Now... I know in the movie, the Xmen Characters don't have their
custom uniforms as they do in the comics, but the RP each character has
their own customized uniform. I can't think of a way that they all have
customized outfits in the fanfiction's circumstances, so they just DO.
That's the only reason I can come up with...
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When Chiara went upstairs to the dorm, she found Twist and Streak already dressed in black, looking like Bond girls. Alyx was a different matter. She was holding up a pair of long grey trousers against her in the mirror.
"Does it matter if it's a shade off?" she asked the mirror.
"Just wear them." Twist said. "How long do we have left?"
"Twenty minutes." Chiara said, opening the door again to go back to her own dorm.
"Where were you?" Twist asked accusingly.
"Downstairs." Chiara shrugged, going through the door. She went into her dorm and opened her wardrobe. If they knew she'd been talking to Simon after the shit they'd gone through with him, would it be a bad thing? She pulled out a pair of black jeans and a halter top. Even though it was cold outside, it was the only thing black that she had clean, considering she wore the color a lot.
She pulled on the clothes and tied her hair up and went back to the dorm.
"Chiara." Streak said as soon as she went in, "We're going to mid- fall Canada to fight, not a fashion show."
"What?!" Chiara exclaimed helplessly. "I don't have much else that fits me anymore." Twist threw Streak a look.
"I didn't know you wanted Connor that badly?" she smiled at Chiara.
"It's not for Connor!" Chiara tried again, "I don't have anything else to wear!"
"Here." Streak said, tossing her a heavy black sweater. Chiara caught it and spreading it out in front of her. Suddenly she enjoyed the idea of dressing to kill.
"Oh... it's okay." she said. "I'll be too hot." she said throwing it back at Streak. Streak smiled in Twist's direction and the two started laughing.
"What about the black shirt you were wearing yesterday?" she asked.
"It's fine! Just shut up." Chiara said, wishing they'd let it rest. Alyx finally scuttled in from the bathroom wearing her grey jeans and a black turtleneck with the elbows cut off from her sharp crystals, her knees were the same way. She was rolling up the sleeves so they didn't come into contact with her wrist crystals.
"We have five minutes to get down there." she said, pushing her hair back. The other three moved for the door and together, the four of them went down to the lower levels.
They stopped at the door and Streak put her finger on the button in the wall.
"Trinity Koussa." she announced and the wall opened. The four of them went in to find Khahara and the man with brown hair kissing. They stopped as soon as they heard the door opening. Chiara tried to stop laughing.
"Jesus, Mark." Streak exclaimed on seeing them. They both seemed to have gone red.
"Holy crap, what's with the opposite sex nowadays." Twist said, going to sit down against the wall.
"That's very funny coming from you." Streak said, the rest of them sitting down across from her, "Mrs. Forbidden Tortured Love." Twist gave her withering look.
Chiara glanced behind her shoulder at Khahara and Mark. They were sitting quietly. They looked like they were talking, but even in the echo-y room she couldn't hear what they were saying.
She looked back at her group of friends, tapping her fingers on her black boots. She felt something was missing, obviously it was Yuako. She shivered suddenly, feeling cold in the underground room. The door opened again and Simon and Add came in.
"I swear those two are a couple." Twist said snidely.
"Don't say that!" Alyx said, looking over her shoulder.
"Yeah... he's cute." Streak said, smiling slightly.
"You think Simon's cute?" Twist and Chiara asked at the same time. If anyone would be fancying Simon, there was no way it'd be Streak.
"Not Simon." Streak said... "The other one."
"Add?!" Twist exclaimed. Streak started to blush, but the doors opened again and Connor walked in. He looked around slightly, finding no group to sit with he sat down on the platform and looked at the ceiling.
"Oh, go talk to him!" Alyx said, tapping Chiara on the knee in a way that was sure to annoy her at some point.
"No." Chiara said bluntly. "I'm giving up." she shrugged. The other three were about to object when the Professor appeared suddenly from a back door. He was followed by Storm and Wolverine and looked grim. The nine students in the room turned towards him from their separate corners.
"I hope you all are clear on your guidelines." The professor said. "I realize that I have now put another nine of you in danger. That makes the fourteen of you my responsibility." he said lowly, then cleared his throat. "Under no circumstances are you to attack or use your powers in anyway unless in self-defense. You are to remain under supervision the entire time and follow team instructions." he announced.
Chiara felt herself grow cold. So now they were just going as trainees? No using powers? Stay with the team? What was Xavier thinking?
"Believe me," Xavier said, "I do not like to explain to you all that anyone of you who disregards these rules will be expelled from the school upon return." he recited. Though his voice did not show any sign of emotion, Chiara could tell he was bluffing. Expelling anyone of them from the school could lead directly to their deaths or corruption. But the threat worked. The others looked pale. The professor moved his wheelchair away from the center of the platform and Cyclops took his place.
"In the next room, you will find your uniforms." he said. "Take them with you and you can change on the jet." he said. A door opened in the wall. The students looked confused for a moment, then Cyclops tilted his head to the opening and they began to go through.
Chiara stood in the room confused, like almost everyone else. Mark and Streak seemed to have figured it out. They went over to group of closet cupboards and opened them up, taking out a uniform each. The others followed suit. Chiara looked at hers with an air of forboddance. It was purple and pale grey with some red. She felt herself gulp and the skin- tightness of it.
