Arrival Interrupted
(OOC: I didn't really know how to get Michael out of there and I didn't want to NPC Lauren or anything so I've set this a few minutes later in a new topic explainning what happened which is hopefully sufficient.)
...continued from "Not in Control"...
Used to small-town life in Streetsville where if you wanted something you had to work at it and do everything yourself Michael was finding Xavier's Institute increasingly strange with each moment that passed here. Not to say that people in his hometown weren't friendly because they were, they were very much so but the mentality was different there and if you wanted to succeed you needed a strong work ethic because there were very few free rides or people willing and able to help. When it came to mutant powers there was a grand total of zero people able to help which was the reason why Michael had looked elsewhere and ended up here.
Of all the places he might have dreamed of or imagined ending up thirty-six miles outside of New York had never even occurred to him and why would it? Had you asked Michael a year ago what was this distance from the Big Apple he would have drawn a blank and that was not solely because he was from small-town Canada. Now as Michael glanced around at the white walls and impressive grandeur of the institute though he felt far away from home but not uncomfortable with this. He had always cared for his hometown and always would but Streetsville couldn't help him and if Westchester County could then by all means he was willing to give it a try.
At the moment however chocolate brown eyes appeared slightly dazed. Within his first five minutes here he had met a girl, Lauren his mind supplied, only to lose the person who might have been his first friend and be left in the front hall alone. Michael didn't take it personally, he was sure that everyone here was busy doing something or other and it wasn't as though he had expected a welcoming committee or even given an estimate as to when he might show up. However it was still a little disorienting to introduce yourself and be warmly greeted only to have that person yanked away from you. Almost like beginning a math problem or a game and knowing you had a good shot of getting the answer then someone pulling it away just when you were starting to involve yourself. The slightest expression of annoyance crossed the brunette's face before he pushed it away, remembering that he wasn't upset or blaming anyone, just a little impatient as most guys of twenty-one probably were. On the brightside Lauren's exit had resulted in peace oncemore within his number loving mind and the near silence of the front hall, while unusual, was comfortable.
Remembering back to what had happened mere minutes ago Michael thought about the beginning of a conversation about bands with Lauren and explaining his situation and the phone contact he had previously had with the headmistress about beginning at the institute. He had just been asking about what it would be advisable to do with his bags when the appearance of a person who could only have been the teacher for whichever class the Aussie mutant was missing made their presence known. While she had been ushered to class for a bio test, looking a little apologetic and chagrined at having to leave in the middle of a conversation and at being pulled away by a teacher Michael understood. He may now have been, at twenty-one, fully finished the trying years of high school but he still remembered tests and teachers like it was yesterday.
The teacher had been kind enough though, promising that someone else would be sent down to greet him and show him to his room if his arrival had been anticipated. While disappointed that he could no longer continue a conversation with the one person who might have been interested in his music tastes, Michael had nodded politely and thanked the teacher for their help. With the thought in mind that someone would come for him the numeral mutant wondered exactly whom exactly would the school send for him? A teacher? A fellow student or someone else entirely? It was a mystery for the curious mutant and he spent his time considering this while awaiting the mystery guide's arrival. Afterall having something to contemplate kept his mind occupied with something besides digits and it meant he wasn't tempted to return to the security blanket of a good song or two.
Sorry for the shortness! Consider it pay back for not posting yesterday! *evil cackle*
So friendly, yet so shy. Porter’s twin sister was always so devastated at meeting people on her own that she always came up with excuses to avoid getting hooked up on tour guide duty, leaving some other poor soul to be sent off. However since Porter was sitting next to her in the library during their free time he was told that either he or his sister had to go and for them to decide who was doing it. Porter knew if he asked she would have tagged along, but Porter didn’t feel he was willing to pull her away from her assignment, which she was already have trouble focusing on. Reluctantly he dragged himself back down to the main area, feeling like some reject door mate. I should get ‘welcome’ tattooed on my forehead. He considered irritably, and now that his holo-emitter was taken away for disciplinary reasons it seemed people were constantly asking him to meet newbies.
When Porter arrived in the front hall, standing at the top of the stairs and peering down at the new arrival with violet hue hands resting on the railings and snow white eyes watching the apparently older boy. He better not expect me to lug those damn bags all the way to his room. Porter thought with sheer annoyance, glancing at the key chain and seeing what number was on the tag, from the number Porter could tell that it was a student he was escorting, not a potential teacher or part time guest.
"I have things I have to do, the quicker you get up here the faster I can get you to your room." Although it wasn’t said in a hostile voice there was still a disapproving air to the oddly colored boy, who couldn’t help but recall the gun wielding student who Porter last opened the door for, luckily Pyro was there but in the end Porter just slammed the door shut on both of them and went off to get something to eat. Well… if they expected happy cheerful welcomes they should have called ahead and ordered them, or at least asked friends to meet them, if they didn’t have friends then they ought to be glade someone noticed them at all, suits Porter just fine if they sit out there in the cold all night because they’re picky on who invites them in.
A frown crossed his features as the other mutants power became clear, Porter’s mind reaching out to read the x-gene as easily as the two Enrights who could also mimic powers. So. This guy could read numbers right off others? Well, he better think twice about reading any codes off of Porter, otherwise he’ll be wishing he was heading out of the school instead of in. Not that Porter really had anything too vital, but his account had a couple of hundred dollars from his summer job last year… could this guy read that? It was frustrating that Porter got an understanding for a power to a great degree but couldn’t use them in this reality, so there were be things that aren’t so easily known which he’d find out only when he used them, it was as infuriating as his pink skin!
