[centre][h1][color=662d91]Christie Rachel Marks[/color][/h1][/centre]
[centre][img]http://i946.photobucket.com/albums/ad306/Royzooka/b599dbe5c79db572b9b26811bd03acc01_zpse7ftztso.jpg[/img][/centre][centre][i]Xavier's Institute: Basement
Interaction: ???[/i][/centre]

Christie was in the basement level already, she was trying to work out and map where everything was. It was hard since not everything opened up to her. She wanted to learn the layout and so was up a few hours before she was even needed. So far she had been down here for a good long while. This was her first time down here and probably not her last either. Being down here felt strange yet cool, not everyone got to come down here or so she remembered the Professor saying when she met him. He was an understanding and caring man and that was one of the few reasons she came to the mansion, she imagined she could fill in for him in some way. Cyclops, Jean, Storm, Beast, Wolverine, and others also made this place even more important to Christie. Though they were gone as well she felt they were a part of her in some way. In fact, Charles Xavier and all the X-Men present signed her autograph book, they were the reason she started it.

Her odd hair was free to dangle and move as it pleased, though new she was asked to be apart of something and so the odd mutant wore her homemade Wolverine based spandex suit. The colours were different mostly, her choice of black, purple and silver were colours she liked and it felt very nice to wear. It did add a revealing figure but that did not bother her, she even had a mask part too. However, it was not actually on her head at this time, it was tucked behind her flowing hair. A big X went across the front and back of the costume, She added it because of the X-Men themselves. Even after all this time she still kind of hated her powers, hair and nail manipulation. It sounded like she was the Meg Griffin of the real world from that episode where they gained powers. She looked at the tips of her sharp metal nails, she was a sort of freak and not in a mutant way either she thought at this very moment. 

The metallic greyish silver colour of her nails and hair were the one thing that stood out, people would stop and stare as if she was deformed or diseased. Her footsteps echoed throughout the basement level, she kept moving through what seemed like a maze of a basement. As she moved she could not tell if she had been here before, everything looked the same mostly. "Maybe this way, I think I heard a voice," she said to herself quietly. She got a few looks when she was on the ground level of the mansion, she was not sure if they were staring at her odd nails and hair or her costume? Either way, they were looking at her like she was weird, she could not even hide her added gift or curse. She was not sure which it was yet. Eventually, she stumbled into to room where several people were waiting. [i]'This must be the place'[/i] she thought to herself. She did not know these mutants powers let alone names since she had only recently turned up.

Her eyes looked over each person in the room, the room was full of good looking people, people she could flirt with. A trait she had since she was a teen. She also had a thing about petting and touching people, she had no idea why but she always found herself doing it. People were either OK with it, offended or were weirded out. Christie thought about taking a Wolverine approach but first impressions did mean something. The newbie soon walked over to those who were sitting down, she did meet Francis Latour a few times before she actually decided to join them. She stayed quite for a moment, her impulses of wanting to flirt with those in the room began to surface yet she tried to resist from doing so. If she gave in she would want to start touching them and then she would be in some weird place with them. Christie was in no way shy, she was just not sure what to say to people who were complete strangers. At least she was standing close to those sitting down.

She dreaded the incoming leer's from the group, but at least she knew she would not get any cruel remarks from them or so she hoped. Mutants were people after all, just they had a gift or curse based on ones view of thinking.