[Reboot]The X-Men Academy[High-Casual]

[Suspect]

The OOC.

Chapter 1: The Return That No One Saw Coming.

Monday. 5:43 A.M.

Matthew was in the main lobby, laughing and talking amongst the other older students about their grades and just things in general. Soon after, Storm came up behind them, excusing Matthew to follow her to her office. Once in there, she closed the door and walked to her desk, Matthew sat down in a chair, looking into the eyes of Storm. "Now that I have you here..." He took a pause to scoot up to her desk, her hands clasped together. "I see that you have a real gift with the kids. They seem to love you but I want you to try to move away from the older kids and mingle with the other age groups, okay?" Matthew nodded then rose up from his seat to leave but Storm raised her hand up for him to hold on a minute and sit back down. "I also heard about your recent demonstration..." Before she could Matthew wanted to explain himself. "Well, they question my ability so I wanted to show them what I was made of." Storm slid her chair back then rose up to her feet as she spoke, getting a little bit upset. "Next time, try to control yourself. Understood?" She rose a brow then waited for him to answer, which he did with a nod as she dismissed him.

When exiting the office, he ran up the stairs and to his room, closing the door behind him then jumping into his bed, where he would curl up, his knees touching his chest. On his knees was a Sketch Pad, he took out a lead pencil and started sketching as he waited for classes to start.

[Brigantia]

The girl--Kit was ninety percent sure that her name was Tara--leaned across the gear shift and grabbed a handful of his t-shirt, pulling Kit in for a kiss as hot as the cherry red paint job of her daddy's Camaro. "God, I love this car," Kit murmured when they finally came up for air.

She grinned and smacked him in the shoulder. "You're an ass."

Kit shrugged. "Usually I'm a really nice guy, but this car; it's almost a gorgeous as you are." She giggled and and released his shirt, mouthing the words "call me" as Kit climbed out of the car, giving the '69 Camaro one last, loving caress before he turned and headed for the front gates of the school. He almost wished he could call her, if only to get another chance behind the wheel of the Camaro, but he'd spun enough lies last night to get in the driver's seat--and the back seat--that a second date was not a good idea. He'd started out by lying about his age and his interest in some TV singing competition that Tara--or was it Tamara--was obsessed with, progressed to lying about his tattoo and his scar, and finished up this morning with lying about why he was having her drop him off in front of a fancy private school. He'd told her he was a teacher at the school, when the reality was he was more of a freeloader than anything these days. He'd technically graduated, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to do next with his life, so he'd just sort of stuck around, waiting for something.

Through the gates, Kit stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked up the gravel driveway to the mansion. Even if it had been a one-night stand, it had been a good one. He waved to a few students who were out and about on the grounds before he made his way back inside to the place he'd come to think of as home.

[Solemn]

Before the Sun had bothered to rear its head Jux had already finished meditating, two different katas, and had just finished making breakfast and two pots of coffee. Stress lines still threatened her hazel eyes, around the same area the bags had moved in; she gave a soft sigh as the toast popped up, ready for the buttering. With a book in one hand and a fork in the other, she began to study the human lungs; with this she could close someone's lungs if needed - or fill change the air in them to liquid, or...save a life. It had multiple applications and they interested and terrified her at the same time; would the former use ever actually come into play? Could she do that to someone? She set the book down and closed it for the remainder of the meal, eyes at half-mass.

After doing her dishes and grabbing her second cup of coffee, and after other students started to pour into the kitchen, she went back upstairs to change out of her pajamas. She slipped into a white summer dress and pulled on her favorite combat boots - the irony was lost on her, it just seemed comfortable and most importantly? It was her choice. Perhaps she was actually getting used to this whole 'being on her own' thing, in as loose a sense as possible. Jux grabbed her messenger bag with her notebooks, laptop and tablet headed for class.

Jux took her place at a desk in the front and sat down, with her knees locked together and toes pointed inward. She set the notebook out with a pencil on one side, pulled that laptop out and set it on the desk and placed the tablet on her lap, resting against the desk. It may have seemed excessive and well...terribly rich, but she made use of everything. She could quickly draw a diagram on the tablet and transfer it to her laptop with ease, she could take pictures with it as well if needed (naturally the shutter sound was turned off). She did scratch work in the notebook, usually in French, and sometimes theory crafting, and on the laptop she took notes and bundled data. Plus if she got bored she could play with the molecules in the paper...though, she learned not to make it combustible with oxygen.

