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“I educated myself as much as I could. I have about an 11th grade education but i’m street smart. I’d have to probably do some sort of schooling, which I really don’t mind. I would like to try this Academy. I have a feeling it may be a good place to completely start over.” She said, her dark eyes focusing on his face.

“Then ye should do quite well in the Academy, Miss. Not too far from here if ye don’t mind me pointing that out. I came from there, after all.” He smiled warmly at her before he stood up and brushed off his pants. “If ye are done with yer food and drink we can walk around so I can show you the reason why I’m in the Academy. It’s worth a shot to show you considering it’s better than you not knowing it’s me when we meet up in the hallway.”

Leslie made his way outside to feel a small gust of wind push his hair back, spiking it in different cow licks until he looked over at Falcon. “There’s an area with woods not too far away from here, we can go there so I can show you. I can’t show ye here because of all the people around and it might startle them to see me in…well… The way I really look.”

She nodded. "Yep, I'm done." She stood and nodded toward him. "I'd love to see, that'd be great! Let's go!"

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She nodded, taking in what he said. “I can understand that. If someone came from the Academy to the Brotherhood, i’d be a bit suspicious too. The bitterness really comes from being judged I think. And from people. I’m just a bit hard-headed, which I’m definitely trying to change.” She took a sip of her coffee, raking a hand through her short hair. “You may have me convinced.”

“I’m merely tellin’ ye what ye can do, up to you what ye wanna do with ye time, Miss. I am not one to really judge another from their side, there well may be a good reason for their pickings.” Leslie rustled the chocolate brown locks of hair he had on his head before he looked up at her with a small smile. “Though if I may be so bold—there are some people in the Academy that can be hard headed. A girl named Crystal has herself quite the arm on her for slappin’ and I am no exception to what she slaps. Quite the bold girl there we have.”

Leslie grinned and rubbed his cheek a bit until he let his hand fall to his side and rest on his lap. “Her mutation is quite fascinatin’ though Mister Hank helped her with that. Kind man and so are all the professors. Though ye don’t have to go to classes there, I don’t. I already graduated from me college back from home.”

"I educated myself as much as I could. I have about an 11th grade education but i'm street smart. I'd have to probably do some sort of schooling, which I really don't mind. I would like to try this Academy. I have a feeling it may be a good place to completely start over." She said, her dark eyes focusing on his face.

#playby #a new look for the Falcon

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She nodded. “I know a few people from the Academy, and they’re all so wise and knowledgeable, yourself included. Its been really hard, trying so desperately to mature but let go of my past. I was…kind of a bitch. I probably still am, but i’m fighting for my oldself back. I know I was just being defensive.” She said with a sigh. “So, do you hafta do anything to join?”

His head tilted a bit when she called him wise, a cheeky smile curving his lips before he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think of meself as someone that is wise, Miss. Merely telling you what I know from my own experiences.” He gave a faint nod of his head before he furrowed his brows in thought. Do anything? Was there something like that in The Brotherhood? He never thought that places would actually shun people unless they ‘did something’ but he let the thought pass him and he shook his head at her.

“Nothing I can think of, Miss. Merely have to be a mutant. Though I would advise that you not be…as ye said…a bitch to people there. We are very kind though don’t take nicely to those that find themselves in a place to be rude.” He smiled over at her and let his eyes just scan over the room, clicking his teeth against the roof of his mouth before he let out a relaxed sigh. “Professor Xavier shouldn’t turn ye away, though it might be best if ye tell him ye came from the Brotherhood. For such things to slip out later on might hint that ye were tryin’ to spy. I’m a nice man, Miss, though I don’t like weasels or liars.”

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She nodded, taking in what he said. "I can understand that. If someone came from the Academy to the Brotherhood, i'd be a bit suspicious too. The bitterness really comes from being judged I think. And from people. I'm just a bit hard-headed, which I'm definitely trying to change." She took a sip of her coffee, raking a hand through her short hair. "You may have me convinced."

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She sighed, and ran a hand again through her short hair. “I know you’re not, don’t worry. I’m trying to grow up. I used to be in The Brotherhood, but I realized I wasn’t mature enough for a side….so I knew If I were to go rogue, I would be able to work on my maturity by roughing it and forcing myself to grow up.” She sighed, then looked interested. “Tell me about this place. What’s it like?”

