Alex had spent the better part of a half hour with the tutor, asking dozens of questions regarding her time as an x-men and being a leader. For comfort, Storm had created a benched table with chess pieces for them to sit at as they talked and moved pieces. Most of the replies were suggestions on where to look up things and who he should study rather than direct answers. That is until she held up a hand to stop his next question. [color=Black]"If you leave right now, you can make it to the library to pick up Sun Tzu's art of war as I have sent a message to the librarian to pull the book for you. And still make it to your first period class. I refuse to answer any more questions until you have finished the first section: Laying plans."[/color] Alex rolled his eyes and stood up from the constructed seat with a smile. As he did so, the danger room melted back into its base form before the robots attacked with no sign of scene or simulacrum. [color=aba000]"Great, even the tutor is giving me extra homework. Thanks, Storm."[/color] He broke out into a jog to the locker room for his bag and didn't even bother to change shoes as he picked up the pace with a renewed vigor. With the gripping Tabi, he took off into a full run across the field and up the library brick wall. It wasn't a great wall scaling, but it was enough for him to take the bricks up to the second floor patio and slip inside. The library was open aired three floors of rings of learning, crossed by catwalks kitty-cornered with easy access to each floor by ramping walkways in a double helix around. The topmost floor reserved for fiction had a glass ceiling to let the most natural light in with the most reading seats and station in various levels of comfort to accommodate the lazy loungers in stuffed chairs or the rigid reader with hard benches and high walled tables to block everything out. The second floor he had entered in by the balcony was for non-fiction with warm wood paneling to not seem so claustrophobic with more rigid topics of facts and truths of the world. Making ones way down to the first floor is where they kept the computers under stringent watch and electronic monitoring or the few thing unable to be removed from the building. The students were starting to mill and get up from their tables as the general feel of dread from first period got them going to class. He was trying to flag down the librarian to get the book when he saw a pretty and petite brunet still looking for something in the aisles. She seemed to be the only one there not reading, in a library, which made her stand out just enough for him to risk her attention. Perhaps she was a library aide [color=aba000]"Excuse me, Do you work here? Have you seen the head librarian or anyone else working here?[/color] He was still in his tanktop with camoflage coat tied around his waist. He had taken a moment when he got his duffel to toss the twin tomahawks inside with his boots so he still had on the single split open toed shoes. He wasn't wining any fashion shows at the moment but at least he didn't stink, he used a cologne made from 'Geosmin' to react to his natural bacteria. He literally smelled like fresh turned soil the more he sweat. The pages of the books were so many... it didn't even interest Amarie one bit. She sighed before closing the book, looking around the library to try and find something for her to do. Amarie couldn't think about her parents.. and even if she did, her powers might get triggered, eventually bad things would happen around her. Everything around her was quiet.. not many people were in the library because she couldn't sense none of them around. Amarie walked over to the section where the books about mental abilities were, she'd spot a book about Empathy and how to control them. A book wasn't really going to do anything to her.. it all depended on how she wanted to train her abilities. [color=pink]"Damn it!"[/color] Amarie swore while slamming the book on the bookshelf, her hands were on her hair and just as she was about to leave. A manly, deep voice came from behind, quickly, she turned around noticing a guy standing behind her. Amarie took a step back, bumping into a chair but she didn't honestly feel anything all that there was in her head was the guy who was standing before her. He looked really good, strong muscles and his hair was beautiful. Amarie closed her eyes while her fingers wiggled a bit as if trying to control her emotions. [color=pink]"Not here, Amarie.. please not here.."[/color] She slowly turned away from the guy before speaking in a quiet tone, her accent seem to be showing off as well. [color=pink]"N-No.. I'm not a librarian. I'm a student.. and what are you doing here....?"[/color] Amarie asked before grabbing the bumped chair and plopping on it while staring at the bookshelves. Her sense was getting stronger, nothing of lust, but more of sensing other people's emotion as they walked inside of the library. She shook her head, placing both of her hands on her head before quietly whispering to herself while rocking back and forth. Now was his turn to take a step back with hands raised in the universal peace gesture. His copmom had told him countless times about the bad things that happen to girls and to watch out for signs of PTSD like her wiggling fingers. Slowly he crouched until he was on his knees as she turned her back to him and started to rock while holding her shaking head. [color=aba000]Its a library, I'm here for a book before first period, American History. I'm Alex.