則 Nori (electrician) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-05-14 10:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | surge, wind dancer |
Who: Nori Ashida and OTA!
When: Friday, 14 May, just before lunch.
Where: Coming out of Xavier's office and immediately getting turned around.
What: Nori's finally come back to Xaviers, this time managing to actually get inside! But buildings are confusing and she's lost. :(
It had been barely over a week since Nori had given up on controlling her powers on her own and had started on the drugs again, and while that had helped her with the control issue, the scary symptoms had immediately come back: shakes, twitching muscles, blackouts. They were getting worse -- or maybe that was just in her imagination, but it felt worse, anyway. She'd swallowed her pride and her fear of arrest, and had gone to one of the places in Mutant Town that were quietly advertised as safe houses for mutant teens, staffed by humans and mutants alike. It wasn't comfortable, putting her trust in these people, but if the choice was between trusting others and being permanently damaged or killed by her drugs, she knew which one she'd rather have.
There was an older mutant woman there, a low-level telepath who told Nori she split her time between this place and New York City social services, who'd encouraged her to go back to Xaviers. Despite her hesitations and her fear of another encounter like the one with the boy who'd used his powers to hold her trapped and helpless, Nori finally agreed, and armed with the advice the woman had given her (stay on the drugs to keep herself under control, stay calm and talk out her problems instead of running, ask for Charles Xavier and explain that she came from Mutant Town, don't use her powers against anyone no matter what, be polite but persistent and don't let the students push her around), she'd gone back. Xavier knew she was coming -- she'd had the telepath 'phone ahead', though in her case there were no actual phones involved. Whatever. The point was, she was expected. The headmaster had even offered to send a teacher to pick her up in the city, but Nori wanted to go there on her own power, on her own terms.
It had been terrifying to walk up to those gates again, and even more so when she'd heard a voice in her head -- Xavier, she figured out rather quickly, putting his thoughts into her head, giving her directions to his office and inviting her to come in. It took all the courage she had to step inside those intimidatingly-heavy doors, find her way through the empty halls to the telepath's office, and then knock, but it turned out that was the hardest part. The old man in the wheelchair hadn't been at all what she'd expected, and neither had his welcoming smile. Nori had been excruciatingly honest with him -- about her life on the streets of Tokyo and San Francisco and finally New York, her status as an illegal alien here and her fear of being deported, her drug dealing and drug use, her lack of control over her powers. She got the feeling that even if she hadn't told him everything, he would have known it anyway one way or another. And to her great relief, she was still welcomed into this school.
She exited Xavier's office with a lot more confidence than she'd entered it, clutching a few papers in her hands, among which was a map with the route to the girls' dorm helpfully marked. The headmaster had suggested (not unkindly) that she might want to clean up before lunch, and she'd agreed. Now the only issue was going to be actually getting to the washroom; it had been a long time since Nori'd had to navigate indoors, and while she could find her way around the tangle of the New York streets and alleys without even thinking about it, buildings were different. It was only moments before she was lost down one of the seemingly endless halls here, turning this way and that to try and get her bearings. "Great," she muttered under her breath, and stopped in the middle of the hall, turning the map around in her hands uncertainly. It was very obvious that she was new and lost, and her only hope now was that someone would stop and take pity on her -- well, that and that it wouldn't be that angry boy she'd met her first time here.