School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

[StarrNico]

Arron held the door for her as they walked out. He walked down the wide path then headed across the grassy meadow.

Jean smiled and looked around.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Ther walked into the gym. Cheetah, wolf, gibbon. Speed, stamina, agility. She sped across the floor, leaping, twirling, diving to avoid the electric dummies and other challenges, throwing balls of fire. Her loose black tank top and jazz pants flowed around her. Snatches of a song went through her head. I feel pretty!/Oh so pretty!/I feel pretty and witty and bright! She smiled. Just like dancing. Except more painful if she messed up. Dancing. She didn't much of that anymore…Too many memories. The white costume. The wings sprouting beneath it during her finale. The roses burning in her room. The panicked flight.

A bolt hit her stomach in her revelry, blasting her across the room. Anger shot through her and she blasted the dummy with fire. It exploded. The fire alarm went off and sprinklers extinguished the flames. She could already hear the professor's voice in her memories: "Control it, Therese! You let it get away from you!" She'd learned to control it and yet her temper would still take the control away from her. The alarm turned off as the fire was extinguished. Drenched to the skin, she mopped up the water and headed to her room, shame-faced.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Ther opened the door to her room, the oranges, purples, reds and greens creating a warm, cheery and stylish feeling. She moved to her closet for some dry clothes. Jeans, a belted poet shirt, ballet flats and emerald stud earrings. She walked to the full-length mirror, adjusted herself and gave a small sigh. The outfit felt like a funeral shroud, knowing where she had to go next. She walked out of her room braiding her wet hair on the side.
The mahogany doors were large and, on occasions like these, intimidating. They were at the end of the hall, as if so that she could reflect on what she'd done all the way there. She knocked softly on the door. The disappointed, "Come in" was almost more than she could bear at the moment.
"Hi, Professor." she said meekly, closing the door behind her and not meeting the man's eyes.
"Therese, how long have you been at this school?"
"Five years."
"And in all that time, you haven't been able to control your powers fully. After three weeks, Luna has more control than you do. And you know what it was like at first; you were there."
"Yes, sir."
"Therese, do you know why you can't control it?"
"Because I get angry?"
"That's when, not why. You are afraid of it, Therese."
Her eyes came up from the ground, finally meeting his, "No I'm not!"
She wished she hadn't made eye contact. His eyes bored into hers, making it impossible to look away, "Yes, you are. You were afraid the day you came here and you're still afraid now. Fear is a deadly thing. Your power is only going to become harder to control if you stay afraid. You need to understand that. Control it now, before it controls you. You may go." Ther nodded weakly and started the long walk back.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(Oh, adding this necklace to the outfit:



Pretty! I love opals; they come in so many colors! Shiiiiinyyyyy!)

 

[StarrNico]

Dylan found the book he had been searching for and went to a chair to read.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Ther entered the library, figuring she'd grab a book, get to her room, curl up in a corner, read about two words and cry her eyes out. She walked along the shelves, dragging her fingers against the spines and breathing in the rich smell of books. Fairytales Every Child Should Know. There it was, a worn green cover with indented black lettering. An image of a forest clearing with a girl and a stag. Just silhouettes. Old fairytales. Just simple, beautiful stories to lose herself in. Not exactly the coziest stories, but that wasn't how she was feeling anyway.

 

[StarrNico]

Ther entered the library, figuring she'd grab a book, get to her room, curl up in a corner, read about two words and cry her eyes out. She walked along the shelves, dragging her fingers against the spines and breathing in the rich smell of books. Fairytales Every Child Should Know. There it was, a worn green cover with indented black lettering. An image of a forest clearing with a girl and a stag. Just silhouettes. Old fairytales. Just simple, beautiful stories to lose herself in. Not exactly the coziest stories, but that wasn't how she was feeling anyway.

Dylan glanced up when Ther entered. He watched her for a while then said "Hi, Ther" (They should know each other since they have both been there a while)

 

[NinjaRooster]

Jean smiled and looked around. 

((*pretends he hasn't been standing motionless in this meadow for two days* ))

Arron thought for a moment, then said to Jean, "Follow me, I've got something to show you." Then he turned and headed towards a hill that was dotted with trees.

 

[StarrNico]

((*pretends he hasn't been standing motionless in this meadow for two days*

))

Arron thought for a moment, then said to Jean, "Follow me, I've got something to show you." Then he turned and headed towards a hill that was dotted with trees.

"Alright" Jean said and followed curiously

 

[NinjaRooster]

"Alright" Jean said and followed curiously

Arron headed up the hill, reaching the top in about 2 minutes. At the very to was a giant tree. He walked up to the trunk and grabbed a low hanging branch; swinging himself up to it. He reached down to Jean and said "Here, hold onto my hand and the branch and I'll pull you up."