It was only five hours into his first day at Professor Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters and Kyle Phillips had already made his prediction of blowing up the microwave come true.
"Damn it!" He grunted, his fingers wiping away the black soot. Yesterday, he was terrified to even touch anything electrical or gas-based, which was impossibly hard in the multitude of cities and suburbs in Australia. He had moved to the Outback on his 21st birthday with his father and sister, the trip almost impossible without the use of vehicles that would explode if he went near them. It seemed like an eternity, but they found the perfect place and had begun to settle in... that was, until that massive black plane appeared.
The people onboard talked to Kyle's parents, told him of the school, a place where he could be safe. It wasn't long before Kyle found himself in a rubber suit, strapped into a seat and watching the little farm in Victoria's countryside suddenly becoming nothing more than a mere speck. When he had arrived, he was asked to close his eyes, which he did so obediently. Moments passed and he was guided down what seemed like countless hallways and endless corridors. Finally, he felt the suit removed and he let himself open his eyes to his new home.
That afternoon was more exciting, much more, as Kyle became used to being surrounded by kids, teenagers and others his age who were like himself in many different ways. However, he remained away from the main building, staying on the outskirt of the parks and such. Eventually, as the sun began to set, he decided to finally return to the dorms. If he was going to become used to his powers and to this new life, he had to stop hiding.
And so, here he was, grumbling as he stood by the shattered remains of the dorm's microwave, ignoring the laughs and snickers from the other students. Suddenly, the sound of something flying through the air whistled into his ear, making him turn his head towards the sound on instinct. The object, a spitball made of ice, suddenly erupted into shimmering snow as a small bolt of lightning destroyed it. Kyle was not in the mood for bullshit.<|im_end|>
For eight of her nineteen years, she'd been at Professor X's school, and that was how Hannah liked it. When she started showing her powers right after puberty hit, she'd been labeled a freak - someone different - but here at the school, everyone had some kind of difference, and it made her feel like she belonged. That sense of belonging was all Hannah had now; her family had died in a car crash only a year after she had come to the school. It felt odd at the time, but the pain and loss felt detached, like it happened to someone else, as her family was here at the school now.
Shaking her head to break free of her reminiscence, Hannah heard Professor McCoy tell them that their chemistry lecture was over. With her thoughts and mild remembrances disturbed, Hannah grabbed her bags, shoving her books and homework assignment into the pack before heading out into the grassy Quad between the buildings. Everyone seemed to be talking about the new mutant who had been brought to the school, apparently he had some kind of talent with electricity or gas, something like that. Not really caring at that point, Hannah decided to head off towards her dorm and the meetings between the RAs and the Dorm Head for her building. Most people probably would have been aghast at the way the students practically ran their own accommodations inside the dorms, but they housed students from the age of five or six up to the students who usually would be at University studying up to postgraduates. Most of those older students usually ended up either working at the school or to protect it and the humans.
Sitting through the meeting for the next hour, Hannah fought to pay attention when suddenly she was told that the new boy was her responsibility. Groaning at the fact that he was on her floor and down her hall in the dorm building, she decided that she'd need to talk to the new boy soon, lay out some ground rules and get him settled in as few incidents as possible. With that in mind, she gathered her things yet again and left the room. As soon as she stepped outside, she saw several students laughing at someone in the buildings communal kitchen, and even saw one of the students flick a ball of ice at whoever had caused the commotion inside. Looking around, she realized that there were none of the other RAs or the Dorm Head, and it was up to her to sort out the problem. Storming her way over to the mob, she tried to see over, around, and through people as her 4'11" height gave her trouble. Her tiny nature had been problematic before, but her skills with her powers had earned her a reputation to be feared. When one of the older boys in the group laughing at the exchange between the mutants in the kitchen saw her standing there, he immediately made way. Admittedly, her image did seem a little frightening; her black elbow-length gloves covering her hands, a tight-fitting black and purple shirt, the sleeves billowing out and coming down to the middle of her forearms, a pair of tight black fatigue pants, black leather coat slung on her arm, and shiny black boots that came almost up to her knees with big silver-colored buckles on them and the purple and shiny silver streaks in her naturally black hair offset against her lightly tanned face and storm-gray eyes only added to the effect.
Making sure that she never came into skin contact or eye contact with anyone, Hannah worked her way through the crowd which now had begun to part before her. Stepping into the kitchen, she dropped her bag and her coat down on top of it, and put her fists onto her hips. What the heck is going on in here? There was ice on the floor, the microwave looked like Logan had come back and put a cherry bomb in it, and static electricity was crackling through the air.<|im_end|>