The Ashford Institute for the Gifted

The day before classes.

The fancy gates of the Ashford Institute for the Gifted opened up five days ago and mutants from all over the world began to arrive and settle in to their new homes. Some of the students have come from homes that accepted their "gifts" and allowed them to come here to hone their abilities and learn to better control their mutations, while others have come from less accepting environments and have been banished from their homes and forced here as punishment for what they are; most though come from somewhere in between. This is a place of sanctuary for our kind, mutant kind, and like the Xavier School stands as a place of hope and privacy to those like you. It's a school, a training facility, and hopefully it will become a home for the students that have left their lives behind to come here. Whatever happens though it will be an interesting journey to say the least. This is a fresh start for you all; a new era if you will.

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Nathan looks on at his journal as he finishes up the last line of the song he has been working on for the last few days. It's one about the darkness of the world and the way things are as opposed to how they should be, and he can here the sound of the music in his head as he sings the lyrics internally. If only he was brave enough to sing them out loud he new that he would like what he heard because in all honesty he had a pretty good singing voice but he just didn't want to share it...he didn't want to open himself up the possibility that someone reject the only thing about himself that he really liked.

Looking up from the old school, leather bound journal he looks around the incredibly impressive student lounge inside the dormitory building; there was everything from pool tables to a bowling alley and everything in between, and currently there were more than a dozen students around; hanging out, getting to know one another, and having fun like normal people. All of these people and all of these things to do and Nathan was sitting alone in the back corner of the room just hoping that no one would wander his way. Being his first time truly away from home he hasn't quite figured out how to adjust to all of this, and more importantly he dreaded the idea that he would actually have to at some point. Especially since in just a few hours they would all be attending the first official event of the school year, the "Welcoming Banquet", and yes it's mandatory...he checked. The thought of attending such a thing gave him shivers down his spine as he looked back down to his journal and began erasing the beautiful song that he had just finished.

Maddox wiped his forehead as he stood up, oil and grease getting smeared a bit. Classic rock music was echoing through out the garage and out the large open doors as he connected the battery. Turning the Ignition switch on he reached up and pushed in the starter. The motor turned with it's high pitched cranking before the spark plugs fired and the bike roared to life. Listening to it he smiled running his hand along the Fuel tank "No somos, eso es una buena chica. Te tengo algunas nuevas buenas Cams, darle toda esa hermosa combustible una niña en crecimiento necesita." he smiled as he stood back. The panels of his GSXR were on the ground leaving the motor bare before he killed the engine. "now, lets get you dressed" he said as she started to place the panels back onto his bike.

It didn't take him long to finish up, this first time his bike had been in one piece since he got here. He had a fair amount of routine service to do, as well as the fact that it was a long ride out here so he had to change the oil, replace the valves and install his new cams. "And maybe if we can find good machine shop, we can bore out those cylinders and get some new pistons. Think of it like an early Christmas present." he said smiling as he grabbed a rag and washed some of the oil and grease off of his hands. "Bueno, eso es todo por ahora, que me están haciendo asistir a algún banquete estúpido" He wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans as he threw the rag over his shoulder and walked up. Hitting the power button on the radio he then closed the door "Buenas noches mi Amelia" he said before walking back into the main building.

Still covered in oil and grease he walked by people, one student even giving him a funny look He grunted walking past him as he made his way to the dorm. Walking past the student lounge he spotted his cousin as he decided to drop in. "I see you are being the ever social butterfly Nate" Some students looking at him as he was covered in grease and oil, and probably smelled like a shop. He looked around and grunted some before growling a bit. "Dios estas personas son molestos" he said under his breath looking down at Nate.

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Jack strode down the middle of the hall towards the student lounge. His long legs came to a stop in front of the closed door. He stared at the door. It was a nice door. Probably a very old door too. It certainly looked old. He wanted to kick it open. That would be pretty cool. Nobody could ever forget an entrance like that. Unless they had short-term memory loss. Then he supposed they could forget about an epic entrance. Although they may just make an exception for him and his entrance. He was special after all.

