Hellions: Arriving at the New DormSaturday 17th: 10 am
It wasn’t really known if Connor would be part of the team, and really, he was still overwhelmed by everything. His first full day back in the Institute, actually Connor wanted alone time before when he left the med bay, he only knew about the team dorms because of a conversation, not because anyone told him he was to join them. Everyone expected Connor to take a few days to relax and even then there was no telling how long till he returned to active duty as a team member. Connor hovered around, not really aware which was his team since he didn’t know faces nor had he even been told he was placed on one earlier that week when they were being sorted. There was a slight hesitation as Connor looked around at the people, it felt as if he shouldn’t be here, all the people turning their heads to look at him didn’t help, a few welcomed him back happily but all Connor could do in reply was awkwardly saying thanks.
Everyone looked busy, some less happy then others but that was understandable, people often preferred their privacy and that was hard when sharing it with a group of possible strangers. Connor lurked a moment longer, moving towards the end of the hall just enough to read the names above the doors, weaving his way back to the other side of the hall without realizing he had passed his group and checking out the other end. The crowd made it easy for him to disappear in and out of, but the blaring noise in his ear made was being so forcefully ignored that Connor was barely paying any attention to the sounds around him, missing a few greetings from others outside his direct visual vicinity.
Soon after memorizing the team names Connor vanished down the stairs again, pushing his way through a few dawdling students mucking around in the stairwell. Maybe full time wasn’t something Connor was able to do… but still it wasn’t fair that everyone else was doing something like that and he was missing out. Classes were out for the day, and his father just had to guide his group to their dorms and then he would return right back to the dorm, that’s what he said anyway. Connor just pretended he was asleep while the others prepared and left to get to their vital meeting, he’d been told about it the night before.
Meanwhile Icarus hanged back considering his wings would block out the path of his others team mates. So he was one of the last to follow Bishop into the main hall of their team, the winged mutant reluctantly folding his arms as he looked around.
"I take back my silent enthusiasm to be here." Disappointment echoed in the words as Icarus dreaded the living arrangements and what could come about because of them. Still he wasn’t going to make things worse by getting on everyone’s case, not unless they got onto his. After all, privacy was essential to Icarus, and he wasn’t going to take well to bratty little snobs thinking they have ultimate powers and can do as they please when they please without consideration for any others on the team. Though Jay wasn’t aware who these people were, he’d never seen any aside from by face he knew Sean and he knew Connor as well but Connor hadn’t been in the hall when the names were called from what Jay noticed while looking around and had missed Wolverine’s son in his previous appearance in the hall.
"Are you rooming in with us sir?" Came a question Jay wondered if was on all of their minds as he addressed Bishop. All teachers had their own rooms, after all there was a line, and they were young students who needed time outside of their X-men lives as much as anyone else, and a teacher around would be over kill. But right now Jay thought anything possible with the extreme efforts of the school trying to get its students back into the harmony of team spirits.
TBC: Hellions Connor: Back to his Room, post to be made later
Jay Guthrie came from good mutant stock. The Guthrie clan had a proud tradition of excellence, and judging from Jay’s file Bishop was in the presence of one of the most naturally talented flyers ever to grace Xavier's Institute for the gifted.
Of all the potential students for the Hellions team, naturally Bishop had been drawn to Jay, Sean and Connor. If they took after their parents in any way then the next generation of X men could be the most formidable yet.
The notes kept on students in the Institute were exceptionally detailed, covering their performances in individual classes, scientific evaluations of their mutations by the brilliant Doctor McCoy, and also the results of psychiatric evaluations. These were all factors the Institute had to take into account when grooming future X men.
These kids were all ‘difficult’ in one sense or another. It was an inspired stroke of genius to group them all together. They were all strong personalities who preferred to dominate their peers. In another setting they could have a negative effect on morale, and dominate their team mates, but no one on Bishop’s list seemed like the type to allow themselves to be bullied.
Bishop had had some success in District X with troubled kids. Getting through to them wasn’t easy, but if you treated them like kids getting through to them became impossible. Bishop’s experience had been that when you treated people like responsible adults they responded to it. He felt this was a wise approach in this situation.
He gave Jay a stern look as he made his sarcastic, negative and unnecessary comment; "I take back my silent enthusiasm to be here."
