No one bothered Regan her first week at the mansion, and she liked it that way. Sure she would sometimes catch glimpses of people, usually rushing around like chickens with their head's cut off, but she normally attempted to blend in with the shadows, and considering her upbringing succeeded beautifully. Life was going swimmingly in Regan's mind.
"Regan, I know you may not be completely comfortable here yet, but the new semester starts tomorrow. It would be most prudent to start then." Scrap that.
"Of course Professor, I will attend tomorrow." Regan answered immediately her mind formulating the best course of action for the coming day. Long, dark hair, dark brown; lighter eyes, but not too bright, green would be the preferable color; pale skin; thin lips; shy, quiet personality, top of the class, nose always in book. Yes that would do perfectly. But it's not you. The little voice in her head was back, the one that always managed to sound like she had at four years old. Regan almost brushed the thought aside, but stopped herself for some reason. No, she knew the reason. She was Free. She didn't have to hide anymore. The thought was strange to her, Freedom, the word even tasted strange on her tongue.
Was she really free? She could try couldn't she? A tiny sliver of a smile lit up her room, the proof of emotion reflected back at her as the images in her mirrors smiled as well. For the first time in her living memory, Regan slept deeply, not waking with every sound.
She sat up; she could feel a thousand shards of light hitting her skin. Her mechanical eyes hummed to life as she stood, immediately double checking for intruders. With feline like grace Regan slunk over to the mirror covered dresser and easily picked her cloths for the day, just a little something to show subtle power. A white, ruffled skirt that ended above her knees, a white bodice that laced in the back, and white, velveteen, ankle boots; all dolled up with nowhere to go, eh?
Regan twitched, her body immediately turning away from the mirror, her eyes closing, forcing that black presence back. Shut up. She almost ran down the stairs, darting out of the door and strait into the car. "Sorry," Regan gasped, slinging her seatbelt on. "I didn't set my alarm last night." None of the people in the car said a word. Even as it slid easily into its parking spot, she was the outsider.
"Do you need any help finding your way around?" Scott asked, his voice betraying his hesitation.
"No, I'll be fine."Regan huffed, Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses, women, what was with them?
"Looks like the nerds found another of their kind. Wonder if she's related to the Goth freak, now there's a piece of work." Regan was prepared to overlook their comments about her. But not Rogue. Odd as it was she felt, protective. Regan was no idiot, she could spot a mask a mile away, and Rogue, Rogue wore hers like a second skin. No matter her training, there was still underlying instinct, birds of a feather must stick together.
"Hi." Regan sang happily, walking up to the group. Her fingers easily found their way into one pocket after another as she made her way to the center of the group. "Could you point me towards the office?" She felt the air around her part as they pointed her in the right direction. "Thanks." Regan headed towards the front doors tucking the last of their wallets into her bag. Payback's a bitch.