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The Ropes; Xorn
Topic Started: May 30 2015, 11:49 PM (122 Views)
Siryn
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Sonokinesis/Flight/Vocal Hypnotism
Date: May 12th
Time: 7.35.am




Once upon a time, Theresa would have been aghast at getting up early at all. She’d quickly fallen out of good habits built at school when her life of crime had slowly expanded, having already lived an up and down sort of life. It hadn’t been that no one had taken the time to teach her right from wrong; from an early age she had realised that life just wasn’t fair. That had made her angry, along with plenty of other things and that anger became easier and easier, until she was no longer sure who she was specifically mad at, so the anger turned on everyone.

It had started almost from the beginning, before even, if you counted her father leaving her mother before he even knew about her. Then her mother had died, killed by a terrorist bomb. Little Terry had grown up thinking that Tom had been her dad, a father tragically bereaved of his beloved Maeve, now a single parent to one lone girl. The truth…it had been in there somewhere, twisted as it was. Maybe her mother really had loved him. But Tom just wasn’t good, never really had been, and no matter how much he stopped and tried to atone, he would always go back to his old ways. Ways she had eventually fallen into.

Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t gone to the school, if she’d ended up in prison or not even caught in the first place. Would she have carried on, messed up and just got even worse? That was a scary thought. What had happened to her under the control of the Dark Beast and the Hand was possibly the closest snapshot she’d get and the redhead had no interest in ever going down that road again.

Glancing at the clock on the wall of the gym, Terry saw she still had plenty of time. The good thing about living on a campus will all the amenities was that time wasn’t wasted with going to different places, although she often did need to go into the city, but that was hardly a jaunt so much as purposed work. Dressed in a pair of green shorts, she was wearing a Xavier hooded zip up over a black tank top, finished with a pair of green and black boxing boots. Naturally, her long red hair was tied back out of the way. Going back to lightly warming up, it still struck her as strange, even now, that she’d progressed so far from student and while Theresa would never really see herself as a teacher, well, this was close enough. She had invited Xorn to show up any time well…right then…so she was expecting him at any time right then. His was a very different story from hers, but if there was one thing that Siryn could understand, it was anger.
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Looking at the clock on the wall, Xorn realized how late it was. Actually, it was quite early in the morning but he realized, belatedly, that he was supposed to meet Siryn around this time. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t looking forward to their meeting, it had just slipped his mind. Xorn had always been bad with time. As a boy, he was often tardy, a fact that caused his parents much ire. That bad habit had only followed him into mutant-hood. For Xorn, minutes, hours, they were nothing. He could sit still and silent for long periods, locking himself away in his mind or delving into a book. Never needing to sleep or eat meant that Xorn was detached to the passing of time.

Closing the book he was reading and stretching his sore joints, he got up from the bed he was lounging in to walk around the small room. Xorn didn’t own many clothes, but he managed to pick something out that was more or less suitable: a t-shirt, some sweat pants, and an old pair of sneakers.

After his most recent break down, Siryn had invited him to learn how to take out ire in a more physical way. He was nervous, to say the least. Xorn had played sports when he was young so he wasn’t opposed to athletic activities. But, the few times he had been forced to take some form of martial arts, he had learned rather quickly that he could kick at the air all day long but when it came to kicking someone else, he was hesitant. But, he needed a solution. He had tried talking, had tried mediating. They only hid the pain, the anger. He had been locked up for so long, tortured for years, treated like an animal. At first, he thought he knew who to blame: the warden, the prison guards. But, even after escaping Feng Tu and knowing that no other mutant would ever be locked away in those cells, the ire remained. If there was any possible way of finding peace, he had to try.

As he walked through the hallways, he noticed how few people were roaming them. Why Siryn picked an early time was beyond him. Many people were opposed to waking up so early. It didn’t matter much to Xorn but he had gotten used to being alone in the mornings. He mused over the lack of early birds until he arrived at his destination.

One of the gym’s doors was propped open so he peeked his head into the doorway to make sure he was in the right place. Sure enough, Xorn spotted a certain red head inside. Easing himself into the room, still a little nervous, he cleared his throat before saying, “I hope I’m not too late.”
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