A door opened at the end of the room and the Professor's voice escaped.
"When you are all ready, I'd like you one by one to come in."
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When Chiara went upstairs to the dorm, she found Twist and Streak already dressed in black, looking like Bond girls. Alyx was a different matter. She was holding up a pair of long grey trousers against her in the mirror.
"Does it matter if it's a shade off?" she asked the mirror.
"Just wear them." Twist said. "How long do we have left?"
"Twenty minutes." Chiara said, opening the door again to go back to her own dorm.
"Where were you?" Twist asked accusingly.
"Downstairs." Chiara shrugged, going through the door. She went into her dorm and opened her wardrobe. If they knew she'd been talking to Simon after the shit they'd gone through with him, would it be a bad thing? She pulled out a pair of black jeans and a halter top. Even though it was cold outside, it was the only thing black that she had clean, considering she wore the color a lot.
She pulled on the clothes and tied her hair up and went back to the dorm.
"Chiara." Streak said as soon as she went in, "We're going to mid- fall Canada to fight, not a fashion show."
"What?!" Chiara exclaimed helplessly. "I don't have much else that fits me anymore." Twist threw Streak a look.
"I didn't know you wanted Connor that badly?" she smiled at Chiara.
"It's not for Connor!" Chiara tried again, "I don't have anything else to wear!"
"Here." Streak said, tossing her a heavy black sweater. Chiara caught it and spreading it out in front of her. Suddenly she enjoyed the idea of dressing to kill.
"Oh... it's okay." she said. "I'll be too hot." she said throwing it back at Streak. Streak smiled in Twist's direction and the two started laughing.
"What about the black shirt you were wearing yesterday?" she asked.
"It's fine! Just shut up." Chiara said, wishing they'd let it rest. Alyx finally scuttled in from the bathroom wearing her grey jeans and a black turtleneck with the elbows cut off from her sharp crystals, her knees were the same way. She was rolling up the sleeves so they didn't come into contact with her wrist crystals.
"We have five minutes to get down there." she said, pushing her hair back. The other three moved for the door and together, the four of them went down to the lower levels.
They stopped at the door and Streak put her finger on the button in the wall.
"Trinity Koussa." she announced and the wall opened. The four of them went in to find Khahara and the man with brown hair kissing. They stopped as soon as they heard the door opening. Chiara tried to stop laughing.
"Jesus, Mark." Streak exclaimed on seeing them. They both seemed to have gone red.
"Holy crap, what's with the opposite sex nowadays." Twist said, going to sit down against the wall.
"That's very funny coming from you." Streak said, the rest of them sitting down across from her, "Mrs. Forbidden Tortured Love." Twist gave her withering look.
Chiara glanced behind her shoulder at Khahara and Mark. They were sitting quietly. They looked like they were talking, but even in the echo-y room she couldn't hear what they were saying.
She looked back at her group of friends, tapping her fingers on her black boots. She felt something was missing, obviously it was Yuako. She shivered suddenly, feeling cold in the underground room. The door opened again and Simon and Add came in.
"I swear those two are a couple." Twist said snidely.
"Don't say that!" Alyx said, looking over her shoulder.
"Yeah... he's cute." Streak said, smiling slightly.
"You think Simon's cute?" Twist and Chiara asked at the same time. If anyone would be fancying Simon, there was no way it'd be Streak.
"Not Simon." Streak said... "The other one."
"Add?!" Twist exclaimed. Streak started to blush, but the doors opened again and Connor walked in. He looked around slightly, finding no group to sit with he sat down on the platform and looked at the ceiling.
"Oh, go talk to him!" Alyx said, tapping Chiara on the knee in a way that was sure to annoy her at some point.
"No." Chiara said bluntly. "I'm giving up." she shrugged. The other three were about to object when the Professor appeared suddenly from a back door. He was followed by Storm and Wolverine and looked grim. The nine students in the room turned towards him from their separate corners.
"I hope you all are clear on your guidelines." The professor said. "I realize that I have now put another nine of you in danger. That makes the fourteen of you my responsibility." he said lowly, then cleared his throat. "Under no circumstances are you to attack or use your powers in anyway unless in self-defense. You are to remain under supervision the entire time and follow team instructions." he announced.
Chiara felt herself grow cold. So now they were just going as trainees? No using powers? Stay with the team? What was Xavier thinking?
"Believe me," Xavier said, "I do not like to explain to you all that anyone of you who disregards these rules will be expelled from the school upon return." he recited. Though his voice did not show any sign of emotion, Chiara could tell he was bluffing. Expelling anyone of them from the school could lead directly to their deaths or corruption. But the threat worked. The others looked pale. The professor moved his wheelchair away from the center of the platform and Cyclops took his place.
"In the next room, you will find your uniforms." he said. "Take them with you and you can change on the jet." he said. A door opened in the wall. The students looked confused for a moment, then Cyclops tilted his head to the opening and they began to go through.
Chiara stood in the room confused, like almost everyone else. Mark and Streak seemed to have figured it out. They went over to group of closet cupboards and opened them up, taking out a uniform each. The others followed suit. Chiara looked at hers with an air of forboddance. It was purple and pale grey with some red. She felt herself gulp and the skin- tightness of it.
A door opened at the end of the room and the Professor's voice escaped.
"When you are all ready, I'd like you one by one to come in."