Storm (calm_ofstorm) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-10-12 10:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | aurora |
The wrong energy (Open)
The tips of her fingers tingled.
It was an unfamiliar feeling though she knew it just the same as she had always known it. There was something amiss, something awry in the atmosphere and despite it worrying her greatly, Ororo was curious by it as well. She wondered at the signs there, the unseen clues and markers. She wondered if anyone else felt them like she did and she doubted that thought instantly. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
She glanced around at her surroundings. There were young people talking and laughing. Some were curled over books, or in small groups studying in the grass. The environment was welcoming and familiar but not one she knew. This reminded her of Xavier Institute, and perhaps this was some different version of it. These youths could be mutants, she could be surrounded by people that knew the struggles. But she was nothing if not cautious. It wouldn't be wise to just approach them and begin asking such loaded questions. What if these people had never heard of mutants before? What if they hated mutants? Wanted to hurt them...or her...no it was much safer to assess the situation first.
Ororo had woken up in a dorm room. There had been a vacant, empty bed across from hers. It seemed that she had not been assigned a room mate as of yet, which was alright with her. The campus itself was large, vast and filled to the brim with life. Her blue eyes did another sweep of the quad, searching for anyone she might recognize. She knew she probably stuck out, her white hair, dark skin and blue eyes were all significant factors of her makeup and they tended to be more recognizable because of their uniqueness.
The modern clothes she wore had been provided to her. But she was without her lock picking kit, which was unsettling. She could get by without it, but it was like a security blanket of sorts. She felt incomplete without it nestled close to her body, concealed from sight.
"Oh my god, I love that shade! Who does your hair?" A girl nearby inquired. Ororo forced herself to smile, and lifted her fingers to the long white strands. "Oh, um, I don't have anyone that tends to it." She replied, hoping that was a sufficient enough answer. "So that's your natural color? Wicked!" The girl breathed, grinning. "Catch you later!" Then the girl was gone, leaving Ororo looking confused. She wasn't a stranger to teenagers and odd lingo, but this whole thing was just weird.
Her hand slipped from her hair and in to a pocket of her tight-fitting crimson colored skinny pants, and she withdrew what looked like a class schedule. Was she a student here?
Making her feet move, the cork wedges she wore made light pattering noises as she moved down the sidewalk towards the front of the institution. She needed to get to the bottom of this. She needed more information and the Faculity office seemed like a good place to start.