The Beginning and the End (OPEN!)

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

Well, that was basically terrible. Cabs are the worst things in the universe, and trains are just slightly better. No homeless people had slept on Emira Munic during the train ride, thank the lord, and the cab didn't smell too terribly. Still, her cab driver just wouldn't shut up. Emira tried all of the little ways to subtly tell her driver to stop talking forever but none of those worked. So, she decided to make the jerk move. Waiting for a lull in the conversation, Emira had simply taken out her mp3 player and began listening to music. Now, not only could she not hear him, but he finally got the hint and stopped talking. Perhaps the two were a bit counterproductive, but-

Oh no. The batteries died. Still, Emira kept the earbuds in. She couldn't hear anything. Things were almost too quiet. But she would give anything not to hear this guy speak to her some more. All he talked about were his kids this, his dogs that, his job this, his in-laws that. Emira was too young to have a family, she didn't know anything about anything he was saying. He seemed to be the kind of person to grate on Emira's soul until one day she would collect it all in a jar and hope that it would reform itself. Probably not. Whatever.

It was about time the cab arrived at her destination, and as she was exiting the cab the driver gave her an odd look. Maybe he picked up on the fact that she hadn't been listening to music for about ten minutes. Or it was because she was a mutant.

"Ayo!" he called to her, prompting her to take off her earbuds, "You forgot to pay, it's thirty bucks."

Oops. Quickly reaching in her pocket and pulling out a crumpled twenty and an equally damaged ten, she handed them to him through the window and turned away. She was never going to get in a taxi again. Ever.

"Your stuff?"

Emira stood corrected. He unlocked the back doors and Emira took her things, he opened the trunk and she took more of her things. She had brought a lot. A stupid amount, really, when she thought of it again. She had a violin case in her hand, a back full of clothes, a camera, and a laptop on her back, weighing at least a billion pounds, and a guitar case in the other. She should have packed lighter. Oh well. She was here and Emira wasn't about to leave things behind that she desperately needed. That, of course, didn't count her other instruments and her painting supplies, or any video game consoles or things that she may have wanted. Whatever.

Having already entered the gates, Emira found the place welcoming in a way. It was huge, she knew that much. But, then again, the doors were right in front of her. Sweet deal. A few knocks later, Emira was left standing outside with nobody to talk to, nothing to do, until someone decided to be her knight in shining armor. And open a door. How heroic.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=NOON
TAG=OPEN
WORDCOUNT=531
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=HOP IN, ANYONE!
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL

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[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



The lack of access to electricity creates difficultly for one to gather public media broadcasting on a daily basis. The lack of a home makes it difficult for one to subscribe to a local newspaper. The lack of an identity and humanoid appearance makes it difficult for one to even exist in society. Regardless of these difficulties Rory Blair was able to achieve two of the three in his daily life. All he needed now was to check off the final item on his to-do list.

Runty, frail looking, Rory was a puny disgusting cretin within a big city, not just any big city though, but a leading metropolitan center of attention. Namely he lived within the big apple, New York City. He’d been born, raised, and disfigured within the cold concrete chaos, but soon enough he was to leave to find sanctuary elsewhere. A haven for mutants from what’d he’d gathered, Xavier’s institute for Higher Learning.

Theft, covert surveillance, secluded killing, and cryptic entrances granted him everything he needed, including information, but excluding acceptance into society. Rather his deeds widened the gap between him and his usual humane nature, progressively bringing him closer to the apparent horror he wasn’t, or at least the horror he didn’t wish to be. He had chosen his fights and the sins of his actions were eternally bound to him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t change his ways, or at least he could try his best to.

“She’s getting on the cab… need to move…” the careful whisper slithered through Rory’s edged teeth as he slinked his way from the piss-scented alley to under the belly of the cab.

Luckily it seemed that he’d progressed fast enough to avoid detection, and had made it in time to continue the journey. Time though was of the essence, and the cab would begin moving at any time. Desperately Rory immediately latched himself onto the metallic bottom of the vehicle like some form of parasitic organism. Using his claws, and tail he carefully grasped and gained a position to survive the long trip to Ms. Munic’s and his destination.

As the cab began to advance forward, Rory felt as his body began to adapt on its own, in reaction to the high speeds and compact space of his generously free ride. Despite his disdain toward grime and foul matter, his body was beginning to flatten against the filthy metal base of his transport. The very basis of his body’s structure accommodated to keep him attached onto the vehicle, and so he stayed, affixed there, resting upside-down as his body kept him in place, it was going to be a long trip, but also one he’d planned ever since he’d heard of the impossible refuge.

