Disclaimer: X-Men = Marvel's, Ilehana Xavier = Corrinth's, Golan = Star's,
Blaze and all other OCs = Lamby's
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 02
Principle Kelly eyed his two newest students warily from across his desk. The two boys stood there, almost to attention, trying very hard not to cause offence on their first day. Kelly's eyes dropped to the admission papers in front of him, to the two names scribed there. Jonnie Maguire had been on his former school's debating team, chess team, and played bass guitar. He was a good-looking kid, Kelly supposed, even if he did wear too much hair gel, and was that eyeliner he had on his face? And what was the point of the long chain attached to his jeans' belt? Young people today, did they have no idea of fashion? Jonnie returned Kelly's judgemental glance with a friendly smile, green eyes sparkling with confidence.
His fellow new boy could not be more of an opposite. All bundled up in a heavy brown jacket despite the hot weather, he had an ugly blue baseball cap pulled down to hide his face and scruffy mop of dreadlocks. The dark- skinned, short and chubby boy who insisted on being called Golan had no history of joining clubs or having hobbies, apart from what his former principle had described as an unhealthy interest in geology. This boy was not going to fit in at Bayville, Kelly could tell. He had troublemaker written all over him, with those big shifty eyes and wide, unsmiling mouth. But Kelly was not in a position to turn new students away, especially with those irritating mutants scaring off his parents at every turn.
"Well, boys." Kelly announced, trying to keep his voice neutral. "There is little left for me to say other than I hope you are happy at Bayville. Which you will be," He looked straight at Golan, catching the boy's eyes from underneath the hat. "So long as you don't cause any trouble. Troublemakers, you will find, will be met with the strictest discipline........."
Golan left Kelly's office downhearted and glum. The other new boy didn't wait for him, didn't offer that maybe they should stick together until they had settled in. But Golan didn't expect it. He'd always been a loner, no reason why that shouldn't be the case in Bayville as everywhere else. His wide nostrils flared as he choked back on a sob, eyelids flicking shut over his too wide set eyes horizontally, not vertically. In his hand, a crumpled newspaper cutting was his only comfort. The headline read 'Children attending Bayville High confirmed as Mutants.........'
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"S'cuse me?" An unfamiliar male voice came from the other side of Rogue's locker door. She stepped back and closed the locker, frowning. Her frown faded as a very cute guy with spiked brown hair and sparkling green eyes smiled back at her. "Sorry," he condoned her. "Didn't mean to interrupt, but I was wonderin' where the best place to eat lunch is round here?"
"I........." Rogue began, but was interrupted by another passing student. Maria was as anti-mutant as they came, especially since one of the X-Men had got her banned from the mall for attempted shoplifting. Rogue couldn't stand Maria almost as much as she couldn't stand the X-Man who'd set her up, the fire-mutant named Blaze.
"Hey, you're new aren't you?" Maria asked Jonnie, putting her hand a little too friendlily on his bare arm, making Rogue cringe jealously. Jonnie nodded. "Then here's a word of advice, li'l Rogue here and her collection of acquaintances are mutant scum, so you might wanna make more normal friends, you know?"
"You're a mutant?" Jonnie shrugged off Maria's arm and turned his charming smile back on Rogue. She shook back her white strands of hair and pouted, posture aggressive as she replied "Yeah." Jonnie only grinned wider, completely blanking a confused Maria. "Cool, my best friend at my old school was a mutant. He could melt stuff just by looking at it, y'know computers during IT lessons, blackboards in French, basketballs in phys ed.......... What's you power?"
"It's a bit complicated." Rogue started, as Maria stormed off in a huff, already badmouthing the new guy to a dozen passing kids. "I'm Rogue." The Southern girl extended her gloved hand, and the new boy gladly took it.
"Jonnie." He filled in. "Wanna do lunch?" The whole sparkly-eye thing was obviously catching as Rogue smiled too, linked arms with Jonnie and led him laughing outside to the picnic tables.
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"Whose that?" Kurt asked, pointing to a chunky boy in a thick coat who was ransacking his locker, obviously in search of something.
"I don't know." Jean answered, "Must be a new kid."
"He looks a little fazed." Kitty pointed out. "Think I'll go say 'hi'."
"Want back-up?" Kurt asked, flexing his not-so impressive muscles and grinning. "You don't know if he's dangerous........."