While staring at the door, Jack was surprised when a short red-haired girl approached him from behind. "You just going to stare at the door? Found something more interesting than going in?" Recovering quickly Jack indignantly replied, "I was observing it. I thought I had, but, no, it turned out to be, uh... more door." She stared at him openly for a second. "It's just a door," she said flatly. "What the hell did you expect to find?" He shrugged still looking at the door, "Dunno. It is a nice door though."

He opened the door and stepped back to allow her to pass through. She didn't. She stood there and kept looking at him. "I thought you wanted to go in." He glanced at her than at the door, "Are you staring at the door? Come now, 'it's just a door.'" Stepping forward into the room he glanced around at all the people. The girl followed him inside and began to mix with the crowd. She was certain of one thing, she would never forget that man, that was for sure.

Nathan was startled by the approach of his cousin. He jumped slightly when his name was mentioned but relaxed a little bit once he realized who's mouth it was coming out of. Desperately he closes his journal and puts it in his lap as though he was guilty and it was his "stolen item"; he didn't mean to come off like he was hiding something but he realized a little too late that he did. Him and his cousin hadn't been close in years but honestly it was nice to have at least one person he knew here. Processing the young man's comment all Nathan could think about was how much he hated being called "Nate"...Though it wasn't like he was going to confront his cousin about it so he just moved on from the thought.

"You know me..." Nathan said awkwardly trying to be sarcastic with his tone. "Always one of the social ones." He faked a smirk and makes eye contact with his family member; but only for a second. He hears Jason mutter something in Spanish under his breath. He uses this as a chance to make the dreaded small talk. "What was that you just said? I've never been good with languages; and why the hell are you speaking Spanish anyways?" Again he smiles synthetically, even forcing out a small chuckle that he was sure wasn't as convincing as he had hoped it would be. Clenching his jaw in anxiety he waits for a response, looking past his cousin in hopes that their interaction wouldn't bring more commotion his way.

The nerves finally hit her as she took her first steps through the student lounge. For the first time in her life Dani was surrounded by mutants; Individuals with special genes just like her. The thought alone made her heart race, and made her entire body feel like she would drown in a pool of her own sweat, but of course it took only a few deep breaths to wash the sudden feelings away. Nervousness was never something that lasted long with Dani, she was always too relaxed and focused to work herself into a frenzy of emotions.

She gazed over the décor of the room, it wasn't something she was particularly used to; it was too elegant for her own taste but it was still tasteful with a comfortable feel to it. If she was going to be living here it had to feel comfortable and like home in some sort of way.
Scanning over the small groups of people as she casually passed them she couldn't help but a smile to herself. Dani liked to study people... it was almost like a creepy hobby, but with such enhanced senses she couldn't help herself. Her mother always told her the universe had given her a beautiful gift. In fact everyone in this room had some sort of blessing and Dani was going to make sure they all knew that.

Quietly she continued through the small groups, only stopping a few times to actually introduce herself. Her gaze fell on the corner of the room and her eyes lit up in an instant. She spotted a small potted aloe vera plant and it was enough to let her know she was really going to enjoy this place.

He blinked and looked down at Nate before smacking him in the back of the head. "Dios Mios, My mom is Mexican remember...I'm mexican" He said before laughing sitting down in a chair and kicking up his feet. "and your shitty at making it look like your comfortable. I think people getting mugged look more relaxed then you" He said as he tossed that oil and grease covered rag at Nate "I may hate people, at least I can hide the fact I want to choke them out." he said as he started to look around the the room.

