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Here Comes Trouble; Dugan, Nightcrawler
Topic Started: Mar 23 2010, 10:43 PM (586 Views)
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Date: 15th March
Time: 1pm




A scowl set on her face, Theresa Rourke glowered around the interior of the Government car she was currently locked in, being transported off like a piece of meat, with the guy in the hat beside her. She glared at him out of the corner of her eye and went back to staring out of the window at the passing trees. A fine flaming mess Tom had gone and gotten her into. A fine mess she had gotten herself into. It was all very well blaming her wayward relation but she could have told him to go do one. Well…In many ways she felt she owed him, hence taking to the life of crime as she had, far away from home and now, it had gone and gotten her in a serious load of shit. Tagged like a flaming dog. She gave the bracelet around her right wrist a baleful glower and started to poke at it again with her left hand. God in his mercy, this was inhumane treatment! What was she, a damn stray dog or something?

“So are we nearly there yet, then?” she asked as the man got off his phone, glaring at him with her blue-green eyes, her expression full of impatience. Terry wanted out of that car and for this nightmare, or at least part of it, to go away. Dragging a hand through her wild red hair, she shook her head. She was being carted off to some nice, safe, happy place for little mutant waifs and strays. Sounded lovely, if that was your idea of fun. The Irish girl wasn’t sure if she could hack another boarding school. She’d been there and done that and Tom had had to drag her out of there before she’d killed someone…or someone had killed her. Probably one of the nuns. Getting drunk and then sick surely hadn’t helped, but what had he expected her to do for entertainment in that dump?

Watching out of the window as they drove on, the soldier boy driving them made a turn and she felt a sort of sick little feeling in her stomach grow; nerves. No, she couldn’t be nervous, surely. She couldn’t show them that and let them think they were getting to her and this place wouldn’t be forever. They couldn’t keep her shut up forever. Folding her arms grouchily, a deeper scowl worked its way on to her face as the building came into proper view. Oh, she was not at all feeling any endearment towards SHIELD for this little placement, not at all…
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“Agent Dugan here. We request someone to escort Miss Rourke into the mansion.”

Dum-Dum Dugan waited for a confirmation from the person on the other end before slapping his phone shut and sliding it back in the inside pocket of his coat. He craned his neck a little as he peered through the car window at the lovely trees lining the road, making a mental note to keep his visits here as brief as possible. It wasn't that he had a problem with mutants. On the contrary, he had a lot of respect for Grey-Summers, Logan, and others he had known to be extremely capable individuals. He just didn't like being one of the few regular joes amongst all the supernatural freaks. It made him feel like he had to be constantly on guard for the slightest sign of a threat – even more than usual, and that got tiring after a while.

“So are we nearly there yet, then?”

Dugan studied her as he chewed on the stone-cold half of a cigar he had not been able to light due to policy. Apparently smoking with minors in the car was frowned upon... damn bleeding-heart politicians. Did they really expect the men and women of the varied armed forces to cope with the stresses of keeping them safe and free without any sort of vice or coping mechanism?

“Thirty more minutes,” he finally replied despite knowing that it was closer to thirty more seconds before the mansion came in view. What he really wanted to say was that if she didn't stop rolling her eyes at him the way she had, he would permanently remove that pretty voice of hers. Then she wouldn't even have to bother with the null cuff strapped on her.

Half a minute later, they turned right, pulling into the drive of an immaculate mansion that served as a mutant school called Xavier's. As the car pulled to a halt, Dugan grabbed the door handle and popped it open, climbing out of the vehicle first and holding it open for the little redhead. He pushed the derby back on his head as his deep brown eyes took in the expansive lawn and impressive construction just beyond the gate. He finally took a look at the man sent to meet them.

“Guess we got the right place.”
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The Xavier Institute was about to get a new student, which wasn’t an uncommon thing at all, new students were always coming to the school and they had gotten quite a few in the last little while. The thing about this new student that wasn’t quite as common and a little worrying was that she was being brought in by a SHIELD agent. The mansion had received the call requesting someone to escort one Miss Rourke to the mansion a few moments ago, which meant that one of the X-Men would have to meet her and the agent at the gate surrounding the front of the property.

