Sam drove his car to the bar, "The Prisoner". The name apparently picked by Charles's friend, Erik, whom Sam had yet to get to know. He seemed like a rather reasonable fella, though. He parked the run down ride, seeing that there was already people inside the bar. He chuckled. "Guess I was late to the party, huh." He'd walk towards the doors, checking his face in the mirror, making sure his hair looked alright, and that his clothes looked nice and proper.

He headed inside, to find quite a few people inside. He didn't know anyone of them by name, but some of them he recognized. He greeted everyone, as he smiled. “Soo.. You come here often?” he said, just as if to try and lighten the mood.

[i]”I do, in fact.”[/i] A voice came from the stairs in the basement, as the short-haired man in his mid 20's walked up, a smile on his face. He was averagely built, the most notable feature about him was the cane he carried, and the limp in his walk. His name was Charles Xavier, the man that had brought them all here. Behind him, a taller, a bit buffer man followed. “And I'm more or less forced to.” Erik Lesnerr said, scoffing.

“Hello there. I'm Charles Xavier. This is Erik, and I'm sure you all have already met Logan. I'm terribly sorry that I cannot lead this first meeting, but there's certain things that are more pressing. You'll be left in the care of Erik, to brief you on why I've asked each and everyone of you.. Extraordinary people to this place.” Charles explained, his voice was soft and soothing, but a hint of worry in it.

“Logan, I need to speak in private to you about.. [I] something[/i]” 

Charles nodded for Logan to follow him up the stairs, where the 'office' was.

Erik took a step forward when the other two headed out of the bar-area, looking at each and everyone of them. His eyes were piercing, much harsher than those of Charles. “ Unlike Charles, I can only guess why you all are here. You're here because you think something's.. Off about you. You can't explain why, but you feel like you're different, like you don't belong. Most of your life, you've probably thought you're alone. That there's no one else out there quite like you. You've spent most of your life playing with the thought of there being others like you, but been let down time and time again.” Erik began, he had a slight European accent.

“Well. You're all here today, because you're not alone - “ Erik said, as he snapped his fingers, and the blinders all covered the windows and the door. He took two steps, and flicked the light switch. “- I'm just like you, like all of you.” Erik said, as four coins started to float up into the air, from the bar where they had laid. “ You know what people call you? 'strange', ' weirdo', ' freak', 'monster'
and the like. Do you know what you are? You're something so much more. You're a mutant, and you've been gifted abilities, for better or for worse. They're your gifts, or they're your curse. That's why we called you here. To offer you our help.” 

Erik let out a sigh of relief, as he cleared his throat, and looked back up at the mutants younger than himself. the coins he had floating in the air all smoothly fell back to the bar where they had been originally. 

He would speak again, his words piercing through the room.

[b]”So will you let us help?”[/b]