When would people learn that comments like that were pointless. Such negativity could have a serious effect on you if you allowed it to take hold. Bishop wouldn’t tolerate that kind of talk on his team.
"Are you rooming in with us sir?"
Actually, although Bishop did have a lot of faith in these kids, he couldn’t think of anything more depressing. The last thing he needed was to be thrown in a dormitory with a load of teenagers. He appreciated the need to restore harmony between the teaching staff and the students, but that would be overkill. He valued his privacy and had slept like a baby since returning to his old quarters. A trace of alarm came into Bishop’s expression, but he rapidly composed himself.
“Uh, no Jay, I don’t think so,” said Bishop. “I’ve got my own room, and you’re responsible adults. There shouldn’t be any need for me to keep an eye on you, as long as you all toe the line. For one thing that means cutting out the sarcasm. I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to listen to it. Are we clear? If everyone stays polite and does their job, it will be more pleasant for all of us.”Edited by: Barninho at: 8/7/05 1:33 am
(OOC: Psst… I think we’ve mostly used the term “Xavier’s Institute for the Gifted” …and it's Sean, not Scott... *randomly wonders how long it’s been since he last posted with Kane*… mmh…)
Team meetings, especially when taking place as a great assembly kind of event, were always crucial to attend to. Not so much as far as Kane was concerned but rather when it came to the general attitude people – meaning their leaders – had towards such happenings. The fact that the location had been the dining hall of all places, filled with hundreds of students that were completely oblivious to even the existence of the X-Men teams, hadn’t exactly help to give the whole thing an air of importance or proficiency. No, in fact Kane had found himself frowning most of the time during the announcement, wondering how it could be that these oh so secret matters could openly be discussed without anybody unconcerned realise what they were on about. Then again, it was probably once again the difference between those who had no clue and those who did that was decisive.
Either way, the change of teams wasn’t anything that made any lasting impression on the albino. As a matter of fact, it made close to none. Fair enough, ever since he had come to the Institute, he had been part of Blue Strike Force with Kurt as his leader, but his emotional disposition – if one could attribute anything like that to him – had always prevented any form of attachment to either of his co-team members. Except for Murray. Kind of. He still didn’t have the faintest clue who Curse actually was, yet their similarity in attitude and demeanour worked like some kind of magnet that – if nothing else – at least let the one known as Tempest be curious about the other. It was thus lucky coincidence that this one person he cared about at least a little, in his own strange way, happened to have been moved to the same team again.
After the team missions, nothing overly exciting had happened in the weather-controlling mutant’s life after the team missions. Nor during them, actually. Once he had used his powers, much to his surprise finding out that the device he had been given actually worked. There had been not a single problem controlling his gift whatsoever, but then again, he hadn’t been agitated or even remotely affected by these particular events and so this first test couldn’t really be called much of a challenge for the blocking mechanism Storm had given him. Storm… on the inside, the place he avoided visiting, there was not the faintest doubt left that she was indeed his mother. The obvious facts aside, there were some things you could just feel and this was one of them. Not that he accepted this argument as valid. Not openly anyway.
Consciously or not, Kane seemed eager to focus on what she tried to teach him rather than finding an answer to this gnawing question. Maybe afraid of finding it was ‘yes’. Maybe apprehensive of what that might entail or suggested about his strangely riddled and contradictive memories. Most likely, however, it was all that at once and more like the absolute certainty that for Ororo, the revelation of their kinship would turn out to be fatal. After all, if she was indeed his mother, how could it be that there were pictures of other, now sometimes faceless, people in his mind that he thought to remember as his parents? How could she not recognise him… and where did the big blue guy come in?
Seen from that perspective, having to move into the team wing was a most welcome distraction from the strenuous effort of constantly having to push these thoughts aside. There certainly were days when Kane Munroe felt as if he were getting closer and closer to insanity. Not as much as during his stay in the medical bay after they had returned from Lost Angels; but then again, could you really rate such a process in intensity? And another thought to ignore, if only for a moment, as he followed the new, bulky teacher slash team leader named Bishop into what was supposed to become their new home. The strategist in Kane, this subconsciously acting part of him that had resisted all of Kiras’ attempts of removing it during the “anti-brainwashing” as he had creatively called it, had already spat out a complete analysis of the place’s tactical characteristics before he had finished checking who of the present people he remembered having seen before. Useful and annoying at the same time. And yet another thing to avoid thinking about.