He watched as some more people walked into the lounge. A red haired girl fallowed by another guy(Jake), another girl who walked in and seemed to be watching everyone(Dani), he watched her watching people as he smiled "al menos las chicas son lindas." He said as he had a rather stupid grin. He looked almost child like as he looked over at her cousin "How bout it Nate, we can get you a girl. Maybe some one into all that dark moody shit you like." he said smiling as he relaxed a bit, he was quite for a moment before looking over at his cousin and speaking though his voice was softer. "Take the opportunity Nate, you finally escaped your mother. Vive en sus propios términos." he standing up shoving his hands in his pocket. "Live on your own terms." he said before walking off, giving a bit of a salute with two fingers "Later Nate" he said walking off He figured he should take a shower and get some of the grease and oil off before the shindig.

When he'd first arrived, Jackson had had his priorities straight. After hopping buses for nearly two days to get here, he'd felt grimy and unkempt (and not to mention trapped). He had immediately sought out a staff member and expressed his need to settle into a dorm immediately so he could clean up, grateful beyond words when she had understood and passed him off to a much sterner man. Some basic rules were laid out with a "here's a pamphlet, now hit the showers" leading to the professor's abrupt departure. The best part? Jackson didn't smell like the bus anymore. No buses, no cigarettes, and no crying babies. Just Jackson and his new college life...or so he told himself. The institute catered to mutants of all ages, so maybe it would feel more like high school all over again. The very idea of it had given him goosebumps; hopefully, this would not go over like high school.

At the very least, Jackson had been neither the first nor the last to arrive; he'd gotten in the day before, and students were still arriving. Tonight seemed to be an important cut-off, however, seeing as the banquet would be taking place. Delicious. From his perch on the back of a couch in the student lounge, Jackson laughed at the witty one-liner someone in the small group he'd drifted into had told. However, his attention drifted between the group and the doors that led in and out of the room. With each opening and closing, a new gust of air would bring new information to him, hushed conversations tickling his ears before falling into background noise again as the air settled. He could feel himself sit up a little straighter every time it happened, and it was beginning to grate on his nerves. Was everyone a straggler? Sure, there were two pairs of footsteps every once in a while, but it seemed like everyone was either entering or leaving as an individual.

Maybe whiling away his time in the student lounge wasn't such a great idea after all.

Nathan let a frown slip through despite his best intentions when he realized his shitty attempt at a joke, asking his cousin why he speaks Spanish, fell utterly and absolutely flat. 'Why would that have been funny?' He thought to himself...'Why do I even try?' He followed his cousin's eyes to look at a few of the students who were entering the room. Like everyone else they seemed friendly enough, and Nathan momentarily contemplated waving at them; though he didn't know why the thought even crossed his mind and nixed the idea as soon as it came. Then he heard his cousin's words, suggesting he find himself a "girlfriend"...It's not like the thought hadn't crossed his mind before, in fact he thought about it all the time; he pondered what it would be like to have that kind of relationship. Before now he never would have been able to do anything like that because of his mother. As soon as he thought about her his cousin said it: "...you finally escaped your mother." His cousin truly had no idea how true of a statement that was; he knew that Jason had his own suspicions and thoughts about what went on in their home but he didn't know the half of it...no one did.

All of this caused Nathan's anxiety to spike intensely, he'd say it had reached a 9...maybe even a 10, it was as though the room around him began to spin and he closed his eyes tightly to get things under control, to fight the urges that erupted inside him. "See you at the banquet", Nathan managed to squeeze out as his cousin made his leave. He was alone again and it was probably for the best, but at least he was beginning to calm down a bit. As his anxiety lowered he realized that he had been clenching his fist hard...so hard that a few drops of blood began trickling down his hand. He had dug his fingernails so hard into the palm of his hand that he had broken the skin. 'Great just one more God damned thing to worry about.' He thought to himself as he stood and cautiously made his way towards the bathroom where he could clean the cut up and hopefully stop the bleeding before anyone noticed how fucking weird he was.

