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The Pancakes & Pajamas Palooza!; OPEN!
Topic Started: Mar 18 2010, 05:34 AM (373 Views)
Anan Oluwafunmilayo
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Time of day: 7:00 AM
Place in the time-line: March 17th, Anan's attempt at making friends



The alarm clock beeped loud in Anan's left ear, reading 6 AM, slowly dragging him from the depths of a strange dream dealing with trees doing ballet, even for Anan it was a outlandish dream. His hair was an absolute mess, the back off his head covered in dark wild curls, his left side straight but poofed out wide, as for the front, let's just say that was hacked up and multi-colored, results of a bad dye job. Anan rolled out of bed, the sun was peaking through the window, opposite of his bed. The bed's at the institute were unbelievably soft, Anan really could just spend the whole day sleeping, though that wouldn't be any fun at all, would it?

Anan had a game plan for the day, an objective, a bloody mission! He had recently been having a hard time getting settled into the Institute, perhaps it was his strange appearance, or the fact that he was almost half as old as some of the students at the school. Even amongst the faculty he stood out like a green thumb, Anan's place in life was always a bit vague. However, Anan never let this bring him down, it only made him try hard to be accepted, he would be loved, damnit! Anan scrounged around his room for a pair of clean pants, alas none too be found. Anan had been at the Institute for well over a week now, doing his laundry had just completely skipped his mind altogether. "Hm, laundry...after breakfast, yes, yes," Anan thought to himself as he tossed his dirty clothes into a neat little pile in the corner.

First things first, Anan sat at the foot of his bed, attempting to pat his hair down, trying to look at least half way decent. Anan did well in the early morning, as soon as he felt the sun on his skin he was awake and alert. Standing up from his bed and letting out a big yawn, along with a wide stretch, the young man had quite the wing span, standing around 6'7", everyone in his family was freakishly tall, another thing that set him apart from most people. Anan made his way out his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Slowly he made his way down the staircase, examining the nice decor of the Institute, many nice paintings covered the walls, they were obviously expensive but tasteful at the same time, Anan admired them all.

It was still relatively early in the morning, most were just getting up or still fast asleep. Perfect time to start preparing for his pancake fest, the fast way to peoples hearts was through there stomachs, right? Anan was a fairly decent cook, it really didn't take too much skill to make pancakes, especially the easy bake kind, a little pancake mix and a pan and you are in business. The night before Anan had taken a trek into the city to grab an excessive amount of pancake mix, oh, milk and syrup as well, can't have pancakes without syrup and a glass of milk.

An hour passed, there must have been at least fifty pancakes, possibly more. The sweet delicious smell of pancakes was filling the Institute, Anan was getting very hungry now, but the job was not yet done. Anan began to lay out cups on the breakfast table in the kitchen, bottles of syrup for all that come. At last, Anan's Pancake Party was set up, he really wish he had balloons and a banner, maybe even a birthday hat...maybe not birthday hats, but certainly balloons.
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Specter
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7am wasn't a time Dallas Gibson intended to see on a regular basis if it could be avoided. He wasn't the type of guy who liked to jump out of bed the moment the first shards of sunlight crept through the window. No no, he liked to cling to his bed for as long as humanly possible. All day, if he could get away with it. There was no better way to start the day than by dragging the covers over his head, drawing his shadow close to his skin and drifting in and out of dreamy dozes in the warm comfy snuggliness of his wonderful bed. Good times.

Today was different, though, because today was the first full day of his new life. Long after sundown the previous night, Dallas had laid eyes on the Institute for the very first time, and what a breathtaking sight it had been. Though he'd never lived in poverty, he'd certainly never lived in such grand surroundings before either. It was quite the culture shock. Still, he'd had little time to stand and gawp at the mansion he'd found himself in. It was past midnight by the time the taxi had brought him from the airport to the school, so it didn't seem appropriate to wander the halls and explore. Instead, he'd been shown to his room, where he'd tucked his bags in a corner and buried himself under the covers.