Kurt Wagner, otherwise known as Nightcrawler had been asked to be the one to escort the new girl to the mansion. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had been asked in particular, but then again he was one of the younger members of the X-Men, as well as probably one of the least intimidating, well...personality wise at least, because he was somewhat intimidating as far as outer appearances went. He did look like a fuzzy, blue demon, tail, fangs, glowing eyes, pointed ears and all. He probably could have activated his image inducer, but there probably wasn’t any point. The girl would eventually end up finding out what he looked like anyway and SHIELD most likely knew what the various different members of the X-Men looked like as well.

He headed out to the gate very shortly after they first received the call and waited, it turned out that he didn’t have to wait very long, which he didn’t surprise him at all. The girl, Miss Rourke, was a little redhead of about sixteen or seventeen, who didn’t look very happy about her situation at all. He offered her a friendly smile, and then he turned his glowing, golden eyes to Agent Dugan, “You did indeed.” He replied, still smiling, “Kurt Wagner or Nightcrawler at your service and you must be Miss Rourke.” He added, his gaze shifting back to the girl.
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The moustached man responded to her question by telling her it would be another thirty minutes. Where the hell was this school anyway? It seemed like they’d been driving forever as it was. However, the car made a turning and it became obvious as they pulled up, that the man had been pulling her leg, out of annoyance or entertainment, Terry didn’t know and she followed him out of the car, arms folded across her chest, cussing slightly under her breath as she straightened up. Her arse was numb from the journey and she felt in need of a good drink.

“Guess we got the right place.”

Terry looked up as Dugan said that, staring at the man who was waiting for them. Sure, Tom was a tree and so to her, mutations weren’t exactly deeply unsettling as they might be for some, less exposed to the world, but this was a slightly new state of affairs for the redhead and she goggled for a moment. Was he some great, blue leprechaun with a tail? Glancing sideways at Dugan she set her eyes on him menacingly. “And this is a nice, safe school is it eh?” she asked obstinately, to make sure everyone present knew just what she thought of her current situation. If mentally kicking herself could have a physical impression, she’d certainly be black and blue, but she couldn’t, so all she had was her words.

What sort of name was Nightcrawler? The man spoke with a German accent and was smiling at her in that nice way teachers often did when they were still young and keen to help all the little children. He’d learn…Snorting a bit as he called her Miss, she set him a look. “My name’s Theresa. Terry,” the Irish girl offered, seeing no need to be formal with him as this looked to be her new home; calling her Miss was too much like letting her constantly know she was in trouble, which she soon would be anyway, more than likely, so a little reprieve would be enjoyable. Looking at Dugan again, a pleading light came into her eyes.

“So can yer take this off yet then?” she asked, meaning the cuff around her wrist. They could have even handcuffed her or blindfolded her or whatever they wanted to, but the feeling she couldn’t access her powers, like there was a big off switch taped down…That was the worst. Couldn’t they see it would be? Suddenly she was regretting being a royal pain in the arse, as she realised that now she was well and truly stuck here, at the mercy of the school and SHIELD.
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“Not my call, kid,” Dugan said giving the girl a disapproving look. It was clear she was taking a jab at Wagner for the way he looked with her snide comment about the school's safety, and he didn't appreciate her rudeness.

Despite the pretenses he put up in front of his men, Dugan had a lot of respect for the mutant community. He'd known Logan for years, and despite Fury's disagreements with the man, Dugan and short-stuff had gotten on pretty well. He'd been a pretty damn good drinking buddy. Sure... he called the men and women of SHIELD's premier metahuman team freaks, but that was just the old jarhead in him. It was never completely serious.

“Orders stated that I'm supposed to deliver you into custody with null cuff on. Once you're on the other side of that gate,” he said with a jerk of his head toward the iron bars, “The good people of Xavier's can leave it on or take it off and deep fry it if they want.”

Without another word, Dugan pulled a several sheets of paper and a pen from an inside pocket and handed the bulk of them to Nightcrawler, “These are her custody papers, all filled out nice and neat. Tell Mr. Grey-Summers that we've already been through the courts and cleared the necessary steps on his end. Please put those in a safe place.”

“And,” he laid the single sheet he still held in his hand on the roof of the car, placing the pen on top of it, “I'll need your signature stating that you've willfully and with full knowledge of the circumstances taken custody of her and she is no longer the responsibility of the United States or SHIELD.”
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He was already beginning to get the impression that this girl was going to be a bit of a trouble maker, which didn’t really bother him. He had always been better at dealing with trouble makers than some of his compatriots, but that was likely because he was only twenty-three and still enjoyed pulling a prank or two himself, especially on April Fool’s Day, but that was beside the point at the moment. She made a jab about his appearance, but it didn’t phase him, he had gotten used to those sorts of comments over the years. Kurt merely chuckled and said, “I can assure you that I only look intimidating, and am actually one of the more easy to get along with staff members of this place.”

