#instievent002

“Yeah I’m not a fan of overnight trips,” Hank mutters as he does his third headcount since they’d gotten on the bus. He didn’t trust that one of them wouldn’t find a way to slip out of a moving vehicle undetected. 

When they finally stopped the bus, Gideon didn’t bother waiting to exit the front. He knew how to open the emergency exit in the back, so he did so without a second thought. Just to be civilised he didn’t bother to close it, instead he held out his hand to help the person behind him out. “It’s faster this way, innit?”

This entire summit pissed Lorna off. Listening to self-righteous humans stand up and talk about how she was a threat to their children and their safety infuriated her. Listening to Raven and Charles pander to the bigots didn’t feel much better.

Ophelia watches a little boy she recognizes from the school run past her, nearly knocking her over. She smiles though, it didn’t bother her when kids were rambunctious. She’d done more than her share raising her siblings, and Isla was a bundle of energy. Up ahead she spots the sign in front of a little alcove, telling her the snack machines were near. She shakes the change in her palm, listening to it jingle as she steps up to one of the machines and taps her chin. “Who charges three dollars for a bag of Cheez-Its?” she asks the other person perusing their options.

To see the Professor hovering in the background made Scott grind his teeth. The Professor was the geneticist who could explain to them how small of a change set people apart, how even something as small as heterochromia was technically a mutation. The x-gene was different sure, but it’s not like people wouldn’t judge them for having some kind of brand on their id’s similar to organ donors. As the minutes tick by, he’s itching to just leave because this was becoming an attack on mutants. Apocalypse saw himself as a god, he was only one mutant and the institute stopped him. Why were they being punished because of one guy? Wouldn’t that just lead to mutants acting out of fear and desperation?

Being the irresponsible adult child that he was, Wade went to a liquor store (that was in the middle of being robbed) and took a couple of bottles with him after handling (killing) the thief. He wasn’t exactly nice, but he did sort of apologize for taking the bottles when he left by saying, “I don’t have pockets... and I just saved your ass. Call it a hero for hire fee.” When he got back to the shared hotel suite, Wade was a little pissed to see there were already bottles opened in the room.

Jubilee taps her foot against the seat in front of her as she blows a bubble nearly as big as her face. It pops, sticking to her cheeks and nose, but she nonchalantly peels it off before shoving it back in her mouth. She hated bus rides, she hated field trips. Field trips meant supervision, and she didn’t like eyes on her all the time watching her like they’re ready for her to misbehave at any given moment. She catches Hank’s gaze and sticks her bubblegum covered tongue out. When he rolls his eyes and looks away, she gives a victorious and over-exaggerated laugh. “This fucking sucks,” she sighs as she deflates.

The bus wasn’t exactly crowded but it was still strange for Jean to feel so alone. Both Poppy and Josh had opted to stay home, and they were the only two that knew of the secret burning her day in and day out. She rests her head against the window and takes a deep breath, filtering out all the chatter and noise of her schoolmates. Taking a nap was out of the question, but she could try going somewhere else in her mind. She’s about to close her eyes when she feels someone sit beside her, and she hopes the breath she lets out isn’t as disappointed sounding to them as it is to her. “Hey,” she forces a smile when she looks at them.