School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

Preston Jumped up after Angel. "Right! School." He said somewhat nervously, trying to adjust to the weirdness. "I don't..." He began as she left but stopped. Where in the world do i get my schedule? He wondered, standing up, and taking off after her. (Pretty far behind so when she looked, she wouldn't have seen him) He slipped into the class and saw her talking to another girl. He walked over, more static electricity building up in his hair from running on the carpet, making his hair stick up even more. "Where am i suppose to get my schedule?" Preston asked either of them.
 
Jamie scowled. "Who told you my name? I'm guessing it was you." she said, turning to Ryan. He was the only person she had told her real name to. Maybe this was their idea of a prank. She remained standing, looking over the bald man, trying to judge whether he was a threat.



Ryan looked at her, his eyes no nonsense and shook his head.
Professor X simply smiled and nodded, "Ryan does enjoy a good prank from time to time but he did not tell me your name, dear." Ryan looked at him, shock and irritation on his face briefly before once again becoming stony.
"No...I'm Telepathic and Psychic. You told me your name. Do not worry my young friend. I do not have any intention of harming you or sending you anywhere...you have many concerns. The main one being that no one find you. Here is a safe haven for those with what we call gifts. You, Jamie, have a gift. You are not fully aware of it but there is a place here for you if the idea of a home, schooling, and the possibility of controlling your gift and fears appeals to you." his voice was calm and soft. His eyes appealing and kind in a grandfatherly sort of way...but he defiantly was a no-oneness man. You could see that at a glance


"Yeah right," Jamie said, rolling her eyes. She couldn't help it. It had become part of her nature to be suspicious of people she didn't know.
 
Preston Jumped up after Angel. "Right! School." He said somewhat nervously, trying to adjust to the weirdness. "I don't..." He began as she left but stopped. Where in the world do i get my schedule? He wondered, standing up, and taking off after her.  (Pretty far behind so when she looked, she wouldn't have seen him) He slipped into the class and saw her talking to another girl. He walked over, more static electricity building up in his hair from running on the carpet, making his hair stick up even more. "Where am i suppose to get my schedule?" Preston asked either of them.
Luna looked up at the guy that had just walked up. "From the professor." She said. "In his office. He'll give you your schedule and locker number."
 
Quote: "Yeah right," Jamie said, rolling her eyes. She couldn't help it. It had become part of her nature to be suspicious of people she didn't know.

"Well...what if I told you that right now there is a room ready for you? You can come and go as you please...go anywhere you like, when ever you like. You can go to school here and not be bothered by having to wonder when your next meal will be. Where you will sleep at night. There is no doubt that you can survive on your own...you have done so. You too, Ryan. You still have doubts as well. But answer me this, you two...do you want to run your whole life? Always running, fearing for your safety?"

Ryan frowned. The true answer was no. He wanted the safty of a home...even if he would only use it briefly before he hit the road again. He glanced at Jamie and tried to read her expression.
 
"Thanks." Preston said, turning around he ran towards the Professor's office. Burst in inside, he saw the guy who had been eating ice cream, and the girl who gave him ten bucks. (Ryan and Jamie.) He slowed down slightly and waited. If the Professor could see what was in his head, he would know that Preston needed a schedule.
 
Home. Jamie remembered her old home, with her sister and her parents. She stopped her tears from coming, as they usually did whenever she thought of her past life. She shook her head and briskly walked out of the room, down the hall and ran outthe door to the trees, where she could have at least some privacy. She let the tears come and pulled out the folded paper from her pocket, looking at her 12-year-old self, smiling happily in the photo.
 
Home. Jamie remembered her old home, with her sister and her parents. She stopped her tears from coming, as they usually did whenever she thought of her past life. She shook her head and briskly walked out of the room, down the hall and ran outthe door to the trees, where she could have at least some privacy. She let the tears come and pulled out the folded paper from her pocket, looking at her 12-year-old self, smiling happily in the photo.
(Lol Mantha dramatic much? (Sorry, I've kept myself from saying it for a while, but i JUST CAN'T RESIST :3))
 
Home. Jamie remembered her old home, with her sister and her parents. She stopped her tears from coming, as they usually did whenever she thought of her past life. She shook her head and briskly walked out of the room, down the hall and ran outthe door to the trees, where she could have at least some privacy. She let the tears come and pulled out the folded paper from her pocket, looking at her 12-year-old self, smiling happily in the photo.

(Lol Mantha dramatic much? (Sorry, I've kept myself from saying it for a while, but i JUST CAN'T RESIST :3))


((yup :3))
 
Home. Jamie remembered her old home, with her sister and her parents. She stopped her tears from coming, as they usually did whenever she thought of her past life. She shook her head and briskly walked out of the room, down the hall and ran outthe door to the trees, where she could have at least some privacy. She let the tears come and pulled out the folded paper from her pocket, looking at her 12-year-old self, smiling happily in the photo.

Ryan stood as she left but remained where he was. She needed time alone.
The professor just sat there smiling at him...it was starting to really annoy him. "There HAS to be a catch!" he finally blurted. Looking into those strange eyes had broken down his barriers. The emotions rose to the surface unchecked. "I have to loose SOMETHING by staying here!" he growled.

"You do loose something." the man whispered. "Your fears. That, young friend, is a key to open almost every door."

Ryan just stood there...taking in his words. The professor pushed a paper across the desk. "Here is your schedule and Miss. Jamie's. I have a feeling you will need it. Oh. And also Preston's. You'll see him on the way down to class I assume. Please give it to him with my best." he smiled.

Ryan snatched up the papers fuming. He left the room and moved moodily down the hall. How does this guy DO that? he knows just what to say to make me second-guess myself!!!
 
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