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Place: mutant manor
Time: 6:54am
Date: 7th may 2002
Four days, ninety six hours or five thousand seven hundred and sixty minutes, the mutant institute had been a light with rumours about a girl none of them had seen but knew was there. This girl had been moved out of the med-bay to a unknown room inside the mansion to stop nosey children searching her out. The only know thing about her was that she was in a comer and supposedly very powerful.
Today however that would change.
The students eleven up, were making there reluctant way to high school, while the others got ready to do what ever it is that they do on a school day, when the newest resident began to steer in her rooms.
El' Snow aka Victoria Potter, find herself waking up complete relaxed and comfy, her body sinking slightly into a mattress with a large feathered sheet covering her frame. She felt content to just lay in this bed knowing she was safe, if only for a little while. Finally opening her eyes El' looked around the rooms she had been placed in.
The room was a fifteen by twelve metre room; the far face and right wall dedicated to books, that appear well used, the shelfs having the old Victorian style to the them standing out against the cream walls. The same right wall had two beautifully carved windows set into it, so one sit in seat that look out across the grounds. While the far wall contained a door left slightly open to reveal a blue and green tiled bathroom. The left wall was coloured magnolia with red paint climbing up the wall, almost like vines and a door, assuming to lead out into a corridor, a third of the way down it. A old oak desk was strategically placed in, slightly off the centre of the wall to store plane paper and pens, with a paring wardrobe of to one corner. The black oak bed with silver and black silk sheets, which I sat on, took centre stage drawing attention to it standing out against the plush rose red rug.
This room had obviously belonged to someone before She took up residence. Sliding out from the silk sheets, El' made her way to the wardrobe, loving the feel of being about to move freely again and was glade to find some cloths of all different styles in the wardrobe that looked like that would fit her. She grabbed the deep red role neck jumper and black combats to match her black waste length hair with sliver and red highlights but without clashing with her emerald green eyes and white porcelain skin. Before headed for the shower, wanting to feel at least semi clean again.
Fifty minutes later a fully clothed and happy El' left the confinements of the bathroom, only to freeze at seeing, for all tense and purpose, a strange male waiting for her. He was a medium sizes man in his late forties confined to a wheelchair, his eyes were a storming blue showing great compassion. He however had no hair to Speak of, rather a smooth head. his had a remarkably young look about him yet portraits a great burden. It was only when he speak did she realise who this strange man was.
"It is good to finally see you awake El'." Charles said with a smile.
El' frowned slightly at that.
"Thank you for getting me out of there, can I ask how long have I been out and what day it it?" she inquired cocking, her head to one side. It was a resemble question considering the information they had gathered on her.
"It is Tuesday 7th May 2002, you have been here since the 3rd. Here being Westchester, New York, And the school for the gifted also know as mutants such as yourself." Charles concluded.
El' however was having a great trouble taking all that information in. If she remembered right, her 'master' had given her to those men in December 5th. She had been a prisoner four months.
On top of that they new what she was, it's fine that this man here knew, I mean he trains mutants, right, he was a mutant, a freak like her, but scientists knew and if they know then so does the government and that would mean... No! She can't think like that she was fine. It would all be alright.
During her inner monologue, Charles had been studying the young girl in Front of him and was steadily getting more worried the paler she got and the more wild and uncontrolled her thoughts became.
Only to watch her bring herself back under control and settle her self again. Quite a remarkable self-control, it would make her training easier if she accepts.
"Thanks," she whispered sinking onto the bed. " what happens now" she asked looking to Charles.
"We would like to offer you a place here, we can teach you what you want to learn but also help you get back to full heath, these rooms are yours or we can help you get to were you want to be." Charles concluding.
"Can I stay here, I want to learn what I can do with out the fear of hurting someone or being hunted by those people." El' admitted.
"That's fine, El' while I would like to ask you some more questions I think that can wait. If you want, I shall show you down to breakfast then see if Logan want give you a tour of this place." Charles said moving slightly toward the door and waited for a now bouncing, barefooted El' to proceed him out of the door.
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