could see. "Neat huh?"

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Joshua leaned against the front passenger door, eager to get out of the car. In the black jaguar car, the heat was unbearable in the leather interior.
'Roastingg. We almost there?' Joshua asked Carlane, his hired 'nanny'.
'Yeah, it's behind those trees.' Caralane said, indicating her left hand to a group of tall trees hiding the Xaviers institute.
Joshua looked at the trees, seeing through to the mansion.
'Ohh. I've seen bigger.' Joshua laughed.
Carlane soon drove into a parking space, and Joshua pushed the door to his side open, upwards.
'This is going to be a good year.' Renwick said, excitedly.
'Remember, your mother said you should just go to the front desk and ask for your room number, and give your name. And she doesn't want you hanging around with any hooligans.' Carlane said, making her way to the back of Jaguar, pushing up the boot of the car.
Joshua took his suitcase, and slid up the handle of it, and began to walk along towards the steps to the school.
Without even a goodbye to his carer, he jogged up the steps with his suitcase. Carlane drove away behind the array of trees back to the airport.
Joshua passed through the modern doors of the institute, and walked through the Lobby to the front desk.

'Hey, can I have my dorm number? Joshua asked the receptionist, unable to stop smiling for some reason.
'Joshua Renwick.' He added before she could ask for his name.
'Dorm number.. 100.' The receptionist replied after a few clicks and taps at her PC.
'Nice round number. Do you know where this room is?' Joshua asked her.
'Through the lobby, go through the door in front of you, up the staircase, take a left from that floor down the corridor and go along to 100..' She replied instantaneously.
'Thank-you.' Joshua replied, turning and walking with the suitcase as it clicked behind him to the lobby.

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Brandon smiled as the bag went in front of his face, "That is neat. There are quite a few psychics here though,they have their own class now." He pulled his collar as the heat blasted in when the doors opened again. A rich kid walked in this time, you could tell by his stance and his look. "Hey man room 100 looks like you'll be bunking with me. I'll show you where to go." He looked at Cairi, "You can come with us if you want. Just don't get caught by Logan."

Bunking with him?
'Assuming 'bunking' means sharing a room with, I doubt it.
I never registered for a shared room. My room is singular.' Joshua replied.

Sharing a room. Do I look homeless.Joshua thought.
Joshua continued forward up the grand staircase to the second floor of the mansion, making his way to his room.
Pushing the door open, he saw a white painted room.
In front of him, a window take over almost all of a wall, showing a view of the stretch of woodland below and the courtyard.
An extension to his left showed a small kitchen, modern and glassy. The white carpet stood out below the black, cleanly vacuumed rug. He looked across to his silver, metallic bed.
Crap. It's one room and a half. Suppose that's what it's like in those strange American dorms. Wonder where they eat. I'll go ask the receptionist later.. He thought

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Derrick looked up at the floating booksack. He just shook his head and started playing with her blood flow. "I think you know what I do, then?" He asked, laughing as he got up and asked the lady behind the front desk what his room number was. He said his name and waited.

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Jay remained silent in the lobby, although his position ahd changed from sitting down to standing up-right, his earphones now crossed from his ears around his neck. His dark eyes followed the faces as students poured in, greeting the little bulik of students with him. Sheepishly, Jay crossed his arms behind his back to hide the sprawling tattoo's of his mutant mark- they would all know he took place in the revolution.

James' familiar face passed by his, a sinister grin thrown over Jay's lips wich caused his uneffective hiding of the mark to subside. He wasnt alone.

"Look who got off just easy easy as me." Jay hummed with obvious familiarity of the man. Memories of barren streets filled with squad cars turned pitch black, visibility nearly impossible- only to be broken by bolts of lightning, sneak attacking the cars' gas tanks and helpless footsoldiers began flooding his mind. Who ever said that evil didnt involve team work?

"Hair grew abit since the Revolution though.. shit, it's been what fifteen months bro'?" Jay laughed, pulling his fingers through the ridiculous length of his nearly albino hair.

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Brandon sighed as all the new kids started talking and walked off putting a hand up to touch his tattoo. He thought of his old home and of the gang he had left behind. "Two years," he muttered to himself and then walked into a practice room. It had been built specifically for him and multiple clocks adorned the wall. "Ok, let's see if I can't do it now." He sent the field out of his right hand at one clock, speeding up the time on the internal mechanisms until the clock went through hours as if they were seconds. He then turned to another clock and sent a different wave, this one slowed the mechanisms. He smiled. "I got it I finally got..." His words were cut short as he felt the control slipping away. "Oh hell no!" Brandon gritted his teeth against the strain but finally felt the last amount of control leave him and then the field flew back into his body. He screamed feeling his pulse start to slow, his thoughts became slow as well and he seemed to fall for an hour before hitting the ground. He hoped someone had heard him as he felt his pulse almost slow to a stop.

((OOC: thought i'd make it interesting lol))

Victoria was late; and she hated being late.

The school building looked pleasant enough, and in her eyes she could see nothing special; but this was where she had been told to go, so this was where she had come.

"Name," said the receptionist, not really looking at her.

"Victoria Emmett," said Victoria Emmett.

She heard a thud and turned around; nothing seemed out of place.

"Did anybody hear that?" She asked the group of students hanging around the foyer.

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Derrick looked at the girl who had arrived. "I didn't hear anythin'" He said, turning back to the receptionist. "Derrick Heath," he said, telling her his talent next. "Healing," He remarked, not looking excited about this entire thing.. "Room 107," she said boredly, not even paying attention to him. He shrugged and looked at the new girl. "What noise are you talkin' 'bout?" He asked her, looking confused.

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"I thought I heard something fall," Victoria said, but she was becoming confused now.

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