The stench of grease and oil almost suffocated her and threw her focus off completely. At the time her eyes were focused on the young man perched on the couch, he seemed to be growing irritated by the minute. While her ears happen to catch the last bit of conversation of the two standing near the door. Sure hyper-senses sounded amazing; Eyes like a hawk, nose better than a hound, ears that could hear the quietest whispers, even delicious food tasted out of this world. Why wouldn't anyone be happy with such abilities? Well there was an awful downside to it all.

It took a lot out of her when all her senses started working at once, not to mention how sensitive she was to any kind of touch. She tried many times not to focus in on everything all at once, but it couldn't be helped. Having this ability let her view the world and its people in a beautiful way.

"Oh God" she whispered to herself before bringing a hand to her mouth. It was the sudden smell of fresh blood that made her head spin, but it wasn't the blood that bothered her. It was just all too much to handle at once.
Without another thought or word she darted for the bathroom, it was that puking feeling again. She was about half way there when she collided with a giant of a man who also seemed to be heading in the same direction. Damn, that impact definitely hurt. Dani was tall for a female but this guy was over 6 feet.

While several new arrivals as well as people that'd been there for quite a while flopped about through the deluge of students wearing their insecurities on their sleeves and being awkward towards everyone else, Florence simply didn't care. She darted rapidly back and forth between groups of people to introduce herself, whilst also invading the personal space of anyone that she felt needed a bit of a startle. But for the most part, it seemed that the people she ended up talking with weren't that interesting and often bored her to tears. When she had her fill of boredom, Florence moved onto another person in an attempt to find someone interesting.

It was then that she'd spotted a target. Someone lounging about on a couch, not paying attention to their surroundings. Crouching, with a rather wicked grin on her face, she began to creep towards the back of the couch. She pushed past several people, crawling along the ground. When she reached the back of the couch, she lightly rested her hands on the ledge above her before popping up and pushing her face forward to land squarely in the personal space of the boy* sitting on the couch.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaa~" Florence said, smiling. "What's your name, age? I'm Florence, 16. But don't call me Florence. I like nicknames!"

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It had been a relatively nice day outside with the rays of the sun shining through the clouds and landing on the boy's ice cold skin. Caspar had been staring with a blank expression out of the window to his dorm room ever since he got his things unpacked, contemplating whether he made the correct decision to come to this institution. He knew it was for the best however he couldn't help but listen to that voice in the back of his mind telling him that maybe he should have stuck it out back at home and not run away like he did with most of his problems. That seemed to be the theme with the white haired male. When times got tough, he ran from it instead of facing it head on. Immediately he shook the thought from his head and gave a deep sigh that fogged the glass of the window a bit. Coming here wasn't a mistake, he finally thought to himself. He made the correct decision and was putting his trust to the people that worked here. He wanted to start fresh, make new friends, and hopefully come to terms with who he really is. It was one thing to being told you were a curse among society by being a mutant freak, but it was another to have these other feelings. Feelings that were said to be wrong according to his catholic school teachings. Since leaving the school, Caspar did everything he could to learn about these feelings online, but he still felt ashamed about himself. He still felt embarrassed. What made matters worse is that it was also the day he learned he was a mutant. He was a freak of nature in all aspects.

The emotions he kept inside began to rush out of him. He started to hyperventilate for a few seconds before getting back into composure again. He opened his eyes and that familiar blank expression with abnormally bright blue eyes returned to his face. Caspar was good at hiding his emotions and he couldn't have these slip ups again. He glanced around his room and the thought of having that second bed there made him a bit worried. Right off the bat he was going to have to get to meet someone new and there was always that thought in the back of his head wondering of the guy was going to be cool or a straight up jerk. The pale skinned boy had worked on his social skills but he was bad at hiding the fact if he liked someone or not. Hopefully his roommate wouldn't cause trouble.