His body adapted quickly, as did his mind for these adjustments to his physiology. Within a period of over fifteen months he’d learned most of the basics of the body, but even so he still had much to control. To gather information it was just the simple process of silently scaling a wall and eavesdropping into conversations with highly acute ears. Of course there were obstacles and sometimes one of those obstacles was being unexpectedly discovered, but he’d finally landed a solid ride to the institute through the following of his latest target Emira Munic. It was a difficult series of trials, but in the end he’d made it, and so he was now on his final transport to the institute.

The trip had been swifter than anticipated, so when the cab came to its conclusive end, Rory did nothing to get himself unattached to the underside of the cab, it was only once he noticed that Emira had gotten her belongings off that he had arrived. Unfortunately he’d been a bit late in noticing and thus the cab was already turning for the return trip. Rory desperately attempted to free himself from his position, but it seemed his body had decided otherwise. It was times like this that he was sure he needed to learn how to control his powers at the institute. Rory watched in horror as the street beneath him was beginning to move by at increasing speeds, not enough to where it would be severely hazardous, but soon enough it would be. He analyzed the situation and realized the urgency of immediate detachment. He was not going to miss his chance.

“This is going to hurt like hell…”

Appallingly he was going to go with option B, if his body wasn’t going to let go, he’d force it to. Rory was both grieving mentally as he readied himself for the pain that would come. In short he severed his left hand, which in turn caused a chain of events, from his body being dragged upon the ground, and the rest of his body dropping itself off the vehicle to avoid further damage. It was painful to skid one’s self against asphalt, but in Rory’s case something he felt was worth, especially with his body’s capabilities in altering his anatomical configuration to continue survival. He had made it to the road in front of the institute, he was a bit banged up, but now he just needed to crawl his way to the front doors. Or so he hoped.

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Tag: Rory & Emira
Word Count: 880
Notes: None

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

It was a small sound. One of those little, tiny, barely noticeable things. Kinda like being inside on a windy day, and a couple leaves blow and hit the window. Well, not really. It was more like rain hitting the- no. Not like that. She couldn't really describe it at all. That sound was something she had never heard in her life. And it was so small, she was surprised she even picked up on it at all. Almost like... Someone falling? Nah, that would be louder. At least a little bit. And probably followed by a string of curses and about ten metric tons of pure, solid embarrassment. Someone just ate it right in front of Emira. Well, to her back. She might as well turn, you know, just to...

Oh, what.

What in the world was that thing? Emira thought it was probably dangerous. Or just a prank that the students here pulled on newbies. Being the resident newbie, Emira found it a little quaint. She quirked an eyebrow at whatever that thing was. And whatever it was it was friggin gross. Seriously. What morbid senses of humor. Maybe this place wasn't for Emira. Well, whatever. She was here. Immature frat boys. Or something. She hated frat boys. Anyone who acted like an idiot.

There were so many people who acted like idiots where she came from. New York was filled with them. Especially those who were ignorant. 'Hey, hurr, do you have some kinda ack-sent or sumthin', durr'. Yeah, Emira did. A tiny one. And it was Bosnian. Most of the people in New York probably haven't even heard of Bosnia before. And that was because most of the people here were stupid. Emira didn't want to sound so harsh. There were a bunch of people that she liked, and a bunch more that were intelligent, many more so than Emira. It was just... The stupid people here were obnoxious rather than flummoxed. It was like they were aware that they were stupid and did stupid things, but they just... Didn't quite get it. Stupid, stupid people. And that was just what this was. A stupid prank from stupid people.

The thought never once crossed her mind that this thing, some distance from her, was a mutant. All Emira thought was to just play along. Maybe give the idiots a laugh so they'll leave her alone. Maybe, oh, she didn't know, open the door? That was probably a lost cause. Maybe they wanted a reaction first.

"Uh. Hi," she said, sounding rather unimpressed. And, truth be told, she wasn't. This was just mean. The thing looked like a dead animal. If it was... Geez. Freaks. She displayed no outward hostility, just a hint of sleepy anticipation. This was a new start! Supposed to be good! Not just... Boring. Unusual. Filled with weird dog-cat-rodent-animal-things that were dead. None of those things. Maybe it would have been best to simply expect the unexpected. Whoo. Awesome. Oh, wait. It wasn't awesome at all, because now she had no clue what to expect! Emira had come here thinking that she would actually have some semblance of a day-to-day plan for herself. Go to school, come home, do homework, do... Mutant things. Simple. But no, she had to deal with dead things. Wonderful. Absolutely splendid, marvelous, excellent, stupendous, and all those other synonyms that she could have used in this situation. Sarcastically, of course, but then again the idiots who did this probably wouldn't pick up on her sarcasm. They never did.

