Alan Southern
Interacting With: Adeline Wilson @Vicier.
Ah, the wind in his face, ruffling up his already mop of messy hair. Was there ever a better feeling than flying through the air? The sky was such an open space that made all of life’s little problems seem to melt away. It was where he went to escape, most times - the only place he knew for sure that he could be alone.
Alan flexed his wings, bringing them closer towards his body practically cradling the backpack he had nestled between them, and tilted himself downwards in a sharp drop. The air licked at the bare skin of his chest as he gained speed, his wide eyes watching as the Earth came closer and closer until finally he pulled up and let the g-forces take over, shooting him back up into the sky.
He let out a loud whoop of joy, the gravity finally kicking in and making him hover in the air for a dead second before opening up his wings and simply riding the air current he created. He twisted his body, circling in a horizontal cyclone style three or four different times before pulling out of that, diving down once more and pulling back up again.
The smile couldn’t be wiped from his face. He felt so free when he flew, so far from the people he knew were staring and judging him. He should have been used to the looks by now - having lived most of his life at a circus - but the last year or so at Xavier’s school for the gifted gave him just enough confidence to start flying without fear of judgement again.
But his time as an X-men had come to an end, and a new chapter was opening up in his life. The Academy - organized by Bruce Wayne himself! It was an honor to be asked to become a part of it, and he was excited.
Not twenty minutes later, Alan could see the structure of the Academy cutting into the clear skyline. Tilting his wings to create a bit more resistance, Alan slowed down his speed and began a gentle descent. The closer he got, the more he began to see - students mostly, but the occasional animal or vehicle as well.
With the grin still on his face, Alan finally managed to touch down at the start of what he figured was a driveway that led to the school. He didn’t want to cause any kind of “grand entrance.” Though he had been a performer for a good chunk of his life, when it came to his mutation, he didn’t particularly like it when people were looking at him.
The large, golden wings folded back into his body, seeming to melt into the skin where they would remain hidden until he called upon them again. Like practiced clockwork, his hand reached for his belt where a shirt was tied and unknotted it, removing the backpack with one hand and throwing the gray t-shirt over his head to cover his bare chest with the other. He positioned the backpack of his belongings back onto his back and shifted the weight.
There were so many people ahead! Though none seemed to notice him dropping down far behind him. Curiosity got the better of him, and with a bit of concentration, his vision began to blur and then changed into a variety of colors.
Most everyone within his vision were radiating a soft blue color - understandable, no one had given him a reason for him to not trust them yet. Really, they were just a bunch of other kids just as excited to be there as he was.
Walking along the path set out before him, reverting his vision back to normal, Alan came up behind a young woman with striking pink hair. She seemed to just be standing there, unsure of what it was that she was supposed to do. A rather young looking yellow lab was circling around her, seeming to be more concerned about licking his privates than paying attention to her. But as soon as the canine became aware of his presence, the pup began to bark happily and strained against his leash to get to him.
”Cute dog.” Alan complemented, closing the distance between himself and the pup. He squatted himself down and started petting him, making sure to scratch him behind the ears.
”What’s his name?”