Caspar walked to his bed and threw on his white jacket that complete his ensemble. Today he had been wearing all white; white shirt, white jacket, white skinny jeans, and white shoes. Hopefully he wouldn't be getting dirty anytime soon. The young man stuffed his hands into the pocket on his jacket and left his dorm room to mingle with the students in the lounge. Since he was trying to start over, it wouldn't help if he slipped back into his old ways of being a hermit and not wanting to be around people. Making his way to the lounge, a wave of anxiety hit him as it just occurred to him that all these kids were special just like him. Finally he was around people that shared something in common. Without breaking the blank stare on his face, he made his way to the water cooler. He began filling the paper cup with water before bringing the cold fluid to his mouth to drink.

Valentina was exploring her new environment. She traveled throughout the school, exploring outlets and tv's and other electronics. She had already put the rubber things you use to baby proof on the outlets in her room so that she could sleep without ending up in the other end of the school. She came out of a light, just outside her room giving a fright to whomever may be near her. She looked like a bolt of lightning outlining a person before she fully formed. She was just lucky her clothes came with her. She shook herself out, before going into her room. She put on her shoes(they have rubber soles so they keep her grounded) and a couple rubber bands around each wrist. They didn't do much but they were something at least.

She went to what was essentially a common room, with students milling in and out. She sat herself in a corner, not really wanting to interact but wanting to observe the other mutants. She's never met another mutants, and other than hearing about how wrong and evil they are, they weren't spoken about around her. Valentina watched as people interact, some interactions more awkward than others. She winced as she watched her roommate move around the room. The girl didn't understand what personal space was apparently. That was going to be a problem. She felt her phone vibrate and she checked it. It was miraculously a text from her brother. He was asking where she was. She disappeared from Russia a little over a week ago and he's just now asking where she is. After she turned 15, and their parents died, her brother could care less. He made sure she was alive on occasion but that was it. She actually laughed once out loud after reading it.

School, where else would I be? You do realize that I go to school in America right? You're the one who told me to pick a school and go there. She texted him back, before putting her phone back in her pocket. She'd deal with him later as he realizes she isn't even in Russia.

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Jack meandered through the group of mutants towards the edge of the room. He struggling passed mutants of all different varieties, wishing his power included the ability to teleport. Working his way around a giant of a man, a tiny girl running around the room, nearly ran face first into his stomach. She bubbled off an introduction before bouncing away to the next closest person she could say hi to. Jack stood for a moment watching as she began crawling on the ground, stalking someone sitting on the couch.

Turning to the girl next to him he said, "She seems quite... energetic. You think her power's ADD?" He smiled at her and reached out a hand to shake. "My names Jack by the way." His eyes drifted down and caught upon some rubber bands around her wrist. Pointing towards them he asked, "Mind if I ask what those are for? Your not the superhero of rubber bands are you?"

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Adam was looking himself over in the bathroom mirror making sure everything was in order, his outfit was on point with a mostly black ensemble with a thin scarf hung loosely around his neck and a black wristwatch on his right wrist, which was ticking away softly as its hands moves with the time. He gave his reflection an approving grin and winked at himself in light hearted pride.

He walked out of the bathroom door to the lounge for him and his follow mutants. Adam has joined a school to hone his talents a one he was proud to have and a one he would use to better the world with, even on a small scale, but besides the thoughts of grandeur he was excited to be around others like himself, mutants, he smiles softly and walked past the groups of mutants onto some couches and took a seat, while normally he would use his powers to mess with others so his mind doesn't get overloaded with data if it doesn't get manipulated for too long but he didn't want to mess with his follow mutants so his mind will have to wait to expel the lingering data from his mind. He decided to look the school up on his phone, trying his best to make sure he doesn't accidentally get into the schools privet files, most mutants at least deserved privacy. His mind quickly gathered info and data on the teachers and the Headmaster, which caused his eyebrow to raise when he couldn't find any public information about his mutant powers.

Hopefully he's a mutant and not an 'ally'. Adam thought bluntly to himself.

