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| Topic Started: Oct 25 2010, 03:00 AM (451 Views) | |
| Clarice Ferguson | Oct 25 2010, 03:00 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]the walking bomb October 21, 2010 during 4:00 PM at the North Salem Mall. Angel, A.Hart, Blink, Dreadlock, Eden, and K.Jennison. ![]() [size0]credit to M-e-e-s-h-o of DeviantArt[/align] It was a Thursday, which meant that Clarice Ferguson only had one class that whole day. The class was not an aggressive lesson on the mutant subject, but more of a passive one. Mostly about the science and biology of mutants: Mutant Biology 101. Other colleges probably did not have that course, this school was probably the only place that had it. Even if she is really interested in all of this biology and gives appreciation to Dr. MacTaggert, it was a really boring lesson that day. All she could remember was the term coined, 'Genetic Make-Up.' That did not apply to that powder and stuff that most girls put on their faces either. Sure, Clarice liked a little bit of touch up here and there, but she saw some of the other students around the school, she couldn't tell if that was their real face or not. Clicking the 'next' button on the television remote, Clarice flipped through the channels. Her biology class was early in the morning, meaning that it was late morning, early afternoon. All of the good programs played either really early in the day or late at night; meaning that nothing interesting was playing at the moment. Sitting on the rather comfortable sofa in the student lounge on the second floor of the mansion, her facial expression was dull. Behind her were a few younger students playing billiards. Besides her, on the colorful rug, were the youngest students playing a board game. Peeking over her shoulder, she noticed that it was Candy Land. Oh, how she loved playing that when she was younger. Next to her on the sofa was Alyson Hart. One of her first friends that she made since arriving to the school. Clarice could say that Alyson was a firecracker; a sweet girl, but you really don't want to get on her bad side. There has been one incident where Clarice could sort of see Alyson getting a bit angry and tough, but definitely not towards her. Clarice never made anyone mad, she, herself, was probably the nicest person she knew. Laughing at the thought, her eyes shifted back to the television screen. Only because she saw the picture change, but she did not click a button on the remote. It was a news broadcast, that had a large 'Breaking News' at the top of the screen. Thinking of ignoring it, a male student suddenly snatched the remote from her side. Right when the news said something about the mall, he switched the channels. Now interested in that broadcast, because it was the fun social center, "Hey! Change it back!" The student seemed to be surprised at her aggressive tone, even if it was not fully aggressive. He changed it back, and Clarice leaned in towards the screen. Listening closely, a female reporter came on screen. "This just in, coming to you live from the North Salem Shopping Mall, a highly dangerous threat. A fellow citizen has reported that a young man has been seen-- glowing with some sort of orange energy." The camera moves to reveal many young teenagers being escorted out of the mall by the local police. "We are not entirely sure on what this means, but it has been suggested that he is a mutant." Clarice gasped at the word, mutant, only because she was one. She saw the reporter turn around, in which the 'dangerous man' was seen. "We... we have to get out of here!" The television screen showed the woman reporter running and the cameraman stumbling behind her. Right before the camera angle changed, Clarice saw the 'dangerous threat,' who seemed to be really familiar. "Hey, hey! Does this thing have some sort of rewind button?" That same student whom snatched the remote from her shook his head and said that it couldn't rewind, because it was live. Taking a moment to think, Clarice finally realized why she was so frantic over this whole situation. Turning to Alyson, "Aly! I think that was my brother on TV." Clarice's breathing grew fast and her words were quick. Clarice knew that Alyson was going through a rough time from what happened last week during their visit to her home, but Clarice really needed to focus on the current situation. "I need to be over there! I need to know if it's him!!" |
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| Alyson Hart | Oct 25 2010, 07:33 PM Post #2 |
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The high school student had a boring day today, today they went over everything that they had already learned throughout the quarter. That was why Alyson hated the end of the marking period. They always went over the basics, and nothing that the students may have forgotten. Like the harder stuff.. Not the simple stuff. She wished that they didn't, but it wasn't her choice. Since 2 PM, and having gotten out of classes, Alyson had been sitting in the student lounge and writing lyrics and musical notes in her note book.. All the while Clarice beside her never stopped flipping the channel. Even if another student found something they'd liked, she didn't watch it.. Normally. Though, suddenly, the blinking of the television screen literally stopped dead and Alyson glanced up to notice that it was a news broadcast, and in the middle of the screen there were the words 'BREAKING NEWS'. And very large, might I add. Though as Alyson began to place the book down further into her lap, another student flipped the channel to something else. But Clarice snapped at them, which made Alyson look at her friend and suppress a bit of chuckling. "Wow, Clarice. I didn't think you had it in you." She teased, as the student turned the channel back to the new broadcast. Alyson glanced at the screen as a female reporter appeared on it. "This just in, coming to you live from the North Salem Shopping Mall, a highly dangerous threat. A fellow citizen has reported that a young man