|Casimir (Elliot Ashdown) (figliachepiange) wrote in firstclassrpg,|
@ 2011-06-26 01:22:00
Who: Elliot Ashdown and Charles Xavier.
Where: X-mansion,Westchester county.
When: December 26 1962, back dated.
Rating: G, maybe PG for occasional curse words.
Summary: Elliot arrives a day early to her appointment at the X-mansion.
She sighed as she stepped down from the yellow cab, and her leather boots met the snow of New York. She was not a girl who sighed a lot but she was weary from the trip and from herself. Twelve hours above the ocean was enough time for her to do a full rigorous recount and inspection of her life. This was by no means a vacation; it was the possible breakthrough in her life: before mutants, and after them, whoever they turn out to be. Perhaps it was a bit excessive on her part, but she wanted to have her inner landscape in order before entering this new world, which was now in front of her in form of a rather sumptuous mansion.
She paid, and waved off the taxi with a hand gesture, turning around on her heels to meet the grandeur of the ancient building. The blizzard was raging and even with the appropriate clothing she could feel the force of nature coldly passing through her. Elliot could have performed a simple trick to repel the snow from her path, but she was not used to be exposed and could not imagine presenting herself that way. Hence she walked rapidly under the storm holding her umbrella tight as she could and having little time to admire the wet old stone. Even in the early afternoon the sky was dark and clouds covered the entirety of the horizon, it made her a little bit anxious to be honest.
By the time she reached the big wooden doors she was already soaked and shaking a little bit. “I must look like a stray dog” she thought regretting her countenance in the use of her powers. She instantly knocked though she knew that there should be a bell somewhere near but could not bring herself to look for it. So she knocked loudly hoping to be heard despite the havoc that the blizzard caused. She turned around anxiously, a part of her played with the idea of leaving before anyone could answer, but her best sense told her that had she really wished to go, the midst of a storm was not the right moment. So she sighed again and waited.