“Not to be rude to ye, Miss, but one matures when around people—not when alone. Being alone makes the soul hardened and sour, no good comes from a soul like that. Only darkness can reside there.” Leslie smiled a bit and just nodded his head over at her, his hands placed neatly in the table while his thumbs toyed with one another in thought. He really wasn’t one to know much about places but he figured there was no real harm in explaining it as best as he could. He was a member of the Academy and there was no need to be shy about it.

“It’s a school, ye look very young so I suppose it would work out well for ye. Owned by Charles Xavier and he helps us learn to control our powers and most of ‘em there are mature. Ye go to classes and he lets you talk to him about things. I…well I never spoke to him meself before so I can’t say for sure how he is but many others have said he’s a mighty fine man. Bein’ out here isn’t safe for a girl like yeself.” Leslie bent his elbow onto the table to rest his head onto the palm of his hand. “I keep to meself a lot rather than talk to the others..”

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She nodded. "I know a few people from the Academy, and they're all so wise and knowledgeable, yourself included. Its been really hard, trying so desperately to mature but let go of my past. I was...kind of a bitch. I probably still am, but i'm fighting for my oldself back. I know I was just being defensive." She said with a sigh. "So, do you hafta do anything to join?"

ooc/ I cannot be left in tinychat alone.

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She smiled and took his hand. “Nice to meet’cha, I’m Rose.” She was a little surprised at the feeling, but she made no show of it. “Um yeaah, I guess we’re one in the same.” She said, smiling still. She definitely hadn’t met him before. She would’ve remembered an accent like that. “No, it’s okay, I can understand you perfectly.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, Miss, but what are you doing ‘round here without someone around ye? Don’t seem that safe even for meself..” He smiled a bit and then gulped a bit, realizing the nature of his question might have come off threatening, his hands outstretched to wave. “Not that I’m a threat! Never would hurt a fellow mutant like meself! Just merely curious, not that I’m much of a threat! Me power isn’t what you’d call very good for offensive movements—more for hiding if anything else like I am doing right now.”

Leslie leaned back into his seat and let out a sigh, his eyes averting down to the table. He wasn’t much for being the most amazing social person. He resided in his dorm away from people and only knew one or two other mutants while he stayed in the Academy. Though Emilio made it a point of having Leslie be without his little disguise it was still something he needed when he was out and about. “Are…you lookin’ for a place to be safe? I am not saying it to be rude, Miss, merely saying there is a place I reside in that is quite safe. Nice folk there—the owner of the school is very much like us.”

She sighed, and ran a hand again through her short hair. "I know you're not, don't worry. I'm trying to grow up. I used to be in The Brotherhood, but I realized I wasn't mature enough for a side....so I knew If I were to go rogue, I would be able to work on my maturity by roughing it and forcing myself to grow up." She sighed, then looked interested. "Tell me about this place. What's it like?"

Leave Brohood, they're talking shit about you

#brohood paranoid parrot #oh god i love you guys

Welcome to the side that matters, Sister. Sure things will hopefully make your head clear.

*smiles* Thanks Bliz.

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She looked at him, a small genuine smile gracing her features. “Please.” She motioned to the seat in front of her, trying to keep her mind shut from curiosity.

Leslie smiled and pulled a seat out, sitting down while he leaned back in his seat and looked down at his watch. “Oh—I’m Leslie.” He said with a small smile, holding his hand out over the table. He was fully aware of what she’d feel the minute her hand touched his. The cool and scaly texture of his normal skin as opposed to the normal peachy tone he held at this very moment. It was something that shocked most people and made them stare at him before they shrugged the very feeling off as a mere trick of the mind.

“If you don’t mind me pointing out, Miss, you’re quite like me, aren’t ye?” He asked with a small tilt of his head, a friendly smile still playing on his lips. “A …well…” The word ‘mutant’ was worded through his lips without uttering a single sound. “I’m not a telepath like most might thing I just can feel who is and who isn’t. Most of the people here aren’t one but you are. I feel that much… Is …my accent to hard to understand? I can tone it down for ye..”