[/color] He was keeping the information in small bursts, nothing too complicated as she seemed to be having a fit. So many people get headaches from their powers or fucked up pasts it’s no surprise she is having some sort of attack. For him, because his is a physical mutation, his bones burn and muscles cramp or spasm like a grand maul seizure victim who can lift a quarter ton. [color=aba000]Do you need medicine? A specific help? Do I need to go away?[/color] No no no, there was no way that this was happening to her right now. All she wanted to do was to get away from the students to try and take some time on her own but now this handsome teenager just appear out of no-where and speaks to -her- that was so unexpected and made Amarie want to glomp him. [color=pink]"N-No. No no no. It's fine.."[/color] she'd say before slowly standing up from the chair while making her way over to Alexander. Half of her face was covered by her beautiful brunette hair, though, she simply pushed her hair back to reveal her full facial expression. Which was a simple smile with her left hand extended right in-front of her. It has seem that now she was getting in-control of her empathic abilities. Amarie bit her bottom lips while staring into Alex's eyes as she spoke in a calmly tone of voice. [color=pink]"My name is Amarie... I'm so sorry of what you saw back there... it's just. I have this ability that makes me sense and feel other people's emotions. And I don't have them controlled as of yet so I tend to stay away from others... but you... aren't feeling anything.. and I do not need no medicine.. I'm fine....[/color] Amarie offered him a small smile while she stared at his eyes.[/center] As she rose up from her chair to approach him, he slowly stood up as well, he was only half a hand-span taller than her so neither one was breaking their necks for eye contact. The way she had her hair over one eye reminded him a bit of Jessica Rabbit for a moment and all that entailed. But the moment passed as she moved the hair and bit her bottom lip while looking up at him while holding out her hand to him. He took her offered hand with a smile but raised an eyebrow at that comment, surely he wasn't emotionless like she said. He was just in risk assessment mode when he thought she was in danger. Wasn't it? He'd always been taught to look at everything as options or tools, including people. It’s how you survive. Mentally he tried to let himself relax with a thumb stroking over her first knuckles so of course the first thought in a teenage boy's mind bubbled up to the surface as he takes a second look at her wardrobe and physique. A tone goes off overhead from the speakers, its soft but unmistakable ring of a grandfather clock. Crap he was going to miss history if he didn't go, and he didn't get the book! The mental walls came back up as he tried to map the fastest place out of here and to class. But he didn't let go of her hand just yet. [color=aba000]"I'm sorry but I got to go, I've got history with Finn. Do you have class or is this your free period?"[/color] Amarie couldn't stop staring at the guy in-front of her. As their skin touched, there were a few things that Amarie thought about doing with this guy. Nothing sexual or anything though. Amarie pulled her hand back to her side, as she smiled at Alex before hearing the bell ringing. It was time for her class of the day, since she had missed the other class today, Amarie couldn't miss this one as well. [color=pink]"Oh.. yeah.. I have history as well with Finn. I'm guessing we can go there..?"[/color] she'd say with a smile before taking a few steps back away from Alex, wondering what they were going to do next. [color=pink]"Oh! I forgot."[/color] Amarie turned around, getting the book that Alex needed for his next class. It was closer to Amarie's table, so he was pretty lucky to have found her. She walked over to the guy, handing him the book before speaking in a nervous tone, and this was the first time that Amarie has ever gotten nervous around a guy like himself. [color=pink] This is the book... that you needed for our upcoming class. But we should kind of go now before they mark us late.."[/color] A small smile formed on her face, as she walked towards the door with hopes that Alex himself was following her. The silence was anything but awkward as she took her hand back and stepped for some space as that smile of hers never faded. If she had the same class as him, that meant he couldn't run his 'minute mile' or do the encouraged parkour without piggybacking her or the like, that pulled a lot of routes off the table. Or did it? She came back to him with a book, it wasn't the 'art of war' his tutor had asked for, but it WAS the library copy of the American history textbook he'd need in a minute, he didn't have time to pop off at his dorm or his locker. She just saved his bacon! Her voice seemed to flag a bit as she spoke up again about them having to go. As he took the book from her, she led the way out of the library and he did not mind the view of walking behind her. Tucking the book into his duffel, the obvious kindness struck his mind as he picked his bag back up to leave.[color=aba000]"So, since we don't want to be late. Can I carry your books for you?"[/color] There was something about Alex that surely made her act a bit nervous, she hasn't done that around anyone just only him. Why was it exactly...? Probably was because he is the first guy to have ever spoken to her without actually wanting to touch her or something. Amarie smiled at Alex, admiring his gentle nature, it was nice to see that he was a gentleman. [color=pink]"Mmm? no no no. It's fine.. Alex. I can uhh manage to carry them myself. But thank you for your nice gesture. You are very sweet..."