Light curiosity stirred in the white-haired boy as he noticed Icarus. Well, actually it was quite difficult not to notice the winged mutant, and despite the neutral expression he constantly kept plastered on his face, Kane did indeed find himself wondering what it would be like to have additional extremities growing out of one’s back. Enthusiasm? Tilting his head to the side, he seriously pondered when there had been the last time he had felt any such thing. He couldn’t remember; and truth be told the prospect of this move hadn’t actually been enthusiasm-inspiring to him. On the upside, there weren’t any overly negative aspects to this change of accommodation either though. Relative indifference: apparently things went their normal way.
Bishop’s reply actually managed to summon a smile on Tempest’s face. Granted it was thin, not exactly a beam nor happy, and seemed more cynical than anything else, but it was a smile. Impressive really. The reason was simple. Cutting out sarcastic comments? A glance was directed at Curse as Kane wondered whether the notoriously ironic other was thinking the same thing. If there was anything of humour expected to be uttered, chances were it would be of the negative kind. Their new leader really still had things to learn. A lot of things.
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Re: So...
Sean had moved his stuff into his new dorm room the previous day with the help of his mother; the two telekinetic mutants had found little effort in moving the large items together, years of Jean training Sean’s own telepathic abilities meant that if needed they could work well together when combining their powers.
He had spent one final night in his room with Dawn, he was going to miss his own space, the pair of them had been assigned a two room dorm with an en suite bathroom and now he was getting squeezed into a small bedroom on his own. He had requested one with a double bed as that he could at least have Dawn over to stay with him when they wanted but it was going to be strange to go back to an empty room in the evenings. Admittedly he would have the other team members and new roomies to hang out with but it wasn’t quite the same. Although he knew some of the people in the team, he felt a little bit like he was going back to starting school all over again. Sean didn’t find it hard to get on with people, in general he was a fairly quiet, unobtrusive guy (which people sometimes mistook for being unapproachable) and unlike his cousin Taylor’s innate enthusiasm which could get peoples backs up, Sean was much happier sitting quietly with a group of friends; although Taylor had seen to it many times that when he was around Sean couldn’t have a quiet moment.
The telekinetic mutant had been one of the last to get up to the dorms for the first meeting of the team, he had been down in the med lab with his father and lost track of time. He had briefly crossed paths with Connor on his way up to the dorm who had seemed very distant, which wasn’t a surprise considering what he had been through recently; it was a stark contrast to what he was like when he had requested Sean join the team he was on previous to the recent team shuffle. For a moment Sean allowed a moment of bitterness into his mind as he watched the clawed mutant moving away from the meeting; Sean himself was going through a lot with the revelation of his father’s terminal illness but he was doing as his x-man parents would and tried to get on with things. He chastised himself for the insensitive thoughts and was just glad that his control on his telepathic abilities was high so that Connor couldn’t have sensed the thought.
As he entered the room he was met by a group of other mutants dotted around the living room of the dorm. Bishop, their team leader and an old friend of his parents, was stood ahead of them and as Sean scanned the faces in the room he found he knew few of them; the only person Sean could note was Catherine Hall. When he saw here he had to control his distaste for the young woman, the two of them had gotten off on a bad footing on their first meeting in the city of Lost Angels and despite Sean’s attempt to reconcile any issues between them she had always been quick to dismiss him. Maybe this forced connection between the pair would finally allow those old demons to lay to rest.
The mutant known as Icarus had followed Sean into the room and Sean had moved to the back of the room and leant against the wall; his covered eyes surveying the room as the final member of the team walked into the room and spouted some sarcastic comment. Sean was one of the oldest members of the team and took after his father with his maturity; before he would have said something to Icarus about it being inopropriate to make comments like that at their first tem meeting but since his older cousin’s arrival at the institute Sean had found his up-tightness being loosened a little and he just stood and watched as Bishop’s retort put Jay back in his place as a member of the team and not a joker; at least not while they were in a meeting; a small smile crossing his face. Sean could not remember if he had ever met Bishop, if he had he would have been very young, possably even before his mutant abilities and the accident that cost him his right to see without the aid of his lenses took place. But what he did know was that his parents had a lot of faith in him and as a result he would gain Sean’s respect, his parent knew a good man when they saw one and his reputation in District X preceded him; at least for Sean.