The girl gave him a look and he returned it levelly, the interaction was followed by her introducing herself, “It is nice to meet you, Terry,” he replied, “You may call me Kurt, being called Mr. Wagner, still...” he had to take a moment to find the right word in English, “...weirds me out slightly, since I’m not much older than most of the students. I only greeted you as Miss Rourke, because I hadn’t known your first name.” He added and turned his glowing, golden eyes to the SHIELD agent as he pulled out several sheets of paper, as well as a pen. It looked like he might have to sign something.

Most of them were handed to him and he took them, his strange eyes scanning them quickly, but efficiently. It quickly became evident that this girl was more than just a mere trouble maker. She had actually gotten in trouble with law on more than one occasion and didn't even try to cover up her powers. He was beginning to think that she would be harder to live with than he originally thought.

Dugan asked him to tell Scott that they had already been through the courts and cleared up whatever they could. Kurt did nod in agreement, but he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to talk to his team leader about this at the moment, because the man had been acting incredibly strangely of late and he honestly wasn't sure how to deal with him. He looked up from the papers as another one and the pen were placed on the roof of the car. Kurt read over that one as well, and then picked up the pen to sign it. He did and then glanced back at the girl, with another smile, “Are you ready to enter your new home?”
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Terry was about two steps away from sitting down on the ground and gnawing that flaming null cuff thing off her wrist. In years to come there’d be laws against this sort of thing, surely. Dugan didn’t like her, that much was evident and it didn’t particularly bother her, although she secretly hoped it was for her attitude than her extra special genes, as it was hard enough to be a bloody mutant. The Irish girl looked up at the school, at the size of it and felt nerves jab at her. Lord above, she hadn’t chosen this! Her life of crime wasn’t ideal, but at least she’d been with family, well, mostly. Tom had other commitments, but he still watched out for her, even though he was a lying scumbag patch of bark.

Flipping her red hair out of her eyes, she squared her shoulders, letting her cuffed wrist fall heavily to her side. “Fine, I’ll wait then,” she said through gritted teeth, annoyed at the orders, annoyed at herself…Eying the blue man she gave a slight snort. “Intimidating wasn’t the word entering my mind, truth be told…” Terry replied honestly, rolling her eyes inwardly as he asked to be called by his Christian name. Teachers who were all pally like that set her nerves on edge; she never really trusted their motives until she learnt them. Still, that could just be because she’d been taught by nuns and for all their holiness, they had been scary ladies at times.

Watching the men as papers were being handed around so that she could be signed for like a piece of furniture, her scowl deepened a little for a moment until she became distracted by the building again and she swallowed, looking up at it. Oh boy. No getting out of this one, there really wasn’t.

“Are you ready to enter your new home?”

“Home? Yer talkin’ as if I have a bit of choice in the matter here,” the redhead responded, still looking up at the school with wide green eye. This wasn’t home; Cassidy Keep was her home, despite the fact she’d given up claim to that name, considering herself a Rourke for the indefinite future. Finding out your Da was your cousin and your real father had abandoned your mother would probably make any teenager revert to their mother’s maiden name. “Eh…Well I suppose I have to come in, really…” Terry finished, resigned to the fact, but not happy at all.
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As soon as blue signed on the dotted line, Dugan folded the piece of paper and slid it in an inside pocket. He looked from Wagner to Rourke, the corner of his mouth twitching underneath his bushy mustache. The little redheaded snot was a piece of work, but she was no longer a piece of work under the charge of the good ol' US of A. The girl was Grey-Summers' responsibility now, and that was all that Dum Dum cared about.

He gave the kid a sharp look as she reluctantly agreed to follow Kurt inside, “We did you a favor, settin you up with these people, kid. Don't make us regret it, because if I have to come back here and get you, I'm bringin a birch switch with me. You be good.”

Kids... no respect even when the people around try to do right by them.

He looked back up at Nightcrawler, touching the tip of his derby, “Mr. Wagner, say hello to Summers for me, and please let him know that Director Hodge would like to set up a meeting with him in the next few weeks to discuss some things.”

