Beatbox's Room

Ben finally found a room. He entered hoping that he hadnt taken sombody else's but after walking all day he was glad to have a place to relax. He sat his suitcase on the bed and began to unpack his clothes into the dresser. With all that put away it was finally time to make this room his own. He started hanging all the show bills and posters he had collected from the numerous shows he'd been to in Cincy and Memphis. When he was done his wall was covered with Non-Phixion, Blackalicious, Mos Def, Kweli and others. Each poster holding a different memory . He put the cd's he'd brought with him, or rather the two massive books under the nighstand by the bed. Finally the room was starting to look like home, or at least as much as it could under present circumstances.

Ben started looking at the posters as a thought occured to him. He'd heard that mutants sometimes took nicknames. He never really knew why , but he figured that the anonymity was probably a huge factor. Thinking about his interests and the nature of his powers, what he thought would be the perfect nickname struck him: Beatbox. A smile spread across his face. He wondered if others would think it sounded good, he wondered what the others would be like at this place, he wondered what that Danger Room business was all about. Most importantly , however, he wondered where he could catch some grub....