D-m-n-w-t: first off, my apologies to Jasper, if I offended him in any way,
but I have circumstances: it was the hour before a chemistry test and I was
VERY nervous. For Jaeger, will Marianne come back? I don't think I'm gonna
tell you, and if I get eaten by those chinchilla's, you'll never know. And
for D-m-n-w-t, I sincerely sympathise with you in your struggles with your
X-people, luckily you still have Celeste.
Just a Girl – Contact
~*Somewhere in the outskirts of Boston*~
"So, what do you think, Michael?" a blond, young woman asked the man sitting next to her. He was reading through the e-mail she had written.
"The e-mail is great, Anne, the plan, I'm not too happy about," the man called Michael turned to face her.
"They want this, we can't tell them they can't do this. At least this way we'll know what's happening, now, I have to get to university and I'm sure you have something to do for Underground," Anne gave the man a peck on his cheek before she shot away, tying her shoulder length hair in a messy ponytail on the way out.
"She's gonna be the death of me one of these days," Michael grumbled, but he had a grin on his face.
~*At the Institute*~
//Professor Xavier,
I trust this e-mail will find its way towards you.
My name is Anne Doe, I live with three other students and my boyfriend in Boston. My boyfriend, the three others and I have the habbit of picking up strays. Ofcourse, you must be wondering why I am telling you this.
The strays I am refering to are not lost pets, they are teenagers, well, and an eight year old. As we all are university students, my boyfriend excepted, it is getting pretty hard to make ends meet with four kids depending on us and us having to buy new furniture every month. These kids I am talking about are mutants, and they have very, very little control.
Now we're getting to the point. Even though I love every single one of them as if they are my own family, I know that we are not capable of caring correctly for them. We cannot teach them control, and at this point in time, making sure that there is enough money for food and clothes is hard enough, if nearly impossible. We are not asking for money or anything. The children have all expressed a desire to go to your institute and we, the so- called adults, have decided to at least try to get in touch with you.
We only wish to ensure that these children get the best care they can recieve and deserve. We are in no such capability to provide them with this. We would appreciate it very much if you would consider this.
My excuse for not giving any exact information except my name, but this is only our way of try and keep a bit of our safety.
Anne Doe.\\
Xavier looked at the e-mail he had just recieved. She sounded sincere in her words, but being cautious was important. He didn't want to send anyone into a trap. This Anne seemed like a good person, however, and Xavier wondered if she had any ties to the Mutant Underground. After several minutes of considering his options, he decided to reply to her e-mail.
//Miss Doe,
Your e-mail has reached me, and I must say it is heart warming to see that youngsters such as yourself are not ignorant towards the suffering of those who are less fortunate.
I understand it must be strenuous for you and your friends to provide for these children as you yourselves can't work full-time.
I have, however, some questions on which I would like answers before we delve into the possibility of the children moving into the institute. The first of which is how you knew how to contact me for this. The second: how did these children come into your care? And the last is what kind of power these children possess.
I am awaiting your response,
Charles Xavier.\\
~*That evening in Boston*~
"He replied! Joey! Tim! Sander! He replied!" Anne's voice cheered throughout the house.
"Who replied?" a young girl, 8 years old asked.
"That Professor Xavier, the one we were talking about the other day. I'll send a reply to him immediately. Just imagine it, Samantha, perhaps, soon, you'll live in a very big house and good food every day. Not this junk food," Anne pulled the 8 year old into a hug, which was very uncomfortable for the girl.
"I happen ta like junk food," a boy, about 13 years, stated defiantly.
"Jonathan, don't pull this right now. I've had a very busy day, I can go without you going against me," Anne pointed her finger at him, willing him to say another word, "now, I'll give him my reply. Shoo, shoo! Out everyone."
They all knew very much better then not to listen to Anne when she was in this kind of mood.
//Professor Xavier,
I cannot express my gratitude that you are willing to consider this.
It is fair enough for you to ask me these questions, and I will try my best to answer them.
How did I know how to contact you for this? That one was easy, you are, after all, an authority on mutant rights and you are well known in the circles my boyfriend works.
How the children came into my and my friends's care? We found them on the streets, I am often blamed by the others that my heart is too soft. I could not ask for a better compliment. Only later, we found out about their abilities.
Their powers, however, are harder to describe.
I will start with the youngest, Samantha, she only eight. She can freeze items in place, for an example, last week, when she dropped a glass of milk, she froze it so it wouldn't hit the floor. It was much more a reflex then on her own will. The best way to describe it would be that it is as if she freezes an object in time.
Next up would be Jonathan, thirteen years of age. He preferes it if we call him Flash, his power is to produce bright flashes of light, hence the name. It is not as harmless as it may sound. I myself have been blinded by him for several days. I do not blame him, he has no control over it, after all.
Ezra is the next one. She doesn't speak, so we can only guess her age, we guess about fifteen. We suspect her being mute is due to a childhood trauma. She controls plantlife, my boyfriend found out, by her power, that plants are not as harmless as they seem. She was frightened, and as a respons, she urged the plants to protect her on a subconcious level.
The oldest is Connor. He's an empath with the capability to influence one's mood. He is seventeen years of age and has most control of all of the children.
I hope these are acceptable answers.
Anne Doe.\\
After several e-mails back and forth, they came to the agreement that Michael and Joey would meet Ororo and Jean coming Saturday in a small deli. Anne would not be able to meet them, as she had to work at a bookstore and Tim and Sander would stay and keep an eye on the kids.
