Because Of You Who: Dazzler; open When: Friday, August 10th, 2007 Where: Xavier's; foyer What: Arrival. Someone's got a stalker. Status: in progress Rating:PG-13
What she didn't understand was how the hell the guy had the means to do what he did... showing up at each stop on her tour. It was apparent he was a mutant. He knew where she was all the time, and not by looking at her tour schedule. Alison was more than just a little irked that he could get around as quickly as her band did - city to city. St. Louis to Dallas in twelve hours, with time to spare was the trip that had gotten her goat. There was a lock of her own hair in her dressing room when she arrived at the stadium - which meant he'd been in after the PR guys or whatever. Creepy. But that had been a week ago, and her final show had gone off without so much as a security breech. After the show, however, her limo ride to the hotel had been much more eventful. She'd only seen the back of his head when the partition was brought down, but she knew it was him. The kidnapperish driving tendencies hadn't hurt, either. Brad, her lead guitarist was the only other person in the limo, and at risk of harming both herself and her bandmate in an accident, she decided they needed to stop the damned car. She let out a scream that could've been damaging to her career and a rippling force of light went directly through the partition and knocked the fucker out as they whipped down the highway off-ramp. They went into the field of weeds that lined the main road, only hitting a wire fence in the process. Before her heart and stomach settled, and she had a chance to crawl out and face the bastard (or at least kick his unconscious ass), a sentinel had dropped down, followed by a team of police and emergency vehicles. Brad had called 911 the first time their 'driver' had spoken to them. But Alison wasn't a fan of press - good or bad. She would've preferred handling the situation on her own, despite what her label head and agent had suggested.
Somehow, the prick escaped. Sentinel, cops, Dazzler and all. He got the fuck away. Since her tour was through, she reluctantly agreed to go into 'hiding'. Little did she know, the safe place they intended to stick her was a school. For mutants. Young mutants. She saw them outside playing basketball in the damned drive.
And here she stood, eight tons of luggage around her feet, an unlit cigarette between her lips, reading glasses sliding annoyingly down her nose (Christ, car rides were boring and Westchester was plain). Who the hell had even let her in? This place was like the damned Haunted Mansion ride. "Hello?" Maybe (hopefully) class was in session. Heh. "Jesus, let there be an elevator." The staircase before her was massive and seemed to stretch on toward the 10th floor - or however many were in this place.