Without another word, he turned and opened the front passenger-side door. Dugan gave the girl one more brief glance from over his shoulder before shutting it. “Corporal,” he said to the driver, “lets get a drink. You're buyin.”
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Kurt quirked a brow at the little redhead when he heard her snort, “Oh really?” He asked, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly into another small smile, “What word did enter your mind then?” He was curious, “Perhaps funny looking? I’ve gotten that on more than one occasion.” His smile widened slightly, again his attempt at good humour wasn’t phony and he didn’t really have any ulterior motives, other than trying to help the girl feel a bit more comfortable, though he had serious doubts that it would be that easy for her to feel more comfortable around the school, but he could try his best. Mind you at the same time part of him thought the idea of bringing this particular girl into the school was a bit worrying...

He awaited a response to his question about whether or not Terry was ready to enter the school finally, to some degree he wasn’t that surprised by the sort of answer she gave him, “Maybe ‘home’ wasn’t the right word to use this soon upon your arrival,” he admitted after a moment, “I could say I’m sure it will not be as bad as you think, but I’m fairly certain you would not believe me.” He added and then turned his golden, glowing eyes back to the SHIELD agent before he left the property.

Kurt inclined his head in response to Dugan’s words, “I will,” he said, though he still wasn’t sure how he was going to break this to Scott in the strange and worrying state he was currently in. A moment later Dugan turned away from them and set about heading out, the blue, fuzzy mutant glanced at the girl again and let her past the gate, “Welcome to the Xavier Institute,” he said and began to lead her towards the mansion.
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Well, that was simple. Rather like a parcel, she’d been dumped off at this school and signed for, why, just like a parcel. Crap like that did wonders for your confidence in people as well as in yourself. Terry snorted a little as she was told to behave, but almost good naturedly. Nothing else she could do now but go along with things and hope for the best. Eying Wagner again, Terry shook her head. He really wanted an answer to that one? Well, his fault if he didn’t like the answer then.

“Actually, leprechaun was springing’ to mind, but that might just be me,” the redhead said honestly with a little shrug of her slender shoulders as she watched the car pull away, giving a slightly sarcastic wave to its rear windscreen, although she half wished they were taking her back to the city with them.

Raising an eyebrow as the man said she might not believe what he said, Terry felt herself sag inwardly as she followed him in through the gates. “I don’t know anythin’ other than what the SHIELD people told me so I can’t think much about the place. Sure I don’t want to be here, but then I don’t want to be in jail either, or anywhere else other than where I was this time last week.”

The school building stood large and proud before them. It was alright, if you liked that sort of thing. School had never held a dear place in her heart, ever since the horrors of boarding at St. Elizabeth’s. Still, least she’d have no batty old nuns here, giving her a lecture for every foot put wrong, which was quite a few.

Trailing after him, she picked at her null cuff, half expecting to get an electric shock from the thing as she fiddled with it. “So. Can I have this thing off? I’m sure it’s givin’ me a rash,” Terry exaggerated slightly as she continued to lag slightly behind the blue furred man.
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Nine days in this hellhole... pfft, Ruby smirked. As far as mind games went, this place was better than the hole he'd been shoved into on the helicarrier, so he was having as much fun as he could around here, get as much info to figure out what to do from here. Something had to happen. Something had to be done to get him out of this confinement.

For now though, he was well and goodly trapped so fuck it, might as well get the most out of it. He was wandering around the gardens in the sun, enjoying the fact that he wasn't a fucking gimp here, with a bum leg, and a belly full of pain killers locked away from the fresh air. He had become a city boy, in his adulthood, but there was still a part of Ruby Summers that remembered his childhood in the Alaskan wilds, the Hawaiian beaches, the Nebraskan plains. He'd been an active kid, and part of him... part he denied, because he was the sort of man who denied anything that wasn't part of his image, missed the freedom of it.

So, he was wandering around outside, smoking a cigarette he'd 'confiscated' from a student, when he saw a red haired girl dropped off by an official looking car that had Fed written all over it, even if it wasn't in letters. The blue elf he'd seen around the school, Wagner, was coming to collect the girl, from a bowler hatted chump, who handed her over neat as you please and headed off. Ruby took a finally pull of his cigarette before he casually flicked the butt into the grass and ground it out with his foot. This was really none of his business, after all.

So, why was he heading over to stick his nose where it didn't belong?