[/color] she'd say with a smile before walking out of the room. Sweet was a start, at least he didn't intimidate her, he just needed to keep his walls up; it seemed to comfort her if she can’t be in his head. He could guess it’s like a radio, listening to everyone's thoughts all at once would make anyone lobotomize themselves. People with mental discipline like him are probably a moment of silence in the never-ending noise. * It was just any other day, as drab and boring as any other, another day to be walking through the endless hallways of the academy, enduring mindless chatter with her classmates. But that was quickly changed soon as Alex appeared. Amarie wasn't possibly in love with Alex or anything. He just seemed to be there and it actually changed her ways of thinking. Guess not everyone in the academy is a stupid pothead, but then again Amarie didn't exactly know everyone in the academy. But their emotions did change her to think that way. And now they walked towards the classroom, Amarie pulled down her dress a bit since it was too high up, since her dress was short and obviously some of these boys have no self-respect. Walking along behind, he saw she kept pulling on her skirt to lower the hemline. If she picked out the outfit, why would she keep trying to fix it? He got his answer in a threat assessment sweep at three identical guys all but drooling at the brunet. He popped open his survival kit in his pocket and emptied the contents into the fabric of his pants. It was all cursory wrapped in a hankerchief he can use for string or firestarter so it should stay contained until the end of class. A flick of the wrist and the one ounce of material flew from his hip to smack the blond in the middle hard enough to make his head snap back. The other two broke their eyes from her to see their friend with a bloody nose from an...Altoid case? Chuckling to himself, he followed in a little closer to her as he put the bag on his shoulder, subconsciously showing off his muscles in a protective manner behind Amarie with the bag adding breadth to his frame. He held the door for her to go in first and two others before he got the opening to get inside before the bell rang. * The classroom was as eclectic as the teacher, he was an older man that reminded Alex of hellboy's dad meets Einstein. The seats were arranged in arced circles like a rainbow or a spiders web and each table had some sort of memorabilia on its surface on to of a stack of papers face down. Most of the other kids were manhandling the things on their desk and there were only a few seats left, but only two were side by side. One had a [url=https://img0.etsystatic.com/023/0/7455113/il_570xN.495946716_3i52.jpg]Rubix cube[/url] and the other had a [url=http://www.fillimena.com/images/neck477x204.jpg]Quill necklace[/url]. History with Finn. Amarie -hated- history and she didn't know shit about it. It wasn't that Amarie wasn't smart, she is. She's just not focused and doesn't put much effort into something that she doesn't care about. Amarie already missed one class, she doesn't see the point of going to school where they were going to teach the students a subject that 'normal' schools could teach. [color=pink]"Mmm. So, do you uhh want to sit together in class? Or perhaps they assign seats? It would be nice to sit next to you, s-since I know you and wouldn't want to be alone... and stuff.. but uh, what exactly is your power? If you don' mind me asking."[/color] her eyes slowly went onto his muscles, she stared them for a good of couple of seconds. It made her look a bit creepy, but knowing Amarie, she already was compared to what other students look at her as. She quickly snapped back to reality as her eyes went back onto Alex's waiting for his response. [color=aba000]"Sounds good to me, Amarie. Two by the window."[/color] He smirked at the rhyme and took the lead now to stake his claim by setting his bag down on one seat to save it then take the other beside it, moving his bag out of the way when she came to sit and trying really hard to not look at the hem of her dress as she sat. He avoided the low hanging fruit of sitting at the American necklace and went for the puzzle instead. Besides, he could tell it was a tourist necklace by the thinner bands. There is no-gender distinction in most jewelry, but the number of bands can denote what would resemble rank or importance. There we no set rules and it varied from tribe to tribe. [color=aba000]"As for powers... I'm perfect."[/color] He broke into a wry chuckle and held up a warding hand before reprisal as his eyes so dark a brown they edged on black looked into her hazel gaze. [color=aba000]"Alright, that is a bit of an exaggeration. I'm faster and stronger than normal humans and it seems to be still growing. When I first got discovered, I was twice as fast and strong as someone of my size. Now it's four. Before my awakening I could bench three hundred, not a record breaker by any means. Now I bench twelve hundred and can literally go a mile a minute. I also have the standard durability that comes with super strength so I don't break bones when I lift things."[/color] [h2][color=fdc68a]"As fascinating as that is, Mr. Xavier, this is American history, not mutant history. That will be discusses next semester."