Still, the question still lingered of what she was supposed to do in this situation. Go up and give it a hug, and get all sorts of fake blood or ketchup or whatever all over her clothes? Gross. Ignore it? That option was already out the window because she already said 'Hi' to the thing. Instead, she knocked on the door again, keeping an eye on the thing. Interesting first day, to say the least. It probably wasn't over. In fact, it might just decide to talk back. Hah. That would be a good one. It was probably someone's science project. Except not anymore. Unless it was an experiment on throwing grotesque creatures out onto pavement. Oh, that would be a good one. What kind of crazy science teacher asks you to construct some sort of hideous being and just throw it out onto the street? After spending all that time on it? Emira would just give it a name and call it her pet. Maybe she was just weird like that. Eh, whatever. First impressions sucked anyway with her. People who knew her knew her and loved her, people who didn't generally hated her. It was just something Emira had grown custom to.

Imagine that, all these "deep" thoughts on life and social interactions, all brought upon by a little thing on the pavement. The taxi probably hit the poor thing and took it on a ride through New York. Ew.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=NOON
TAG=RORY & OPEN!
WORDCOUNT=832
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=I kinda went to town on the post, hope you don't mind. xP
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL

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[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



Pain… so much pain… that was basically all that was going through Rory’s head as he lay upon the dark, slightly blood stained road, that and he needed to get to the mansion. What really made this all the more worse was his body wasn’t adjusting to the pain. It also hadn’t adjusted his clawless limb to stop it from bleeding. Wasn’t that just peachy? He just stayed there, motionless, in pain, unable to even crawl his way to the entrance, the irony of it all. Before unfolding his entire plan he told himself, what could possibly go wrong? Of course a lot could’ve gone wrong during this long, difficult trip, but did it have to be at the end? When he was so close too, and to make it all the more better, he’d bleed to death, or so he thought.

Rory watched as Emira turned around to spot him, she looked repulsed by him at best. It seemed his small body had caused enough noise bouncing upon the hard asphalt to cause her to examine where the sound had come from. The sound had been from an abomination hooked onto a cab, being shredded across the ground, important to note, hooked by its own claws and tail. She stood there for a while, then gave a simple, yet somewhat confused greeting.

He gave no response. Rory’s body had paused most of his unimportant functions, as it immediately began repairing internal and external damage. Control over the motor neuron system and the muscles moved by it, including his tongue, was on the list of things that had been temporarily stopped. From the looks of it Emira was keeping an eye on Rory’s body as she knocked on the door, soon enough his body began to quiver and shake in front of her eyes. Luckily he wouldn’t bleed to death as his hand and internal systems were the first things to be rearranged and reformed. Unfortunately for Rory, his body had to improvise for his hand, without the actual bone and tissue of his now missing appendage, it in turn took materials from other areas around his body. Right after broken bones, skin, and muscle tissue began to get rearranged to working order.

After a few seconds his body completed its violent fit of convulsions and rearrangements, leaving Rory to stand up, unhurt, but still in the same grotesquely freaky form. He was an inch shorter, but beyond that he was in his usual horrid shape. A piercing toothy grin was painted upon his face as he greeted Emira who obviously wasn’t knocking on the door to be greeted by him.

In a raspy cold voice, but happy uppity tone Rory greeted Emira, “sorry about my late response, but hello to you as well.”

She’d been kind enough to say hi, so he did the polite thing and responded with his own hello. Little did Rory know that she hadn’t done it out of pleasantries, but rather out of her displeasure at her own personally conceived rude welcoming. Rory continued his greeting, but had no idea as to what to expect as a response from Emira. She was a mutant, but not one of the ugly ones as he was, had she ever seen such a disfigured mutant such as Rory? Probably not, afterall they were always hiding in the shadowed, stinky alleyways and in the putrid, dark sewers.

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Tag: Rory & Emira
Word Count: 569
Notes: None

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

It just... laid there for a while. Bleeding. Or... Something. Honestly, this was the most thorough science project Emira had ever witnessed. The thing seemed to actually have ketchup inside of it. Now, why something would need to bleed, she didn't know. It could totally have been an anatomy project, but whatever. She wasn't concerned with it. She wasn't concerned with it. Being so unconcerned, naturally, her eyes were fixed upon it. After all, she wasn't entire sure what it was. It could have been anything. Science project, experiment from a mad scientist, whatever it was it was creepy. It was beginning to creep her out a bit. Why in the world would someone do something as intricate as that? It just didn't seem logical. Why put forth that much effort for something that people are just going to shrink away from because of how gross it was? It bled! Emira would have just drawn something. She really hoped that the schools here didn't have crazy high expectations or anything. She was smart enough for the "smart classes" that would require such a project, it was just... She never did anything. She had studied once in her life in eighth grade for a quiz that never happened and she has sworn off it since.

