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Topic Started: Apr 16 2007, 07:46 AM (313 Views)
Alix
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Alix had always been a quiet, private person. Whether it was sitting in thought on her own, or silently listening at the back of the class.. she simply, and quite utterly found it hard to do the most simple of social tasks. Speak. While more than able, she felt awkward, at times, speaking into peoples minds while they held perfectly normal, perfectly aloud discussions. She knew it didn't matter, but.. well, that didn't mean that she didn't wreck her nerves over it.

At the moment, however, these concerns were the least of her worries. As she sat back against the floor- quietly staring up at the night sky from inside the glass dome. she looked peaceful- quiet. Not as emotionless as she always did and honestly a bit more relaxed.

She rested her head on her folded up coat, finding that inside was warm enough that she didn't need it- unlike the outside weather that had been, in fact, what drove her indoors. Around her, curly black and white hair pooled- and her foot- one knee raised to support the other- tapped lightly with some unkown beat.

Truthfully- she was supposedly completely alright being alone.
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Alejandro Villalobo
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Footsteps echoed lightly down the quiet hallway. Compared to the constant din of voices, laughs, and the occasional crack and boom of a wayward mutant blast or whatnot, the faculty wing of the mansion was almost desolate. But comparing the care-free lives of their resident students to the busy-body lives of the working staff was like apples and oranges; different tasks, different jobs, different obligations.

He tried especially hard to remain silent, wincing slightly even at the slightest rustle of fabric as his clothes stretched and folded across his lean frame with each movement. Heaven forbid he wake a slumbering staff member, or disturb another from the iron concentration necessary to create the next day's lesson plan. Which reminded him--he had yet to create one himself. His teaching style definitely did not adhere to a rigid frame, like some of the professors there. He pretty much winged it, improvising every minute in class. Never, in all his travels and the grunt work he performed to keep a bit of change in his pocket, did he ever imagine that he'd be teaching. Of course, who better to teach Spanish than a Spaniard? At least that had been the late Professor Xavier's reasoning. Alejandro still couldn't fathom how a person could place such faith and confidence on a total stranger. Especially one of his background.

His silent trek down the empty corridor continued, walking even while his mind drifted to different trains of thought. He'd cover verb conjugation tomorrow, perhaps. And there was still that faulty fountain pump in the labyrinth garden that he had yet to fix. Along with a myriad of other chores left for him outdoors. And while he prioritized and racked his brain, his hands were busy at work too, the Spaniard picking almost compulsively at the soft swell of muscle on the base of his right thumb, poking at a rather lovely blister he'd acquired on his palm. It was a matter of time before that little bubble beneath his calloused skin finally responded to his incessant jabbing with its own stab of pain, Alejandro giving a small hiss. A little dab of toothpaste would dry it out; of course, he'd probably rupture it before any ointment could be applied... cavity preventive or otherwise.

All of this was normal procedure, ritual, if you will. He'd teach in the morning, make his rounds and repairs in the afternoon, and by evening finally settle himself in his quarters and unwind after a good shower and change of clothes. Which, honestly, he could use. His jeans were strewn with streaks of dirt and dust, the short sleeved green button up shirt on his torso in no better condition, hanging open to reveal an aged wife beater. But other than that, he was pretty clean for someone who'd spent a day repairing the stables, hands and arms scrubbed clean, face washed, black hair brushed back.

He would have gone back to his room to complete the cleansing process. However, the Gitano eventually came to a slow halt, not so much hearing a certain soft series of tapping, but sensing it, its slight vibrations running across the floor and stone materials that compromised the mansion's structure. His dark brows furrowed as he neared the source of the rhythmic tempo, stopping before the closed doors of the observation deck. Blisters and lesson plans forgotten for the moment, Alejandro entered the room quietly, oiled hinges of the door swinging silently open as he drummed his fingers on the wooden pane to announce his own presence.

