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What Else Is There on Tuesdays?; (Open)
Topic Started: Sep 26 2010, 09:32 AM (603 Views)
KallenJennison
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Date: Tuesday, Late August
Time: High Sun



The day was so beautiful. It was appropriate for him to sit under the sunrays blanketing over the front lawn. He had removed his shoes to let his feet touch the gentle grass and twiddled his toes against the cool breeze that flew his direction. Of course it could have been the work of one of the weather manipulating mutants in the school, but either way he was just happy for the time that he had alone. Armed with his pen and Sudoku book that resembled somewhat of a pocket notepad, he tackled what he dealt against best and arranged the numbers where they belonged. Without realizing time flying by so fast, it had been thirty minutes past and fifty-two pages worth since he first parked himself on the patch of grass.

Kallen started to feel a little tired, no doubt he thought as a result of the melatonin his skin released from the sunrays. He placed the pad down on his chest, and stretched his arms behind his head. Instantly when he closed his eyes, memories of the past several years he had been at Xavier’s rushed through his head. It seemed like movie trailers connected to each other, one story showing a preview of the next. He remembered faces of teachers and students he had gotten close to that used to walk the halls, some graduated, some leaving for personal reasons, and some before losing their very lives to fight the fight he had always wanted to.

Statistically the percentage of people that went to college were quite low, and to think of the percentage that either quit or just simply fail out on top was just simply embarrassing. Kallen had a different plan for his life, a plan with his own future that involved academia. Yes, he was one of the eldest students taking advanced classes in the school for the gifted, but that’s what he was: he was gifted. Taking college masters programs were rare at Xaviers, some of the times the students don’t even live long enough to be able to take them. But he had a vision, and with the amount of great minds that surrounded him in the school he would simply be crazy not to take in the lessons that they all could give him.

Being a logical type of person, he was absolutely ecstatic about excelling fantastically in the simple surface worlds of all humans. The direction his life was going was somewhere where the majority of popular human culture wanted and expected him to be. Still, there was a side of him that he couldn’t calculate. A side that he rarely ever taps into and a side that he had the biggest weakness on: the emotional side.

It bothered him slightly at the thought of being emotional. He was always better with finding answers to any problems while solving them as if they were mathematical equations. There were positive and negative scenarios, whatever the reasoning may be for them were completely inconsequential. He understood it as a flaw, but to what extent he really couldn’t figure out too well. All he knew right now was the warmth of the sun plus the soft feeling of the grass, multiplied by the cool and refreshing breeze equaled to some great alone time. The feeling was so great that he didn’t even realize that there had been a person approaching him, that was until the person’s shadow covered the sunrays in front of his face upon which he had opened his eyes. Blinking, he looked at the person trying to make out the shadowed face directly in front of the sun.

“Hey…” he said, looking up as he attempted to figure out who the person was.
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Mark Sheppard
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Arriving at the school on the first of August meant that Mark had been living here for about one month. The month of September was coming up, which got him depressed. Around this time, kids and teenagers started to enter the depths of their personal hell... school. Although, Xavier's school was very different in that fact. Students were allowed to stay all year round if they wanted to, taking classes or their choices when they wanted to. That was one of the best things. Mark didn't have to go to stupid, old school; watch his fat teacher spill coffee on his new plaid shirt every morning; watch some potheads smoking in the hallways, getting yelled at by the pretty, blond teacher; and, especially, having to hear that stupid high school chant every morning. It felt like prison.

This new school for the gifted did not feel like a prison at all. Mark felt free when he walked through the hallways, seeing different mutants hanging out with each other, like there was nothing wrong. That was probably it, there was nothing wrong to begin with. The problem for Mark was that he was used to the concepts of different cliques running around school. You had the jocks, the jocks' groupies, the nerds, the band freaks, the potheads, the losers, etc. Each and every person here was different, at the least. Yet, they were all friendly with each other; despite contrasts in personality and appearance. Maybe Mark would be able to break out of his shell here, and finally become his own person.

Thinking about it some more, Mark just realized that his previous 'ordinary' school year would have been his last anyways. He just graduated as a senior, with a 3.5. That was good enough to be put on the honor roll, right? He didn't need some over-achieving 4.6 and whatnot. Mark was especially glad that he had found Jack to tell him about this private school. If not, he would be going to that boring and probably difficult college life: lost, confused, and no instructions on life. Mark would definitely be a helpless boy without anyone guiding him. Still thinking of September, he realized that his birthday was coming up soon, on the twenty-first.