Snapping out of her musings, she found that the thing was... Convulsing. Right in front of her. If that thing was alive and just... She hated to even think it... Skinned, she would kill something. Nothing deserved such a punishment, she didn't care what it did. The disgust turned to nothing outwardly, inwardly it was burning anger. She knocked on the door another couple times and set her things down. What, was everyone out on a field trip to Canada or something? She supposed that could be nice, but on the day she was supposed to arrive? It was terrible. No, not just terrible. Terribad. Especially since this thing was practically having a seizure in front of her and she didn't know what to do. Helping it might make it worse. Maybe it would be best to ignore it, to swear that she didn't see it, to swear that the taxis are just disgusting creations and some poor helpelss stray-

It just stood up.

It just got up and grinned at her like nothing ever happened.

This was out of a horror movie. The poor damsel, Emira, was being hunted by the demon thing that looks gross and is the kind of thing that would pop up on the screen, accompanied by a loud shriek, probably sending most of the audience back a bit before fits of awkward, stifled laughter at their own stupidity. It was a movie. Except it wasn't a movie anymore. And it wasn't screaming. In fact, it actually sounded...

Pleasant. In a broken down, half dead but still hanging on kind of charming. Wait, what? Well, whatever it was, it could speak in coherent sentences. That's a start. Doctor Emira to the rescue, time for the professional analysis.

"Are... Are you okay? Need some help or something?" Her expression turned more confused than anything. It wasn't exactly normal to see something like this. That was an understatement. Wasn't exactly normal? Try 'Emira just stepped into the Twilight Zone'. That was basically what happened. Doc Em here needed to try and at least do something, but she really had no clue. She didn't exactly carry around first aid supplies, and even if she did she wouldn't have been able to do anything. How did this thing bleed? What in the world was this thing standing in front of her, and what was its gender so she could stop referring to it as an it? Though, Emira thought that she should probably not just outright ask what gender it was. Calling it 'it' wasn't too much of a moral stretch. She had called classmates that before. Two wrongs don't make a right, but they do influence the overall morality scale if you're adjusting it appropriately to balance yourself karmically. That right there was wisdom she would have to remember. It should totally be her facebook status later. If she ever was granted the luxury of access to her new shelter.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=NOON
TAG=RORY & OPEN
WORDCOUNT=706
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=NONE
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL

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[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



Her tension seemed to drop down as Rory proved that he was sentient, and as required by the turn of events, alive. This would make conversation easier between the two for sure. Although he guessed that his minute body, and ugly appearance was still unnerving for Emira, at least she didn’t just immediately begin kicking him as many had done in the past. The idea that she was asking if he was okay was truly heart warming for Rory, as someone who’d never had a kind word thrown at him in the past year, just the simple action of asking if he needed aid was wonderful. He was surprised alone when she’d said hi to him, of course it seemed as if Emira wasn’t exactly expecting a response, most likely she presumed he was dead or something, some misshaped piece of road kill, but still it was enough to make him smile.

“No, no, I’m fine, not much that you can do to help a poor little mutant like me. I’m Rory, nice to finally meet and speak with you.”

Usually Rory was rather shy around people, less so around females than males, but the fact that he’d been spying on Emira’s home for a couple days prior to this whole series of events, he sort of felt a little less coy around her than he was with most people. It felt slightly awkward knowing that he’d essentially been living in an alley nearby to her and her father’s home. Then he noticed the error he’d made in his response, he quickly dismissed that mistake by swiftly continuing the conversation along as if he’d never seen her his entire life.

“So what’s your name?” he asked in an obviously rushed and false inquisitive manner.

Rory looked at the entrance to the Xavier Institute behind Emira after asking the question and wondered how long it’d take for someone to answer. Emira had already knocked several times from what he’d seen, yet no one had come to answer the door yet. It wasn’t late night or early morning so it wasn’t likely that they were just all fast asleep. Maybe something was going on, or some event was occurring in the backyard and no was there to answer the door. Or maybe they were just avoiding the door after his disfigured hide was shown upon their front steps. He really hoped it wasn’t because of him, because not only would he be hurting himself, but also Emira and her patience. No… Rory’d heard that the institute was a place for all mutants, they accepted mutants that looked inhuman, or so he hoped.

