[center][h3][color=lightpink]Rowen Davis[/color][/h3][/center]

It was just a normal Thursday afternoon.

She was walking around her section in the restaurant she worked at, dealing with the public. She loved and hated the job. She made decent money every night, but she hated being treated like a dog, being groped and flirted with, and especially being stiffed.

While in the side room, the room where the servers go to curl in the fetal position and cry about their lives, she noticed brief movement. Curious as all hell, a trait that usually placed her in trouble, she followed the motions outside in the alleyway.

[color=lightpink]"Must have been one of the line cooks going for a smoke. Figures, with a packed restaurant."[/color] Before she could walk back in, a man stood in front of her and blocked her entrance. Normally she would have dealt with him, but he was different. His blue skin was evident and he gave her a smile. "Hello Ms. Davis. My name is Kurt, but I believe you may know me as Nightcrawler. I need your help."

Stunned into silence, Rowen merely looked the man up and down. She heard the name before, how could she not? The news was lavished with pictures, articles, words detailing the X-Men, a group of mutants teaming up to help the planet that hates them. She took special interest in their developments, being a mutant herself. She wanted to be brave like them, to stare adversity in the face and go out and help others despite receiving little to no thanks.

But she couldn't bring herself to. She stood up to bullies through school, got in fights, slapped a few guys who got fresh with her, but she could never go back to that night in college. The riot that formed, chanting her name and other things. Freak. Diseased. Mutant. Among other colorful terminology. 

She didn't want to go back to that. But here stood a well-known mutant, asking for her help.

He continued to smile, "I know, it's a lot to take in. But we need you and your gifts. The world needs your gifts. Please?"

For a brief instance, Rowen just wanted to run away, to turn around and forget this blue man ever came into her life. But she knew better. She heard the news. She knew what happened. She mourned in her own way to a man she never met before, but who she felt she knew personally. She nodded at the man, [color=lightpink]"All right...let me get my section covered.[/color] Kurt shook his head, "We don't have much time. Plus, you may not be needing your job after you hear what I have to say."

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She has never been teleported before, but she felt sick to her stomach afterwards. She listened to what the man had to say, she took it all in. He allowed her a few minutes to gather her thoughts, but time was of the essence. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to go with him. And sure enough. Here she was, in front a large carrier about to be whisked away to be trained like the X-Men before her.

Just what had she gotten herself into?