has been seen-- glowing with some sort of orange energy." The camera then shifted to a group of teenagers being escorted out of the mall by a group of police officers. "We are not entirely sure on what this means, but it has been suggested that he is a mutant." Alyson sighed a bit. They always had to suggest that they had to be mutants, didn't they? That was just ridiculous. What if the boy really wasn't a mutant and was really some kind of genetic experiment? That would be freaky. The reporter then turned around and the camera view was shown on the "dangerous" man. "We... we have to get out of here!" The reporter exclaimed, as she and the camera man quickly began running away from them. It figured that they would just, you know, run. Clarice then asked if the remote had a rewind button, though the student that had snatched the remote from Clarice shook his head and said that you couldn't rewind it, as it was live. "That's bull." Alyson said, sighing a bit. Soon, Clarice turned to Alyson and told her that she thought that the boy was her brother. The brunette blinked a bit. "But... It couldn't be." She blinked slightly. It had been a little less than a week since Alyson had to deal with her OWN familial problems involving an estranged brother.. And to be honest Alyson had cracked. She didn't know where her brother was now.. And she didn't care. "What?! We'll never get there in time--! We have to get an X-Man to chaperon us and everything. It'd take hours." Alyson said, sighing a bit and looking around. Each and every student that was in the room was now watching Alyson and Blink... Heh... Awkward. |
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| KallenJennison | Oct 26 2010, 08:16 AM Post #3 |
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Earlier that day, Kallen had been having a… strong discussion with a student about math being relevant at all in real life. The student had noticed the Sudoku book that he had kept with him, working on it between classes and during his free time. The first argument was won solidly by Kallen, explaining that math and numbers were absolutely imperative, in his field of schooling anyway. The other man agreed, but argued again that it would not help him look cool or get girls. Well, Kallen hadn’t tried the latter, and had no intention to, but he remembered the student’s favorite game during his downtime was billiards. “Twelve ball, corner left pocket,” Kallen said, staring at the pool table and making mathematical equations in his head including velocity, force and curve. So far he had been right about his argument, again. He had already two games, he only needed one more prove himself correct. Kallen didn’t like to brag, but he was indeed taking pleasure in knowing that so far he had been correct. Who could ever doubt math? Especially in the game where he had cleared the board in fantastic timing. Finally figuring out the correct equation, Kallen had bent over and began sizing up his cue. It was one miniscule millisecond that caused him to miss his first shot in the game. He looked a little past, seeing the words ‘Breaking News’ scrolled across the television to a city that was panicked. As the kid ridiculed him for missing the shot, Kallen simply placed his stick in front of him as he watched, horrified. The kid finally realized that there was something serious going on and shut his mouth, but Kallen’s attention quickly turned over to Clarice who had told the girl next to her that she thought it was her brother. A city-wide panic wasn’t an everyday occurrence, even for a place like Xavier’s. The last time he remembered students were gathered around the television for an alert so dangerous was back when Apocalypse had happened. That terrorizing feeling never completely left him. He was faced with one of the biggest decisions he had to make that day. In one hand, Kallen had wanted to make sure his family was safe and protected. There was so much chaos, and so many others that needed Kallen in the school that he had chosen to stay. That day he kept his phone with him, to make sure that his family was alright, but it was ultimately the other students in the school that were on his mind. If the adults hadn’t come back, he would have been one of the new professors in the school already. Though most people questioned why he was still a student, they would normally be satisfied with Kallen’s answer of attaining his PhDs. The real reason, however, was that Kallen wasn’t sure he was properly trained with his powers and mentally enough to be a senior X-Man. His rigorous training in his abilities and his decision making during Apocalypse had landed him a spot as a part of the senior X-Men, even though he was still a student. Which led him to the next thing that made him feel uncomfortable. "What?! We'll never get there in time--! We have to get an X-Man to chaperon us and everything. It'd take hours." young Alyson said. Kallen’s eyes opened wide. He was a senior X-Man, he just wasn’t ready. Either way, he needed to say something, and he needed to be there if something happened. He knew there were times when the only decisions and choices someone had would be made for them. If he didn’t do it, guilt would have eaten him alive. He took a deep breath. “Umm… I’m an X-Man,” he began to utter slowly. “I’m just not sure I would be the best chaperone. I think having an X-Man whose gone through this more would be better but I’ll come with you.” God he sounded lame. And everyone in the room probably thought he was too. Kallen quickly turned his head to the side, trying to keep eye-contact away from anyone who would have looked at him. In honesty he was ashamed for his lack of confidence in himself. Then again, there were going to be several lives on the line, and if he lost any of the students that would come, he didn’t know if he would ever be able to forgive himself. Being an X-Man had a lot of cons, and they seemed to weight out more than the pros did. But this is what he was fighting for, to help those who didn’t have anyone that would fight for them. Kallen understood Clarice’s frustration and her urge to leave as soon as possible. Lives were in danger, yes, but what would Scott or Jean think even if everyone did come home safe and sound? They trusted him to make right decisions, they trusted him to analyze. That’s what he had always been good at, whether it dealt with numbers or pressing life situations. He knew that he wasn’t ready for an impromptu mission like this, not by himself. He just hoped that the students in the room didn’t think that he was just too lame to do something about it. Whatever Clarice needed for him to do, he was ready and willing to…. except to make him the responsible X-Man who would take responsibility if any of them were hurt, or worse. No, he wasn’t ready for that. And if that made him a loser, so be it. |