[/color][/h2] Alex jumped a bit as the professor loomed over him with the bushy mustache and smelling of old leather. Satisfied that he had everyone's attention after that embarrassment, he began to wander up and down the rows or aisles of the students, clearly his wandering nature was the reason for the desk arrangement, there was no 'front' or 'back' to hide from him. [color=fdc68a]"Good morning class, I am Professor Finn and this is American History. Today we are going to start things off by learning about YOUR history. Before you is a piece of my collections and under that is one hundred questions, I want to know about you. Today's assignment is simple: each day, for the next fortnight, you will answer ten questions in class. You may choose to not answer ten of them for personal reasons, after that treat the remainder as hypothetical. After those ten question are answered, you can leave. But, here is the catch, someone else must ask the ten questions on you and write your answer down in their hand on your sheet. You may pick the same person ten times and develop a repertoire with someone else or you may spend each day getting to know a little bit more of everyone else around you. But for today, ask ten and you are free to walk out the door. I see we are at an odd number of students today, so I shall offer myself as someone to be asked or you may gather in groups and round-robin ask of each other."[/color] He took a moment to reach up and take a grimy goblet made from a human skull off the book case and sip from its contents before speaking again. This theatrical gesture made some students gag. [color=fdc68a]"Mmm, cherry. In addition, your only homework is a fortnight project on the object on your desk. Not knowing this when you sat down, you may trade with someone else, but I prefer to think you chose your chairs based on what interested you on the desk. By next Freya-day I want one full page, times new roman, double spaced. You may begin and you are dismissed."[/color] With that, the teacher took a seat in a student chair with a penny as its object of attention and turned over the pages to the assignment. [hider=100] 1. Who is your hero? 2. If you could live anywhere, where would it be? 3. What is your biggest fear? 4. What is your favorite family vacation? 5. What would you change about yourself if you could? 6. What really makes you angry? 7. What motivates you to work hard? 8. What is your favorite thing about your career? 9. What is your biggest complaint about your job? 10. What is your proudest accomplishment? 11. What is your child's proudest accomplishment? 12. What is your favorite book to read? 13. What makes you laugh the most? 14. What was the last movie you went to? What did you think? 15. What did you want to be when you were small? 16. What does your child want to be when he/she grows up? 17. If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? 18. What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? 19. Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? 20. What would you sing at Karaoke night? 21. What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? 22. Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? 23. If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? 24. If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? 25. Who is your favorite author? 26. Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? 27. Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? 28. In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? 29. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? 30. Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? 31. Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? 32. If money was no object, what would you do all day? 33. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? 34. How would your friends describe you? 35. What are your hobbies? 36. What is the best gift you have been given? 37. What is the worst gift you have received? 38. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? 39. List two pet peeves. 40. Where do you see yourself in five years? 41. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 42. If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? 43. What would you do if you won the lottery? 44. What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) 45. What's your favorite zoo animal? 46. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? 47. If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? 48. How many pillows do you sleep with? 49. What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? 50. What's the tallest building you've been to the top in? 51. Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? 52. How often do you buy clothes? 53. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 54. What's your favorite holiday? 55. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? 56. What was the last thing you recorded on TV? 57. What was the last book you read? 58. What's your favorite type of foreign food? 59. Are you a clean or messy person? 60. Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? 61. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 62. What kitchen appliance do you use every day? 63. What's your favorite fast food chain? 64. What's your favorite family recipe? 65. Do you love or hate rollercoasters? 66. What's your favorite family tradition? 67. What is your favorite childhood memory? 68. What's your favorite movie? 69. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? 70. Is your glass half full or half empty? 71. What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? 72. What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? 73. What was your favorite subject in school? 74. What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? 75. Do you collect anything? 76. