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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 8, 2006 20:39:08 GMT -5
Huntin nodded. "I love all the funky sounds people make with em....kinda reminds me of citars." He cleared his throat. Third time's the charm. "So, do you know if there's a piano around here somewhere?"
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Post by diorue on Jun 10, 2006 0:57:35 GMT -5
Having thought she had heard some noises, Tretin curiously strolled into the living room, munching on a warm strawberry pop-tart she carried with her from the kitchen. Upon spotting the others a soft smile came to her lips and she slowly approached them, the soles of her flip flops noisily clapped against her feet with every step the girl took. Deep brown eyes first study the furnishings and fixtures and then the unfamiliar faces. She let her back rest against the wall near the door and stood there, merely observing and hoped she wasn't interrupting anything.
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Post by momerath on Jun 10, 2006 9:28:13 GMT -5
Emma let out an aggravated sigh and turned to look the girl up and down with critical eyes. Brown hair and eyes, plain, and wearing -oh Lord, this was funny- flip flops. Flip flops! Emma glanced at her own white Prada wedges (which added an extra four inches to her already tall frame) and laughed. Whoever told the girl that she had any fashion sense had obviously been lying through their teeth.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 10, 2006 11:36:06 GMT -5
The laugh went unacknowledged by Huntin. He was getting pretty good at ignoring the ice bitch. When the brunette walked in he offered her a warm smile. He knew what it was like to hang back and just watch. "Hey...um...you new, too?"
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Post by diorue on Jun 10, 2006 16:12:15 GMT -5
Tretin locked gazes briefly with Emma, sizing her up the same way. She also had similiar tastes in fashion, given her background, however Tretin felt more comfortable in her casual attire consisting of a forest green tank top over a white tank, denim cropped hip huggers and of course, matching green strapped flip-flops. She wore the minimum of make-up dark eye-liner and mascara with lip gloss. Her dark hair pulled into a simple ponytail and small silver hoop earrings, yes she looked simple, but at least she was comfortable.
She took another bite of the poptart and glanced at Huntin eyes curiously swept over his green form, never having seen anyone like him before upclose, she was careful not to stare though, returning his smile with one of her own and a nod, chewing and swallowing and quickly as she could "Yeah, just got here yesterday, I'm Tretin..."
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Post by momerath on Jun 10, 2006 17:48:14 GMT -5
Emma choked back another giggle. "Trentin?" she gasped out, "Your name is Trentin? That's one of the stupidest names I've ever heard! Were your parents hoping for a son or something?" She felt as though she was going to explode with laughter. This place just kept getting better and better.
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Post by diorue on Jun 10, 2006 19:27:11 GMT -5
Tretin began to shoot a glare at Emma, the whites of her eyes darkened into a metallic color, feeling her powers surge behind them she winced in pain and immediately sunk her head down into her palms, letting what’s left of the poptart shatter onto the living room floor. She tried to play it off. "Ah, fricken migraine! " She muttered, waiting a few seconds until her eyes cleared.
Lifting her reddened face up, she simply looked at Emma, avoiding eye-contact, and feigned a light chuckle deciding she has too much class to stoop to Emma’s level. "Actually it's Tretin Leigh, my parent's are from Utah." She knelt down to pick up the pieces and crumbs, then sauntered across the room to drop them into a waste basket. Deep brown hues returned to Emma and she smiled, darkly "So what's your name?" She folded her arms over chest while she waited for a reply.
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Post by Nightshadow on Jun 10, 2006 19:50:06 GMT -5
'Oh god, why me?' Hannah thought as she came into the room. It was filled with new mutants. Xavier had told her to go greet the new kids, even though he knew just how much she didn't like being around the newbies. "Hey new guys." She said in an authoritive voice. Her eyes flickered from face to face briefly, sizing each of them up. "Welcome to the Xavier Institute. I'm Hannah, and I'm supposed to answer any questions you may have about what goes on and stuff."
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 11, 2006 13:59:42 GMT -5
Huntin looked to Trentin, a bit worried when she clutched her head. He was just glad he wasn't the only one that already had severe distaste for the rich girl. "Hey...I'm Huntin...you okay?" He didn't mind when she had looked at him. He was used to it.
When Hannah walked in he offered another smile. A lot fo people to meet in such a short time. "Um....yeah....what's the basic agenda around here?" He crossed his arms, hoping he didn't sound rude.
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Post by Nightshadow on Jun 11, 2006 16:36:39 GMT -5
"Well, green boy, there's breakfast, school for you, lunch, training sessions a couple of times a week and dinner. That's about it." Hannah responded. "You guys also have regular chores, like cleaning dishes, yardwork, cleaning your rooms, etcetera. Any other questions?" She glanced around the room again, sizing each new mutant up.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 11, 2006 17:34:26 GMT -5
Ah crap. School. "Um....I guess that's about it on my part....how do I know when to do what?" He was used to green boy. He just wished people could come up with more flavored and imaginative names.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2006 19:57:37 GMT -5
Grant chuckled at the 'green boy' remark. Then he turned to Emma. "I have a question for you princess. What makes you think you can just waltz in here and insult and mock others?" His eyes were blazing and the fire ball in his hand had grown in intestity of heat.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 11, 2006 20:21:01 GMT -5
Huntin moved a bit away from Feuer, a little nervous about the fireball now.
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Post by Nightshadow on Jun 11, 2006 20:48:24 GMT -5
'An ice queen, huh?' She thought, surveying the one pyroboy had called "princess." "Let's put the fireball out, please." Hannah asked patiently, before turning back to the green mutant. "How do you know when to do what? Well, Green Lantern, school is at the same time for five days a week and training sessions are generally early in the morning or at night."
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 11, 2006 21:07:17 GMT -5
Meh, Green Lantern WAS a bit better. "Green Lantern was actually black but same diff." Gah. School. He thought he had avoided that. "Is the whole school part necessary? I got the whole chores and duties and training deal, that's peachy keen. But the school...yeah we deffinitely have to do that right?" From a guy who dropped out when he was fourteen more school wasn't exactly sounding to good to him. The wee man put his hands in his pockets and bit his lip a bit.
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Post by Nightshadow on Jun 12, 2006 10:55:06 GMT -5
"Either you're stuck here doing work, or you're at school doing work. Anyway you look at it, you're doing work." Hannah went to high school on and off. When she wasn't at the school, she was being home-schooled at the institute. She liked being home-schooled better because she was closer to her children if they needed her.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 12, 2006 11:21:16 GMT -5
He thought for a moment. "Being stuck here sounds nice. Don't mind the work. Just mind the math..." There was no way in hell or heaven he was going to another school surrounded by people that would just persecute him.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 12, 2006 11:29:58 GMT -5
Grant sighed and closed his fist. The fire ball disappeared in an instant. "Well, now I"m bored." He sighed, glad that he wasn't a student, he had always hated school.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 12, 2006 11:34:52 GMT -5
Huntin smirked a bit. School bored him too. It was somewhat of a hate-hate relationship. "Happy travels, Mein Feuer."
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Post by Nightshadow on Jun 12, 2006 11:49:52 GMT -5
"Do whatever suits you. Either you go to public school or you're home-schooled here." Hannah shrugged. She looked to the two girls in the room. "Either of you girls have anything to say?" She asked, her tone becoming less and less enthusiatic about her given job by the second.
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