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(OOC: Probably about as long as it's been since I posted with Murray, Matt )
Roommates, Dorm room style living and a change of teams. If anyone had caught the look on Murray Grey's face when the announcement was first made they might have burst out laughing, so comical was the horrified expression playing on his features. It had taken several minutes to truly sink in and for Murray to think through all the implications of this new situation he was being thrust into and even after much time for thought the idea had not improved at all in his mind. Adding to his apprehension was the fact that Murray's team had changed drastically and that a new teacher at the school, more accurately an old one returned but he had no way of knowing this, was now in charge. The dark featured mutant was not good with people in general and he tended to avoid them as much as was humanly possible in such a social environment but worse even than people were new people, those he had never met and would have to get to know. Murray hated getting to know people most of all. He wasn't willing to share anything about his own dismal life and he couldn't possibly have cared any less about other people's lives so the whole situation seemed pointless to him.
Murray was not one to necessarily hide his feelings although he wasn't one to have a tantrum either. He would take everything as it came but make his distaste for the situation known in his usual quiet uninvolved way. It was almost boring even to think about how dull and routine everything would be for him. His thin lips formed a grim line as if they had been frozen into this unhappy position and grey eyes looked even darker as Murray glowered at anyone who tried to approach him. Arms firmly crossed across his torso Murray even appeared stubborn to the casual observer. While he wasn't about to complain or make things extremely difficult for his new team he wasn't going to make things easy either.
He found his group with relative ease but pushing through the crowd had not improved his mood any and by the time Murray reached the assembled teammates his already grim outlook on the situation had darkened. Hellions. Perhaps the name was appropriate for them if any of his teammates were like him. Of the names on the list though the one that stuck out was Tempest. The white-haired mutant and himself always seemed to end up in the same place at the same time and Murray thought with a slight ironic smile that if they hadn't been on the same team he would have been surprised. It wasn't a true bond or anysort of friendship but there was an unspoken understanding there, or at least that's how Murray viewed it, that the two were similar in attitude and could tolerate one another better than they could the rest of the students here.
"I take back my silent enthusiasm to be here," a winged mutant who Murray supposed was one of his new teammates stated, disappointment echoing through the words. So he wasn't the only one unhappy about all this fuss. That was a slight relief anyway and the sarcasm was a good stab at breaking the ice however unintentionally. Murray appreciated cynicism and sarcasm, using it often during the few times when he was required to speak to others in social situations and the beginnings of a smile played around the grim line of his lips for a moment.
"Are you rooming in with us sir?" Dark eyes blinked up from the ground at which he had been staring to glance at Bishop. He hadn't even considered that, what an awful idea to put this bunch of teens with the presumably experienced leader.
“Uh, no Jay, I don’t think so,” the leader replied and Murray would have thanked God had he believed in him for this small reward. “I’ve got my own room, and you’re responsible adults. There shouldn’t be any need for me to keep an eye on you, as long as you all toe the line. For one thing that means cutting out the sarcasm. I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to listen to it. Are we clear? If everyone stays polite and does their job, it will be more pleasant for all of us.”
Polite? In the face of all this Bishop expected them not only to deal with a new team, a new leader and new rooming arrangements but to be polite and pleasant about it? Clearly the new guy didn't know quite as much as he may have thought about his team. Murray had been uncaring before and he had followed orders but he couldn't remember ever having been willingly pleasant to another person since before his cursed powers had manifested. The South African glanced over at Tempest to find that the other mutant must have been having the same train of thought as himself. Sarcasm was a way of life to Murray, cynicism a daily ritual and really sarcastic humour was the only type he knew. The thought of cutting the sarcasm entirely and the ease of Bishop's statement as if it would be simple for the newly formed Hellions brought something that vaguely resembled a smile to Murray's face. It was far from a true smile of course and a positive person, upon studying his expression, would have thought it was a grimace rather than an expression of amusement but that was what he was and after their time on Blue Strike Force together Murray was fairly certain that Tempest would take the expression as it was meant to be taken.
They were an odd bunch when you put them all together Murray thought philosophically, grey eyes taking in the assembled team. He knew Connor more by reputation than anything else and certainly knew of the second-generation mutant's claws. That made claws, a strange visor for Sean who Murray also knew by reputation although they had never really talked, wings, white hair and then himself. Without a doubt they seemed one of the strangest teams assembled and that struck Murray as almost funny although his face didn't show this amusement or what he was thinking about. Surely this first meeting and the long weeks to follow would prove an interesting form of torture if nothing else.