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She smiled and took his hand. "Nice to meet'cha, I'm Rose." She was a little surprised at the feeling, but she made no show of it. "Um yeaah, I guess we're one in the same." She said, smiling still. She definitely hadn't met him before. She would've remembered an accent like that. "No, it's okay, I can understand you perfectly."

ooc: Aww, I was going to reply to that open post tomorrow since I had no time tonight..ahh well, I guess. Maybe we could start something tomorrow?

ooc: Really?? Aww i'm sorry! Yeah definitely! You can pick the setting too. :)

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“Looking for—no? Okay…” Leslie held out his hand for a person though only saw them walk right pass him, his head shaking before he just kept his hands in his jeans to keep walking on his way. This wasn’t were he belonged and he wanted to go back to the Academy and feel like himself. He wanted to be able to not hide and merely let his real self out—he was fairly sick of hiding away from all of the people he knew would hurt him.

His feet just led him into the small and daft place his fingertips running through the fake colored chocolate locks of hair before pushing his glasses up the rim of his nose. No one wanted to be the awkward one sitting alone in a dark place, especially not him. A soft and small shiver went up his spine while he looked around and spotted the young girl, walking over to the table before he offered a smile.

“Don’t mind if I take a seat here, do you?” His this irish accent slipped out and his gave a feint wave over to the girl. He could sense what she was—though not the specifics of their mutation. “Don’t like sitting by me self so if you wouldn’t mind a bit of company…?”

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She looked at him, a small genuine smile gracing her features. "Please." She motioned to the seat in front of her, trying to keep her mind shut from curiosity.

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Another day at the same cafe, but after pickpocketing, and Falcon was enjoying a bottle of water and a sandwich. She’d cut her hair with a piece of glass she’d found on the street, and now it was up to her shoulders. Well, that was a change. It stayed out of her face now, which was a plus. She shrugged and felt the jagged tips on her shoulders. It was a different feeling, but she was in a good mood. She’d finally done it, she’d figured out how to keep thoughts out of her head. She’d been rooting around in her mind and suddenly she didn’t hear anyone but herself. She’d immediately jumped up, punching the air. She was trying now to see how long she could hold it up, and she was thinking to keep her mind the only thing present. She didn’t really want to think about the past, so she focused on what she had to do to stay alive. This usually included her just repeating the word “survive” in her head. She’d known for a long time that she had issues with authority. Who wouldn’t, with parents who didn’t care and you didn’t learn how to be submissive? Her parents hadn’t cared whether she was alive or dead. Fayne did, and of course she did. Until Fayne was kidnapped of course. Then her younger savior was gone, and it just left her. She’d been to flustered to admit, but Wyatt and Alkene’s words had hit home with her. She’d never been told as it is, and she was just a defensive kid. She sighed. She really needed to grow up. She noticed someone different walk in and hid her face the best she could. Yep, she knew them, in a past she didn’t care to remember. She mostly missed Alonso. She missed Mystique as well, her kind advisor. Part of her also missed Emilio, but a small part of her. She missed the laughter and fun she had with Alonso, the training with Mystique, and chatting with Emilio. She knew though, this was for her own good. She needed to grow up, and truly be nineteen, and not sixteen. She sighed, and pulled a hand through her now short, black, choppy hair and stared down at the table.

#too lazy to rewrite #I like this post out of the mumbo jumbo in my head

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*shakes her finger at the girl* Now don’t be such a bore, it’s rather unbecoming.

Well wadya wanna know?

*looks her over once more* Well you hardly look boring, prove this to me in other ways dearest.

Like what? I’m a telepath and a lie detector. What else is there to know. I’m really not interesting when it comes to my history. I’m…trying to be a better person I guess. I’m a @#!*% , and I know it.

-opens up her mind, searching- Depends what you want me to say. You're thinking a few things.

#lilly peters cannot read your mind only falcon can

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*shakes her finger at the girl* Now don’t be such a bore, it’s rather unbecoming.

Well wadya wanna know?

*looks her over once more* Well you hardly look boring, prove this to me in other ways dearest.

Like what? I'm a telepath and a lie detector. What else is there to know. I'm really not interesting when it comes to my history. I'm...trying to be a better person I guess. I'm a bitch, and I know it.

#did falcon just admit it?#woah #new ideas