"No, let Kitty go," Jean ordered. "We don't want to spook him, all rushing over at once."
Golan was flustered, he was sure he'd put his packed lunch in here this morning. Laughter from round the corner of the lockers grabbed his attention, and he saw a collection of older boys tossing his lunch between them. One slam-dunk and it was in the trashcan, completely untouched. Annoyed, Golan slammed his locker shut, then jumped as someone spoke to him in a friendly voice.
"Hey there, I'm Kitty. Are you alright?"
"De boys, dey take Golan's lunch from de locker. No harm Golan had done to dem, why must dey do this to him? Now Golan has no lunch, it is in de trashcan........."
For a moment, Kitty's eyes glazed over as she struggled to follow Golan's babbling speech. But she got the gist of it, and seeing how upset the new boy was hardened her resolve to offer her friendship. What Duncan and his dumb friends had done was horrid, but she had more than enough lunch for two.
"Don't worry about them, Golan." She put a gentle hand on his arm and guided him away from the laughing boys. "My name's Kitty, and I've got plenty of food, that is, if you don't mind sharing?"
Golan's wide, frog-like mouth opened up into a huge grin, and he clapped his hands together as if in glee. Kitty was staggered, the arm she was holding hadn't moved at all, but still two hands had met to clap.........
"Hey!" She whispered frantically. "You're a mutant too, aren't you?"
For a second Golan was on the brink of running for it. He'd suffered too much prejudice in his life over his mutation, his strange appearance and manner of speech. But then he realised what exactly Kitty had been saying; that she was a mutant. Perhaps here he had found someone who could accept him? One arm was still grasped by the pretty brunette, another removed the baseball cap from his head, yet another rested on the lockers he was stood by, and a final hand scratched his scalp briefly. Kitty's jaw dropped open; this mutant had four arms!
"That is so cool!" She enthused. Golan grinned, nobody had ever called him cool before, as he put his extra hands in his trouser pockets and did his thick coat up over the top of them. As a disguise the thick coat worked quite well, it was bulky enough to hide the extra arms from all but the most critical glances, not unlike what Angel did with his wings. But already Kitty was thinking how useful an image inducer would be to this mutant, hoping that she could earn his trust enough to let her take him to the Professor.........
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 02
Principle Kelly eyed his two newest students warily from across his desk. The two boys stood there, almost to attention, trying very hard not to cause offence on their first day. Kelly's eyes dropped to the admission papers in front of him, to the two names scribed there. Jonnie Maguire had been on his former school's debating team, chess team, and played bass guitar. He was a good-looking kid, Kelly supposed, even if he did wear too much hair gel, and was that eyeliner he had on his face? And what was the point of the long chain attached to his jeans' belt? Young people today, did they have no idea of fashion? Jonnie returned Kelly's judgemental glance with a friendly smile, green eyes sparkling with confidence.
His fellow new boy could not be more of an opposite. All bundled up in a heavy brown jacket despite the hot weather, he had an ugly blue baseball cap pulled down to hide his face and scruffy mop of dreadlocks. The dark- skinned, short and chubby boy who insisted on being called Golan had no history of joining clubs or having hobbies, apart from what his former principle had described as an unhealthy interest in geology. This boy was not going to fit in at Bayville, Kelly could tell. He had troublemaker written all over him, with those big shifty eyes and wide, unsmiling mouth. But Kelly was not in a position to turn new students away, especially with those irritating mutants scaring off his parents at every turn.
"Well, boys." Kelly announced, trying to keep his voice neutral. "There is little left for me to say other than I hope you are happy at Bayville. Which you will be," He looked straight at Golan, catching the boy's eyes from underneath the hat. "So long as you don't cause any trouble. Troublemakers, you will find, will be met with the strictest discipline........."
Golan left Kelly's office downhearted and glum. The other new boy didn't wait for him, didn't offer that maybe they should stick together until they had settled in. But Golan didn't expect it. He'd always been a loner, no reason why that shouldn't be the case in Bayville as everywhere else. His wide nostrils flared as he choked back on a sob, eyelids flicking shut over his too wide set eyes horizontally, not vertically. In his hand, a crumpled newspaper cutting was his only comfort. The headline read 'Children attending Bayville High confirmed as Mutants.........'
