Henrietta hadn’t planned on getting up early, it had just ended up that way. The girl actually woke up at 4:30 in the morning. Now she didn’t have to feel rushed about getting ready at least. The brunette had already showered, dressed, brushed her teeth and hair, ate breakfast, and changed clothes again because she decided she didn’t like her first outfit. She now sported jean shorts and a cute, purple tank top with lace on it. It was currently 6 o’ clock in the morning and she was sitting on the couch, bored. There was nothing to do this early. Most people slept. She wished she was one of those people too.

She wasn’t sure exactly why she was already awake, it had just happened for some reason. Henri’s thoughts turned to her kidnapping and she then remembered having a nightmare about it. Her eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and the girl let out a small sigh. Nightmares were what kept Henrietta from her happy dreamland. The teen glanced at the TV screen that was off currently. She thought about turning it on for a moment, but then decided it would just take concentration, which she had been lacking recently. Even concentrating on a child’s TV show sounded difficult. It’s waaay too early to be up. The girl flipped onto her stomach so she could bury her head in the cushion.

If anyone were to walk in and see her, Henrietta would most likely feel embarrassed. She assumed most people were still sleeping and wouldn’t even know about her head shoved down and her butt slightly up in the air. The girl thought that was a fair assumption because if it had been possible, that’s where she would’ve been. The blue-eyed teen blushed quite easily and having her butt in the air was certainly cause for blushing. The longer the girl kept her head in this position, the more she thought about someone seeing. So, in order to save her pride, Henri rearranged herself into a sitting position. A sigh escaped her lips once again. I’m still bored…

Sawyer hadn't gone to bed yet, not really. For most of the evening last night he'd been in the Living Room with a group of Mutants, eating cookies. Honestly, he wasn't too bitter about the whole Boarding School idea. He'd actually had somewhat of a good time, he had met new people - Mutants, and had learned that maybe Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters wasn't such a Know-It-All Nerd School for freaks. Maybe... just maybe he wouldn't be entirely hateful toward his parents for sending him here. Maybe, just maybe he would actually feel at home here...

Nah, that was stretching it. He may be to the point where he didn't think this place as a hellhole, but a potential home? No, not a chance.

Currently, he was sitting on his empty bed. White pillows and sheets were piled neatly at the end of it and his suit cases were still in a heap where he'd left them yesterday. He was going to unpack later on, once everyone was actually awake. You see, it was only 5:47am.

It also happened to be two in the morning in Seattle, and with his system still wired up to collaborate with his old city's time zone, it was a little hard for him to be tired. He usually went to bed at around four in the morning on any given day... Meaning he'd be awake for another hour or two still before finally crashing for the rest of the day. Honestly? The thing he hated most about traveling was the whole time zone difference. He always seemed to have a hard time adjusting.

At approximately 6:00, Sawyer couldn't take it anymore. Deciding that someone, anyone, must be up now, he opened his bedroom door and made his way downstairs at a speed that was beyond any human's. A few seconds later, he was in the entrance of the living room, leaning on the door frame with a smirk on his face.

There was a girl, she was about his age, and she was in a rather strange position on the sofa. He watched for a few seconds, and once she straightened up again (Actually about a split second before she did so) he sped quickly, fast enough so she managed to miss his entrance - or so he assumed, toward the other end of the couch. "That's a pretty odd form of meditation, if you ask me." was his first words when she finally noticed him sitting about a feet and a half away from her.

Henrietta turned around to see a boy. Not only had he not been anywhere a second ago, he was now very close to her. She let out a little yelp of surprise and then sighed. “You scared me. How did you--?” The girl glanced at the doorway and then looked back at him. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but instead closed it again. Her eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion and her lips were quirked to one side. After a moment of gathering her thoughts, Henrietta spoke. “You’re very quick. Strangely quick, actually.”

She realized he had commented on her odd sitting position. Her face turned bright red and she looked down. “Uh, you saw that, huh? I didn’t think anyone else would be up. I figured everyone was sleeping or...something.” She got quiet. After taking a couple seconds to push her embarrassment deep down, Henri looked at the boy again and smiled slightly. Her blue eyes crinkled and her brown hair fell over her shoulders. “I’m Henrietta Braun, but you can call me Henri if you want. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I moved here from Springfield, Illinois in November. Actually, my mom moved me, but I guess it’s the same difference in the long run.”