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? 77. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? 78. Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? 79. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) 80. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? 81. What do you do to keep fit? 82. Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? 83. If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? 84. Who was your favorite teacher in school and why? 85. What three things do you think of the most each day? 86. If you had a warning label, what would yours say? 87. What song would you say best sums you up? 88. What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee? 89. Who was your first crush? 90. What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? 91. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? 92. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? 93. What was your first job? 94. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? 95. How many languages do you speak? 96. What is your favorite family holiday tradition? 97. Who is the most intelligent person you know? 98. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? 99. What is one thing you will never do again? 100. Who knows you the best?[/hider] As Alex explained his powers, her eyebrows perked up with interest his abilities were far better than hers was and he actually knew what to do with them and had information about his abilities. Amarie in the other hand didn't control her powers, she was a bit off with them. [color=pink]"I am really interested in seeing how you show off your abilities...."[/color] Amarie smiled at Alex while biting her bottom lips softly as she turned her head to take out the books and her binder out of her bag. It was time for the teacher to start their classwork, and even a soft giggle escaped her lips when the professor called out Alex. Amarie looked up at the professor as he was instructing his students with the upcoming activity that they had to do. The project didn't sound so bad, and to be honest.. it was a good thing that they were going to do this. It was a perfect way for the others, to get to know each-other well. The empath could feel pride and embarrassment rolling off of him while his walls were down. Alex didn't answer at first as he turned over the 100 questions and pulled out a mechanical pencil from his jacket still tied around his waist. Self-consciously from being pointed out by the teacher, he used the retrieval of the pencil to put his jacket back on over his bare arms and goggled a bit from the many questions, taking time to read over them all instead of just the top ten. As he looked them over, he put his pencil between his teeth like a bit & bridle to concentrate, showing off pearly whites and a purple keloid scar that ran down the middle of his tongue from about an inch back to the tip. [color=aba000]"Maybe after class I can show them off for you?"[/color] Amarie's cheek turned slightly pink as she heard Alex speak about showing his abilities to her. It was the first time that she would see someone else showing off their powers to her, a soft giggle escaped her lips as she cuffed a string of her brunette hair behind her ear. He watched her bite her bottom lip as he finished scanning the questions but tried to keep his wall up as he went over some of them a second to see what he would have to treat as theoretical and which he would have to avoid. Finally, he looked back up as he took the pencil out of his mouth to ask her: [color=aba000]"So, want to do each other?"[/color] Eyes go wide and he face-palms himself at how that came out, embarrassment boiling off his skin now. He let the moment pass as he put his walls up for her. [color=aba000]"You know what I mean, right? I'll as you the ten then you can ask me my ten, instead of back and forth. You don’t have to ask me the same ten back but if you want to get this over with we can do that too."[/color] To be honest, he hadn't realized just how personal he could get with her with some of these or his own answers. Amarie reached for a pen and paper but quickly stopped as she listened to what Alex said about the two of them 'doing each-other'. Her eyes widened as a cough escaped her lips, she tilted her head to the side while staring at Alex. It was really awkward for him to have said that to her, but at the same time.. it was so adorable. Amarie laughed quietly before speaking with a nod, as if accepting his offer. [color=pink]"Yes, yes; we can totally do each-other."[/color] she teased him before staring at the questions that he has given to her. Amarie cleared her throat as she got ready to answer all of his questions, [color=aba000]What really makes you angry?[/color] [color=pink]"What really makes me angry.... it would have to be... bullies. I dislike others bullying younger or weaker people."[/color] This made Alex smile as they already had something in common. His parent’s situation made him an easy target growing up so he spent most of his time in the office for fighting bullies. Not even his own bullies, just bullies in general. [color=aba000]What is your favorite book to read?[/color] [color=pink]"I like to read witch-craft books."[/color] [color=aba000]"As in historical and religious, or clearly fantasy and fiction? Are you Pagan?"[/color] It wasn't on the paperwork, he just wanted to know. His biological mom was Powatan and he grew up hearing the stories of his people while his mama was mexican catholic. [color=aba000]Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? [/color] [color=pink]"I would rather go to Hawaii.. just because it's a beautiful place and I always wanted to go to the beach."