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"S'cuse me?" An unfamiliar male voice came from the other side of Rogue's locker door. She stepped back and closed the locker, frowning. Her frown faded as a very cute guy with spiked brown hair and sparkling green eyes smiled back at her. "Sorry," he condoned her. "Didn't mean to interrupt, but I was wonderin' where the best place to eat lunch is round here?"
"I........." Rogue began, but was interrupted by another passing student. Maria was as anti-mutant as they came, especially since one of the X-Men had got her banned from the mall for attempted shoplifting. Rogue couldn't stand Maria almost as much as she couldn't stand the X-Man who'd set her up, the fire-mutant named Blaze.
"Hey, you're new aren't you?" Maria asked Jonnie, putting her hand a little too friendlily on his bare arm, making Rogue cringe jealously. Jonnie nodded. "Then here's a word of advice, li'l Rogue here and her collection of acquaintances are mutant scum, so you might wanna make more normal friends, you know?"
"You're a mutant?" Jonnie shrugged off Maria's arm and turned his charming smile back on Rogue. She shook back her white strands of hair and pouted, posture aggressive as she replied "Yeah." Jonnie only grinned wider, completely blanking a confused Maria. "Cool, my best friend at my old school was a mutant. He could melt stuff just by looking at it, y'know computers during IT lessons, blackboards in French, basketballs in phys ed.......... What's you power?"
"It's a bit complicated." Rogue started, as Maria stormed off in a huff, already badmouthing the new guy to a dozen passing kids. "I'm Rogue." The Southern girl extended her gloved hand, and the new boy gladly took it.
"Jonnie." He filled in. "Wanna do lunch?" The whole sparkly-eye thing was obviously catching as Rogue smiled too, linked arms with Jonnie and led him laughing outside to the picnic tables.
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"Whose that?" Kurt asked, pointing to a chunky boy in a thick coat who was ransacking his locker, obviously in search of something.
"I don't know." Jean answered, "Must be a new kid."
"He looks a little fazed." Kitty pointed out. "Think I'll go say 'hi'."
"Want back-up?" Kurt asked, flexing his not-so impressive muscles and grinning. "You don't know if he's dangerous........."
"No, let Kitty go," Jean ordered. "We don't want to spook him, all rushing over at once."
Golan was flustered, he was sure he'd put his packed lunch in here this morning. Laughter from round the corner of the lockers grabbed his attention, and he saw a collection of older boys tossing his lunch between them. One slam-dunk and it was in the trashcan, completely untouched. Annoyed, Golan slammed his locker shut, then jumped as someone spoke to him in a friendly voice.
"Hey there, I'm Kitty. Are you alright?"
"De boys, dey take Golan's lunch from de locker. No harm Golan had done to dem, why must dey do this to him? Now Golan has no lunch, it is in de trashcan........."
For a moment, Kitty's eyes glazed over as she struggled to follow Golan's babbling speech. But she got the gist of it, and seeing how upset the new boy was hardened her resolve to offer her friendship. What Duncan and his dumb friends had done was horrid, but she had more than enough lunch for two.
"Don't worry about them, Golan." She put a gentle hand on his arm and guided him away from the laughing boys. "My name's Kitty, and I've got plenty of food, that is, if you don't mind sharing?"
Golan's wide, frog-like mouth opened up into a huge grin, and he clapped his hands together as if in glee. Kitty was staggered, the arm she was holding hadn't moved at all, but still two hands had met to clap.........
"Hey!" She whispered frantically. "You're a mutant too, aren't you?"
For a second Golan was on the brink of running for it. He'd suffered too much prejudice in his life over his mutation, his strange appearance and manner of speech. But then he realised what exactly Kitty had been saying; that she was a mutant. Perhaps here he had found someone who could accept him? One arm was still grasped by the pretty brunette, another removed the baseball cap from his head, yet another rested on the lockers he was stood by, and a final hand scratched his scalp briefly. Kitty's jaw dropped open; this mutant had four arms!
"That is so cool!" She enthused. Golan grinned, nobody had ever called him cool before, as he put his extra hands in his trouser pockets and did his thick coat up over the top of them. As a disguise the thick coat worked quite well, it was bulky enough to hide the extra arms from all but the most critical glances, not unlike what Angel did with his wings. But already Kitty was thinking how useful an image inducer would be to this mutant, hoping that she could earn his trust enough to let her take him to the Professor.........