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Post by emmafrost on May 17, 2005 16:23:10 GMT -5
Emma was totally focused on Jonathon and his rudeness. Even if she didn't have her telepathic powers, his hatred was visible in his eyes. Not breaking eye contact with him, she said out loud, “You are all excused. Except for Jonathon.”<br>
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Post by epoch on May 17, 2005 16:45:28 GMT -5
"Thanks Ms. Frost." Rand said. "Also, thanks for dinner, it was delicious.". He pushed his plate to the middle of the table, it was pretty clean, he had been hungry. He felt semi-bad for Jonathon. Ms. Frost was not one to be crossed. He walked out of the kitchen and into the hall. He decided to head back to his dorm. He started that way.
(exits for dorm)
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Post by darkmatter on May 17, 2005 16:49:15 GMT -5
Sabastian raised his eyebrows As Madame escused them all, He wonedered how Jonathan had been able to touch Madame 's nerve as hard as that. Sabastian glanced down the table at the other's, and then slid his chair back, picking up his plate, leaving his untouched glass. "Thankyou Madame, for dinner. " he left dropping his plate of in the kitchen and then left. His mind was focused totally on the episode that had just happened and would happened. He was really dissapointed he could not watch, and found himself again wishing for a power that would let him.
*exits for dorm*
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Post by ear on May 17, 2005 16:50:27 GMT -5
Jonathon smirked. So the lady wanted to talk to him alone. He knew this might have happened, and was suprised it had been that easy, was she really that easy to push around? He doubted it, maybe she was just sensitive right now.
He felt Sabastian get up and out of the corner of his eye saw him walk away. Jonathon in turn pushed his half-ful plate away from him. He hadn't eaten much, be he never needed to, and besides he never liked a confrontation on a full stomach.
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Post by rusty on May 18, 2005 13:27:26 GMT -5
"Ahhh, thanks" Rusty replied quickly, scooting out of his chair. He quickly trotted out of the apartment heading for his dorm muttering to himself about stress-based indigestion and excessive homework.
Rusty exits to his dorm
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Post by emmafrost on May 18, 2005 19:10:12 GMT -5
As the other students left the room, she stood up and slowly made her way toward Jonathon. Stopping directly beside him, she folded her arms across her chest and said, “To my office. Now.”<br> Not waiting for a reply, she unfolded her arms and walked out of the dining room and toward a door off to the right of the living room. Opening up the door, she stood back and waited for him to enter the office before her.
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Post by ear on May 18, 2005 19:12:09 GMT -5
Jonathon got up and followed her, he didn't really have a choice, but why put off a confrontation that would hvae to come sooner or later? He entered her office
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Post by emmafrost on May 19, 2005 12:51:22 GMT -5
Emma shut the door behind her, knowing the other students knew better then to listen in on the conversation. At least she didn't have any telepaths to worry about trying to eavesdrop on them.
She didn't offer him a seat, if he wanted to sit down he could. However, at this very moment, he wasn't going to be around long enough to get comfortable. Getting right to the point, Emma stood between Jonathon and the door and said in a very even voice, “I am not sure what your problem is but you had the chance to walk away earlier. You would have been escorted off the property and never would have returned. However, here you are, full of hate for what? The students? Me? The fact that, no matter what you believe, you are indeed a mutant? I have opened up my school and my home to you just so you can throw generosity back at me. I will not tolerate that, Jonathon. I give you one more chance to make the choice. I will escort you personally out the door and through those gates. The minute you walk out, you will forget everything you saw while here. You can go back to whatever life you had. Or, you can play by my rules. You can try to get along with the rest of us. The choice is yours.”<br> She knew he wouldn't show any emotion, she highly doubted the man was capable of it. Emma watched his expressions, nonetheless. One wrong move, and his memory would be erased and he would follow her blindly off the school grounds.
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Post by ear on May 19, 2005 16:26:27 GMT -5
"You have no idea do you?" It wasn't really a question. He was just so amazed that this person could not understand. "You obviously realize I came from the streets. Somehow you figure out my name, and then you use my real name in front of a minimum of five people, I know about. Do you understand what that does? It gives people a chance to know me, to recognize who I am anywhere."
He didn't care that right now he was telling her everything he hated about this place. He didn't care that she would probably kick him out of the one place he actually was warm right now, she had presented her problems, now it was his turn.
"Not only that you continue to call me a mutant. I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't have anything special about me, I don't have any unusual powers, I'm just me. I've learned everything I do from the streets. I can get into any place because one of my gang taught me how to pick any lock. I learned how to sit up at night keeping watch and intensifying my hearing. All of that was learned from the streets."
He hadn't given her time to talk anywhere. There was no raising of his voice, no outward emotion. He was laying his problems down and why he happened to loathe this place.
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Post by emmafrost on May 19, 2005 22:46:14 GMT -5
Without any telepathic prodding at all, he finally opened up to her. Whether he really listened to what he was saying or not, Emma had no idea and once he realized it, she had no doubt he would be regretting his words. Jonathon was a very strong willed young man and obviously not used to having anyone care for him for anything other then his extraordinary talents.
