#xmstarter

The teacher asked her to stand in front of the class and tell them about herself, so she stood rigidly and looked at all the strangers’ faces. “Yeah, I’m Robin. I... can’t control my powers. A few years back I got these weird ridges on my nose and forehead and... Well, I’m used to covering it up, hence the makeup,” she gestured to her normal-looking skin, the ridges only visible if you stood up close. “My mom... you know how they can be,” she blushed and pushed the hair out from her eyes, and could feel her irregular skin under the concealer. “So yeah. I don’t know what it is to ‘be’ a mutant. Just... got headaches, a friend saw the commercial for this place, I dropped out of Haverford, and voila. I hope I can... feel comfortable in my own skin in due time,” she said quietly. Her anxiety was soaring from the vulnerability, but she knew she wouldn’t always don her makeup and wig, so if everyone was aware she could look like a freak at any time then maybe she wouldn’t get stares. She didn’t even know what to expect, but suspected school everywhere was always the same (in regards to? bullying? she couldn’t even fathom everything at the moment, she could barely think straight, but she was grateful her mother didn’t insist on showing her around campus on her first day).

“So, wait. You guys have a holiday where you can eat a lot---and for what again??” Aliya pondered the notion behind the turkey-eating event while crinkling her nose. “--That’s pretty fricking cool! What’s for dinner then?!”

He absolutely could be- should be- asleep right now. But, unlike his students Charles didn’t have a curfew, and like most of his students, Charles wouldn't have given much of a damn about it whether he did or not. Finding him sleeping was sort of like finding a unicorn. 

Lounging on a recliner (no need to worry someone will try to cuddle next to him or lean against him, if not for fear of his power than for personal fucking privacy), Kevin felt eerily peaceful. He was used to chatter passing down the halls, the occasional kid screaming or speaking loudly with no personal awareness, and was used to books shuffling. Some days were better than others in regards to his anxiety and power’s hunger, but today all was quiet. Until someone started speaking behind his ear.

Moira yawned and rubbed her eyes. Sleep had been particularly evasive and instead of just laying bed until the sun rose, she decided to head down to the danger room. In the days that followed the attack this room had been filled with panicked and eager students, each one wanting to prove that they would be prepared in the case of another attack. 

David was walking by when we noticed that the person behind the desk was looking a little confused  or overwhelmed. He felt a little inclined to help, however he could, if he even could, so he simply walked over to the person and leaned over. “Hey, do you need an help? I can...well, I can be good at a lot of things depending on the situation. Or if you want to talk anything, that’s my job to be available for that.”

“theres someone in the dorm room next to me who won’t shut up about his stuffed rabbit and for the love of god i hope he means a teddy bear.” peter stated as let out a bored sigh.