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Old Habits Die Hard; open
Topic Started: Oct 14 2010, 08:36 PM (263 Views)
Pixie
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Date in Timeline: September 19th
Time of Day: Around 1:00pm



Megan Gwynn wasn't what one would call normal. In fact, she was quite possibly the most unusual person at Xavier's. Sure, there were some people with pretty odd powers, but they made up for it in semi-normal personality traits. Megan, however - she had it all going for her. A physical mutation that made her look like a pink-haired human-insect hybrid, the ability to emit a drug-like substance from her wings and fingertips, and an extremely unique personality. All wrapped up in one tiny bundle of endless mirth.

Most often, she found that people had a hard time understanding how her mind worked. She wasn't like all of the other kids at Xavier's, she hadn't experienced a normal childhood. When she was very young, yes, she had lots of friends and a good life. But once her powers manifested, she was ripped away from the clutches of the real world and sheltered by her parents for the rest of her life. She never learned the lingo as it changed, she never saw very many movies at the theatre. She spent most of her waking hours in her home or riding her bike along the dirt roads on the outskirts of the town she had used to call home. She watched Disney movies and whatever shows were on TV (regulated by her mother of course), she read the same books over and over again. Occasionally she would pop in one of her mother's movies, but for the most part they were just silly romantic comedies that Megan couldn't really follow.

And why had her life been like this? Because her parents hadn't wanted her to experience the cruelty of the real world. They didn't want their daughter to come home from school crying because another id had made fun of her eyes and her hair, or the little bumps on her back that would later evolve into iridescent insect wings. They didn't want their daughter to experience the pain and ridicule that they knew would negatively affect their little girl psychologically and emotionally if she had stayed in public school.

And all of that lead to where Megan was today. On the grounds of Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters - or, in other words, a school full of mutants like her - playing her own strange sort of game. Slung over her shoulder was a bag full of random objects; a left shoe, a baseball, a video game or two, a few laces, a broken CD, some hats, a lighter and some socks. To passers by, Megan probably seemed insane, but to herself this was completely natural behaviour.

As she flew around the school grounds, about six feet off of the ground, Megan whistled a happy little tune to herself, zooming around until she grew fatigued and decided that walking was in order. Every so often on her walk, she would pull items out of the bag on her shoulder and would place them very carefully on the ground, very particular about their angle and position. Slowly the contents of her bag dwindled as she walked and flew to all corners of the grounds, placing these objects in no particular pattern or order.

As she placed the last item - a pair of broken sunglasses - she flew back and looked all around to admire her handiwork. The objects were placed in plain sight in all sections of the grounds. She let a wide smile cross her face before slinging the back back over her shoulder and clapping her hands together. Very well-done indeed, Megs, she congratulated herself.

Now, one had to ask - why would Pixie be doing this? Only time will tell. But that question also begged this question - why does Pixie do anything she does?

The small pink-haired girl nodded her head and went back about her business... this time, picking up random objects - not those that she had set down, these were different of course, just found lying around the grounds - and placing them in her bag. Merrily she went about her business, swaying her head back and forth every once in a while to some upbeat tune that was playing in her head, her wings fluttering happily as she strolled about.

After the grounds are done, time to move on back inside and start again!
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Sally Blevins
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Sally sat cross-legged on the back patio on one of the many benches that were scattered throughout the back of the mansion. She looked down at a text book, going over some weekend homework for her math class. She was, unfortunately, in calculus and she had to study pretty hard to keep up with what they were doing. Math was definitely her weak point, but at least the other subjects came easier to her. So far, she had found that the small class size of the Institute made her classes more difficult. In public schools, teachers really didn’t focus on their students individually and usually kept the class at a slower pace. But here, it seemed like the teachers worked on each student and kept them advancing more at their own pace. It wasn’t really a good thing for Sally, since she made a habit of studying and making A’s. It made her appear to want to progress fast, when really she hated math.

She had seen and met quite a few people so far. Each mutant, whether they be student or staff, had their own unique abilities and some even had unique looks about them. Blue fur, a visor that could not be taken off, feral traits, skin that was metal or stone, and even the ability to change into a cat. They were all unique and interesting, which made Sally feel like she did not fully fit in all of the time. Sure there were some like her that appeared normal and had outstanding abilities. But she still felt that creating a force field around herself wasn’t much of a talent compared to some.

After staring at the same equation for quite a few minutes, the warm sun finally began to take effect on her. Her eyes grew heavy and closed and then she slowly leaned forward. The feeling of falling woke her right back up and she immediately shut the book and stood up, realizing that it would do her no good to fall asleep. Sally raised her hands above her head and stretched, the sensation of sleep that was caused by boring math and the heat of the sun leaving her body as quickly as it entered. She then noticed a broken CD on the grass just off the patio and she curiously looked around. The other students that were outside didn’t seem to pay it no mind.

Sally then spotted Pixie. She had seen the girl a few other times around the school, but truthfully she knew nothing about her. The fairy-looking girl appeared to be happily searching for something. Skids admired the girl’s appearance for a moment, noting that while it was an appearance that might cause shock in outsiders, it was one that Sally found quite… well… cool. Ignoring her usual shy personality, Sally tucked the math book back in her backpack and threw it over her shoulder before walking towards Pixie. On the way, she stopped and picked up the broken CD with the intention of throwing it in the first trash can that she saw. It was garbage, after all… right?

”Hi,” Skids said as she approached the pink haired girl, truthfully unsure of how to proceed. Pixie appeared to be in her own little world. Hopefully she wasn’t interrupting anything. ”I’m Skids… and…” she began, looking at the bag that was throw over the girl’s shoulder. She still held the broken CD in her left hand and then figured out something logical in her own mind. ”Are you picking up trash?”
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