Taking a deep breath and walking away from the door, she said, "I see." Walking over to the desk, passing him without coming into contact with him, she leaned on the desk and continued. "Yes, I know your name and that you have spent a good deal of time living on the streets. I happen to call everyone by their first name unless we are on missions. If there is a name you would rather be called, instead of accusing me of trying to show your identity to the whole world, simply tell me. I am not worried about anyone finding you as it would be practically impossible around here but I can understand your need for privacy. We all feel that way. As far as getting to know you, of course we want to know you. Sure, I could probably tell everyone everything you have done since the day you were born but where would the fun be in that of getting to know you. We are not your enemies here. We happen to be people just like you, fighting to survive in a world that hates us.
"Which brings us to your next point. Jonathon, Jon, whatever you want to be called, can you hear what Beatrice and Sharon are talking about in the kitchen?"
Emma had kept her voice even the whole time, not wanting to scare him into running off. She had walked away from the door to abandon the "prison warden" stance and was now casually leaning against her desk, a look of true interest in him on her face. Of course she was curious to find out all she could about him but it was usually much easier if her questions were answered rather then forced.
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Post by Catseye on May 20, 2005 7:53:00 GMT -5
Standing in the kitchen with Beatrice, Sharon was laughing. The mild-mannered housekeeper was always a good person to talk to. Even though she didn't seem to be a mutant, she sympathized. She treated Sharon like she was just a normal kid, despite the obvious outwards signs of something being different. Sharon had only been treated that way by a handful of humans in her entire life, and Beatrice reminded her of some of the nice people that she'd met on the streets.
She went back into the dining area to collect the rest of the plates. Scraping the leftover food into the garbage, she turned to Beatrice and grinned, pointing to the trashcan. "Dinner is good when don't have to eat it like this. And when cooked good like you do."
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Post by ear on May 23, 2005 16:19:05 GMT -5
((Ack so sorry I didn't see your post frost!))
Jonathon just stared at her, how dare she assume that she could tell them everything. Nobody could do that. He hadn't told anybody more than his name and age, or supposed name.
"Which brings us to your next point. Jonathon, Jon, whatever you want to be called, can you hear what Beatrice and Sharon are talking about in the kitchen?"
He was slightly amazed at this. Of course he could, if he wanted to, and how could she know about that anyway?
"Jon will be fine." He hesitated then acted on what she said, yes Sharon was in the kitchen, along with the cook he assumed. Things became two worlds at once and he spread his feet slightly to get a better feel of steadyness. "Yeah, I can."
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Post by emmafrost on May 23, 2005 21:26:38 GMT -5
Emma smiled. Just as she had seen briefly in his mind when he had arrived there, he had an acute sense of hearing. However, she wondered where on the streets he had to have lived to not have heard of mutants. Even now, according to Xavier's latest email, there were powerful political forces that were moving to hunt them down and imprison them. Little did the politicians know just how far into their ranks that mutants ran.
She briefly wondered how to explain to him that not only was he a mutant but she was one as well. Most people didn't take kindly to their minds being an open book and she had a feeling he would object more then most. Licking her lips, she began, “Jon, being able to hear from here into the kitchen, through closed doors is not something that humans can do. Unless I activated my particular abilities, I would have no idea what was going on in there. But you, with the use of an ability that you have obviously had a long time, can hear them.
“There is an extra chromosome in some of us that set us apart from humans. It is called an x-gene or x-factor, if you will, and has been scientifically proved. Those of us born with this x-gene will usually gain some sort of 'mutant' power, usually upon reaching puberty. Sometimes the power is evident even at birth and at other times, it is never discovered through the course of a person's life. However, for those of us that discover it, we usually need some guidance with our abilities. That is the purpose of my school. I use the main school as a front to hide teenagers who have been run out of their homes, persecuted on the streets or even have simply run away in fear because of what they are.”<br> She took a deep breath, knowing she was talking a lot but she felt if he didn't understand soon, he would leave. “Each of the students you met tonight are mutants, teenagers with special powers. Each one unique in their talents but needing direction all the same. This is why I have offered you a place in my school, Jon.”
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Post by ear on May 24, 2005 7:28:09 GMT -5
Jon hadn't missed the one sentence she had said about her power. He also hadn't missed anything else. Of course he knew about the other's being mutants, when they had ambushed him outside his room they had told him that. He pulled his hearing out of the kitchen, there was no reason to be in two places at once when he needed to be here.
"I know about the others, they were stupid enough to show me, well some of them were. But what aobut you?" He mimiced her voice perfectly on the next sentence. "Unless I activated my particular abilities." He went back to his voice. "What are your abilities?"
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Post by emmafrost on May 25, 2005 12:16:33 GMT -5
At least he got to the point quickly, Emma thought. This was the moment of truth, then. He would either stay or bolt. Either way, she wasn't ashamed of what she could do. Most of the time she reveled in how she was able to find out a person's deepest secret but her students were a different story. For the most part, she stayed out of their heads, preferring for them to come to her if they need to or to explore their surroundings and each other on their own.
However, Jon didn't know any of this and he wouldn't. Not unless he made an actual commitment to her. Not sugarcoating her words, she simply said, “I am a telepath, quite capable of reading most minds if I wanted to.”
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