[/color] He jotted that down, picking hawaii as well in his head for vacation but alaska if he had to do any survival training. Vacations are for relaxing and he couldn’t focus in a paradise like that nor could he relax in freezing temperatures. [color=aba000]What is the best gift you have been given?[/color] [color=pink]"I have never gotten a gift before."[/color] He looked up at her like she grew a second head before writing that down, that would have to be something he fixed soon, everyone deserved a gift from someone. Would a nice buck knife be considered a bad gift? [color=aba000]How many pillows do you sleep with?[/color] [color=pink]"Just one pillow.."[/color] Then again maybe just a second pillow would be a good idea. [color=aba000] Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence?[/color] [color=pink]"To be honest... I'm not that intelligent.. and I am not that good-looking.. so I'll say.. I would prefer to trade my look for the intelligence. I prefer to be smart."[/color] He nodded with an approving smile that they had another thing in common as he wrote it out. Mentally he disagreed against her self-demeaning statement but kept it to himself [color=aba000]How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out?...Wait, Santa isn't real? I thought he was a really old mutant like apocalypse.[/color] [color=pink]"I never believed in Santa..and I think he is...?"[/color] Another to jot down, his moms had explained Santa a few ways to him over the years, but the upsurge in mutants gave them his answer that Santa had powers, just like him. Tt was a great comfort and something he planned to use if the situation ever came up. [color=aba000]What three items would you take with you on a deserted island?[/color] [color=pink]"My teddy-bear... my clothes... and food..."[/color] Clearly she wasn't a survivalist like him, but at least she remembered food and protection from the elements. Now he knew she has a teddy bear. [color=aba000]Who was your first crush?[/color] [color=pink]"I have.. never had a crush before..."[/color] [color=aba000]"Really? Boys, girls, Moviestars or musicians? No one you ever liked but never told you liked them that way?"[/color] [color=aba000]How many languages do you speak?[/color] [color=pink]"I just speak one language..."[/color] [color=aba000]"So where does the accent come from?"[/color] [color=pink]"Well, I speak russian but not that much... it is why I have this accent.. heh.."[/color] Amarie's face was already looking like a tomato, literally, her face was red from the questions and he was the only one who knew most about her. As she gave him the papers, she cleared her throat and asked him the questions for himself, with a bonus question just in-case he wasn't too confident in answering them all; This was actually a very exciting project for them to do and to be honest, Amarie couldn't wait to hear Alex's answers! Her eyes closed as she took a deep-breath, feeling Alex's emotions, her fingers wiggled a bit before slowly turning her head towards the prideful mutant. [color=pink]"Oh...? Someone feels pride but then embarrassment at the same time.. I wonder why...? I'm not the headmaster or anything. Just a regular girl who wears dark clothing...."[/color] He watched her blush and smirked a bit, growing comfortable in her presence, but that soon paled as she poked holes in his emotional state. Now it was her turn to put herself forward as she pulled her hair away from her face to get ready for the assignment. Now it was her turn and she was blushing furiously at his questions but she could center herself as she probed him, with her empathy she could probably tell if he was lying or not. Damn, that would make her a great cop. [color=pink]"Alright! So! Who is your hero?[/color] [color=aba000]I have a couple, both of my moms because one is a cop and the other is a fireman. Even without powers they risk their lives. For superheroes, I like Captain America cause we both have a lot of the same powers, but he got his as an adult and I've still growing into mine. Someone pointed out to me there are many Native X-men, so I'm going to find out more about them.[/color] [color=pink]What do you do to keep fit?[/color] [color=aba000]Exercise, I run in the morning but Mr. Pierce has me doing freeunning now, it's like Parkour. After that I do weights in the Gym or else use my truck for lifting. I don't do swimming though.[/color] [color=pink]What are your hobbies?[/color] [color=aba000]Well I'm a doomsday prepper, I always read the survival journals like "how to identify and eat wild flowers" and stuff like that, so for me I love camping and hiking. I spend time at the shooting range, I prefer the Taurus Judge .45 for handgun and the Mosberg 500 for shouldered pieces. And I tinker with my truck once a week.[/color] [color=pink]What is your biggest fears?[/color] [color=aba000]Like actual Phobias? I can't swim, so I avoid deep water more than three feet. For the more out there stuff? I'm always afraid of when I hear about the things like New York cause my moms say my dad died on 9/11.[/color] [color=pink]Where do you see yourself in ten years?[/color] [color=aba000]Well it depends on what happens to me. If my powers level out without any surprises, I'll probably be ten times as strong and fast as a human, so I'll want to do either the x-man thing or else be a firefighter like my Mom.[/color] [color=pink]What is one thing you will never do again?