Re: Hellions: Arriving at the New Dorm
“Uh, no Jay, I don’t think so,” A blessing as far as Jay was concerned, especially once the teacher finished speaking. But the mutant known as Icarus was very much into his personal space and kids were one thing but adults were something entirely different, especially one who was paid to boss them around and set out rules he’d make sure were followed. “I’ve got my own room, and you’re responsible adults. There shouldn’t be any need for me to keep an eye on you, as long as you all toe the line. For one thing that means cutting out the sarcasm. I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to listen to it. Are we clear? If everyone stays polite and does their job, it will be more pleasant for all of us.” That’s great, they had a commando on their team to who was from Pleasantville. Well, if Mr Unrealistic was so determined for them to be happy and get along, cutting out sarcasm was definitely the wrong way to go, Icarus was polite with the girls naturally, he could never fool around or be bluntly rude with them like he could with guys, but he naturally responded sarcastically a lot of times to situations. He wasn’t always rude, his jokes were effected by the habitual sarcasm that plagued him and it wasn’t something that could just be willingly turned off. And Icarus didn’t want to just turn it off, he enjoyed sarcastic humour even if it were being directed towards him from another, it may irritate him at times but he’d rather sarcasm instead of blunt harsh truth or those god awful dorky jokes.
The reply from Jay was a slightly cocky grin that bluntly said what Bishop was asking was already sounding far fetched. But to be honest, Jay really didn’t care to comment, it was a stupid request even if it was amusing at the same time. And right now Jay felt that making nice wasn’t something the teacher ought to bulldoze into them, why couldn’t he first see how they got along before he started cracking remarks and making unrealistic rules? Bright eyes peered over towards the others on the team as Jay stood there wondering if there was an actual plan now if they could just disperse and get on with their days. It was odd though, in all honesty Jay would have found it interesting and probably nice to have a teacher who cut right to the chase, he hated those who beat around the bush or acted childish and still expected him to follow their commands in the heat of battle. A straight forward strict leader was what Jay needed and unknowingly wanted if he had any other sloppy kind. As long as the guy wasn’t rude or standoffish when they needed his guidance then Jay could get used to his silly demands, but right now Jay was still angry with his mother dumping him here and with the brotherhoods attack that killed the first friend he started to make.
A passing glance at Sean told the winged mutant Cyclop’s son was going to be a stick in the mud when it came to anything which went over just ‘toeing the line’. Focus settled back on Bishop but then Icarus moved towards the fridge to see if it was stocked or not, it wasn’t since it was totally up to the students to handle the stocks in their dorm room. Opening the fridge door revealed there was no food and Icarus made an ‘of course’ sounding soft grunt. Letting it close shut with a flick of his hand, Jay Guthrie turned and made his way to find which room was his, a displeased comment mumbled to their leader in his stride.
"Well if you’re a busy man let us not keep you." Because heaven forbid the old guy actually get to know them and grow used to their way… fair enough everyone is able to cut down somewhat on sarcasm but cutting it out entirely seemed over kill. And if this dude was this way with sarcasm, Jay didn’t want to think how he’d be with other actual important things. The winged mutant moved swiftly into one of the empty rooms, which he took instantly as being his as he closed the door. Making nice with teachers weren’t high on Icarus’s agenda right now, he wanted to give it a try but it wasn’t just something he could jump into easily.
The fridge was empty, and Jay allotted himself some free time so he moved quickly to lift the window of his room and climb out of it. Actually it didn’t seem like he was walking out on the group, at least not in a hostile way, as far as Icarus was concerned Bishop said he was a busy man and he had his own room, so the guy was probably on his way out of the dorm anyway… the fact there may be a discussion did pass Jay’s mind but he was far too uncomfortable to stick around. Besides, he was doing good… he’d swing by the store down the street which opened its doors to the students of the school. It wasn’t like Jay hasn’t tended after a household before, so it was familiar territory that could help the troubled student think over what was now happening in these team arrangements.
