[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ed145b]Eliette Theriot[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/v5v31a8v5/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] Xavier's Mansion[/center][hr][hr]	Ellie was standing in the corner, tossing a marble up and down. As it went up, she'd speed it up and cause it to nearly hit the ceiling, slowing it down just in time to prevent it from doing so. She'd then give it an incredibly slow descent, throwing another marble up in the process until she was practically juggling them. Today was a good day for Ellie. Or in her mind, a positively brilliant day. She had been one of the longest ones living at the mansion, having arrived exactly two weeks ago. She noticed that Charles was irritated sometimes with her grammar - or lack thereof - and that Erik was amused by Charles' irritation. 

	She also had figured out all of the best places to go sock sliding in the mansion and had found that if she jumped on Charles' bike and gave it a subtle push in momentum, she could control its speed in order to do trick riding. It had resulted in her crashing into a tree and being covered in scrapes and bruises, but she hadn't cared. It had been fun! She couldn't help but roll her eyes - which were currently a brilliant red - as Charles suggested people would need help with their abilities. That didn't apply to her. She had learned how to control her powers the hard way on the streets, using them in order to get by. 

	[color=ed145b]"Bien sûr, mon ami, mutants ain't gonna feel welcomed when they're treated like shit,"[/color] Ellie pointed out. Her tone was light despite the weight of her words. She herself had nearly been burned at the stake by her brothers. [color=ed145b]"And I'lls be goin' with Erik, think I've got a handle on my powers."[/color]