The brunette noticed that he must’ve been around the same age as herself and that he was pretty cute too. She hated realizing those type of things about people because it tended to make her blush. When she had met Van and they spoke, her face had turned a deep shade of red. It had happened when she talked to Mr. Stein too, the man who trained her so she’d know how to defend herself. Attractive teen boys or younger men just did in general.

Sawyer actually laughed out loud at the girl. Not only did the scared, confused expression on her face do him in, but the fact that she'd also let out a yelp intensified the humor factor quite a bit. Honestly, he wasn't too certain why she was so confused by his sudden appearance. Weren't they in a Mutant school? Phasers, teleporters, Mutants who could turn Invisible or shrink to a very small size. In Sawyer's case, a Mutant could have the ability to run at an abnormally quick pace, hence the fact that he wasn't seen. Perhaps if she would have been paying any attention, she would have seen something, or felt a light current, but it was quite early in the morning, and she had been in quite a hard position to notice much around her. "This is a Mutant school." he pointed out with a smirk.

"And you're right. I do move quite fast. It's my Mutation. Super speed, that's my thing." he added, his smirk widening a little as he remembered his evening two nights ago. He had been in his first Mutant fight, and to be honest it had been pretty fun. Sure, the competition hadn't exactly been too hard to defeat, even if they'd been six, while Sawyer had only had one partner to help him out. A pretty amazing woman named Meld. He and Meld had made an excellent team, cooperating together without a problem. The thing is, the six Mutants they'd managed to bring down had been drunk. Well, one or two maybe had been slightly more sober, but he and Meld hadn't had much to fight.

All and all, he'd had good experiences with his ability. Not only lately, but ever since he'd gotten them two years ago, really. Sure, maybe not during the first week, but once he really got used to the idea... He always believed that the good stuff about being a Mutant over-powered the bad. Sure, a lot of Humans hate him for being who he is, and sometimes he attracts more trouble than he would have two years ago, but the sheer thrill of being able to run so fast... To know that somehow, you could be able to save people who may not be able to defend themselves. Sure, he didn't have a power that could do too much, at least not yet, but he did have a few tricks up his sleeve. Maybe with a bit of practice...

Shrugging slightly, the Mutant looked at the girl he'd scared for a few seconds. She seemed to become a slight shade of red, which made him laugh a little. Again. It was evident, just by looking at him, that he was in a much better mood than he had been twenty-four hours ago. And to think he had only slept about four hours in the past forty-eight hours. He wasn't tired yet... Still, that was most likely because of the time difference from Seattle to New York City. "Definitely did see it. Don't worry though, you looked pretty hot." he said with another one of his smirks. What? She had her butt sticking out! He was a teenage male... His features remained almost totally emotionless, but it was clear in his voice that he was teasing her. Having a little bit of fun.

There was silence for a short while. Sawyer wasn't entirely sure he'd said something wrong, but he wasn't intending on speaking until she did so. He was a natural flirt and usually girls ate out of his palm, but that was in Seattle. He wasn't in the same environment anymore. He was in a Boarding School for Mutants across the Country... Did I mention it was a school for Mutants? Mutant girls could be quite different from the typical girl he'd been accustomed to. Or maybe she was just not into him... Nah, that wasn't likely. It was most definitely the former, Mutant girls were just weird. Or... maybe not entirely. She was speaking again. Henrietta. Henrietta was speaking again, and to be honest, it was nice to have a name stuck to the face - and butt - now.

"Sawyer. Sawyer Shepherd. I got here yesterday afternoon. Born and raised in Seattle, Washington, if you must know." he decided to leave out the fact that he'd been brought here against his free will and at first, had believed this school to be stupid, lame, full of stuck-up know-it-all nerds and... stupid. "So, you've been here a while. What's the verdict? Am I in good hands?" Ha. See that? A question that was asked in a joking kind of way, yet something he wanted to know all the same. Well, okay not necessarily if he was in good hands... More or less, would he be able to at least have a bit of fun and freedom?