Nineteen. Oh, how great that sounded. He wasn't a teenager anymore, he now had the title of a young adult. While walking in the hallways toward the front lobby and entrance, Mark threw up his hands in the air and shouted some random noises. A group of students walked by, waved, and laughed. "I'll see you all later!" He stopped for a few seconds, then continued walking again. Finally, he made it to the front entrance, opened the door, and the bright lights pierced into his vision. It was late August, meaning that the sun would not be as bright as it would be in June. However, he could still say that it wasn't as dim either.

Jogging to the concrete steps below, he sat down. Taking out his iPod and earphones, he slouched his shoulders, and started moving his head towards the song's rhythm. As he was listening to Michael Jackson's 'Beat It,' his hands started to create a bright, white light. This was the one out of all three of his energy-related powers that he wanted to develop the most. There was so much potential of what he could do with it, but it was also the most difficult to use. His eyes started to wander off into the distance, and he noticed a black-haired man lying on the grass.

The man sort of looked like an older version of him. Though, Mark thought that he would grow up being the sexiest man alive. With the best sight of his that can be, he saw a bee flying near the man. Being a young adult of small deeds, he put his iPod in his pocket, earphones still in his ears, and quickly walked towards the man. He was basically standing over him now, moving the bee away with his hands. When the man looked up and him and said 'hey,' Mark stopped for a second to realized that he may have interrupted his sleep. "Ah, there was a bee."

That was a funny excuse, but Mark heavily disliked bees, meaning that he wouldn't want anyone else to be simply stung by one. It was more painful than one though, maybe even for a mutant. "Sorry if I woke you up." Seeing that the man probably had no idea of whom he was, he threw his arm down for a handshake. "I'm Mark. Mark Sheppard."
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KallenJennison
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“Oh, well thank you for saving me from the deadly pains of a bee sting,” Kallen responded as he sat up to get the view of the male voice out of the sun’s direct light. That’s when he noticed that some of the light that he was getting blinded with actually came from what he saw now was a young man’s hands. How amazing. He would have to ask one of the professors later how that young boy’s powers worked scientifically.

“No worries, I wasn’t sleeping. Sometimes its just easier to think about things when my eyes are closed, you know?”

He noticed that for as long as he had been in the school, there were still people that he hadn’t made contact with or even knew by just seeing them around. Sure he read the files of the students. As a senior X-Man and an older student, he took it upon himself to be responsible of knowing the kids around the school. Perhaps it was what happened during Apocalypse when he was faced with the facts of possibly being one of the only new adults left if the rest of the staff members hadn’t returned. While he did read up on them, there was only so much a hard-working full-time college student, senior X-Man and young adult could do. Luckily enough for him, the young man introduced himself.

“Hey there Mark, I’m Kallen,” he said with a pleasant smile, standing up and reaching his hand out to the young student. “you have some pretty interesting abilities, man.”

Different effects of powers with different types of music. The headphones he had around his neck should have been a dead giveaway. He noted to himself on being more intuitive next time he encountered someone in the school he didn’t know. Looking at the young man, he tried to find words to start an ice breaker. It bothered him that with seemingly impossible math and science problem he could always find an answer for “x”, but when it came to starting a conversation with other people it might as well have been an alien language.

“So.. uhh… you’ve been here about a month now right?” he said, scratching the back of his head at how stupid he must have sounded. “How are you enjoying things around here?”

Kallen tried to think of movies he had watched that involved high school or college students speaking to each other. He remembered that everyone seemed to cool down when beer was involved, but he didn’t have any and it seemed that the young man wasn’t even old enough to enjoy a cold brew. Where was Wolverine when you needed him? He could have started with “yo, bro” but he figured that it probably wouldn’t sound natural coming from him. Instead, he decided to go for something a little more about the young man’s topic.

“What types of music do you like?”
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Jayson
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Various dossiers of new students were clutched in Jayson's right hand. Before training with Kel Jayson decided to use her time wisely by looking over the new students. Training regularly with Kel gave her the idea to go ahead and start helping other students train their powers, too. Most of her time was spent either training or patrolling the grounds randomly, so why not help the other students?

It being the last official month of summer Jayson wanted to get all the sunlight she could. So, she thought it best to train outside. Too soon snow would be on the ground. Too soon the cold would wake her in the middle of the night. Why must it snow and freeze and be miserable?

Yet, the training session went a little awry. Unsure if she hurt Kel she kept insisting to take Kel to the infirmary. Though, he did not take her shoulder. Afraid for her friend she held out her hands in an almost hug trying to not touch him. She was worried for the Regen. Worried that she actually hurt him.