[/color] [color=aba000]Try to keep a pet skunk. Smart as dogs, clean as cats... But the smell never really goes away.[/color] [color=pink]Do you collect anything?[/color] [color=aba000]I'm always picking up stuff people leave behind to find a second use or survival function for something. I can turn a milk jug into an outdoor toilet paper dispenser with a knife and a chopstick. This leads a lot of people to call me a 'garbage digger' or 'eco-warrior' Like Danny, one of the people on my team. But, fuck'em-Er, sorry. So yeah, I collect survival stuff so I have a knife collection too. Um, anything not survival, I collect animes, sort of.[/color] [color=pink]Are you a clean or messy person?[/color] [color=aba000]I try to be clean and I'd like to say my room is clean. But my hobbies are filthy, so let's say I am organized but grungy. [/color] [color=pink]If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be?[/color] [color=aba000]Washington, Lincoln, Kennedy, Clinton and show them where their dreams for this country went wrong.[/color] [color=pink]What really makes you angry?[/color] [color=aba000]Like you had said: Bullies. I found out about my powers when stopping some bullies gang up on a kid.[/color] [color=pink]Who was your first crush?[/color] [color=aba000]Not to sound creepy, but probably my aunt, Tia. She's ten years younger than my Mama and ten years older than me. First time I met her I was 13 and this 23 year old came running through the house in a Bikini with a sarong to give me this big hug. It was a strong impression and I followed her around the house like a puppy for a week before she straightened me out.[/color] Alex was surprised he found himself speaking so freely about some of this stuff. He had meant for simple answers to simple questions, but something about her made him feel okay to open up. The hazel eyes and long brown hair didn't hurt the sliver of pride trying to impress her. But she answered hers and he answered his. Amarie was seriously interest in what Alex had to say, he was good-looking very sexy and his voice was perfect for his looks. It matched him well. As he started answering the questions, she couldn't help but to blush while her eyebrows perked up of how interesting his answers were. Amarie started to feel closer to Alex, she felt safe... she felt as if finally she had a friend that they could talk about anything. And more importantly, Amarie felt comfortable. [color=pink]"Haha, you had a crush on your aunt? That's so adorable!"[/color] she pinched his cheeks when the word 'adorable' came out of her mouth. Amarie giggled slightly before speaking once again, running her fingers through her brunette hair while ruffling a bit;. As the two finished their little team-work project, [color=pink]"Come on. We should talk more."[/color] she'd say with a bottom lip bite. Amarie grabbed her things and stood up from her chair, she fixed the skirt part of her dress a bit before motioning Alex to follow her outside before bumping into one of the students. The student was a male and he obviously craved some incredible lust towards Amarie while he stared at her. Amarie's eyes widened, feeling the emotion running through her body as her eyes quickly moved over to Alex, she walked over to him before placing a hand over his left cheek. Slowly, her head leaned forward to plant a very passionate and sexual kiss on the lips. As soon as the lust student left the classroom, the emotion left with him, thus making Amarie come back to normal. Her eyes widened, as she took a few steps back.. It was so embarrassing and now how the hell was she suppose to explain to Alex? He did know about her powers but it just happened too fast! [color=pink]"No no no, this cannot be happening.."[/color] and she ran out of the classroom. Alex watched her face, trying to read the empath with what his copmom taught him about facial ticks and body language. He had noticed the way they had leaned in on each other as they talked over all the other voices of people sharing themselves. All in all it was quite intimate in more than one way to have shared all of this. Then the tenderness getting jarred a bit as she pinched his cheek. [color=pink]"Haha, you had a crush on your aunt? That's so adorable! Come on. We should talk more."[/color] As she moved to leave, she bumped into someone else, a male metamorph who was growing thick rows of spikes over scaly skin. There was a physical jolt in her movements as she looked around the room in overwhelmed confusion once before locking back on him. He had just looked away to gather up his things when he stood and found himself eye to eye with Amarie and a hand upon the same cheek she pinched a moment ago. It was his turn now to blush as she leaned in and kissed him passionately with more flicking of the tongue that he was ever expecting from someone like her. He heard the huff and loud bang of someone knocking over a chair then the door slamming open, but that was nothing to the whoops and catcalls from the other students at the PDA for all to see. Just like it had come, it had left. She broke the kiss just as he had the wherewithal to try and kiss her back and left with empty space and a horrified girl staring at him like he killed her cat. Next, she was out of the room behind the horny-toad. Alex stood dumbfounded for a moment before professor Finn burst out. [color=fdc68a]"After her, you foolish boy!"[/color] Oh, OH! Right! Off Alex ran after the empath, leaving his bag behind. His footsteps growing more faint as he ran south down the hallway... only to be heard running back up the hall and down the other way as he had gone left when she went right.