School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Ther smiled slightly and made her way back to her room.

~*~
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Kit-Kat lowered her voice and started to "play the piano" in the air,

"

I don't understand about complementary colors​

And what they say​

Side by side they both get bright​

Together they both get gray​

But he's been pretty much yellow​

And I've been kinda blue​

But all I can see is​

Red, red, red, red, red now​

What am I gonna do​

I don't understand about​

Diamonds and why men buy them​

What's so impressive about a diamond​

Except the mining​

And it's dangerous work​

Trying to get to you too​

And I think if I didn't have to​

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it​

Maybe I wouldn't think so much of you​

I've been watching all the time​

And I still can't find the tack​

And I wanna know is it okay​

Is it just fine​

Or is it my fault​

Is it my lack​

I don't understand about​

The weather outside​

Or the harmony in a tune​

Or why somebody lied​

There's solace a bit for submitting​

To the fitfully cryptically true​

What's happened has happened​

What's coming is already on its way​

With a role for me to play​

I don't understand​

I'll never understand​

But I'll try to understand​

There's nothing else I can do."​

It fit her mood, for once. The sadness and confusion and worry.

 

[NinjaRooster]

Jean looked to the school building "Why do you want binoculars?"

"Eh, no reason." He said.

 

[StarrNico]

"Eh, no reason." He said.

Jean chuckles softly "Alright, Mr. Mysterious, just don't start thinking loudly."

 

[NinjaRooster]

Jean chuckles softly "Alright, Mr. Mysterious, just don't start thinking loudly."

'Don't worry,' he thought very clearly at her. 'I won't'. He laughed.

 

[StarrNico]

'Don't worry,' he thought very clearly at her. 'I won't'. He laughed.

Jean laughed with him

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

(I should prob. RP while I can. This weekend, ima have to paint the biggest room in my house. So I should prob RP while I have time. )

Luna walked down the hall into the gym. She took the Icy blue-white gloves off her hands. They kept her from freezing things with her hands. Though, she could now control the ice that spread wherever she touched with her feet, she couldn't with her hands, which was why professor X had specially designed gloves made for Luna till she could control it. She set the gloves aside, her pitch black wings tucked tightly against her back, her long, silky black hair in a long friend braid that went down her her mid back. She walked over to the control panel on the gym wall, a small smile touching her lips. This had been one of her favorite places to go besides her room an the kitchen. She pressed one of the buttons and, whithout looking t the dummy that suddenly popped up for training, she made a snowball in her hand. She lightly blew on the ball if snow, causing it to glaze over into a sparkling, hard, icy ball. She held it in her fingers with both hands and pulled outwards, turning the snowball into a icicle, long and spiked at the end. Though, it would have been easier and make some 'grow' out of the ground and through the dummy, she wanted some practice on aiming. She realized that the dummy hand loaded it's gun and shot it. She ducked, barely missing it, and felt a ball of fire sing the dark feathers on her right wing. She felt it burn slightly, knowing the skin was red underneath the feathers. She wheeled around, aimed, and launched the icicle through the air in less then 10 seconds. It was a little off course than she wanted, catching the dummy in the shoulder. But at least she had hurt it and made it drop the gun, though she was angry that she hadn't gotten it into her target. She waved her hand through the air, as if crushing something invisible, and long ice clue grew from the food and fell, shredding the dummy to pieces. The panels opened and the dummy was pulled back into the department in the wall that all of the others were kept in. She muttered under her breath. "Seriously? I can't get one freaking spike through it's plastic and metal heart? Ugh." She had a terrible habit of talking to herself, but it was the only way she kept herself company, not really having any friends. Though, she had been here for over three weeks, she had hardly talked to anyone, preferring to practice controlling her powers, flying, or being in her room, reading the books from the shelves of the small library in her room.

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

Ari walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet closet door. She walked inside the walk in food cabinet and skimmed through it, searching for something to eat. Finally, she decided on beef cup noodles and a blue Gatorade. She started a pot of hot water ad waited, sipping her drink.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Angelos flew down the stairs and headed into the gym. He grabbed a knife from a table and turned, finding himself face-to-face with Luna. "Hello. I'm not intruding, am I? Some people like to practice alone." What was with him? That was just plain cordial.

 

[StarrNico]

Dylan sighed well now my concentration is just gone. wonder where Oakleigh is he thought and stood, putting the book back he left the building and shifted into an eagle and flew up into the air, going over towards the city

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Ther deposited the book on her bed. She walked to her closet and took out a shoebox. There they were: white ballet shoes. The same ones she'd been wearing when she came here. She lifted them out of the package.

- The Dying Swan. The finale. Her favorite part. Her arms floated up and down, faster and faster. She really felt like a swan. She could imagine wings on her. Big, white swan wings beating in a desperate attempt to stay aloft.

Feathers. Against her back. Part of her back. Feathers - wings. Oh, no.

The show must go on, or someone would notice. She finished the dance, accepted the smiles and congratulations and roses. She told her family she was tired, and could they just go home so she could get to bed?

Once in her room, she ripped open the back of the costume. The wings burst out. "Oh, no." she breathed. The beautiful pink roses burst into flames, turning to black and crumbling to ash. In a panic, she opened the window and ripped through the screen into the night air. When she landed, she realized she wanted the wings gone. To her surprise, they vanished. She needed speed, to get away from that house, from the truth, from herself. When she realized exactly how fast she was going, a few blocks later, she skidded to a halt. Then she realized - there was no escape. She dropped down to her knees in tears.

"Hello." said a voice, "My name is Charles Xavier." -

She slipped on the shoes, tied them up, and turned on the iPod: "I'll never…feel the weight - of your hands - inside mine like - diamonds… lace so fine... ballerina." And then she was swept into a dance for the first time in five years. And for the first time in five years, there was no fear. And all she could think was, Finally.

And then her excitement lit the bed on fire.