Coming near the front of the building, Jayson wanted to quicken her pace but she dared not. "Kel, are you sure you don't help?" Her voice was filled with concern. Kel being in the state he was was her fault. Jayson knew this. If she hurt him in any truly damaging way than how would she face herself? But was it not Kel who said she could fight without restraint? Being a regen meant Kel could heal any wound rapidly. Was the sound of breaking bones becoming music to her ears?

The pieces of paper filled with listing of new students, their powers, and a short profile slipped free of their manila folders. These had been copied with permission from the school's database. They were mostly confidental so when she realized the papers were now caught in the light wind, Jayson let her hands fall to her sides. For a brief second she clentched her fists before uttering, "Damn." Off she ran collecting the papers. Thus, leaving Kel to his self.

Only forty feet from Kel the last paper blew across the grass to two young men. One was one of the new students she would recognize as being in the dossiers she had been pursing earlier that now where either crinkled in her hand. Except that one. The other was a fellow X-man. Most of the time she spent with Kallen was during the Apocalypse. All but the final battle Jayson stayed on the grounds trying to keep the students calm.

"Give that to me," she said to the two before greeting them. Jayson was afraid it was the student's dossier that laid on the ground. What a conversation starter?
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Kelrian was... irritated.

Whether it was with himself or Jayson it couldn't be said. He didn't know. Probably both. He usually did better than this when training with Jayson. His mind just wasn't on track or something, that had to be it. In any case, he was annoyed at himself for not being up to his usual level in training and annoyed at Jayson for acting weird about it. Obviousy he was fine. No injuries. Perfect health.

Why the hell was she fussing over him when he was a little worn out after an intense training session? Well it could have been simply that in the time she knew him, she probably had never really seen him worn out or anything other than energetic. He almost never slept; being tired was weird.

"Kel, are you sure you don't help?" Jayson asked him. Again.

"Jayson, I'm perfectly fine, I don't need help. I wouldn't even be going to the infirmary but for your insistance. Because I don't need to. I never need to. You know that," he said, tone betraying his unusually not-so-cheerful mood. Even when he wasn't happy he usually at least acted all cheerful and friendly. Too much like work, right now, and anyway weren't you supposed to be able to act like yourself around your friends? Though he had finally given up and decided to let her drag him down to see Avery or Hank.

Suddenly a gust of wind took some papers from Jayson's hand. He hadn't asked what they were; he tended to keep track of who comes and goes from the mansion as well. Since he helped with night security and all, kinda was a good idea to know who was supposed to be there and who wasn't. He stared after her a few moments when she ran across the lawn after the papers.

Usually he'd have attempted to go pick them all up for her or something. Instead he followed after at his own pace, arriving shortly after Jayson demanded that the others give her the paper on the ground beside them. The blond young man rolled his eyes and picked the paper up for her. Because she totally couldn't have done so herself. A glance at the men, he recognized them both, one as a new student the other as one of the X-Men. Sorta what Kel had just been breaking bones over a short time ago, training to become. Handing the paper to Jayson, he settled down on the ground at her feet, sprawling in the grass. It had looked comfortable. And it was.

There was no way he was moving.
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Mark Sheppard
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Mark saw that the man's eyes were squinting up at him. It was weird, because Mark was blocking the sunlight, creating a shadow over the man. When he looked down at his own two hands, he noticed that bright, white light were still emitting from his fingertips. Quickly, "Oh, sorry, man." The earphone that was still in his left ear was so comfortable, that he forgot that they were in there. Taking them out and putting his iPod and earphones in his pocket, the white light suddenly vanished. Mark saved him from a bee sting, but blinded him with light. It canceled each other out, he thought.

Though, when Mark realized that the man had a facial expression of awe; he thoughtfully sighed. He had that reaction when meeting most mutants to, as their powers were just so amazing. Being at the mansion for only a month, there were still plenty of different mutations to see, whether physical or not. This guy before him probably had the same thoughts running through his mind. "I just close my eyes whenever I get tired, then fall asleep." However, he never thought about it that way before.

Mark was definitely right about it, because the next thing the guy said was his name and that Mark's powers were interesting. "Kallen? I would have to say that your name is interesting... in a good way. I just have simple, old: Mark." Wanting to continue the conversation further, rather than stop at a comment without a thank you, "Thanks. It's pretty much that different genres of music gives me different types of energy-related abilities." Smiling, he was glad that someone was actually interested in his powers; rather than him always being the one to ask questions.