Re: Arrival InterruptedOOC: Sheesh didn't I mention my busyness and the amazing amount of Uni reading I have to do? *makes pouty face* Meh my post was fairly short so I can't really criticize...
Had Porter been any colour but the vivid violet he was Michael might not have noticed the appearance of another person in the room. Violet hue accompanied by ivory eyes were a combination made for attention however and vaguely tired brown eyes found their way quickly to the stairs where Porter stood. His first thought was that the school certainly was multicultural. Generally his home country had a reputation for being home to people of all cultures, backgrounds and appearances but Xavier's trumped them all. In his first five minutes here he had been greeted by an Australian and a guy with violet skin and you couldn't get much more diverse than that.
"I have things I have to do, the quicker you get up here the faster I can get you to your room," the pink skinned boy said with an air of disapproval. And he hasn't even seen me when I'm mad, Michael thought as he considered what the other mutant would think of him had the glint of madness which was sometimes evident within his eyes put in an appearance. He hadn't even done anything yet nor did he have a reputation to precede him so how could the other mutant be so disapproving of him? Michael thought but came up short, not having been present for the incident which surely would have made anyone reconsider responsing politely to a stranger when openning a door.
If this is how Americans answer the door I understand why we're seen as polite, thought the Canadian mutant to himself and almost smiled. He knew just as well as anyone living only an hour or so from the border that there was nothing wrong with Americans but stereotypes ran rampant on both sides of the invisible border line and they were fun to play with although not accurate in some cases. His eyelids closed for a moment, shielding irritated brown eyes as the stream of numbers from the pink mutant began. It seemed that when people thought of a number it came quicker to him, which would have made Michael an excellent psychic for carnival shows or kid's birthdays. He couldn't have known that Porter knew of his powers but Michael did recieve the account number shortly after the pink mutant spoke, often an indicator of something on a person's mind or very important to them. He was far from a crook though and spent most of his time trying to rid his mind of the numbers rather than writing them down for future reference.
Had Michael known that Porter was worried about his accounts he likely would have been frustrated if not entirely without understanding. He supposed he could see why a person would immidiately wonder but even to the untrusting Michael it seemed a stretch that someone would deliberately use powers like Michael's for financial gain. Then again perhaps he was just a little too naive and being so close to the Big Apple would be good for him. Luckily Michael's powers did not extend to reading thoughts beyond the numerals he recieved and he was blissfully unaware of the pink mutant's thoughts.
"Is everyone so friendly here?" Michael asked rhetorically. Some would have twisted the words into a spiteful retort but on Michael it seemed more a gentle teasing rebuke than any form of attitude or dislike for the stranger. Remembering that Porter seemed in somewhat of a hurry to get him to his destination and get out Michael picked up his bags and headed up the stairs to join the other mutant. He wasn't big on material posessions beyond a few momentos, and of course his music collection, so the trek up the stairs was not as tiring or tedious as it might have been.
Although Michael got the feeling that the pink-skinned one wanted nothing to do with him or anyone new in his present mood politeness had been drilled into him from childhood and sometimes it over-ruled the self deprecating and sarcastic sense of humour, causing him to be genuinely nice to people. "I'm Michael," he introduced himself, not holding out a hand since both were currently holding his bags. As he spoke he kept walking though, not wanting to waste time or annoy the other even more. Although the school seemed a large place the numeral mutant guessed that the chances of running into students he had previously met were probably pretty good, even if meetings were few and far between. It was, therefore, a better idea to be polite than to cause any sort of mutual dislike, especially on his first day. Standing now beside Porter Michael made a gesture indicating he was ready to go on whenever his guide was.
Re: Arrival Interrupted
*stares at 15 pages of word open with posties waiting to be responded to, and poor Michael aaaaaaall the way down at the bottom again* Sheesh, the things I do for you lady!! *ignores fact Connor’s post got done first despite promise to self to get Porters done before anyone else…remembers she also did one for Riley, half one for Riley and Scott in med bay with Michael, and started one with Spike* >__> well… *ahem* here’s your postie! *also remembers she just finished one for William in Jean’s office*…damn him! He was cutesy and I couldn’t resist XD *fiddles with trying to make him nice siggies*
"Is everyone so friendly here?" Unfortunately not, some where too damn trusting, what if someone else stood at the doorway with that gun wielding maniac and just let him waltz right in, some people here were just dumb and stupid. And that was one of Porters more positive views lately. "I'm Michael," Porter had watched the other make his way up the stairs and wouldn’t have even made an offer of helping the guy if he had actually occurred some difficulties getting his luggage up the stairs.
"I’m thrilled." At the offer of Michael’s name Porter just gave a very bored reply while turning around and leading him off towards the dorms area. In the past when Darren did try and get polite and friendly with people it just backfired, at least that’s what the lavender mutant thought when people got comfortable enough to ask what it was like to be purple and if it put people off or if it was hard, or some other random unintelligent comment. So Porter gave up, being nice just wasn’t worth it, people got comfortable and then they got stupid, it was always the case for any matter that life threw their way.
I’ll just dump a post there since we won’t technically be in the bedroom and I’m lazy going over to that board… and sometimes forget to check it, lol. I’ll have to remember to add new rooms at some point to…*looks around lazily*
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