The young man explained that his mutation had to do with speed. Duh. The girl mentally facepalmed herself. “Uh, you’ll have to excuse my lack of common sense. I’m pretty tired.” The girl smiled and then sighed. “I wasn’t able to sleep for some reason. Well, I think I might’ve had a nightmare, actually.” Henrietta leaned into the couch cushion. “I was kind of kidnapped a few days ago and it was traumatic for me, I guess.” She shrugged, trying to play it off as if it wasn’t a big deal, even though it had been. It was a humungous deal, in fact, but that didn’t mean she’d let people think it was.

He had seen her butt in the air. Of course. She couldn’t get away with one embarrassing thing without being seen, could she? That just wouldn’t be any fun. The girl was about to explain herself when he said she had looked hot. She stopped forming any words and just looked at him with her mouth slightly open, confused. She was even more confused when he didn’t show any emotion to tell her if he was joking or not. Henri’s eyes narrowed a little and she laughed. “You have weird taste in attractiveness, then.” Her face was a bit red, but she tried to ignore it.

Sawyer Shepherd. “That’s a nice name. It sounds very fancy.” Henrietta smiled at him and listened to the rest of what he had to say. “Seattle, Washington? I hear it’s pretty rainy in Seattle. And sleepless.” That was a lame joke. That was a super lame joke. Uh, time for a different subject. “Yeah, the Mansion’s great. Everyone here is pretty awesome and there’s lots to do in New York. I have so many friends now, which is weird because I barely had any back home. I was too scared to talk. I was afraid people wouldn’t like me. Since coming here, I realized people I’d want to be friends with will like me even if I am a bit odd at times.” Henri smiled and shrugged. “Mostly everyone I know loves it here. I’m sure you will too. Maybe we can be friends.” She loved making friends. She was getting good at it too. Most people thought she was a sweetheart, probably because she is.

Sawyer laughed again. "No worries." he said. Honestly, common sense usually left him when he got tired as well, so he could understand what she was going through. Well, sort of. At this particular moment, he wasn't tired. So, he couldn't relate right now. "To be honest, I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours hours. I guess it's the whole traveling thing that's doing it. I'm used to being a few hours behind. It's supposed to be three o'clock where I'm from. Really does screw with my sleep patterns." he said, leaning against the sofa, moving a little so that he could face her fully.

For a few seconds, the teen mused over the fact that she believed to have had a nightmare. And then she told him about a kidnapping a few days ago, something that irked him a little. Maybe it wasn't the kidnapping itself, mind you it was pretty bad, but the fact that she seemed fine. She wasn't totally breaking down or anything. Then again, she had mentioned having nightmares. Sawyer was a rebellious, authority-hating guy. He didn't care what people said or did most of the time, he didn't mind who liked him and who didn't.

He wasn't one that got close to people either, yet at that very instant, he wanted to know more about this girl. This was getting him to wonder... How much would this place change him? After not even a day, he was already caring for a complete stranger.

"That's awful. I'm glad you're alright, though." he said coolly, his features remaining expressionless, as if he really didn't care. At least he was still able to have a pretty decent poker face. That had never been an issue for him. It wasn't often that he cared about something, but right now he did. Good thing he could hide it, he wouldn't want people to assume he'd suddenly gone soft. The Mansion could do crazy things to one's personality... At least that was his reasoning as to why he suddenly gave a damn about a complete stranger.

For now he'd let it slide, but perhaps one of those days he could get her to talk to him about her kidnapping. Maybe it would make her feel better... Sure she didn't seem to mind the event very much, but she could be like him: capable of hiding her emotions quite well.

Laughter. “You have weird taste in attractiveness, then.” Okay. He couldn't help but laugh himself, her face was getting red. Again. "Yeah, so I've been told." he joked right back. At the mention of having a fancy name, Sawyer simply shrugged. Okay, so maybe it was fancy, but it was better than his actual first name: Jesse. "Henrietta Braun is pretty fancy too. Nice though, I like it." he commented with a sly smile.

"Yeah, the rain can get tiresome, but I've lived in it forever, so I wouldn't know the difference, really. Compared to New York though, it does sleep." he chuckled, not entirely sure he'd gotten her joke. Whatever though, Seattle was in his past now. He would most likely be living here for the next three years to come, and then some if he liked New York enough. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, but he knew for a fact that he didn't want to live in Seattle. He'd spent enough time there. Mind you, he wanted to stay as far from his parents as possible... Even if they did mean well in the end.

