Low expectations = no dissappointment
Allan looked out the window of the limo at the changing landscape, he had gone from a sheltered and pompous prep school off of the island to a sheltered school on the island. Allan was not amazed by the limo, he had rode in them with his 'parents' to benefits many times. The large gates and magnificant architexture of the mansion did not amaze him either, though he did give credit to the craftsmanship that must've gone into the making of such an incrediable school. Allan did not expect great things from this place, he had been promised much, but he cared little if the promises were kept.
He had heard his fair share of promises and more had been broken than kept. Allan shrugged mentally, what did it matter? After all, people can't be expected to take everything into account, sure, all the worldy possessions he could have ever wanted he got, but the things that actually mattered, like love and a family, were beyond his 'parents' ability to provide. So he got a new family and new parents in the form of his servants. But his 'parents' stole them from him. They stole everything from him, so he left before they could steal his freedom away. He had not once thought of them until now, but this ride made him feel nastalgic, maybe it was the size of the car. He had cleared the distracting thoughts from his head as the school came into view. Yet they still pulled at the back of his mind.
The car stopped and he got out, the man driving waved a card or something in front of the gate and it opened allowing Allan in uninhibited, however the car turned around a left, probably to pick up another new student. Allan put his back pack on and then liftend his traveling bag, it contained all his worldy possessions save his board, which was in his backpack, compacted for travel. He took his first steps up the path to what would be a new life, or so he imagined. Thoughts of his old like creeping back into his mind. The size of the house, the car, it was all too reminiscent of his past. Halting halfway to the door he considered turning and leaving, yet he couldn't help but think there were people here who would know if he didn't show up. He sighed and shrugged and walked up to the door, knocking on it with his free hand he awaited a response.
As spacious as it was, she’d already been warned that the entrance hall was a no-soccer zone. Then again, Isa had been told that of the entire house. And yet, here she was, kicking her ball down the hall where she’d already been bouncing it along. Only a couple weeks here, and she was already comfortable enough to break the rules. Lucky for her, no teachers happened to be around as the ball pounced down the stairs to the front door.
A knock, and then another. Freezing from the stairs, Isaura realized it wasn’t anything being upturned like last time, simply the sound of fist meeting wood. It was always a good sign when nothing wasn’t broken. She’d smashed a light bulb in her room during the first week, and she was still hoping there weren’t leftover shards. Tucking loose hair back over her ear, Isa followed the black and white ball to the door.
Whoever it was, had to have some importance if traveling by limo. Flashy things, her father had always been happy with a Mercedes without resorting to the stretched out vehicles. Still, slightly intriguing that one would stop here. Even she’d simply taken a taxi. Taxi drivers were simply chauffeurs with colorful language. She’d gotten one who gave her a strange review of the best sandwich shops in North Dakota. If she was ever there, Isa now knew where to get a mean pastrami.
Pulling away from the peephole, Isa was curious to meet this limo-riding guest. Interesting people, always around this place, and she wasn’t disappointed, opening the door to a boy. For the amount of luggage, he planned to stay for a while. He didn’t look like a traveling luggage salesman.
“Oh, you’re new!” Hello seemed boring, and she was sure slamming the door in his face wasn’t the way to do this, so she’d gotten right to the obvious. It seemed that just as she was getting a hang of who was around, there was someone else to learn about. Kicking her ball out of the way, she opened the door wider.
So this was a “new” new student, or a returning one that she had yet to meet. His hair color gave it away that he wasn’t just a human boy scout. He made the hair look good though. Grinning slightly at the silly thought, Isaura stepped aside with a flourished hand motion, gesturing for him to enter.
“Well, come on in then. Need help with your bag?” Fiddling with the end of her ponytail, she’d never covered Welcome Wagon 101. This didn’t mean she’d have to show him around or anything, right? She still had trouble finding her own classes. If he was new, at least it meant that there was someoneone more lost than her. Isa had yet to figure if that was a good thing.
Re: Low expectations = no dissappointment
There was some rustling around behind and the door and the soft thud of what sounded like someone kicking a ball. Allan went to knock on the door again when it opened. A rather striking girl stood there. Is she a teacher? Allan wonder he was about to asked when she answered the question for him.
“Oh, you’re new!” Allan figured if she was a teacher she probably would've been expecting a new student and asked if he was Allan. "Yeah, I'm Allan. Can I-" She startled him with a flourish.
“Well, come on in then. Need help with your bag?” Allan shook his head, "No, thanks though." He walked in and looked around, half expecting to see someone walking on the ceilings, not because of what he heard about the school, but what had been implied by the man who convinced him to come. He walked in a little farther and looked around some more, trying to get his barings before he turned to the girl who had let him in, she looked a little bit younger than him. "So, what's your name?" He paused a bit trying not to make this next part sound odd. "Umm, what can you do?"
Allan had no idea if she could 'do' anything or if all the students here were indeed mutants, but he was just assuming that she was. It had nothing to do with a gut feeling or intuition, he just wanted to find a mutant as quickly as possible so that he could at least relate to one person here. He fidgeted a little uncomfertable being back in what seemd the lap of luxery, after all these years, as soon as he could he would like to be alone in his room for a little bit. He might consider calling his friends, maybe resting. His eyes like tiny cameras taking pictures of the house, storing them away in his memory. He did the same thing for the girl who had let him. Pausing a little bit longer on her hair, he had never seen anything like it before, maybe he'd draw it a little later, it'd make a nice picture.
