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Tearing up the Road; Warpath
Topic Started: Aug 4 2015, 10:55 PM (132 Views)
Siryn
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Sonokinesis/Flight/Vocal Hypnotism
Date: July 26th
Time: 2pm




Once, Theresa had hated Sundays. It was a day the nuns had drug them across the school to mass and all the praying and kneeling and coldness of the day had rubbed her the wrong way. All the being thankful. Back then she hadn’t much to be thankful for, or at least so she had thought. No mother, her father always absent, surrounded by dozens of little girls who could easily become foe with one wrong word. So she had created the tough girl image. The sort of girl who, if you dared say a bad word on, she would crack you in the mouth, make you bleed, make you sorry. Aggression had come with startling ease to her. Maybe it ran in the Cassidy genes along with mutations and all round troublemaking. Even the staff at the school back there had said it. Cassidys’ were always trouble. For sure, their line went back as far as back went, but the clan had just as many villains than they did heroes, if not more. In her time, Siryn had fallen into both. It was easy to use her age for an excuse, but she had been almost thirteen when she’d manifested, mere weeks off. She’d known what Tom had gotten her to do was wrong. Part of her had just liked getting attention for once, while another part of her liked getting back at the world. Occasionally, she had even enjoyed herself. A lot of bad had been crammed into three years of her life, but things were different now and she’d had to grow up a lot. And suddenly, Sundays weren’t so bad anymore.

It felt great to just get out and not worry about things. Xavier’s wasn’t a normal school, with normal hours and such, but they provided stability and normality for any child who needed it. It could be demanding, working on the faculty side of things, but the good part of working in what was effectively a large, extended family, was that they looked out for each other too. The school office was rarely open on a Sunday as any caretaking was done directly in dorms or face to face. Phone lines were rerouted so the appropriate staff member could answer in their personal rooms and any nuisance calls were filtered out and blocked before anyone even had to pick up. Sometimes she might do some office work for an hour or so, but mostly she’d train. Or shop. Or just go dance or see a movie…or sometimes Theresa would take her motorbike out.

Some people considered it odd that someone who could fly even owned a motorbike as well as holding a regular drivers permit, but Terry liked being able to get around in more traditional manners too. There was something liberating about a motorcycle and the country roads she loved. It reminded her of back home. Tom had taught her. As much bad as the man had done her, he had loved her like a father, a fact she knew, and he had tried to show it in a number of mostly incompetent ways…but she was not about to throw it in his face, even though her relationship with Sean was good. Both men knew where they stood in her life. Tom was currently out of it, but the door was ajar and right now, that was okay.

Dressed in a pair of jeans with her biker boots, she’d topped a black scoop neck t-shirt with her green uniform jacket. The glider wings were currently tucked away but the material was more than tough enough for biking. Glancing back she looked for Jimmy and laughed; a comm was tucked in her ear and made for easier speaking.

“Keepin’ up there?” she called out in her Irish lilt that hadn’t dimmed in all her time in America. They weren’t racing, just enjoying the scenery of the countryside out and away from the school. It was pretty, with plenty of open roads. Perfect to just get away for the day.
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