"Anyone here?" he called out, his foreign accent quite obvious, but not obtrusive enough that it couldn't be understood what he was saying. He walked further into the observatory, looking around at eye level for the unknown occupant and actually walked past Alix. Since the young student was sitting on the floor, he hadn't seen her.
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Alix
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For a moment, her mind registered the tell-tale signs of another person's mind. However, just as soon as she heard it, she dismissed it- eyes going back to the sky as she softly stared. Analyzing in the silence, even now.

Thoughts were amazing things. As conflicted as emotions, and even more confusing than what a person actually said. thinking was by far.. the most interesting of human developments. Beyond that of emotion, dreams.. thoughts encompassed all of it, even down to the most subtle of pains. At any given moment, a million tiny things could be going on in a persons head. From the most mundane of worries- did I let the dog out? To the most vital of questions- Will I, as a person, ever succeed? It was astounding the things a human brain was capable of, if it only put it's mind to it.

Alix.. was no different. Perhaps a bit confussed at times, and perhaps a bit silent on the whole speaking front, her thoughts were incompreable to normal human patterns. Possibly, this had to do with the whole interferance bit. Any given moment, she was worrying about others dogs, others lives, others fears. Anything, really. Even here, in the dead of night, watching the stars from beneath a completely safe pane of glass, Her mind was plagued with..

She nearly jumped, seemingly so lost in her mind that she'd not heard Al enter. For a moment, she rose, just barely shifting to quietly analyze the situtation, and come up with what to say.

Almost imediately, she began to go over conversational entrances in her mind- analyzing each for the situtation. "Hey there how are you?" was far too friendly. "WHat's up?" too masculine. Her mind went over the countless amounts of stored information she had. Honestly, if she'd spent more time talking, and less time thinking about talking, she'd probably have been better at it. But, that was hard to get across to a telepathically dependant introvert; and so, in quiet telepathic speach, she simply..

::Ah.. hello::

She rose a hand, delicately attempting to alert the adventuresome teacher with a completely unsure, completely insecure humble sort of wave.
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For a moment, the Spaniard frowned pensively. He had heard something. Or sensed it, at least. It was all too common to find students sneaking about in dark rooms, especially here in the observatory, orchestrating their romantic rendezvous. Shifting his gaze towards the glass ceiling overhead, he grinned lightly at the thought. The observatory certainly was nice, the diamond-studded sky above quite appealing to the sentimentalities of women; he made a mental note of that, for later use. It was no wonder why the Institute students preferred its darkness and seclusion.

::Ah.. hello::

The telepathic greeting came from nowhere, and everywhere, all at once. Nonetheless, the timid words hadn't startled him. Instead, he gave another sweep of the darkened expanse of the observatory, wondering why this unknown student couldn't have simply spoken and given him at least some semblance of direction to look in. But his thoughts couldn't be mistaken for aggravation. It was just a simple, logical question. At least considering what and whom he knew. Looking over his shoulder, however, he spotted a soft flicker of movement, in the form of an almost painfully shy wave. As he turned around to face this mystery student--a comical act in itself, as the comparatively tall fellow actually tilted his head downward quite a bit in order to view the petite student--he remained silent, taking in her rather unorthodox appearance. She wasn't enrolled in any of his classes--he'd certainly remember eyes like those. For a moment, he was almost taken aback by her youthful countenance--how young did the students get around here?

"Buenas tardes," Alejandro replied, his own thought processes not at all interfering with his own capacity for conversation. Translating said conversation from the Spanish dialogue in his head to the English version he'd have to speak in order to be understood around here, though, was an entirely different story. "I am sorry I had not seen you before... where you sitting on the floor?" the teacher asked uncertainly. "Sabes, there are chairs on the far end," he added, gesturing towards the metal fold-out chairs arranged along the motioned-at wall, ready for the next astronomy class. He smiled lightly as he spoke, a genuinely helpful air about the young Gypsy. An appreciated quality in a teacher; of course, there were other motives for his amicable personality. The observation room also housed some rather expensive equipment, telescopes, projectors and the like, which often disappeared from the room and school grounds more than the faculty cared to admit. Not that he would accuse the young student before him of stealing, but Alejandro figured the friendly approach deterred attempts of theft. A sort of 'I'm watching you' word of warning.