"... yeah, I've been here since the first of August." Mark wondered how Kallen knew how long that he has been here. He did look older; maybe an older student that knew everyone? Or, better yet, an X-Man who most likely knew every person that lived there. "I'm doing good. Only a month, and I'm already used to it." After a few moments, he realized that his statement was such an understatement. "I LOVE it here. It's just so chill. I can't even call it a prison that I call school."

"Music?" Mark thought about this question. Before he had hit puberty and his powers started to manifest, he never did like music. However, when that moment did strike, he fell in love with the sound of music. "I can't really say, ya' know?" Tapping on his jean pocket where his iPod hid safely, "I listen to all types of music; mostly because I had to listen to all types of music to see if I got anymore powers." Smiling, he realized that he forgotten one big thing in that opinion, "Though, I hate that hardcore rock. It's so irritating. The only good use it does is giving me really, really, really powerful energy blasts. But, what do I need that for? At least not now."

From the side, he heard a bit of commotion, seeing a girl that he may have seen a few times around the mansion before. She asked if him or Kallen could pick up a paper she probably dropped. As Mark was thinking about what she was asking them to do, a blonde guy came from behind and picked it up for her. He slightly got to see what was on the papers before they were picked up. "Wait, did I just see my face on one of those?" Scratching his head, the guy looked at the grass and laid on it.

This must be some comfortable grass.
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“Hardcore rock is definitely a choice to listen to, I believe. As far as statistics I’ve gathered, there is a higher percentage of people that would listen to pop music rather than say… country or hard rock,” he said with a chuckle. “I like to listen to absolutely random music. If one took a flip through my iPod they would be puzzled by what Parachute or Regina Spektor was doing in the same playlist as M.I.A. or Jesper Kyd.”

“Come to think of it,“ Kallen scratched his head for a minute. “I have very little idea what they’re doing in the same playlist either.”

He laughed.

There were two other students who made their way towards DJ and Kallen, even if it seemed as though the winds had made the decision for them rather than making it themselves. Kallen had not spoken to either of them as much as he had wanted, then again he wasn’t really the first person to go to when someone wanted a conversation. He was more of the type to go to when someone had a question about math or science problems. One of the younger students was Jayson. He had not specifically taken the time to sit down and have a real conversation with her, but what he had gathered, he had thoroughly enjoyed her presence. The young man that came after her, however, gave him the slightest bit of discomfort.

Kallen remembered first meeting Kel several years ago. What he remembered of the young man back then was much different from the person that stood in front of him today. He remembered Kel being slightly more childish (in a positive way) and it often reminded Kallen of the fun he used to have when was the Kel’s age. He supposed that after dealing with Apocalypse, getting forced to grow up quickly and losing a limb in the past year would change a person. For some reason, he was getting a familiar feeling that he had a while back, something he had almost forgotten. After realizing that it was a crush, he dismissed it quickly and watched as Kel sat down across from him by Jayson’s feet. Alright, perhaps Kallen couldn’t quite just dismiss it so quickly… so instead he flashed a grin over to Kel’s direction and gave him the slightest wink as to say hello.

He had never been smooth, with dating men or women he had always been predictable and boring. When he got a complement for being chivalrous, he flippantly gives the reason as being something he was simply taught to do. Often he would do certain actions or say certain words or phrases that make others think that he was interested, when he would simply be speaking honestly. Oh what a mess he was when it came to relationships. Well, disaster was more like it.

“Hey Jayson, Kel,” he said, nodding to both of them. “beautiful day, yeah?”

Just as he had spoken to them, DJ had picked up the papers that Jayson was carrying around. He recognized them as certain files that weren’t necessarily restricted, but strongly suggested to be for staff eyes only. Kallen wasn’t quite sure if he should pretend that they were something different, but he left the open-ended question for Jayson to answer. He had been at Xavier’s for quite some time, dealing with different situations for each student that he had forgotten that there were absolutely fresh students that didn’t even know that the X-Men were based off of their school. Kallen knew that some of the younger students knew, and strove to work as hard as they could in combat training or in the danger room to get X-Man status.

In whatever way Jayson chose to answer DJ’s question, Kallen was simply glad for his company deciding to take their own seats in the grass.
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The irritation in Kel's voice was evident. Yes, he healed, or else his body would be riddled with broken bones. Yes, it wasn't necessary for him to go to the infirmary, it was just a precaution. Her friend looked either tired. Was he dehydrated? Did he only need rest? Jayson sighed. At least he finally agreed to let her take him to the infirmary. Her worry would subside the moment Avery or Dr. McCoy gave the OK.

Yet, the wind had other ideas. Being too afraid it was DJ's dossier made her loose the politeness from her voice. At least she waited for the paper to be handed to her. Wasn't it rude to just pick the paper up like Kel was...