[emptychronicles]

With a well-aimed blow, the punching bag reared far back as it could reach for the hundredth time. Cassandra let out her breath quietly, steadying the punching bag as it swung back. She unwrapped her bandaged hands, she had no need for boxing gloves, and headed into the bathroom, wanting to wash the sweat off of her body. She'd been awake since early morning, when the sun was far from rising. Now she had to get ready for school.

After a long bath, she got into a decent pair of clothes: a black T-shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. She surrounded her eyes with eyeliner, that being the only sort of make-up she ever used, and clasped her favorite studded cuff around her left wrist. She swore the cuff could double as a weapon, but she had no need for weapons. She herself was already one, and she was glad of that.

With one last look at the mirror to make sure she looked the way she wanted, she walked out of her room and made her way to the kitchen. The coffee machine was already empty so she made another pot, making sure to pour herself enough to last the day without slumping to the floor in tiredness. She has been awake for a couple of hours. Okay. She's been awake since last night. It wasn't her fault, though, that she couldn't sleep. No matter how much she tried, no matter how tired she felt, she just couldn't.

A tablespoon of sugar and two of creamer and her coffee was perfect. She didn't want it to taste sweet. She wanted it to taste subtle and creamy, with a touch of bitterness that would surely wake her tired body up. She finished the cup in one go, almost smirking with satisfaction at its delicious taste, before making a second one and pouring it into a paper cup. She headed down into the basement, having only a split-second to decide whether she should just skip classes and go straight to the training room.

"Classes," she muttered, veering left and into the classroom, taking up her usual seat at the very left of the front row.

[Viszik]

Beep Beep Beep The alarm beside James bed rang loudly. He let out a loud groan as he rolled over and look at the clock he stuck out his hand, attempting to turn it off but sent it flying off the nightstand. James immediately jumped out of bed. “Whoops” He said looking at the clock scratching the back of his head. “Ugh, it’s too early for this, close enough” He slowly climbed out of bed and threw on a dark long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He looked in the mirror and brushed his hair down a little bit so he didn’t look like he just rolled out of bed. Although, he knew he wasn’t fooling anybody. He quickly threw on his shoes, grabbed his bag and left his room.

James despite sleeping in, couldn’t have been more excited for classes to start. He loved this school, everything about it. He wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world, although his laziness sometimes showed otherwise. But that was just who he is. As James was walking down the hallway he ran into Bobby, or Iceman as the X-men called him. “Hey Bobby! Time for class, how do I look?” He said to him as he slipped by him and continued down the hallway. “You look awful man!” Bobby yelled back laughing and giving him a slight wave. “Well I do what I can with what I got” James quickly replied as he headed down the stairs, turned the corner and walked into a classroom. He walked in and took his seat in the second row in the middle. He looked at the people in front of him. Matthew,Cassandra, and Jux,who looks like she brought an entire software store to class with her.

“Good morning everybody” James said as he sat down and threw his messenger bag on the desk.
((I’m assuming we all know each other or at least know each other’s names since we have all been at this school for a couple years, I will edit this post if not))

[Suspect]

It was now time for class, Matthew threw on a red t-shirt and black jeans, along with black shoes. He pounded his fist into his hand before looking into the mirror, typing his blonde locks up in a ponytail then sighing softly as he heard the giggles and laughter of the other kids. "Filthy little.." He shook his head then went over to his door, after grabbing his sketch pad and colored pencils, even a notebook. He opened up his door, walking through it and closing it tight, one of the kids bumped into him. "Sorry." The kid said as Matthew knelt down beside him and grabbed him on the shoulder, smiling. "It's alright kid. Just be careful next time, alright?" The little boy smiled the nodded happily as he scurried off. Matthew had a disgusted look placed upon his face as he entered the classroom. "Hello there, scums." He said as Professor Hank walked right in after him. "We are not Scums, Mr. Matthew. Now please, take your seat." Professor Hank waved his hand dismissively towards Matthew's assigned seat, at the front of the class.

As class went on, Matthew sat there, his pencil tapping on the desk then went into his mouth, between his lips. When Professor Hank stopped lecturing, he raised his hand and he was called on. "Do you think The Cure is permanent?" He asked as some of the students gasped then also went to wondering the same exact thing. "I'm sorry, I can't answer that. Now as I was saying..." Matthew interrupted him again as a female voice then filled the air. "Matthew, stop it please. This class has nothing to do with the cure." It was Storm. Matthew shrugged his shoulders then folded his arms, leaning back in his desk.