There was perhaps another truth, Jay had hoped Archangel would have been his new leader, out of all of them Jay was more comfortable with him, mainly because they had similar mutations but also because there wasn’t anything to hide from Warren. Not that Jay hoped for sympathy but he hated when people said they understood what he was going through, he hated it so passionately he could just strike them out if they were stupid enough to try saying it. Unless they were there, unless they understood what it was like to come back to life with the body of the one they love lifeless in their arms, dead lips against their own, only then could he accept that yes… perhaps they did know what it had been like for him.
As long as the group didn’t give him hell about his singing, he would try to be nice to them, but he’d be nice without any stupid rules the faculty members try to spew up in order to keep things ‘nice and polite’. Sure some rules were needed… but please, if they were going to be ridiculous then it wasn’t really worth all this stress, the whole team thing that was.
TBC: Icarus… fade out
He’ll be back later if you others want to do some character posting, but with Jenn not posting as Cat at the moment it could get tricky. If Bishop wants to explain to the group that Connor is currently unaware of his position on the team that would be handy, also Connor has amnesia but the students wouldn't know of that just yet, not even Sean. So if Bishop could just mention that Connor’s position on the team is uncertain at this point due to reasons Bishop can’t discuss and that the group should give him some space (as Connor’s leader Bishop (I’m sure) would have been advised as to Connor’s new predicament). Sorry for the brashness of Jay, he’s gone through a few recent issues… all Loza’s fault! No really… damn green haired menace! *narrows eyes*
Re: Hellions: Arriving at the New Dorm
OOC I‘d quite like to do a bit of character posting to get in the swing of things if no one minds?
“Well if you’re busy let us not keep you.” Jay Guthrie swept out of the room dramatically, mumbling under his breath like a bitter old drunk. Bishop looked around at his team, his expression stern. Secretly, he had rather enjoyed Jay’s overreaction.
These kids thought they were the only ones who had ever been young, but Lucas Bishop had a trick or two up his sleeve. He’d asked them all to be nice, and show a little bit of team spirit, so the reactions of the group told an old detective like Bishop a lot about them. Ostensibly, he was looking for signs of leadership potential, although there weren’t a lot of those around.
Jay obviously needed to be the centre of attention. Bishop had noticed him look over at Sean for a moment before reacting. He would be different on a one to one basis. He was playing to an audience.
Tempest, apart from the others, something of a loner and smirking openly. Bishop could guess that this lad would have problems becoming a team player. It would be tough to make a kid like this feel accepted.
Sean was the only kid who had passed the test. He wasn’t worried what anybody else thought. He gave you his full attention and the benefit of the doubt. He was just like his old man.
Murray was more difficult, but the South African’s constipated expression had also presumably been intended to radiate contempt. The look seemed to be aimed at the smirking Tempest.
“Another rule I’m going to instigate is that nobody has the last word and then storms out of a room before listening to what I have to say in reply. I’ll take that up with Mr Guthrie later.”
Bishop stood with his arms folded. He surveyed the Hellions.
“I understand that the team changes have been unpopular with some students, and I can understand that the moves from dorm to dorm have been inconvenient. Any of you have any problems settling in come and talk to me, and we’ll sort something out.
“You’re all here because the school see something in you. Don’t forget that. Every one of you has unique gifts, and ultimately it’s up to you what you make of them, but this team has the potential to be one of the most formidable in the Institutes history. We didn’t just draw names out of a hat, you’ve all been selected because you’re pretty special… even Mr Guthrie.
“None of you have ever met me before, with the exception of Mr Summers. I must say that you’ve grown a little since then Sean, so I won’t be offended if you don’t remember. My name is Lucas Bishop and I have a thirty year history in law enforcement. I was also a member of the X men and have a long standing affiliation with the Xavier institute. For the last twenty years I’ve been heading the task force in charge of preserving peace in District X, New York City. You’ll probably be familiar with the recent Spike Lee Film, although in places it was very unrealistic.”
Bishop stopped himself digressing from the matter at hand. He had been a little nervous about getting back into teaching and had put a lot of thought into how to introduce himself.
“The team will be under strength for awhile. Some of you will be wondering about Mr Enright, who was originally being considered for inclusion. I can say I am hopeful he will be involved at some point, but at the moment he has certain personal problems which make him unable to enlist. I’d ask you all to give him some space until the situation is resolved, and I’ll keep you updated when necessary.”
Bishop looked around at the members of the Hellions team. He sincerely believed they could be great.
"If any of you have any concerns or questions, now would be a good time."