"Thanks," Jayson said as she quickly tucked the paper in the folder. "Yes a fine day," she answered Kallen just as quickly. "Sun's great. Just wish fall wasn't around the corner." However, her worst fear at the moment became realized when DJ asked about the paper. Yes it was his dossier.

"Um, yeah, it's your face Mr.-" Jayson opened the folder to look at the student's last name which gave her no room to deny the paper. "Sheppard. Just trying to, ah, figure out some of the students' powers I don't know just in case I run a Danger Room session for them. I'm Jayson Mink," she said hoping her introduction would take DJ's eyes off of the file.

Jayson tapped her gloved index finger nervously against the folder. Was her answer good enough? "Besides running DR sessions for the students I'm thinking about joining security." Her eyes moved to Kel briefly before looking at DJ again. This was her first mention of helping with security and it was just an excuse. "I'm also the new RA for the girls' dorm." Her last explanation was not a good reason to have DJ's dossier, since, well, yeah. RA or not, joining security or not, running DR sessions or not, Jayson should have already have a good handle on who the students were and an idea of their powers. Was she not an X-Men? Weren't the students sometimes made auxiliary X-man? Not knowing what a teammate was capable of meant for failed missions and injuries or worse.

Kel flopped to the grass.

"Kel, do you want me to carry you to the infirmary? We are going," Jayson demanded. She continued to tap annoyingly on the folder. This was awkward. "Or we could stay here." Yeah, Kel wasn't moving.
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"Yeah its gorgeous.." the blond said, as Jayson said it was a fine day and that she wished fall wasn't around the corner. From his place sprawled out in the grass [which was indeed very nice; Xavier's took very good care of its grounds], the blond murmured, "I like autumn, though."

Even though it was the end of summer, which he also liked, it was a good time of year in New York. He wanted to go apple picking when the right time came around. Maybe he could round up a few students and make a trip of it.. His mind lingered on the coming season and related tangents as Jayson and DJ spoke about the files until something caught his attention.

"Its good to know who belongs here when you're doing security," he agreed absently. She was thinking about joining the security? One would think she'd mention it to him. Since they were friends, and he did do night security and all that.

"Dunno why you brought the files with you when we were training though." She continued explaining. Not really like her, he thought. Why did she think she needed to make excuses? It went without saying that the staff here needed to know its students, and even though she wasn't a teacher, she did do some teaching with the DR sessions and all. Among other things.

He yawned... and then suddenly narrowed his eyes looking up at Jayson. She so didn't just say she'd carry him. "You'll do what now?" he asked, tone clearly meaning you'll do no such thing. How completely mortifying would it be if Jayson tried to carry him back to the mansion? 'Try'... yeah in the state he was in, Miss Superstrength would have no problem despite the flailing that would happen. "I'm good here, thanks."

It was nice that she worried over him and all, but... it was annoying. And, now that they had an audience, embarrassing as hell. He just needed to rest a bit, the fight had taken a bit out of him. That was all. They'd been training together for well over a year now. One would think she'd get how his powers worked by now. At the very least, if she insisted that he had to go to the infirmary, he'd go there on his own two feet. Dammit.
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Taking out his iPod, Mark traced his fingers over the circular navigation buttons. Going through his playlists, he noticed that he had one for each genre of music that related to his energy-related power set: country, rock, and dance. "I sort of need a playlist for each genre of music related to each of my powers, but..." Shifting through his playlists again, he realized that he also had a random folder. "... I also like to listen to random songs as well, especially when I still believe that I do have more powers out there." Staring up into the sky for hope, he looked back down, mostly because the golden rays were started to burn his eyes.

When the attention changed to the forthcoming female, Mark laughed at the fact that his face was on that paper. Actually, it was more of a file, in which she revealed that the whole pile of papers were files on all of the students that lived at the mansion. When she had taken a pause to remember his surname, "Shh....?" Mark thought it would help out, but she ended up looking at his file anyways. Hearing the name 'sheppard,' he nodded his head in agreement.

"Speaking of the Danger Room, I do wish to train some more... some time soon. I've been here a month and I don't feel my powers really developing yet." Before anyone else could speak, Mark thought it would be good for him to finally take a rest on the grass. Once sat, he really had to agree that it was comfortable. Not like that dirty, moist grass that made him itchy back in Los Angeles. "Jayson... Yeah, I do think I've heard of you before." Mark simply scratched his head at her RA statement.

Looking back at the blonde male, "Kel, is it?" Mark knew that had to be right, because he heard Jayson say it multiple times. "Did you guys just come from the Danger Room or something?"
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