Re: Low expectations = no dissappointment
If she’d learned anything in her short time here, it was that new people could show up at any time, due to the craziness of their happy little mutated world. Allan, was it? Easy to remember, better than struggling to recall some obscenely long exotic name. His hair color made it obvious he wasn’t exactly the average Joe on the street, but he hadn’t quite looked like he’d been dropped on earth in a cornfield. Maybe by a limo, but not a space ship.
Wherever he was from, he seemed nice enough, refusing her offer with the bag politely. Isa cracked a smile, hoping he hadn’t hurt his pride by asking. Like anything new, her curiosity kept her interest on him as she carefully watched his expression, taking in the entrance hall. A little flashback of her own first time drew her eyes upward, looking for something that might have caught his interest. She was pretty sure they cleaned off the occasional accidental burn mark of overzealous students’ practices.
“I see you’ve met our ceiling. Welcome to the Institute then?” Grinning, she tore her eyes off of the above.
"So, what's your name?" He paused a bit trying not to make this next part sound odd. "Umm, what can you do?"
In any other school, the second question would have been odd, but it was understandable here. It did deserve a chuckle. “Isaura, or just Isa,” she began with a shrug. “I’m…you can say a ‘sunny’ mutant.” A little showing off, but she was out of confetti, and the sun streamed in through the still open door. Standing in light took away some of the effect, but she held up a hand that generated and set off a flash of light like a camera.
Eyes staining gold speckled brown with her connection to her powers, Isa blinked away the light, giving a nonchalant shrug. “Summary, I can also make things very hot. And you? Know your name, Allan…” the girl looked interested. “So what do you do?”
This was a strange twist to “get to know somebody,” but it was a lot more fun. After all, only mutants can keep things going from name to compliments on the weather. Closing the door with a last check for forgotten luggage, it seemed to settle that he wouldn’t run out screaming from this crazy hut. Would be a shame. He was sort of cute.
“I think we’ll have to find a teacher so you can find your room,” Isa pondered aloud as she glanced up the stairs. “We really wouldn’t want you sleeping in the hall.”
Re: Low expectations = no dissappointment
“I’m…you can say a ‘sunny’ mutant.” Allan nodded but didn't completely understand. But when Isa stood in the sun light things began to fall into place. His train of thought was interrupted when a flash of light, much like a camera's flash, went off. He blinked a couple of times until he was no longer seeing spots. “Summary, I can also make things very hot. And you? Know your name, Allan... So what do you do?” Allan opened his mouth to speak but she went on unabaited.
"I think we’ll have to find a teacher so you can find your room. We really wouldn’t want you sleeping in the hall.”
"Uh, yeah thats a good point. Err, about your earlier question," Allan felt very uncomfortable with the idea of finding a teacher, he knew it was all probably just preconcieved notions of wealth and snobbishness, but none the less he could not shake them. "I, well, the firsst part of my powers are pretty mundane, almost human. I have a photographic memory and unnaturally good problem solving skills. The other part can be a little...disguesting. I'll just show you." He held up his hand and blue liquid began to excrete from the pores in his hand, the seemed to move with a life of their own as they piled ontop of eachother, getting larger and wide, until they were the shape and size of a soccerball when fully inflated, a few seconds later there was no longer any liquid in his hand just an actual soccerball fully inflated. "I make things." He said with a shrug.
"So about this teacher?" He asked hoping his power wouldnt gross her out and trying to change the topic as quickly as possible. "I mean it is kinda early, would any of them be up at this time?" He looked around hoping to see a kitchen, "Could we grab a bite to eat first? I'm starved."
Re: Low expectations = no dissappointment"I, well, the firsst part of my powers are pretty mundane, almost human. I have a photographic memory and unnaturally good problem solving skills. The other part can be a little...disguesting. I'll just show you."
Memory and problem solving, it seemed he would be among the smarter students around, at least when it came to class. As ordinary as they would seem, they were useful. They also made a nice contrast to his other talent. He hadn’t been kidding about it. It was easy to see how someone might have been revolted by someone leaking blue, even Isa was a little surprised by the strangely colored bodily fluid. Eyes widening, her eyes passed from his hand to his face back to the forming object.
“Wow…” Isaura whispered as she realized the forming shape. It was unnerving but fascinating; the color took her mind off of the fact that he’d practically sweat it out. How could she not recognize a soccer ball? Wondering whether or not it was just a similarity or an actual ball, Isa looked up as a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips.
"I make things."
Simple, and yet it explained it well. Nodding her approval, she began suspecting his hair color did have something to do with his mutation. It was a cheap alternative to hair dye, and “making things” was a nice compensation. Better than having simply the hair color as his only mutation. She wondered if anyone was unlucky enough to have only mutated in color. It just didn’t seem that great.
"So about this teacher?"
Drawing her attention away from newly formed sports equipment, Isa met his eyes with a raised eyebrow.
"I mean it is kinda early, would any of them be up at this time?" He looked around hoping to see a kitchen, "Could we grab a bite to eat first? I'm starved."
Early, right. She usually was one of the first people up, sparked awake by the sun whenever she forgot to close the shades. Her powers did disrupt her internal clock a bit. Nodding as she pretended to know what time it is, Isa grinned.
“Sure we can. I’m sure no one could protest to us using the kitchen.” She hadn’t been here long and usually ate when food was all set up and served, but she couldn’t remember anything about keeping away from the stove. “Let’s see what they stock.”
She could use a little breakfast. After all, while a mutant, she was still human and living. A growing girl needed her nutritious start of the day. Flipping her own soccerball up off the floor and catching it, Isa tucked it under her arm.
“Come on. We’ll see what we can scrounge up.” Beckoning, she led the way.
((OOC: Would you like me to start in the kitchen, or do you want to?))
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