Re: Hellions: Arriving at the New Dorm(OOC: Why should we mind? You’ve just gotta bear with us a little. Oh and on a side note, there was no mention of Icarus muttering anything, was there…?
Sorry for the short post – the problem with Kane is that he hardly ever talks XD Making things much more difficult.)
Angie: What he said about Bishop being busy was muttered..sheesh, pay attention to my mutterings dude!
Actually.. um.. we always just called the dude and dudettes camp supervisors >>... so you got it right.
As expected, Kane quite effortlessly recognised the expression on the cursed mutant’s face as what it was – a sight that had likewise been anticipated. However, Jay’s outburst – if you could call it that – and the following speech of their team leader was more than enough for the white-haired boy to get distracted from any further comments he possibly would have made otherwise. A light frown followed the winged mutant, Tempest himself quite unaccustomed to such emotional displays. Granted others seemed to do things like that all the time, but he himself was… well… let’s just say reactions like these weren’t exactly natural to his temperament. Of course he did have his emotional moments. The weather-controlling mutant certainly wasn’t dead on the inside, even less so after having stopped taking the repressing drugs he had been on during the Renaissance Hotel incident, yet there was always a difference between feeling and showing what you felt, wasn’t there?
Red eyes settled on Bishop and stayed fixed there; a focused and not exactly uninterested gaze that, however, held the potential to be highly unnerving. Yes, Kane did blink as often as every other human being, yet the once again completely and utterly neutral expression on his features was still nothing many people would find assuring. It was strange, yet even though the assumption was everything but far off, the boy’s expression was completely unlike that of someone sleeping with open eyes or put into trance. The easiest and least informative description would have been, that it was just different. You could be sure that he was indeed paying attention; that was probably the main difference.
If Tempest had ever been to a summer camp, his ironic mind would most probably have compared Bishop with a certain type of camp supervisor (OOC: err… what do you call these people again?! can’t remember the word XD). Although starting off by implementing rules, the massive man seemed impressively determined to appear as a big brother of sorts, or at least someone you’d come to with your problems. Fair enough, that was what team leaders ultimately were supposed to be (among so many other things, Circe had once called them “the only true multitaskers”), but still it was quite interesting to see how quickly Bishop was beginning to build up that image. Considering this team’s members though, chances of him winning any brownie points with that strategy were low. Not that either of them was likely to ever be actually aggressive. They weren’t that kind of troublesome. In that way, the name “Hellions” was more than just misleading. It was completely wrong.
"For every answer, a dozen new questions are popping up. Somebody up there hates me. Likewise."
Re: Hellions: Arriving at the New Dorm
((OOC: I'm totally up for playing it out as well but like Matt's Kane my character is really quiet so there isn't likely to be any talking unless he is directly asked something...
Oh and Matt perhaps counsellor? I wouldn't know since I've never been to a camp but that might have been what you were going for.))
Dark grey eyes watched as the winged mutant identified as Jay muttered and swept out of the room. So Jay had a flair for the dramatic. It wasn't Murray's style and neither was an outright emotional outburst but everyone had their own way of dealing with things and this would at least keep things here interesting, far more interesting than the snorefest Murray had expected anyway. His first reaction was a casual glance over at Bishop, wondering what the almighty leader's reaction would be. Murray looked completely unphased though and a smile tugged at the corner of his right cheek. It would never become enough of a smile to be recognised for what it was but served as a hint to the observant of how amusing the dark-haired mutant had found this whole event.
A stern look seemed the first response and a moment passed where no one said anything. Murray was used to silence but he preferred silence when he was alone and was unused to standing in a room surrounded by others in dead quiet.
“Another rule I’m going to instigate is that nobody has the last word and then storms out of a room before listening to what I have to say in reply. I’ll take that up with Mr Guthrie later.” Yes fold your arms, that will make you look more imposing. The sarcastic thought came naturally into Murray's head without really trying which made him reflect upon just how impossible it would be to cut all sarcasm from his vocabulary. Well Bishop didn't need to worry. Curse couldn't really see himself or Tempest throwing a tantrum like that and storming out. Cyclops' son would never dare disobey the leader from the looks of it, he was as straight-edged as they came Murray thought to himself, not that he himself went out of his way to be a troublemaker like some other punks around here.
