Reaching out to the unknown (open)

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* everything they want to *

The grounds were one thing, open, clean cut with professionally manicured hedges and gardens around the front paddock, but the place that he stood before seemed ancient and imposing. Not like ruins ancient, but with the winding ivy and moss on some of the stones of its exterior Michael felt like he was walking into a school that had seen its share of follies and triumphs. Not only that but…he also felt like he was walking into one of his father’s friends’ houses, those jokers who flaunted they’re money with huge houses and expensive cars. He could probably buy this school if he wanted but instead he approached it wearing a pair of beat up jeans, a P.O.D tour t and a leather jacket draped about his shoulders. He wore nothing expensive, yet that’s how he felt he needed to be. What exactly had his dad gotten him into? Mum would be impressed and excited that Michael was finally stepping up to his riches like his brother and sister, but his dad knew better than that.

It wasn’t like he had much choice though, he was already standing in front of it, his Harley turned off and cooling behind him on the gravel drive. It was either keep going or look like a fool. So as he took those risky steps forward Michael checked that he didn’t look too much like he had just driven through the country, plucking at some grass on his jacket and combing his fingers threw his short cut hair to get any hitchers out. That’s what he needed, some rich folks telling his mum and dad he came there looking like a right mess. Though if this place was to upscale his dad and him were going to have a serious talk about remembering boundaries. With all this thinking it was almost a surprise how close Michael had gotten to the door by the time he had finished picking himself over. The door knob had almost jabbed him in the stomach. Reaching for it he hesitated, should he knock? Or was this one of those open entry schools? It was a Mutant academy, and it did have a reputation of accepting all mutants no matter if you were homeless or not. So the thought did linger about just opening and walking through the parlor, but his mothers hard beaten manners won out in the end and instead Michaels fist rapped the door before he stepped back and waited for whomever would open up.

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[Iris "Prism" Torrin]

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it's always do this, do that
* everything they want to *

Michael had started to wonder if anyone was home when the door opened and he found himself face to face with a VERY attractive and very colorful woman in front of him. He found himself actually tongue tied at first before he finally was able to concentrate enough to form words that seemed to be an actual sentence.

“This…umm, school, it’s the Xavier institute right?” The Aussies accent came out in his stumbling and quicker than normal words as he struggled to speak. He felt kind of foolish standing there before the American girl looking like a bumbling idiot but as he spoke his words he found himself trying to figure out why there were so many attractive women in one city and where all the men were. He had met Raven already, and with all her brooding she was still very beautiful, and now this? He was starting to wonder if he was going to enjoy his time in America or constantly have to remember his Christian values.

“I was given directions to this place from my GPS. This is the mutant school correct? I would feel foolish if I’m at the door of someone’s private home after driving my bike through your front drive, know what I mean?” He was starting to ramble, he needed to shut up then or he would start looking more like a hack off. What was his issue at the moment? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen attractive women before. Could it be that it was more or less that his dad and mum had kept him secluded from others over the years that now that he saw another mutant it was starting to feel more real? Or was he just a bumbling idiot…..probably both.

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[Iris "Prism" Torrin]

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Michael saw her smile and felt his confidence increase dramatically. So the girl would like to show him around if he was a student? Well then of course he was a student, heck he might actually sign up for classes that day if he got to see more of her around.

“Yeah, actually my dad told me to check out the school when I arrived here. He said there might be some college classes or something.” His accent seemed more prevalent then it usually did to him, Maybe it was being around so many Americans, or maybe it was because he was being an idiot and allowing it due to the attractive woman who was in front of him and inviting him inside to show him around the school? Either way….this was sad, very, very sad.

“That would be great. O and by the way I’m Michael.” He held out his hand to her with a confident smirk on his lips. He was new in this country, this city and this school. He needed to not be known as the creepy foreigner after his first day. His alter ego was already known by the police, and Raven knew both sides. Last thing he needed was Wonder Women or Raven tracing him back here because he couldn’t keep his hormones under control. He needed to keep both lifes separate, what he did at this school was separate from what he did as Umbra. So this girl before him, need only know what he could do and about Michael….no impressing anyone.

With those thoughts Michael walked forward across the threshold and started the conversation as best he could. “So you’re a mutant to?”
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notes. This ones kind of short to lol. But its mostly because he's got this thing where women trip him up....bad lol
lyrics. five finger death punch - never enough
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[Iris "Prism" Torrin]

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Michael looked around the foyer after Iris had asked her question, nodding absentmindedly. It had actually pretty much been rhetorical but, of course he knew she was probably a mutant, though there was also the little part about the fact that he had no clue about how any of this worked. How had this school come about in a world where mutants had once been hated, and only now were tolerated. Many people still hated his kind, some of which were those who had been pulled from the other Dimension. They had delt with a version of mutants called Meta humans, and most of them had gone bad. So he could only imagine what they thought as they looked at the population of humans in the current world where mutants lived, worked and did normal people things.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just not used to all this. My dad kind of kept me at home to keep others from trying to come after me. Mutants in Australia are common place, but there are still those who think that we are filth.” Michael let his eyes rest back on Iris and give her a more confident smile. He wondered what she could do. Maybe it had something to do with her crazy style. She seemed to be a free spirit in her colors, which in his eyes was the only way to go. If you weren’t free then what kind of person were you?

“If I could ask…I mean, not trying to pry or press or anything, but what can you do?”

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[Iris "Prism" Torrin]

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