[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FFD9E9]Allison Andrews[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/SsDgzCoT96gGk/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=FFD9E9][b]Location[/b][/color]: X-Mansion
[color=FFD9E9]{[/color][i]"Now what do I do?"[/i][color=FFD9E9]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]

Allison was bored.

Life moved on since the events of last year. Plenty happened. She went back home to be with her parents for a time. It took convincing on her part to allow Professor Xavier to allow that, given how she reacted during the mission, but she assured him she could keep her emotions in check. She was sure he had some way of monitoring her as she went away, but that didn't bother her.

What bothered her is what she dealt with when she came back. Oshea's funeral was held. She didn't catch anyone, but she knew they were looking at her. Seeing how she would react. No one spoke anything other than to offer condolences to his friends.

Friend. Sure, she was a friend of his. But there was more to it than that. More she never got to say. More she regrets never saying. She thought long and hard and she blamed herself. But she also blamed others. She knew no one could have prevented it, but she could have prevented it. What good is seeing the future if you can't prevent things like this? Marygold also separated the teams. If she hadn't, would he be alive? Deep down, Allison knew it wasn't her or Marygold's fault, but she let her mind wander to the idea that it might be.

And not to mention this Mutant Registration thing going on. She didn't want to think about that.

So here she was, pacing down the halls of the mansion, looking for something to do. The newbies were being trained so it was near empty. She wanted something fun to do. She wanted to let out this energy that wanted to burst out of her.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ED455F]Sara Grey[/color][/h1][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/de8d897978ce265be34d42460340e87f/tumblr_inline_o9kn5tgj3D1rifr4k_500.gif[/img][hr][color=ED455F][b]Location[/b][/color]: X-Mansion
[color=ED455F]{[/color][i]"Look at me, I'm Wolverine. I'm a badass with a thing for leather."[/i][color=ED455F]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]

When Sara was allowed to come to the Xavier Institute, she was excited. She maintained this though. It wouldn't have been cool to jump around her room shouting. But she felt hopeful. Excited even! Her parents were worried, but that was their job. She wanted to control her power. Use it to help.

So when she was told she would be training fairly soon into her introductions with Wolverine, she was anxious but excited.

That quickly died down.

Wolverine was no pushover. He worked them hard. Sara thought it was because he was sadistic and liked seeing the newbies squirm. It probably didn't help matters that she copied his powers and grew her own claws out of her hands and started mocking him as he talked. She was punished, along with the others.

Now she sat on the ground, ready to pass out. The other new guy, William, she didn't know all too well. Nice enough, she supposed, but she was curious about him. It was a shame she was too tired to even breathe a word out. She would have to get to know him later. Perhaps during dinner. Or as she collapsed in her own bed.