Teachers' Aide
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Male and I've made 49 posts
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Post by Apollo de Costa on Sept 12, 2015 5:21:30 GMT -6
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>> ftm >> mutant >> 21 >> teachers' aide Apollo enjoyed sunbathing; it was relaxing. Not many people liked to balance themselves on the roof long enough to soak up some rays; most of the people he frequently saw up there were flyers, or having heart-to-hearts with other people. A few students, like Apollo had once been, shared his proclivity in power side-affects, and liked to bask in the sun to boost their mutant ability. (Thankfully, nobody had caught the roof on fire this year - yet.) The reclusive nature of the spot made it appeal to the tan teachers' aide, so even when he wasn't sunbathing, he liked to climb out of his bedrooms' bay windows. It was a small task to lever himself onto the roof from there - as long as he didn't look down, or think about the ground too much, and how much it would hurt if he slipped and fell, he was fine. The skill had come back to the young aide easily - even after moving from Xaviers' as a high-school graduate for a couple of years, it was the work of minutes to remember his mental map of the mansion, and its' quirks he'd discovered.
His old room now belonged to a different pair of students; Apollo had passed by it on his first day back, taking a tour of the place on his own. He wondered if the noticed the patch of discolored wall he and his roommate had had to re-plaster in their junior year, or the squeaky floorboard by the bathroom door?
Letting his mind drift, Apollo stepped carefully around the hot tiles of the rooftop and sat on the edge of the towel he'd brought along with him, spread out in his usual place. During the winter months he wouldn't need it; but right then, with summer slowly letting its' grip go in Salem so fall could take over, it was still a little too hot for him to sit on without some help. Besides, he wasn't a student anymore; they might not care if they got stray tar or dirt on their clothes, but he certainly did. Putting his arms behind his head, Apollo sighed as he got comfortable, stretching his legs out. He was high enough up on the roof so they didn't hand over the edge; unless someone was a few feet away from the overhang of the residential building, and looking up, they wouldn't see him. Or, of course, unless they also decided to climb out onto the roof - even if his mutation had decided to behave for the time being and wasn't making him look like a walking, talking beacon of Halloween, it was hard to overlook a whole other person. Considering some of the students he'd worked with so far, he wouldn't put it past a few - if their homework answers were any indication, anyway.
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Post by Laura Kinney on Sept 12, 2015 7:58:00 GMT -6
Got to open my eyes to everything I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems, without a thought, a voice, a soul. 
While students seemed to come and go, and times seemed to change the school itself always seemed to stay the same to her. She had come and gone a few times, tried to live her own life separate from the X-Men or the X-Force. Even after the team was technically disbanded when Charles had died, she still tried to live her life away from it. But it was definitely easier said than done and Laura always seemed to find herself coming back here after every adventure she embarked on. The familiarity of the place just soothed her soul and, while she would never feel completely at home here, this was as close to a home as she had.
She had never really thought she would ever come back to this place to actually work but, after having a child, it seemed like a possibly good idea. She hadn't been there much for her kid as he grew up, and, honestly, she still didn't feel ready to be an actual mother. How could she when her life had been such a twisted path itself with no real way of knowing how to raise a kid. Whilr her own mother had tried her best, the Facility hadn't really provided the most loving of environments. She had always worried about what she would do if she did something wrong. So rather than mess up, she just wasn't there too often. But with her son teaching here as well, it had given her a sort of push to get a teaching position. Besides, with the skills she had, she knew that she would do well as a teacher here.
Which brought her back to her original train of thought. How this place didn't really seem to change. The spots she used to hide out at when she wanted to be alone were all still there. She supposed it was impossible for some of them to actually go anywhere though. Like the roof. It had always been a good place to climb up to so she could hide out and think. Even now, teaching here, she still found it to be a good place to relax. She had been making her way up to it when she caught the strong scent of another. The scent was fresh, so strong that she was pretty certain they were still there, actually. And it wasn't an unknown smell, either. No, she knew it all too well and, for a moment, she just hung off the edge, thinking about dropping down again and leaving him be. But she couldn't just avoid him. All those years weren't going to get fixed if all she did was avoid, after all. So she pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the roof. "Come up here often?"
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Teachers' Aide
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Male and I've made 49 posts
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Post by Apollo de Costa on Sept 12, 2015 13:31:14 GMT -6
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>> ftm >> mutant >> 21 >> teachers' aide
Apollo didn't hear Laura climbing onto the roof; he was too busy daydreaming, relaxing in the feeling of the late summer breeze, of birdsong and the distant chatter and noise of teenagers. No explosions, he noted idly, a positive still took for granted. Given time, he would have relished the lack of burnt ozone in the air; barely a month back in the mansion-turned-school, Apollo was still geared for normal, human, non-explosion-y schoolkids. (Nevermind the ninja mother, robot-laser security system, or alien tech that powered the backup generators for the school grounds; those were background thoughts.) The shield-generating mutant lacked his mothers' learned and innate skills - and he was distracted, another hit to his awarness. So when Laura decided to pull herself onto the roof to avail on him for family bonding time, it was a toss-up on who to blame for the young man bodily flinching, jerking into a sitting position, and almost over-balancing and falling off of the roof.
One heart-stopping moment of terror later, Apollo had flailed, righted himself, and was only a half-foot further down the rooftop than he had started - more or less level with Talon, now. She looked as nonplussed as ever - or maybe he was just bad at reading her expressions. A lifetime's worth of scattered, inconsistent memories would do that to a person, after all, he thought with not a small measure of bitterness. "Thanks for the heart attack. Because I need more stress in my life." Apollo croaked, one hand balancing him against the roof as he moved back to his original spot - the other pressing against his heart when he spoke, in a small fit of dramatic pique. Back in place, he sighed, then looked over at his mother, enviously, eternally young as she was. As much as he took after his father, he was still clearly related to Laura as well - although most people nowadays would think they were siblings, not mother and son. If he ever had kids - not likely - she would almost certainly outlive them, and their kids, and probably their kids, too. Oh, well. At least someone would keep the scrapbooks in order.
"I usually come up here to relax." He added, pointedly looking away, out towards the length of grass that served as the side-yard the roof overlooked. Trees and artfully-pruned bushes were scattered here and there, a thin gravel path winding across the lawn that got rougher as it trailed into the small forest beyond. Rumor said that there was an old cabin back there, somewhere, but if anyone had ever found it, he'd never heard. Rumor also said that there could have been somewhere around five other Summers' brothers, too, and Apollo doubted that pretty seriously, too. One long-lost sibling was enough for any family, in his opinion. Not that he was one to talk about strange families... And his clone mother wasn't leaving, either, meaning he was probably stuck with her for a while. Trying to muffle a surge of irritation, and telling himself he might as well be polite, Apollo gestured to the swath of roofing tile next to him, relenting enough to glance at her.
"Please stop doing your gargoyle impression?"
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At Xaviers' School for the Gifted, teachers are getting ready to accept new students and old into the halls, while not-quite-retired X-Men gather at the mansion as well. With an uptick in mutant gene activation, the Brotherhood is eagerly scouting to recruit new members to their agenda of mutant supremacy.