"My name is Alejandro Villalobo. Are you a new student? I do not recall you in any of my classes." His hands came to rest inside his pockets, Al biting back another hiss as his blistered hand brushed against the fabric of his jeans. Almost forgot about that.
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Alix
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Spanish wasn't much her thing. Truth be told, English wasn't really either. Funny thing about telepathy- a though was always a though. It didn't really matter what language it was thought in, it was still always going to be the same meaning.

So she didn't technically know english, either. A strange thought, really. Though probably.. she'd do quite well, if she ever actually had a chance to speak it aloud. But, since this chance wouild quite probably never come, she didn't concern herself over it. Nor did she concern herself over his wonderment on why she picked to speak as she did. It wasn't important, really, and it was a thought she was more than accustomed to. Rarely did she ever get far enough in conversations to actually let people know that it really was the only way she could talk.

::I was.. the chairs make it.. harder.:: She nodded. ::they're not as comfortable.:: she gave a soft, pleasant nod. She caught the thought regarding theft, and promptly..

::I"m not stealing.. I promise. I'm just thinking, that's all..:: She really had no reason to sell. The image of her, walking into a pawn shop with something incredibly expensive.. trying to sell it.. was, well, a hard one. Not many people took kindly to obviously different people- especially if said people had an uncanny sort of quietness about them. Besides, without the school, she'd still be out there, doing god knows what in New York. No.. she'd not risk that little show of rebellion.

::I'm Alix.. I'm.. kind of new.. and I can't take spanish.:: She nodded, smiling half pleasantly, half emotionlessly- like trying to make some sort of vague attempt at outward shows of kindness. Honestly, though, it was clear enough already that while shy, and painfully quiet, she was kind, and exceptionally pleasant.
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Had he known she was mute... well, that would have answered a few questions. But it wasn't like Alejandro to pry into the business of others, ask why they behaved the way they did. He knew better than that, the discomfort those questions produced in his own family. Why does your sister talk to herself? Why is she standing in the middle of the plaza like that? The reason was best left unsaid, or left for speculation. Being crazy was better than being a mutant.

"What could be more uncomfortable than the ground?" the Spanish teacher chuckled, giving the relatively stoic student a small, crooked smile. "That's not good for your back. Trust me." Of course, the polished wooden floor was a million times more preferable than, say, a gum-speckled sidewalk, or a dirt-strewn park bench.

You've come a long way, Gitano.

::I'm not stealing.. I promise.. I'm just thinking, that's all..::

The fact that he was speaking to a telepath, an an inadvertently nosey one at that, hadn't quite settled until right then. Realizing that she'd picked up that thought, he remained speechless for a moment, surprise all too obvious on his usually placid features.

"Oh.. you heard that... I am sorry. I was not accusing you. Simply, it has happened before. Stealing here, that is. Not that you were doing that..."

Most faculty would have given her a stern warning about eavesdropping into other's thoughts or just getting into their heads for that matter. Not many were keen on the issue of telepathic intrusion. So what did Alejandro do? He apologized as if he was revealing some grave sin in a confessional booth. Obviously, this teacher was not one of the Institute's harsh disciplinarians, or one at all. But it was a result of experience, knowing too well what it felt like to be accused of a false charge. Or the wrong one, at least.

But, very careful on not thinking about that little facet of his person, he coughed into his hand and cleared his throat, regaining some semblance of composure. More or less.

"Well, it is nice to meet you, Alix. And that is all right. My class is an elective, so it is not required. How long have you been here, then? Long enough, since you found the observatory." He smiled amicably.