He was soon filled with anxiety about whether or not this was such a good idea, afterall he hadn’t even contacted the school as Emira did, and they weren’t expecting him. How was he to contact them without a phone? Of course sneaking into someone’s home and using one or stealing one could’ve been an option, but it was too late now, here he was at the gates of the haven for mutantkind. Soon to be the gates of a haven exclusive to those who weren’t Rory. Poor Emira, it was his entire fault, all because of his attendance. Negative thoughts began to swarm his head for a while and all he could do was sit there, think thoughts of exclusion, and blame himself for making Emira wait.

He didn’t show his anxiety through his exterior, except through the form of a faint frown. But even so that frown was enough to show that he was disappointed in how the doors had still not opened themselves to the two.

“I wonder when the doors’ll open…”

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Tag: Rory & Emira
Word Count: 615
Notes: None

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

When he said that there wasn’t much Emira could do to help him, it tore her heart a bit. Rory, a guy’s name, for sure, had the kind of ‘ugly duckling’ charm in a way. He was disfigured and he seemed to acknowledge that, but he still tried to be nice to people. People were, surely, not so nice back to him. Emira gave a little smile. He seemed pleasant, but had odd word choice. Nice to finally meet her? It gave the impression that he was a creeper. Whatever. If, by some strange twist, he was actually her stalker, then… Well, that would be weird. Then again, she really doubted it. What made her so special? Her mutant powers? People here had mutant powers and there were surely others out here. And so the thought of Rory stalking her was dismissed without a second gasp at life. Adding to help that, he quickly added in a question. What her name was. So, obviously, he was a bit awkward. Anyone who looked like him would be. Emira chose to ignore it.

”Emira,” she responded, keeping an eye on the door. How many times had she knocked now? She had knocked twice, but multiple times each. She was probably up to around six or something now. This was starting to agitate her a bit. There they were, waiting for the door to open. Why hadn’t the two walked in yet? They were polite. Emira didn’t exactly know the proper protocol for entering this place, but she guessed she was doing it right. But by the looks of things, she was mistaken. Emira was patient. At least somewhat patient. She crossed her arms in front of her and stared at the door. She could really just break in through a window up top. She could easily scale the wall, open a window, and just walk in. Unless they locked their windows, in which case she’d have to break one and Emira didn’t want to do that. As patient as she was, this waiting was getting to her. This place wasn’t a DMV.

”Anyone home?” she called right behind the door, hoping that someone inside would hear. Or someone in the yard they couldn’t see. That would be nice. Actually, at this point, Emira would consider it a miracle if the door opened by itself. Then they could actually enter. Rory spoke again and Emira turned to face him. She gave a short little laugh in response and turned back to the door.

”Any day now. Trust me. I have a lot of experience with doors. They open eventually.” With a short pause to think, she continued.

”They’ll have to get annoyed with us just standing here eventually.” It was true. No matter how long Emira waited, though she never waited any longer than an hour, she always opened the door for a Jehovah’s Witness or some door-to-door salesperson or whatever. Just to reject them and move on. She had thought about her conduct many times, and keeping them waiting probably wasn’t the kindest option. She should just open the door, reject them quickly and give them time to move on and disturb other people. Instead, Emira wanted them to take the hint. They never did. In her sum of life experience, they were persistent little people. Kind of like ants. You can step on them all you want, but there will always be another ten trillion just waiting there. Maybe that was a bit harsh a comparison, but Emira didn’t really have any qualms. She wasn’t either of those, and she considered them annoying.

She could keep swearing that she heard someone, but each time she doubted herself. It was one of those things where you anticipated something so much you could swear it was right in front of you. But it wasn’t. Or was it? No, probably not, if the past gave her any clue. Maybe they all really did take a field trip to Canada.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=NOON
TAG=RORY & OPEN(PLEASE? xD)
WORDCOUNT=665
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=I just wanted to say that I adore the whole "Rory was actually following Emira for a while" thing
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL

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[cally]

Cally' rested her head on the door before opening it. She felt horrible, no sleep, pounding head. Her mind was in another place. but could one really blame her, after the day she had yesterday? There was alot on her mind. The fact that she got away from Viktor was a miracle. She didn't even know how she did. it, even. All she knew was that afterward, she couldn't get her head straight. It was constantly away from her. The night class she taught was a wreck, so much so that she just sent all of her students back to their dorms. Even when she returned to her own room and tried to sleep, nothing came. Her eyes closed for a moment, but every unconscious second was part of a nightmare. When the sun rose, Cally got out of bed and stuck her finger in the electrical socket. She couldn't choke down any food or drink. She could barely even walk straight. Normally, Cally was able to use some electrical appliances without them being plugged in. So she siphoned a but of power, it was necessary for her to function.

