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[color=#BA68A6][b]Location:[/b] The Grand NY Apartments --> X-Mansion[/color][/center][hr][hr]

NYC, the grandest of cities in the whole United States of America.  It had everything from the best bagels, fashion models, coffee on every street corner, and the toughest roaches.  Bobbi had settled for a day or two after coming to the city at the Grand NY Apartments which was a crappy little hotel located in Korea Town and not too far off from the Empire State Building.  It was also cheap as sin, which made the cramped room and shared toilets worthwhile.

Sitting on her small, albeit comfortable, bed she flipped the blue, aluminum 6months NA token around in her fingers.  She was eight months now and if she made it one more she would get a shiny new chip at her next meeting.  With the amount of time she spent handling the blue-chip some of the words had started to rub off.  It still had quite a bit of meaning for her; that she wanted her life to change.  Still holding the chip she rubbed the Venus mount of the hand holding it against the center of her forehead.

Was she really ready to give up a life on the road, doing as she pleased, and fighting who she wanted all to become a pretty house cat?  Bobbi sighed and flopped back in the bed, arms splayed.  [color=BA68A6]"I'll be a part of a fucking mutie hippie commune.  A fancy one.  What if I break some shit?  Vases... noses..."[/color]  She rolled over in the bed and her eyes found the blue-chip again.  [color=BA68A6]"Alright, alright. There's no harm in visitin' I guess."[/color]  Bobbi tucked the chip in the pocket of her leather pants, pulled on her biker jacket, and grabbed her helmet from the end of the bed.  It didn't take long for her to be on her way and swerving through crowded city streets.


What the young woman hadn't expected when she arrived at the mansion was... well, any of it.  She certainly understood the concept of a mansion but it just looked too remarkably large for a mutant to ever own.  Her only personal experiences with others of her kind tended to be among the less savory of sorts.  The grounds of the mansion were well kept and there were fucking trees and flowers and shit.  Bobbi stopped the bike just past the great doors and removed her helmet.  She sat for a long moment, just letting the vision of the mansion flow over her until she felt less overwhelmed by its existence.  Since this seemed to be a good sort of neighborhood what with all the pomp and circumstance, she left her helmet with the bike before making her way up the stairs.  At the door she hesitated... should she knock?  Would anyone hear if she did?  Oh, look, a doorbell!  She pressed the button, shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and watched the door handles expectantly.