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nextgenerationmarvel2012-10-21 08:29 pm
seismic_shockwave) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2012-10-21 08:29 pm
Arriving
WHO: Kayla, TBD
WHERE: Xavier Mansion, Westchester County
WHAT: Kayla's arriving here
RATING: PG to PG-13. Kayla might think but probably not say cuss words.
Well, here it is. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
Kayla whistled lowly and took the earbuds out of her ears. The Chemical Wedding could wait, it wasn't as if she hadn't heard it several times already. She put the earbuds away and buzzed the door, saying her name and why she was there.
"Kayla Connors, your newest senior student."
She was a full year behind, a product of having been kicked out and feeling compelled to move far away. She could've probably just got a place and a job back home, but it didn't feel right. So she'd come to New York of all places, where the considerable (but far from infinite) amount of money she'd got in lieu of having a family had been whittled down to almost nothing really fast. So fast that she'd found herself needing to actually get her meals at the mutant shelter, where she'd started just volunteering at. It sucked, but rents in New York were way more than back in Winnipeg and she knew that she was going to have to find something better and quick, before she ended up flat-ass broke.
And another part of her knew that she really needed to finish high school, not just because it was an expectation, but because just about everything she'd ever wanted to seriously do with her life would be at least helped, if not outright made possible because of it. Anyway, she liked school back home and the last year or so, school was her oasis from home. That's when she had two different guys at the shelter give her ideas about what to do with herself. One had mentioned going to live in some mutant state in the middle of Antarctica with Magneto. Well, the dinosaur-obsessed small girl in her was glad that a place like that existed, but she wasn't an enthusiast of monarchies and besides, she felt comfortable in places where it snowed and where coffee could be bought. He hadn't pushed, though, and that was nice.
The other one had a significantly more practical idea, even if he wasn't nearly as cute and even if it did not involve dinosaurs in any way, shape or form. She'd heard of the school before, but no one had really presented a practical means of actually getting there and he'd helped her get in touch with Xavier's, and now, a few weeks later, here she was at their gate, which had just opened. Standing there, hesistating for a moment, she walked through and went up to the main door, pressing the buzzer. She'd managed to scrape up the money to take her own taxi there and now she stood at the door, carrying an entirely greater load of bags than was normal for a girl of her size. More than her entire body weight in things, actually.
And it was at the door she waited for someone to answer, hoping that this would be the best place for her.
WHERE: Xavier Mansion, Westchester County
WHAT: Kayla's arriving here
RATING: PG to PG-13. Kayla might think but probably not say cuss words.
Well, here it is. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
Kayla whistled lowly and took the earbuds out of her ears. The Chemical Wedding could wait, it wasn't as if she hadn't heard it several times already. She put the earbuds away and buzzed the door, saying her name and why she was there.
"Kayla Connors, your newest senior student."
She was a full year behind, a product of having been kicked out and feeling compelled to move far away. She could've probably just got a place and a job back home, but it didn't feel right. So she'd come to New York of all places, where the considerable (but far from infinite) amount of money she'd got in lieu of having a family had been whittled down to almost nothing really fast. So fast that she'd found herself needing to actually get her meals at the mutant shelter, where she'd started just volunteering at. It sucked, but rents in New York were way more than back in Winnipeg and she knew that she was going to have to find something better and quick, before she ended up flat-ass broke.
And another part of her knew that she really needed to finish high school, not just because it was an expectation, but because just about everything she'd ever wanted to seriously do with her life would be at least helped, if not outright made possible because of it. Anyway, she liked school back home and the last year or so, school was her oasis from home. That's when she had two different guys at the shelter give her ideas about what to do with herself. One had mentioned going to live in some mutant state in the middle of Antarctica with Magneto. Well, the dinosaur-obsessed small girl in her was glad that a place like that existed, but she wasn't an enthusiast of monarchies and besides, she felt comfortable in places where it snowed and where coffee could be bought. He hadn't pushed, though, and that was nice.
The other one had a significantly more practical idea, even if he wasn't nearly as cute and even if it did not involve dinosaurs in any way, shape or form. She'd heard of the school before, but no one had really presented a practical means of actually getting there and he'd helped her get in touch with Xavier's, and now, a few weeks later, here she was at their gate, which had just opened. Standing there, hesistating for a moment, she walked through and went up to the main door, pressing the buzzer. She'd managed to scrape up the money to take her own taxi there and now she stood at the door, carrying an entirely greater load of bags than was normal for a girl of her size. More than her entire body weight in things, actually.
And it was at the door she waited for someone to answer, hoping that this would be the best place for her.