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| Clarice Ferguson | Nov 8 2010, 03:24 AM Post #4 |
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Blood rushing, adrenaline pumping, body shivering. Clarice was attaining to the position of consternation, despite the fact that the preponderance of the room were still engaging in their own endeavors. The situation currently transpiring was not as critical as it may have insinuated, but this deal would be indubitably emotional for her. Having no closure with the advents of her colorful antiquity in the Bahamas. The true demise of her parents were still desolate; however, there was comprehension that they were scorched to death. Missing, her brother's remains were never conceived. Is he still alive? These powerful acts had impinged Clarice with immutable thoughts of remorse, bereft, and perturbation. The guilty conscious that compelled her to accredit herself for the burden was evoked from the manifestation of her mutant abilities. Disappearing during those moments of crisis, she felt that it was her venture to extricate them. With the 'therapy' conversations that she acquired with Rahne, Clarice actualized to progress from that mental state, to expand her horizons... and her own self. The televised broadcasting had reverted back to that physical and mental state, within an instant. Immediately after her short hiatus of chagrin, Clarice descried a slightly contradictory retort from Alyson Hart to her equitable judgement. Shifting her vision to that of her friend positioned on the nearby couch, "This can be total..." Taking a moment to discern what the term 'bull' actually meant, "... bull. However, I really do believe that it was Charlie." Covering her mouth from blurting his name, she felt a bit exemption. It was a satisfactory action to say his name, with the antecedent desire to not say her brother's name ever again. Charlie Ferguson. Is that really you? Glancing at Alyson's mien, Clarice had just educed that a week ago, she experience a familial incident with the Hart family. The culmination was not exactly the best of adventures, but she did have to give approbation to Alyson for surviving through that emotional ordeal. Knowing that she, herself, would soon combat through a similar affair; she had to be willing and embracing. Showing fear and panic in front of Alyson would just cause Clarice to be a minor person under her; she wanted to reveal that she could be confident and strong as well. "I am following what I believe." Looking down for desperation, Clarice swiftly looked up for inspiration when she apprehended a male's voice and response. Noticing that it was one of the oldest students, most likely the oldest, she visioned Kallen Jennison. There was no knowledge of him ever being an X-Man, as she always thought he was just an over-acheiving student, but she had to take his word. Why would one deceit to Clarice? A generous and genuine girl, she always wanted the same respect back; believing any remarks until proven faulty. "Oh. I love that you can help. I just wanted to inform a.... higher power about this." Clarice respected the fact that a close-to-stranger was requesting to aid her in this dire situation, but she just needed to have another faculty member know about this, possibly Rahne or Kitty or Warren, someone of those qualities. |
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| Alyson Hart | Nov 10 2010, 09:14 PM Post #5 |
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"Charlie... Your brother?" The brunette asked, looking over to the pinkette. Though Alyson and Clarice were friends, Clarice rarely ever mentioned her family, and she had never mentioned any of their names to Alyson; other than her grandmother's, who had basically raised her after she was first found by Rahne Sinclare... Wolfsbane, a few years ago. Most of what she did tell her were things that were very fond in her mind, such as things before her parents.. Well, before her parent's died. Alyson didn't know what it was like to lose a parent, sure, she didn't have her mother - but she didn't know her, either. "...Then go for it." She said, maybe it would be for the best. Maybe it was Charlie, just... Maybe. There were plenty of things that were going through Alyson's head. It was at this moment that one of the older students that was present in the lounge, spoke up. She remembered seeing him a the campout, but she didn’t know him much outside of that. What was his name? Kellan, Kallen, Karen… Something like that. She figured that it was one the former two, as opposed to the latter. He offered to chaperone them to Salem. Though he had reservations, like Alyson herself. Clarice then answered him with a respectful answer, saying that she would like to inform a higher power about this, she no doubt meant a teacher. Alyson looked towards Clarice. “But he could still come with us if he truly wanted to.” She said, trying to be as nice as possible - and then she got an idea. “Hey, what about mister Worthington? He has ties with X-Corps right? They probably deal with some of this stuff a lot.” She didn’t really know, but she knew that it was more of a dispute in Salem, which was quite a ways from New York. |
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