Then, since she had no art classes to teach this morning, she was 'volunteered' to man the front desk, that was, basically made sure everything was nice and tidy for the day. Since she was awake and had nothing to do, she went and sat down, starting her job. She was reading something, a novel she couldn't remember the name of, but it was interesting. Sometime between then, she fell asleep, in and out of the nightmares, reliving what had happened yesterday. She didnt notice the knocking at first. Cally thought it was just something from her dreams, but it wasn't. by then, she was a bit embarrassed. She had been out of it for a while. It was during classes, so not many people were out in the halls, so hopefully, no one saw her lose consciousness every now and then.

She held the door handle in her metal clad hand. She hated wearing the gauntlets all the time, and she cherished the moments she got to take them off, but it was to be safe. Just in case something was easily ignited by a random spark that erupted from her fingers. But she opened the door, with a smile on her face. Maybe whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn't see her fatigue. Her eyes came to see a girl, with alot of luggage. Behind her was.... a boy. That's what Cally had guessed. She had been familiar with mutations that completely disfigured a person. Kurt Wagner was fuzzy and blue, with a tail. Another student had skin that was rock like, and unlike some other kids, his skin couldn't be turned on and off.

Enough stalling, even though it had only been a few seconds. "Hi, welcome to the Institute. Come on in," Cally opened the door very wide, allowing the two to come in.

Tag: Emira and Rory
Words: 503
Notes: please excuse cally for being so tired!
Credit: This template was created by DAN at CAUTION 2.0

[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



Her lips curved into a faint, yet visible expression of being pleased. Following her thin smile came Rory’s very own, a bit smaller than hers though; in Rory’s own mind he wasn’t sure if her smile was genuine or just full of pity. Pity, white lies, things thrown to shield him from the blunt truth, although he hadn’t had the privilege to suffer half-lies in the recent past, he’d always hated them. It was all or nothing for him, genuine compassion and understanding, or none at all, he didn’t want the trash in between. Maybe her smile was real though, just faint due to the very things haunting her. They were both mutants, regardless of appearance or unusual ability; hopefully empathy would introduce itself to Rory with the entering of the institute.

It seemed she didn’t mind his mistake and continued the conversation as if he’d never made it. She responded with the correct answer, handing him her real name, at least she wasn’t paranoid to the point of lying about her name. The task of scaling his way into the mansion didn’t seem too difficult, but he hoped to avoid such illegal acts with this new life, thus he stood beside Emira as time flew past them. She continued to speak out as the two waited and thus Rory began to get bored, eventually he started pacing the entrance, back and forth as they waited.

Footsteps… the musical sound of someone approaching from the back of the large entrance. His head turned as soon as the clattering of shoes worked its way toward Emira and him. With his acute hearing he listened as the door played its beautiful symphony, creaking open as a young blonde haired woman stood in the doorway. She had weird metal glove things on her hands, but that was probably normal considering they were all mutants.

The smile painted onto her radiant complexion, it brightened up Rory’s day as she ended their pause. In truth it hadn’t been longer than five to ten minutes, but the delay had been murderous knowing that freedom was but a doorway away. The woman seemed to place her eyes first on Emira and her belongings and then Rory noticed as her eyes made their way toward him. She didn’t seem bothered though, just slightly inquisitive at a moment, or so he guessed.

As she welcomed the two in Rory gave a gleeful jump, literally skipping his way into the institute. To hear the words welcome to the institute in combination with come in all his dreams had come true. He kept in polite manner though and stopped his delightful entrance, slowing down into a slow, basic walk. He turned to face the woman who had opened the doors to them and gave a cheeky smile.

“Thank you so much madam, I’m truly grateful to you.”

The question was what was he exactly grateful for? She’d opened the door and nothing more, but to him it felt more like she’d welcomed and paved the way to a new future. A future alongside other mutants, a future where he’d control his powers, a future with friends and a life he could feel good about. His future, a future shared with that of several others.

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Tag: Rory, Emira, Callisto
Word Count: 543
Notes: Sorry it took so long to post, I had a busy past two days, oh and I'm glad you found it adorable Nick.

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

Called it. Emira was so pro. Really, it wasn't the most impressive feat in the world. Inferring that the door will open eventually, that is. She could have pulled one of those 'well, if the door opens in a year I'll still be right' types of things because she never specified the time but whatever. It was open, some chick who looked nice was greeting them, awesome. Emira was in. And so was her new friend, Rory. He seemed absolutely ecstatic that he was in. Emira had never seen something like that before. A little, dead looking thing, jumping for joy right into the institute. And man was he proper. Madam? Emira hadn't heard that said in actual conversation since... Ever. Maybe he was a bit behind on the times or something. She didn't quite blame him, he was probably socially outcasted once his powers activated. He probably hadn't been talked to for years. Poor guy. Emira couldn't imagine going through something like that. So, in a way, she couldn't sympathize. Only pity. And Emira hated pity. It's just... Disgusting to her.