Unbeknownst to Adam a few other students were talking amongst themselves nearby his couch while he was busying on his phone.

CRASH!!!..... The impact was sudden and, well, rather intense as Nathan felt something smack into him, Immediately he was filled with rage, pure instinctual rage, and it showed as he turned to face whatever had just "attacked" him his face had an angry intensity to it akin to the way a wolf looks when its teeth are bared, ready to pounce on its next victim. Then he saw her. As fast as his rage had come it was gone and his face quickly transitioned from that of a rabid wolf to something more along the lines of an ashamed puppy dog. Nathan held eye contact with her for a little too long and the awkwardness became clear to him as he stared into her honey eyes. Quickly he looked down and away and began stuttering some words in desperation to change the tone of this strange interaction.

"I am...I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." He spouted, speaking almost too quickly. "I'm such an idiot...I hope you aren't hurt are you okay?" He asked, looking back up to her for less than a second before awkwardly breaking eye contact again. It was a long enough look to see the nausea in her face. "Again I'm so sorry, I...uh...cut myself". He said weirdly, partially showing her his clenched fist. "You didn't ask anything about it...I don't know why I even mentioned it. I uh...yeah...well. Sorry." He said one final time before forcing himself to become silent. His rather pale skin was blood red in a blushing state at this point and the embarrassment of this whole situation had fully sat in as a brief moment of silence felt like eternity to him as he waited for some kind of response.

From his perch on the back of the couch, Jackson's attention split between the group he'd been drawn into and the smattering of people entering and exiting the common area. His shoulders were tense, and he turned his head slightly to the side, the disturbance in the air standing out to him. Someone short, perhaps? They were close to the ground- Oh God. Nearly falling off of the back of the couch, Jackson steadied himself with an uneasy laugh, waving off his almost-fall to the group and turning to the girl that had sprung up beside him. She rattled off an introduction, and he grinned easily at her in response.

"I'm Jackson, eighteen years young," he chuckled, turning the best he could from where he sat to put his hand out in case she'd shake it. "Jack works just as well, though."

If he was being honest, Jackson was uneasy enough as it was, being freely among other mutants - they knew, because he was here, that he was a mutant, too. That transparency was a struggle for him after hiding for four years, but now, being approached rather than being the one to approach, his smile was a little less steady that it had previously been. But the girl was young, and friendly enough, so he took a steadying breath and drew his focus to the person in front him, rather than letting it drift around the room again.

"So, if Florence isn't going to work, how about Jitterbug?"

Her eyes grew in size at the expression on his face. This guy was pissed, he looked like he was ready to tear her apart limb from limb. Thankfully it didn't take long for his features to soften and a sigh escaped Dani's lips once she noticed he looked more like a giant teddy bear now opposed to a grizzly bear just moments ago. He wasn't going to pounce on her after all.

It was like his eyes were burning into hers. The way he held eye contact for so long almost made her feel like she looked a little funny, but Dani being Dani just stared right back up at him until his eyes averted away from hers, and he suddenly went into a ramble of consistent apologizes and mentioning the cut on his hand. His face turned so red it made her wonder if he was either extremely socially awkward or wasnt good with females. Either way it was kind of cute. "No, no! Don't apologize. I'm absolutely fine. Really I am. I'm actually feeling a lot better." She responded with a genuine smile.

Without thinking she took his injured hand to examine it closely. "Hm. How did you manage this? Well, its nothing that can't be fixed." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small vile of thick liquid. "Aloe vera." She shook the tiny bottle between her thumb and index finger before handing it to him, "I'm Daniella by the way, but just call me Dani." She paused for a moment hoping the poor thing wasnt going to explode from awkwardness "Anyways, I can't really find my roommate. Why don't you and the foul oil smelling guy join me later at the banquet. Heck. Bring all the guys and gals youve et so far. I love meeting new people."