“I understand that the team changes have been unpopular with some students." Unpopular? Murray nearly snorted. In reference to some people that was more than an understatement. Of course it wasn't really who was on his team that was a problem for Murray, it was the whole idea of being on a team with others in general that bothered him. "and I can understand that the moves from dorm to dorm have been inconvenient. Any of you have any problems settling in come and talk to me, and we’ll sort something out," Bishop continued. Somehow he couldn't really picture either himself or Tempest sitting down to tell Bishop about all their numerous problems and personal lives either.
“You’re all here because the school see something in you. Don’t forget that. Every one of you has unique gifts, and ultimately it’s up to you what you make of them, but this team has the potential to be one of the most formidable in the Institutes history." He had to be joking right? It was either that or Bishop was a really bad inspirational speaker. Saying they had potential to be one of the best was like saying the Exiles team would surely be the school's pride and joy. They might make progress if they were willing to and if Bishop didn't piss them off too much but they would never be the best, at least in Murray's pessimistic view of life this was the case. "We didn’t just draw names out of a hat, you’ve all been selected because you’re pretty special… even Mr Guthrie." That reminded Murray of the T-shirts he had seen at the mall. Plain white writing on black fabric which read 'Your mother lied. You're not special you're just stupid.' It was a rude shirt of course and certainly not the type thing Murray would ever wear around because God forbid he attract attention unneccessarily but he had found it slightly amusing at the time.
Apparently it was time for the obligatory get to know me thing teachers always seemed to do with a new class and evidently team leaders with a new team. Law enforcement history didn't bode well for anyone looking to get away with anything but Murray wasn't. He didn't want to deliberately cause trouble or be a burden he just didn't want to be the eager teamplayer. He listened with eyes downcast as Bishop continued to speak, this time about how there was something wrong with the son of Wolverine. Murray wasn't completely without pity and silently he hoped his new teammate would figure things out. He knew only too well what it was like to be burdened with your own problems and to not have anyone to go with about i and he wouldn't wish a fate of self-doubt and secrets upon anyone else.
"If any of you have any concerns or questions, now would be a good time." Again grey eyes lifted from the ground to cast a sidelong glance at Tempest, wondering how the white-haired mutant had taken the whole lecture. Then Murray raised his eyes slightly. He wouldn't meet the gaze of Bishop but he did shake his head slightly, a non-verbal 'no'.
Re: Hellions: Arriving at the New Dorm
Bishop surveyed his Hellions, and tried to remind himself what the original taskforce in District X had been like. He knew that youths such as these responded to firmness and discipline, but Bishop didn’t like raising his voice. He preferred to lead by example.
Bishop had been given the six names on the list for a reason. All six of them had something to learn from him. He was determined that they would all benefit from his tutelage. Jean had placed her trust in him and Bishop considered it a point of honour to avoid letting her down.
Looking at the scepticism that emanated from Kane and Murray, and having experienced the attention-seeking of Joshua Guthrie, Bishop knew he would have a job explaining the importance of moral fibre and discipline to this lot. Only Sean seemed interested, as if he was willing to give it a chance. Or was Bishop just projecting Scott onto Sean in a spate of wishful thinking.
Bishop told himself that he hadn’t solved all of the Task Force’s problems on day one either, and that his struggle to establish peace in District x had been a far more ambitious project. The important thing here was not to smother them to early. He’d said his piece, and he didn’t need to stand here recycling the same message until they were sick of him.
Bishop wanted to make things perfect straight away, but these kids needed time to develop. Bishop wondered how long their tough facades would last if all hell broke lose?.
“I was rescued from a very bad life by this institution,” said Bishop, tentatively. “A man named Charles Xavier taught me that if we fight hard enough, one day we can have a world without all the crap that comes with being a mutant. I’m sure you’ve all heard this a million times before, and I’m sure that at least part of you agrees with it. Peaceful coexistence. It’s Xavier’s dream.
“I noticed a few eyebrows being raised when I told you to cut out the trash talk in front of me. All I’ll say is, if you can’t get along with five other people in a dormitory situation, how are you going to get on in life?
“Anyway, I’m sure you’d all like some time to settle in. I’m going to mark some homework. You know where I am if you need me.”
Bishop gave a casual wave, and left the Hellions to their own devices.
TBC..
…and it's Sean, not Scott... *randomly wonders how long it’s been since he last posted with Kane*… mmh…)
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