Compared to the rather introvert telepath (though she did have her reasons), conversation came more easily to the geokinetic. Besides, it would take an especially abhorrable person to deter the Gypsy's friendliness. This student was shy, is all. Most students came to the Institute that way, and Alejandro tried to make this younger generation feel accepted, at least among their own.... Damn it, now he felt old....
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Alix
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::oh... it's not so bad. there's alot of things alot worse.:: she nodded quietly, giving a light smile. If she picked up anymore thoughts.. it wasn't clear. Instead, she just simply observed Al, calmly analyzing whatever she could without going too deep.

She caught the suprise, just barely shifting to a more guilty look. She had thought he'd said something.. but apparently.. he had not. The oh-so-confusing side affects of telepathy that wasn't exactly the most stable, she had assumed, as she could at times, that he'd spoken his thieving concerns.

::Sorry.. I.. can't control it.. I try..:: she nodded softly. She was more than used to those stern warnings, though.. most had given up by now. While she did mistake thoughts for comments at times, it was never anything too personal. And if it was.. well, she didn't respond to it. Really, truthfully- she didn't talk much at all for there to be any reason for her to be repremanded.

::A few weeks.. It's.. really nice. I used the observatory today because it's too cold and rainy outside to be on the roof:: she nodded. ::There's not a class, is there? I can leave..::

Of course- there were no classes.. it was the middle of the night.. but, well, she still would worry over it.
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Alejandro Villalobo
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He shook his head, holding up a hand to show that apologies were not necessary. “I am not angry. It is understandable. We all came here seeking help to control something. You’ll learn one day. We all learn,” Alejandro smiled, though he could already imagine how many times she’d heard reprimands and had an idea of who gave them. Even among mutants, telepathy was a complex subject, transcending the normal issues of evolutionary unfairness in that it granted mutants strength and left the rest of the species weak. It was a contest of ethics—was it correct for one individual to have such profound insight in the private thoughts of another? And did ethics really apply to such omnipresent persons?

Eh, at least rocks didn’t have any feelings… though some of his Wicca students might say differently. Can’t please everyone.

“Of course. The roof…” he echoed, thinking about the safety hazard lounging up there really posed. It surprised him that no one had fallen off its edge yet… Great, now he probably won’t be able to go to sleep until he had a decent railing installed up there. He bit his lip pensively, the wandering tendencies of his mind at this point apparent as he nodded at the remainder of Alix’s question, until he realized just what she had said.

“No, I mean no! The last class of the day ended at five in the afternoon. The observatory is open to students. I came here in the first place because I heard something tapping. I thought it was something that needed fixing,” he grinned, laughing to himself. He was more like a handy man than a teacher. But he was fine with that. Lecturing in a classroom felt odd at times. “Bueno, I am probably bothering you now. There are some cushions in the closet there, in case you tire of sitting on your jacket,” he added. It bothered most of the students at the Institute to have a teacher hanging around them. It made him feel quite old, really, and he was younger than most of his fellow faculty. Even a year or two made it seem like an entire lifetime of difference at times. And though he was feeling rather talkative at the moment (it seemed Alix could have used a nice conversation as well—he never met a girl that spent her time thinking alone), he was much too worried about imposing his company.

“Is there anything else you need before I leave?”
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Telepathy. A decievingly weak power- and, as everyone knew.. a moral grey area. Alix herself sometimes wondered if she really deserved to call herself the same as those who just.. had super strength, or something like that.. they were still human. They didn't interfere with people's lives, or see things that should only ever be witnessed by those that experienced them.

She knew on the streets, telepaths had value. The strength of a telepath determined if they'd survive, or if they'd make it through life out there.. she'd survived- barely sometimes- but still survived. The worth of a telepath only went as far as their mind.

::it's really very nice up there:: she admitted, smiling quietly towards him pleasantly. ::I wasn't sure.. I thought maybe an astromy class would be coming up here.. or something.::

She watched him turn off, and gave a quiet smile.. ::You don't have to leave.. I mean.. I'm not very good at talking.. so.. you'll have to.. be patient..::

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