Lance Alvers (lancealvers) wrote in mutanthigh, @ 2009-01-19 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | avalanche, cyclops, nightcrawler, sprite, xavier |
Who: Scott Summers, Robin Taylor (NPC foster father of Lance) Lance, OT Kitty, Kurt and maybe X at some point please?
What: Touring the school.
When: Tuesday 20th January 2 in the afternoon
Where: Xaviers
The family car had pulled op, in one of the parking bays. Robin Taylor, looked directly at Lance and smiled. “The place doesn’t look too bad huh sport?” He said, trying to keep the conversation cheery, despite the fact that the closer they had got to the school the more sullen Lance had became. He could guess what was going through the teenagers head, but really they were not trying to palm him off on someone else and this was just a visit. If he really didn’t like it there, then he didn’t have to stay, and they had no intention of having Lance be a full time boarder at the school either. At the moment it was simply the only alternative they could think of, Lance wouldn’t go to school, he was already on a suspended sentence and in the end if he didn’t start showing up to one school or another, he was going to be permanently taken from their care.
All Robin got in response from Lance was a grunt, and him pulling the hood up of his jacket over his head. Robin sighed, but he was not yet willing to give up on the idea. The school brochures and all the information that Robin could find on the place led him to believe that Lance would have a better chance here than anywhere else. The fact that when he’d called the place they were willing to take Lance on without wanting any kind of schooling fees paid, made it seem all the better to Robin. He’d made clear they’d known of Lance’s past indiscretions, of the boy’s needs as far as his learnt bad behavioural problems were concerned, even told them about the incident at the baseball field, which hadn’t seemed to surprise them at all.
“Tell you what, if you still hate the place after we’ve looked around, we’ll go home and never mention it again, sound like a fair compromise?” Robin asked, but he was still really not getting anywhere. He and his wife had had Lance in their care for the past four months. The boy was slowly coming around, even trusting them a little, only it seemed this had set them right back to where they’d started. Robin did think perhaps it was also due to the fact Lance would not be able to be around his foster brothers, who for whatever reason Lance had bonded with really quickly. Maxwell having downs syndrome, being a few years older than Lance and Colin who was roughly the same age, but suffered with muscular dystrophy and was already wheelchair bound.
“You know if you do decide to stay here, I’ll still come and collect you each weekend so you can see your brothers.” Robin tried that one, it was a last ditch attempt, as he was sure that Lance had heard the conversation with the social worker, where she’d threatened to take him back if they couldn’t get his school attendance to an agreeable level.
When Robin said this, Lance unfastened the seat belt and opened the door, pulling himself out, without making a single comment. The hood was tugged down over his face a little more and Robin could only imagine what kind of expression Lance was sporting upon his face.
They were soon greeted by someone who introduced themselves as ‘Mr Summers’ and shown around the place. Lance didn’t say a word to him either, just peered at him angrily from beneath the hood it seemed he was more than happy to keep permanently glued to his head. Scott could be a good spokes person for the school and if he didn’t have a bee in his bonnet about one thing or another could be extremely amicable. He talked, didn’t seem at all phased by the fact that Robin seemed to be more interested in the school than Lance was, but it was pretty much to be expected really. He gave both Robin and Lance a rundown on what the school offered, making sure to mention that Hank was a well known and acclaimed scientist, as that tended to be what parental types liked to hear, even if not so much the children.
The tour was coming towards an end, and whilst it was normal for both parent and child to meet Xavier, Scott had realized it probably wasn’t the best of things to suggest just as of yet as far as Lance was concerned. Nothing he had shown the boy seemed to perk any kind of interest and Scott was at a loss for what else to try and provoke some kind of reaction out of Lance. Robin seemed to pick up on this and turned to Lance, “why don’t you walk around on your own for a few moments, see if there is anything that you’d like to study if you decide to come here?”
Scott realized that was probably a good idea, maybe Lance would wander into one of the other pupils, see that others had a hard time of it, and therefore wish to stay around for a while. Anything really at that point was worth trying, as Scott had also been informed by Robin on the phone that there was a chance Lance would be placed in one of the city’s orphanages once more and Scott had had a bad time as far as such an establishment was concerned.
Lance just nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and not a single word passed his lips. Yes he was suffering from the whole abandonment thing again, yes he did believe that Robin just wanted to get rid of him, no matter how genuine he sounded when he said he wasn’t going too. As far as Lance was concerned, it was best to show and act like you didn’t care, then they couldn’t really hurt you, when they tossed you away. Though it did hurt, it hurt every time, because you just knew you weren’t any good, and no one was ever going to want you. Not even your own mother, not that Lance even knew anything about the poor young girl who had given birth to him, but still he was not like Gambit, he hadn’t been found by a huge gang of people that looked after him, no one had ever stuck around Lance for longer than … well four months and he was at his allotted time now.
He made his way dejectedly out of the building and hung around in the grounds, picking up stones and dropping them into what he guessed was a fish pond. It didn’t however keep his interest all too long and before he even knew it, he was picking up bigger stones and throwing them at the fountain, each throw getting harder and more precise than the one proceeding it, he was intending on breaking the stupid looking piece of junk, even if it was actually nothing of the such and was in fact quite an attractive piece of art. However, it was just a bit of junk that needed to be broke as far as Lance was concerned, as broken as he was, yes everything needed to be as broken and as messed up as him, then everything would be the same and everything would make some kind of strange sense.