Valentina looked at the boy who decided to strike up conversation with her. She didn't understand about Florence being something called ADD, English wasn't her strongest language, but she understood his name and when he asked her about her rubber bands.
"I'm Valentina, and no, the opposite actually. I can convert myself into electricity, but I don't quite have an understanding of how not to convert myself into electricity. The rubber keeps me together, and not in an outlet." Valentina explained, as she shook his hand.

"And you? What abilities do you hold?" Valentina asked, seeing no visible clues at the moment.
"Or would to correct term be have? I apologize for my English, I learned it growing up of course, but until now, I've never had much reason to use it." Valentina hoped that this would improve the longer she stayed in America, although she didn't exactly want an American accent, and English took too many words to explain basic concepts but such is life.

Eventually his eternity of the awkward silence ended with her responding to his, quite frankly, ridiculous amount of apologies, and before Nathan could react the beautiful girl in front of him had his hand in hers and was inspecting the wound that he had accidentally inflicted upon himself just moments before. "I'm Daniella by the way, but just call me Dani.", the girl said as he rubbed Aloe Vera on his bleeding hand; which stung a little but felt relieving at the same time. Dani's hands were surprisingly soft as she medicated his wound, and this was honestly the first time he had actually felt a woman's hand against his for this long. He really didn't know how to react to what was happening and as the raging storm that was his mind contemplated what to say to her she informed him to join her at the banquet along with his cousin and anyone else he might have met, and so he answered with instinct.

"Sure, it's a date then."...He almost didn't even finish saying it, but unfortunately he did, and so with a nervous laugh and a scattered group of stutters and panic he tried desperately to fix what he had just done; though he knew there was no true way to take it back. "No...uh...well...you know. What I meant to say was I haven't met my roommate at all." As she spoke he knew his words weren't making any sense. "I mean...My name is Nathan. The greasy guy is my cousin Jason, and you're the only other person I've met here." He said, thankful that his words were becoming somewhat coherent. "I didn't mean a date date, I was kidding....I don't know...I'm sorry." A genuine smile crossed his face because he realized that he probably looked like such an idiot, and he was, but even he had to admit how ridiculous he was acting. "I'm not used to uh...new people. Thanks for helping me with my hand Dani." He looked up into her eyes again, this time holding what he perceived to be a normal amount of eye contact before letting out a slight nervous chuckle.

Maddox was already out of a shower, for him it was all business. In, wash, out, you would think he did actually get into the military by how fast he did it. He looked over at the other bed in his room scratching his head, wondering when he got a roomate. "I need to stop sleeping in the Garage" he said as he looked through his clothes. He assumed he would have to be dressed some what presentable, so he pulled out his, tree pair of jeans. He looked them over as he laid them out, as all of them were covered in oils and grease, at least they weren't ripped. He grabbed the cleanest of the trio, before grabbing a t-shirt, all of them were black. Slight variations here and there, some having skulls or dragons, but most were just plain black shirts. Throwing that on he put his mothers necklaces underneath on putting it under his shirt. He sat down on his bed taking in a deep breath. This place was crowded, to crowded. He looked down as his hands were glowing, so were his eyes. He could feel that presence inside of himself. It rose like a primal need to spill blood. He had always had a bit of an anger problem, but now it just seemed to get worse. "¿Que eres?" he muttered out as that energy flashed as if it was answering him.

He stood up and grabbed leather jacket throwing it on as he slipped his hands into his jacket. Even after showering he probably still smelled liked an auto shop, at least to anyone who had enhanced senses...or happened to just be standing uncomfortably close. The former is mostly just, well who cares...The latter, he would probably end up punching, or mauling...with the way he had been feeling mauling might be the best description. He walked past the lounge but decided to stay away, it was looking a little to crowded for his taste and seeing how the lounge and garage are the only real places he had been since he arrived at the school he figured he might as well go around and try to get a better look around the campus. Heading out of the dorm he kind of just started to aimlessly wander the halls of the school.