Warren Worthington III (angelonhigh) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-02-19 20:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, nightcrawler |
Who: Warren and OTA
When: Friday evening
Where: Campus second floor; overlooking the foyer
What: Contemplating his future
No one hated having nothing to do on a Friday night than Warren Worthington III. It wasn't because he was a rich kid who should have a party to go to every weekend, but because the solitude reminded him of his days in boarding school - caged with no future. It was an uneasy feeling and despite his grandiose life goals, Warren wasn't sure which would win out. He was mere months from graduation and was unsure what was for him. College? Business? Staying at Xavier's? The latter didn't seem the most promising, though he wished to stay connected to the school in some capacity.
Though he had applied for college to a few Ivy League schools and was down to single digit days on hearing back from some of these universities, Warren wasn't sure if he would even go. Attending class with ordinary humans, even if he didn't live on campus, seemed positively primal. Warren didn't relish the idea of having to hide who he was and be saddled with the burden of his wings while trying to focus during class lecture.
He had been toying with an idea for some time now, and the more he thought about his future the more Warren realized he needed to do it. Warren needed to out himself as a mutant. Not just to his family, but to his friends, associates, and the entire world. He wasn't going to hide who he was, and if certain schools or jobs couldn't accept him for it? Then he would know those weren't the roads his future should travel.
Times like this made Warren wish he had a better friendship with some of the other guys at the school - to talk things over. He also wished the same of some of the girls, but most of them seemed to have some type of crush on him and Warren's ego honestly couldn't take the chance on being weak and introspective with one of them. Not until there was something more promising of the future, shallow as that was.
Unsure what to do, but probably ultimately going to seek counsel from Hank the next morning, Warren Worthington stood over the second floor banister overlooking the school foyer. There wasn't much activity with school out for the day, but it was an open room that made Warren feel free and the quiet helped him think.