Welcome, come on it, awesome. Emira grinned at her welcomer. "Thanks," she said, leaving her gratitude at that. She wasn't as happy as Rory was, but new starts were nice. Maybe. It's always easier to make friends if you have friends. At least to Emira. Oh well.

"I'm Emira," she mentioned, heaving her stuff into the building. If they had a list of people who were to show up, Emira doubted she'd have to say her last name anyway. Emira wasn't the most common name in America, she guessed. Most foreign names weren't. Especially foreign names from a tiny country in Europe. Who's Bosnian anymore, really?

As she stepped inside, the first thing she noticed was that the place was huge. From the outside, it looked big. But the ceilings seemed like they were fifty feet high. It made Emira feel a bit small. She was almost taken aback by the sheer size of it. She had lived in a small apartment for most of her life, so maybe it was just that she wasn't quite used to it. Living like this. It was... Luxurious. Or something. It didn't seem like home yet. Maybe it was because of how big it was. Emira was used to brushing past Zlatko every three seconds just getting ready for school. Where's my backpack? Did I leave anything in my room? Oh, I need a drink of water, I'm suddenly thirsty. She was a procrastinator, and so was Zlatko. They always woke up just barely in time to be ready. Emira didn't even know what he had to get ready for, but whatever.

"If you don't mind," Emira began, turning to face her greeter, "Could you tell me where the rooms are? All my stuff weighs about a million pounds, give or take a few," she finished with a little smile. She was feeling around socially as to what was good or not. If she seemed to respond positively, then humor was good and Emira would like it here. She was hoping, pleading to herself inside that her greeter wouldn't scowl or something. Emira didn't need a house full of humorless people. Oh, that would be just terrible. In every way. Emira would probably go crazy within days. That was assuming she didn't go crazy trying to figure out where everything was. In a large place like this, she imagined it was easy to get lost.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=NOON
TAG=RORY & CALLIE
WORDCOUNT=584
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=NOTHING AT THE MOMENT :3
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL

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[cally]

She couldn't help but smile even more. It was always one of two ways that people took at coming to the institute. Many had weary, tired eyes, worn bodies and broken spirits, and at the moment they step onto the wooden floors of the main entrance, something changed. It was like a candle was lit in their chest. They felt right at home, she hoped. Cally saw many students pass through the threshold and become entirely different people. Those who didn't though, were still bitter, no matter how long they were here, or how much they were accepted, they still held their standard high above those at the institute.

There was a little chuckle as the boy called her madam. "Please, no need for formalities unless your in my class. You can call me Cally. " She responded. Even in class, she hated being called Ms. DeRush. There was something about the name, maybe the fact that she no longer felt like the person who owned that name years ago, no, that part of her had died. The girl motioned to her bags, the heavy ensemble that she carried with her. "Actually, you can leave your things here at the front desk," Cally pointed to the large desk that lined the wall "Until we get a room ready for you."

Her hands went to her wrists, which were aching. Not sure exactly why, but the stress of the latest events were definitely taking their toll. Hopefully, it wasn't showing, Cally found herself to be a pretty good actress. It was times like these however, that Cally was beginning to doubt herself. "But, I didn't get your names.. like I said before, I'm Cally DeRush."

Tag: Emira and Rory
Words: 291
Notes: SORRY! its bad, i know
Credit: This template was created by DAN at CAUTION 2.0

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[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



Rory never got the chance to be a talkative individual in the past; prior to his mutation he had been a wallflower, standing in the sidelines as everyone around him conversed about their lives. Unfortunately this contrasted with his desires as he loved to talk and would take the time to ramble on about things whenever he was given the honor to speak; he just never got that honor most of the time. As a submissive outcast in his childhood he tried his best to keep formal, polite, and in no way aggressive, to avoid being thrown into an argument, if one were to arise. By avoiding arguments, he avoided fights, and with it he avoided losing friends, even if they were always ever so distant. His way of talking stayed in the same theme through his years of life, from the start of his childhood to the point of his mutation. He was socially awkward, distant in terms of friends and family and had no intention of changing his speech to a more casual, less passive mode of talking. Once his mutation arose from the dark recesses of his genetic code, he never really got that chance to talk to anyone for several years. Without anyone to talk with he began to converse with himself, and soon it was natural to use such an odd method of speech.