"Hey," he said, "Wagner, who's this?" He glanced at the girl, "I'm Scott Summers," he said, taking a beat to remember how he was supposed to introduce himself here, "I'm sort of the head honcho around here. Who're you and what brings you to this happy little home for wayward weirdos?"

If she was someone like him, someone being dicked around in this false memory construction, maybe she was a clue to getting the hell back where he belonged.
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He didn’t imagine he would like being dropped off somewhere just like a parcel either, but then again his own mother had abandoned him when he was a baby, or that is what he had been told. He had been exceptionally lucky when Margali had found him and brought him into her own family, raising him just like he had always been one of her own children. If she hadn’t he probably wouldn’t have lived beyond his first week if even that, unfortunately not everyone was so lucky. For a moment he wondered how his adoptive mother was doing now, though they hadn’t parted on good terms, but he soon shook that thought away and continued to quirk an eyebrow at the girl, awaiting a response to his question.

Kurt could guarantee that he most likely wouldn’t be offended by whatever she had thought when she first saw his rather...unique personage. He chuckled when she finally answered, “A leprechaun? Well...that is certainly the first time I’ve heard that one. I’ve gotten elf before, but not leprechaun.” He smiled, “I suppose having pointy ears can easily conjure up those sorts of images.” He had actually gotten elf several times, in fact there were several people around the campus that had given him the nickname ‘elf’ or ‘fuzzy elf’. He didn’t really mind either, there were much worse nicknames that he could have been given, but that was beside the point at the moment.

He turned his attention back to Terry as she spoke again, “This probably will not make you feel any better about your whole situation, but you are not the first new student to come here unwillingly, most of them settle in fairly easily and quickly, but there have been a few who need more time to feel comfortable around everyone and in this place.” He wasn’t sure if his words were comforting at all, but at least he tried.

The redhead asked if she could finally take off her null cuff, he had to take a moment to remember what her file had said about the trouble she had gotten into. He hesitated, but then realized that if he said ‘no’ it wouldn’t help her feel any more comfortable here, in fact it might make it worse, and they were on the Xavier Institute’s property, quite close to the front entrance, so he figured that if she tried to make a run for it he would probably get some aid fairly quickly. Plus he could teleport pretty much instantaneously, he also believed her when she said she really didn’t want to go to jail, most teenagers didn’t and she had been given a chance to avoid such a punishment.

His golden glowing eyes glanced at the cuff and then at the girl, before replying to her, and he was just about to when Scott approached them. He warily shifted his gaze over to his team leader, he still wasn’t sure what was going on with Scott, but he seemed to be acting relatively normally...at the moment at least, “Guten tag, Scott,” he greeted, managing a small smile, “This is Theresa Roarke, a new addition to the school.” He left it at that for now, letting the girl in question say a few words before he handed over her file.
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Terry’s eyebrows were now lodged in a half amused, half really just confused expression as the teacher continued, chattering on at her. “What, yer ears are pointy? I didn’t even notice…” she replied, her voice deadpan through her thick Irish accent. There was one thing the girl had learnt through the years and that was there was absolutely no point in making friends with your teachers, no matter how nice they were because at the end of the day, they were there to teach you and to kick your arse if you didn’t behave any. This fellow was friendly, sure, but being her best pal wasn’t going to get her to do her homework.

“And I know I’m not gonna be the first person ter not want ter be here. It’s a school, right?”

The nature of her arrival made Terry feel there was little point putting on any airs and graces. No one was expecting a princess here or anything, she was just going to be herself, every obstinate, mouthy inch of her. It was just this poor blue guy’s luck that he was the one on the receiving end of her initial wrath and general distain for what SHIELD, in their eternal wisdom, had decided to do with her.

About to ask where her room was, so that she could drag herself off and shut herself in for a bit – namely three days or so – Terry was distracted by a man ambling over towards them, wearing a weird pair of red shades at this ‘Scott Summers’, then at Wagner once more, feeling like she was stuck between a rock and a strange place. Used to mutants, boarding schools and do-gooders, albeit in the shape of nuns, Terry definitely was…But this place was already screaming loony bin at her and she’d only met two members of staff. Oh, she wanted a drink to get her through this. With a shot of something inside her, it’d make more sense, surely.

“Isn’t this the bloke the SHEILD officer told you ter tell about the meetin’ thing and the court stuff?” she exercised her smartarse mouth and turned her attention to the normal looking man, who was probably just as weird as Wagner and smelt of cigarette smoke. She held out a thin hand, regardless, proffering it at the older man for shaking and introduced herself, reiterating on what Wagner had already said.