Tim and Sander were no mutants, but Michael, Joey and Anne were. Still, they were the best of friends and they all knew that they could count on eachother no matter what.
Just a Girl – Contact
~*Somewhere in the outskirts of Boston*~
"So, what do you think, Michael?" a blond, young woman asked the man sitting next to her. He was reading through the e-mail she had written.
"The e-mail is great, Anne, the plan, I'm not too happy about," the man called Michael turned to face her.
"They want this, we can't tell them they can't do this. At least this way we'll know what's happening, now, I have to get to university and I'm sure you have something to do for Underground," Anne gave the man a peck on his cheek before she shot away, tying her shoulder length hair in a messy ponytail on the way out.
"She's gonna be the death of me one of these days," Michael grumbled, but he had a grin on his face.
~*At the Institute*~
//Professor Xavier,
I trust this e-mail will find its way towards you.
My name is Anne Doe, I live with three other students and my boyfriend in Boston. My boyfriend, the three others and I have the habbit of picking up strays. Ofcourse, you must be wondering why I am telling you this.
The strays I am refering to are not lost pets, they are teenagers, well, and an eight year old. As we all are university students, my boyfriend excepted, it is getting pretty hard to make ends meet with four kids depending on us and us having to buy new furniture every month. These kids I am talking about are mutants, and they have very, very little control.
Now we're getting to the point. Even though I love every single one of them as if they are my own family, I know that we are not capable of caring correctly for them. We cannot teach them control, and at this point in time, making sure that there is enough money for food and clothes is hard enough, if nearly impossible. We are not asking for money or anything. The children have all expressed a desire to go to your institute and we, the so- called adults, have decided to at least try to get in touch with you.
We only wish to ensure that these children get the best care they can recieve and deserve. We are in no such capability to provide them with this. We would appreciate it very much if you would consider this.
My excuse for not giving any exact information except my name, but this is only our way of try and keep a bit of our safety.
Anne Doe.\\
Xavier looked at the e-mail he had just recieved. She sounded sincere in her words, but being cautious was important. He didn't want to send anyone into a trap. This Anne seemed like a good person, however, and Xavier wondered if she had any ties to the Mutant Underground. After several minutes of considering his options, he decided to reply to her e-mail.
//Miss Doe,
Your e-mail has reached me, and I must say it is heart warming to see that youngsters such as yourself are not ignorant towards the suffering of those who are less fortunate.
I understand it must be strenuous for you and your friends to provide for these children as you yourselves can't work full-time.
I have, however, some questions on which I would like answers before we delve into the possibility of the children moving into the institute. The first of which is how you knew how to contact me for this. The second: how did these children come into your care? And the last is what kind of power these children possess.
I am awaiting your response,
Charles Xavier.\\
~*That evening in Boston*~
"He replied! Joey! Tim! Sander! He replied!" Anne's voice cheered throughout the house.
"Who replied?" a young girl, 8 years old asked.
"That Professor Xavier, the one we were talking about the other day. I'll send a reply to him immediately. Just imagine it, Samantha, perhaps, soon, you'll live in a very big house and good food every day. Not this junk food," Anne pulled the 8 year old into a hug, which was very uncomfortable for the girl.
"I happen ta like junk food," a boy, about 13 years, stated defiantly.
"Jonathan, don't pull this right now. I've had a very busy day, I can go without you going against me," Anne pointed her finger at him, willing him to say another word, "now, I'll give him my reply. Shoo, shoo! Out everyone."
They all knew very much better then not to listen to Anne when she was in this kind of mood.
//Professor Xavier,
I cannot express my gratitude that you are willing to consider this.
It is fair enough for you to ask me these questions, and I will try my best to answer them.
How did I know how to contact you for this? That one was easy, you are, after all, an authority on mutant rights and you are well known in the circles my boyfriend works.
How the children came into my and my friends's care? We found them on the streets, I am often blamed by the others that my heart is too soft. I could not ask for a better compliment. Only later, we found out about their abilities.
Their powers, however, are harder to describe.
I will start with the youngest, Samantha, she only eight. She can freeze items in place, for an example, last week, when she dropped a glass of milk, she froze it so it wouldn't hit the floor. It was much more a reflex then on her own will. The best way to describe it would be that it is as if she freezes an object in time.
Next up would be Jonathan, thirteen years of age. He preferes it if we call him Flash, his power is to produce bright flashes of light, hence the name. It is not as harmless as it may sound. I myself have been blinded by him for several days. I do not blame him, he has no control over it, after all.
Ezra is the next one. She doesn't speak, so we can only guess her age, we guess about fifteen. We suspect her being mute is due to a childhood trauma. She controls plantlife, my boyfriend found out, by her power, that plants are not as harmless as they seem. She was frightened, and as a respons, she urged the plants to protect her on a subconcious level.
The oldest is Connor. He's an empath with the capability to influence one's mood. He is seventeen years of age and has most control of all of the children.
I hope these are acceptable answers.
Anne Doe.\\
After several e-mails back and forth, they came to the agreement that Michael and Joey would meet Ororo and Jean coming Saturday in a small deli. Anne would not be able to meet them, as she had to work at a bookstore and Tim and Sander would stay and keep an eye on the kids.
Tim and Sander were no mutants, but Michael, Joey and Anne were. Still, they were the best of friends and they all knew that they could count on eachother no matter what.