His attitude was getting the best of him now.

[King Serperior]

After about five weeks of walking, hitchhiking, and stowing away, Tobias finally arived at the institute. Upon seeing the sheer size of the gate itself, Tobias felt the first hint of fear. After a couple of deep breaths, Tobias walked up to the visual panel beside the gate and pressed the "Call" button. After a couple of minutes, a stern looking woman's face appeared on the screen.

"Hello. Who are you, young man?"
"I am...um...Tobias. I was...um...told to come here. That this place holds answers for me."

After saying the last word, Tobias raised an arm and extended the bone in his pointer finger by about 3 inches, the retracted it. The gates opened instantly and Tobias was told to procede to the entrance of the main building.

Tobias nodded at the now blank screen and began walking down the pathway. He heard a slam as the gates closed behind him......

Soon, he made his way to the building and paused at the doors to a large lobby-like room. He sighed, took a deep breath, and opened the doors.....

[Solemn]

Jux was drawing a diagram with her left hand in the tablet, jotting down notes and staring at her screen - essentially oblivious to the surrounding world. At a glance anyway. She could never be truly distracted, but it helped to multitask in such a fashion when she could feel everything. The tap of the pen, every desk, the teacher's vibrating vocal chords. It was a constant draw to her, the urge to manipulate the atomic structure of the things around her. It was quite awful, like literally having your hand in everything in your general vicinity. Still, it served to keep her very alert. If she wasn't, she might accidentally turn the oxygen in a classmate's lungs to chlorine.

As the class started, she shifted her attention to the teacher and the rather rude Matthew, who drew more attention to himself than necessary with banal comments of the seeming self-loathing nature. He mentioned 'the cure', which she had studied heavily. It seemed more of a genetic virus than an actual 'cure' and she had no interest in something else manipulating her genes than nature already had. When she first heard of it, sure...she was curious, but something always comes at a cost. She could help more people this way, that's what she was training to do - her inner tangent brought her attention away from the class and, without noticing, she'd drawn the token X-symbol in both the tablet and her notepad. "<Shit>," she whispered in quick French, beginning to erase both.

[Viszik]

James, who has been about half asleep before Matthew busted into class, jumped forward from his relaxing position and began giving his full attention to his surroundings. James didn’t really know Matthew, but from what he could tell the guy was prick. But, James had to admit he had a way of keeping class interesting. Everyone had heard about this cure and as much as James hated it, it was a topic that was causing divide. Some people, like James, looked at their ability as a gift and this “cure” was an insult and a threat that the government was holding over them. Others looked at this cure as an answer to a curse, or an end to a bigger threat.
But the issue of the cure was irrelevant right now it has nothing to do with this class. Although, James really had no clue what this class was talking about anyways. He couldn't help however letting out a slight chuckle at the class, between Matthew’s outbursts and the quiet cursing he heard from Jux in front of him.
"Something funny James?" Hank said to James, pausing his lesson for a moment.
"No sir, just enjoying the class" James replied with a smile before looking down and facing his notebook, which at this point had nothing but a few doodles on it.

[King Serperior]

After walking into the lobby, I looked around, taking note of my surroundings. The carpet was rather thick, there were pictures of some bald guy along the back of the room, and the tables appeared to be made of Mohogany, though I wouldn't swear on it. I heard sounds coming from close by and peeked around the corner. I saw many people about my age carrying books, talking, and rushing back and forth.

"Jeeze, what is this place?" I thought as I kept moving, staying out of sight from people the best I could. Soon, I found myself in a small kitchen-like area. The fridge door was open and there was some short, stocky guy crouched down digging for something. I got closer, hid behind a shelf, and heard him muttering, "Now, where the hell is my Whiskey? Ah, here it is. Damn it! It's not cold. Maybe I'll drag Frosty out of his class......."

He suddenly stopped talking. I strained to hear more, but I heard nothing. After about a minute, I raised myself up to look at the fridge. He wasn't there. Suddenly, I felt something grab my shirt and drag me over the floor. I looked up to see the guy holding three knives between his fingers.

"And just who the hell are you?" he asked.

Before I could say anything, I heard a voice with a Southern accent call out, "Hey, Logan! What do you think you're doin'?"

"Yes, Logan, what are you doing? I believe that you are threatening a new student." said a calm, but stern voice. I look up and see that it is that "Storm" lady that I heard about before.....