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03-14-2012, 08:24 AM
Paul was happy enough to sleep in, it being a Saturday so when he briefly awakened and saw the early hour, he just turned over and went back to sleep.
The teenage girl was unsure at first about where to go; she'd lived her whole life in a laboratory and had only been taken outside briefly. She stayed sitting on the fallen tree and watched the sun come up as she thought back over her life... X-23 was her name, or at least, the name that the people in charge had given her. The woman who was her surrogate mother however had called her Laura, but this had to remain a secret as X-23 was designated to become a living weapon. She had been isolated from other children and discouraged from playing, instead being trained to fight, spy and move about stealthily. When she was twelve, something happened to her that changed her life forever. She was immersed in a vertical tank full of fluid, wearing breathing apparatus and a one piece swimsuit. Bands of a metal called adamantium were around her body, with extra pieces strapped to her hands and feet. A sedative had been pumped into her, and she was too weak to move. Then it happened. The pain was indescrible as the metal was bonded to her skeleton and X-23 screamed. Just as she thought that the pain was too great and she would surely die, the process was completed. X-23 healed physically from the process; her mutant power was special healing power. Now, tho, she had two claws that came from the back of each hand and one claw that shot from each foot. She could sheaf and unsheaf each set of claws at will. They told her that she was a clone of a mutant named Wolverine; that twenty two tries had been made before they'd succeeded with her after abandoning the idea of making a male clone. Apparently, the Y chromosome from the DNA sample was too damaged. Just like she was... but she was going to make this Wolverine pay for the suffering he had caused her.      
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03-15-2012, 02:07 AM
Unable to contain herself any longer, Kitty padded downstairs, looking for someone, anyone, to talk to. Along the way she passed through the kitchen, picking up two pieces of toast and a glass of juice, before finally arriving in one of the more commonly used lounge room of the mansion.
Scott was already up, reading through a newspaper, though he didn't look as though he were paying much attention, Kitty noticed. He was pretty much absorbed in thought. The younger girl giggled, knowing only Jean could snap a ponderous Scott out of such a state. Well, Jean or Logan. 
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03-16-2012, 04:40 PM
In fact, everyone had pretty much resumed their daily routines by the time, even the teachers. Storm had taken a walk in the mansion's gardens and Wolverine was nowhere to be found. This wasn't saying much though, when he wasn't teaching/torturing the younger X-men he usually disappeared.
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03-17-2012, 09:07 AM
A canine wandered inside from the back and transformed itself back into Rahne; she sometimes felt the need to wander about in her wolf form.
At that moment, however, she was done with that, and wanted to go see Paul. 
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03-17-2012, 06:06 PM
Angel stared at the TV and sighed heavily. He had contacted his parents, who had agreed for him to stay at Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted, and had agreed to send him money. However, Angel's girlf was unable to accept his mutantcy and had dissolved the relationship. Try as he might, he was unable to push aside his feelings for her.
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03-19-2012, 06:44 PM
Storm had just returned from her walk, and on her way to her room she caught sight of Angel sitting by himself in front of the television. Giving a small sigh she made her way over to him. She knew things had been hard for the young mutant, and Storm wasn't one to sit back and watch people suffer.
"Is everything okay?" she asked, taking a seat next to him. "If you want to talk about it the Professor and I are always around. Even Logan is," she gave a small smile, "though perhaps his approach isn't always the most suited."
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