Sleep had been hard to come by, though. Partly because he was excited and nervous, of course, but also because he'd been a bit of an idiot and slept on the plane so by the time he'd arrived at the school, he was wide awake again. Screwing up his sleep schedule probably wasn't the ideal way to kick off his time at mutant school. After some tedious hours staring at the darkened ceiling and mentally chitchatting with his shadow, he'd finally drifted off, managing to grab forty winks in fits and starts. Once the sun started to rise, however, all hope of further snoozing was lost, so he decided to stop fighting it and just get up. Besides, all he really wanted to do was poke around the school a bit. It seemed enormous to him so the sooner he started learning the layout, the better.

As he wandered the halls, his shadow slithered along the wall beside him, its head swivelling back and forth as if it had eyes to see the sights. Dallas paid no attention to it, his own eyes big and round as he tried to take in his new home. It looked even more huge in daylight. This was really where he'd be living. Every morning, he'd be waking up in a mansion. An honest-to-goodness mansion. Crazy. And quite a contrast to the life he'd just left behind. At least here he wouldn't be hounded and attacked. Hopefully. And nobody would firebomb this building in the middle of the night in an attempt to kill him. Probably.

Exploring was fun but, as he wandered around, something rather more enticing grabbed his attention. Lifting his head, he sniffed at the air. He was no feral but he was a teenage boy so he knew how to find food, like a heat-seeking missile. Someone was cooking. Someone was cooking pancakes. The only logical course of action available to him was to track that person down, befriend them and beg to be given some.

Following the scent, he could hear the sounds of somebody moving around, the clink of utensils and the shuffle of feet, so he poked his head into a room he was hoping would be the kitchen. The kitchen was something he'd been really looking forward to seeing. Cooking was a passion for Dallas, so much so that he was seriously intending to pursue it as a career path if his mutantness didn't get in the way. He liked to think of himself as a mini Gordon Ramsey, but with a less craggy face and not so many swear words.

"I like it here already," Dallas mumbled, a broad grin appearing on his lips as he stepped into the room and took in the wondrous sight of all those pancakes. The kitchen was seriously impressive too. But mainly he was interested in the pancakes. After a few moments, he managed to drag his attention away from the food long enough to focus on the unusual looking chap responsible for creating them.

"Oh, hey there," he said in greeting to the man, an amiable smile still firmly in place as he nodded at the pancakes. "I guess you were pretty hungry, huh?"
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Melody Guthrie
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It was the middle of a school week- so yeah, Melody was up at seven in the morning, ready to grab an orange from the fridge before figuring out where in the world she'd put that dratted essay. One of her books was missing too. Maybe she'd left them in the library. Or something.

Maybe she should just ask her roomie to summon them for her. She couldn't miss class just to find her work, when it wasn't due until Monday. Yeah.. she'd ask Lee to summon it, and if she couldn't 'find' it, then it was time to 1) look for it herself, or 2) re-write it. She really hope she didn't have to go with the last option..

She'd been at Xavier's since the fall, and, well, she loved it. Mel was used to the place, though once in a while she was surprised at that.. it seemed like home now. Her older brothers and sisters went there, so of course she'd wanted to come when her powers manifested.. though Paige had moved to X-Factor in Mutant Town. She really ought to get someone to take her for a visit. Probably not Sam though. Last time she'd gotten them in the same room, her big brother and sis had gotten into an argument about her going to X-Factor and she didn't want to provoke another one.

The young Guthrie teen paused at the entrance to the kitchen, at the scent of pancakes. Sure enough, there were two guys in the kitchen. One, she'd met the week before, in the gardens. "Good morning Anan," she greeted the tall, purple haired man and - well, the other guy must be new, at least somewhat new, since she hadn't met him yet.

Moving quickly, the fifteen year old continued on her way to the fridge, taking out the orange juice instead, putting it on the counter, and reaching for a glass in the cupboard. It was just a lil too high. She lifted several inches off the ground for a moment, and snagged the glass. "Ah'm Melody Guthrie," she added, to him, by way of introduction. "When did'ya get here? Ah mean, yeh're new, right?" Of course he was. Otherwise she'd know him, right? At least his face.

And then. The pancakes. She glanced at them. Was Anan going to eat them all, or was he waiting for someone? Several someone's by the look of it. "What've ya got planned? Want help?" she asked, brightly. He looked almost done with whatever he was getting ready, but never hurt to ask. And maybe she'd get to join in if she helped. Glancing between the guys, and then her glass... "Oh. Want some before Ah put it away?"
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