“Theresa Rourke. Terry. Got arrested by SHEILD last week and they didn’t fancy wastin’ taxpayers money sendin’ me ter jail I guess, so here I am. You the head teacher then? Y’don’t talk like one,” there was no pride in her voice, just a great deal of clear honestly. No reason not to be, with the fucking null cuff hanging on her wrist like an evil limpet, announcing her as trouble for anyone who could see it and identify the cuff for what it was.

Wait, backtrack on what he’d said there. Happy home for wayward weirdos…”You on somethin’ mister?” she asked quizzically, a look of amusement beginning to spread on her sharp face. Oh, this might actually be funny.
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“Guten tag, Scott,” he greeted, managing a small smile, “This is Theresa Rourke, a new addition to the school.” The blue skinned guy was a kraut, huh. Well, nothing wrong with that. This wasn't World War II, and this happy little elf sure wasn't one of the master race... well, not as Hitler defined it anyhow.

"Well, ain't that peachy," Ruby said, with a smirk. He looked the girl over, as she thrust her hand out without much enthusiasm. She was wearing a null cuff, which interested him, and he shook her hand, with a wrist also cuffed, though his was disguised as a wristwatch. He turned her hand slightly to look at the cuff, and said, "Shield stamped, huh? I don't know if it's up to me to take this off, but yeah, I think we can dispense with the cuff, can't we? After all, I'm in charge here, right?"

Ruby looked at the girl, a tiny little Irish thing if he hadn't gone completely blind, deaf and stupid, and he wondered what the hell she did to deserve this. She was a mutant, and she was just a kid. “Theresa Rourke. Terry. Got arrested by SHEILD last week and they didn’t fancy wastin’ taxpayers money sendin’ me ter jail I guess, so here I am. You the head teacher then? Y’don’t talk like one,”

"We wouldn't want the taxpayers to have to deal with naughty little gene-jokes now, would we? It would hurt the national economy," Ruby snorted, cocking an eyebrow, "Yeah, in recent days, I've found my outlook on this teaching thing in a... transitional state. Almost like I'm a whole nother person."

”You on somethin’ mister?”

He laughed and said, "Why, that would be darn irresponsible of me, wouldn't it. No, I am at the moment as clean and sober as a deacon. So, what do we do with Miss Rourke, a criminal and reluctant student with a mouth on her and a chip on her shoulder? I've seen kids like you many many times, Theresa, little thugs looking to make a name. Keep in mind that I was neither born yesterday, nor feel like putting up with garbage, and maybe we'll get along. Why don't we head up to the School, Wagner, and show the little miss to her room? You can handle all the paperwork, I think, or pass it along to Jeannie."

Dropping Terry's hand, he said, "You landed yourself in the middle of Disneyland for Muties, lass. Why you're here and what you'll do with it, well, that's your choice. Let's see if you can get over yourself enough to make it a good one."
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Kurt wasn’t really trying to be her best friend or anything; he didn’t try to do such a thing with any of the students. Sure he wasn’t that much older than some of the more senior students, but it would be slightly strange to be friends with the younger students. He was just naturally the friendly sort, unless someone gave him a reason to be less than friendly to them. Terry’s response to his comment about her not being the first person who came here and didn’t want to be here made him think that perhaps what he had said had been a bit too obvious. “You do have a point.” He replied after a moment.

His glowing, golden gaze shifted back over to Scott, “Ja that would be him,” he said in response to the girl’s question, if he thought that she was being a bit of a smartass with it he didn’t let it show. Part of him was curious about how Scott would react to this particular girl, and another part of him was a bit worried about it, since the little redhead definitely had a mouth on her. He wanted to comment on Scott saying that he felt like a whole other person, but he chose not to...not out loud at least. You are certainly acting like a whole different person... He thought in silence and ran a three-fingered hand through his dark hair.

He listened as Scott and Terry bantered back a forth for a few moments, eventually quirking a brow when his team leader told him that he could handle all the paperwork or ask Jean to handle it. If that was the case maybe he should handle it himself, though he thought it might be in his best interest to talk to Jean first and see what she thought about who should handle it.

“I think that would be a good idea,” he replied, having to agree with helping Terry find her room, or at least give her directions to where it was, as well as the number. He would ponder what to do about the paperwork as they headed up to the school.
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