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nextgenerationmarvel2014-01-01 11:26 pm
alisa_lebeau_v3) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2014-01-01 11:26 pm
Going Back to Basics (open to mansion folk)
Alisa's head was still killing her after that Soiree. It pretty much confirmed she did not want ANYTHING to do with the Hellfire Club what so ever. Sebastian made sure she got the message by having Tessa play with her mind like a violin. Because of her own stubbornness, Alisa realized she could have died playing such a game. And for what? To keep some clients? It just was not worth it.
That being said, she did keep her word with Ryan. She got all the paperwork to enroll herself in the continuing education program at the Xavier Institute. She paid for her tuition in full (it was just a drop in the bucket for her), and now she was going to the Institute to drop everything off and perhaps meet with Rachel about what she was hoping to gain from this.
She pulled up to the Institute in her Cobra, careful with how she parked it, and obeying the speed limit. Alisa stepped out of the car, not dressed like the first time she came here. No, she reverted back to her white business shirt, red tie, suspenders, black and grey pinstripe skirt, and... well... her black prosthetic. No more pretending to be someone else. This was who she was, take it or leave it.
Alisa marched up the steps to the Institute and then gave the door a good knock to announce she had arrived.
That being said, she did keep her word with Ryan. She got all the paperwork to enroll herself in the continuing education program at the Xavier Institute. She paid for her tuition in full (it was just a drop in the bucket for her), and now she was going to the Institute to drop everything off and perhaps meet with Rachel about what she was hoping to gain from this.
She pulled up to the Institute in her Cobra, careful with how she parked it, and obeying the speed limit. Alisa stepped out of the car, not dressed like the first time she came here. No, she reverted back to her white business shirt, red tie, suspenders, black and grey pinstripe skirt, and... well... her black prosthetic. No more pretending to be someone else. This was who she was, take it or leave it.
Alisa marched up the steps to the Institute and then gave the door a good knock to announce she had arrived.
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"Dr. McCoy will want to catalog your powers and measure your abilities. He'll be able to start the staff on figuring out how to get you what you want."
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That sounded like an odd question full of vagaries Rachel may or may not like having pop up.
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Brooke's reaction and words were starting to get to her. She really did not want to trouble the institute. They were good people. But where would she go to learn more about her powers and get training?
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"Miss LeBeau, stop trying to look a gift horse in the mouth. You have been accepted on very strict terms. We are an institution that is here to help mutants with their powers. If you don't want to be here, say so. Otherwise, I'd thank you for not wasting my time with a polite charade."
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She tried to relax a bit as she sat in that chair. For the most part, she was silent as Rachel continued to go over things.
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"I'm gonna head off, den. I'm gonna be spendin' some time in Hyde Park before headin' home. If you need to contact me, my cellphone is listed in de paperwork I gave you."
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"Someone from the school will be in touch. Most likely Dr. McCoy for the testing first. Your classes will be set up after his assessment."
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There was a smile at the firm handshake. She then made her way out of the office and towards the mansion's front doors. This was perhaps the best decision (other than deciding to pursue Ryan), that she had made in a long time.