In his eyes there was nothing wrong with using madam and sir, to put others to the highest esteem, it was a positive thing to do in his eyes. Rory was aware of his dialect being a bit quaint, and thus held no ill-feelings toward anyone else when they requested he call them otherwise. He knew he was weird, and would gladly change his ways if asked to do so, only he’d have to be changed one word at a time. Still it felt odd to call the woman in front of him, Cally, Rory knew nothing about her, and to talk to her in such a casual, open manner, well it just didn’t feel right to him. He brushed the feeling aside and gave a humble four legged little bow.

“If you wish to be called so… Thank you Cally for opening the door for us.”

Rory had no belongings and so when Emira brought up the topic of her belongings, Rory just took the time to look at his current surroundings. As being notably shorter than Emira and Cally, the institute looked all the more grander and brilliant, he felt all the more small in the elegance of the building around him. Although he’d lived in New York City his entire life, things never ceased to amaze him, he was easily bewildered. Rory’d lived in a large apartment prior to his mutation, but even so this mansion was far beyond the size of his home. He’d taken shelter within large buildings at times, but to actually be staying in such a place as this institute it was like a dream, he wasn’t going to be hiding in some nook, he was actually going to have his own bed in here. The thought filled him with excitement, this time though he kept it within himself and just let out a small smile.

She asked for their names, it was the second time since forever since he’d been asked for his name, the first was just a short while ago with Emira, now Cally was asking for his name. He had no intention of throwing his surname out though, in the case his family was contacted, he wanted to forget his past… So he lied. Rory hated lies, but he lied so much, he was dishonest, but he did so to prevent problems for himself and others, still it was everything he was against.

“Rory, my name’s Rory, I forgot my last name, please forgive me for my inability to remember Ms. DeRush… I mean Cally.”

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Tag: Rory, Emira, Callisto
Word Count: 655
Notes: Sorry it was a poor quality post, been busy lately so I kind of rushed this.

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

Cally's smile expanded and she gave a little, good-natured laugh at Rory's formality. That dude was odd, but Emira couldn't blame him. But she'd been over that before in her head. It was getting old. Not Rory himself, he seemed like a good-hearted soul despite his rather dead appearance, but just the fact that Emira was making excuses. For him. Geez. She never made excuses for herself, did she? Let alone for others? Ew ew ew. Not cool. Not up to Emira Standard Code of Existing. Esce. Eshey? Eskey? She didn't know how to pronounce that. She'd figure it out.

Upon the response to her question, Emira became even more confused. Cally didn't really seem to react a whole lot to the joking. Maybe she was tired or something. Emira didn't know. But, she wasn't scolding Emira. Or frowning, or glaring, or anything else that could indicate some sort of negative emotion. But still, Emira couldn't help but crack another grin as she was told that she could simply drop her stuff at the front desk. And bam. That was it. It would find its way up to her room, right? Totally. Within a few days. For sure.

"Awesome," Emira replied, giving a little huff to make the last home stretch that much easier. Dropping her things, not literally of course because she had lots of cool and kind of but not obscenely expensive stuff with her, she made her way back into the conversation. Cally seriously looked like she was in her early to mid twenties. There was no way this chick could teach a class. But she did. Emira didn't mean that in a bad way. It was simply the fact that Cally seemed so young. Or that Emira was getting older. That time was passing her by like nothing. Emira didn't even quite feel at home here. It hadn't sunk in that this was to be her new place of residence. Her mail would come here. She wouldn't be woken up by Zlatko's ten million billion decibel alarm clock. Emira wouldn't be able to exaggerate and pester him about his million billion trillion decibel alarm clock. If she did that to someone here it would just be awkward. She didn't take the time to really let things sink in. It felt like a summer camp. That's really what it felt like. It wasn't even summer.

Emira briefly recalled one of the times she felt truly happy with Zlatko. They had somehow acquired tickets to a broadway show or some other place like that. Zlatko had his "contacts" or whatever, probably high school buddies, and they got two tickets, front row. She had seen the play Our Town. Now, she was a smart kid, definitely. But that play just... Wiggled itself into her brain and she could never get it out. She always thought of it in times like these. When something big happened. She had to appreciate the little things or, in eighty years or eighty minutes, she would end up in her grave, wishing for nothing more but a second chance. Emira hadn't bothered to look at the people she had seen to see if the needed any help with anything. Emira didn't stop to see what kind of air freshener the taxi was using. Emira didn't bother to do much of anything when Rory was on the ground, bleeding half to death. Why? Society would have found it weird. And Emira was just too much of a skeptic. And too lazy. If she hadn't been born a lazy skeptic then she would be a saint. A true, bonafine saint.

"I'm Emira," she replied, still grinning. Emira made a promise to herself that she would start new. Tomorrow, probably.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=NOON
TAG=CALLY&RORY
WORDCOUNT=623
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=It's cool, guys~
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL

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