She thought the Mansion was great, and that the people were awesome. Well, thus far he hadn't met anyone who disliked it here... "Yeah, I never had much problem in the friend department. Here though, everybody's a bit odd... If you know what I mean." he winked. "I guess if you want to be friends, we can be friends. Though, I must warn you, you'll probably find a way to hate me soon enough. Most good girls do." It was true, the goodie-two-shoes never liked his type. It was just how things rolled.

It seemed that Sawyer understood that she wasn’t quite awake, which was good. She didn’t want people to think she was ditzy. Henrietta had her moments just like everyone, but she was a pretty smart girl. He explained why he wasn’t asleep and it made a lot more sense to her. “Oh, I see. The time’s a couple hours off from back home, but not anything too serious. We drove here, so I adjusted pretty quickly. I hope you’re able to adjust fast otherwise you’re going to be pretty tired.” Henri smiled at him.

When he said he was glad that she was okay, he didn’t really have any specific emotion on his face. For some reason, she kind of believed him anyway. She had a feeling he was one of those guys that tried to look cool and emotionless all the time. When she saw people like that, she always wondered what had happened to make them that way. Why did they not want people to see how they felt? It was odd to her, but it made her sad. Henri was a very sensitive girl and always wanted to help people who seemed upset about something, but if they wanted to pretend that nothing ever bothered them, she supposed that was their choice.

He laughed when she told him he had odd taste. Henrietta grinned and shook her head when he said her name was fancy. “I’m named after my grandmother. She’s kind of grumpy, but nice enough.” The girl laughed. “My middle name is May. It’s not anything special. Pretty common. Henrietta’s an older name though, so I don’t run into many other 17 year olds with the same name as me.” She almost forgot to add something. “I like your name too. What’s your middle name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Sawyer shared that most girls ended up hating him. Henri shrugged. “Well, I’m not really a hateful person and I think it’s better to try and be friends with someone before I judge them.” She smiled. “Kids used to not like me before they even knew me. They thought I was really quiet and didn’t notice I was there. I hung out with some girls who weren’t very nice to me and I guess I just don’t want to be like them.” Another shrug.

Sawyer nodded. “Yeah. I'll probably adjust in a day or two. I'm sort of a night owl anyway. I'm used to not getting much sleep.” he admitted. Truth be told, it wasn't – at least it hadn't been – a rare thing for him to sneak out of the house at around ten in the evening and come back at the crack of dawn. Then, he would either not go to bed at all, or sleep until the middle of the afternoon, sometimes even later than that. His sleeping schedule truly wasn't normal; not that he cared though. He wasn't sick or anything like that, so as long as he was healthy he would continue his nighttime fun.

Ah, named after her grandmother, that wasn't a strange thing. His brother Presley was named after his paternal grandfather, while his brother Liam was named after his maternal great-grandfather. He himself wasn't named after anyone, imagine. Jesse Sawyer Shepherd. It made him even more of a black sheep in his family, the only one with no significance to his name. Well, apart from his middle name, the name he went by nowadays – Sawyer. Sawyer's mother had been a fan of Mark Twain at the time. Still, it didn't hold much meaning to Sawyer now.

Sawyer smirked a little as she asked him what his middle name was. Did that mean he'd have to reveal that Sawyer was his middle name, and in turn give her his actual name? He shrugged. Whatever, people were bound to find out one of those days. Jesse Sawyer Shepherd was written on the papers he'd had to fill out with his parents before enrolling here yesterday. “Well, technically my middle name is Sawyer.” he confessed. “I sort of stopped using my first name a while back. No reason behind it really, I just don't like it.” he told her. He'd wait until she actually asked what his first name was before telling her.

His hatred of his first name really had no good reason. He had met no one he hated with the name, it wasn't old-fashioned or embarrassing... he just didn't like it... Well, it did sound a little childish, maybe. Definitely did not suit him, that was for sure. Oh well, he was going to try his hardest not to be known as Jesse around here, which meant he wouldn't be advertizing it. Huh, strange how the conversation had steered to the history of their names and all of that stuff. Henrietta May, he had to admit it did flow well together, and although it was indeed somewhat old-fashioned, it suited her. Not that she seemed old-fashioned or anything.

She was just... nice. Henrietta May suited a nice, cute girl. She was both, and he only got proof of that as she told him about the fact that she wasn't going to judge him, and how she wasn't a hateful person. Nice. ”Alright, I'll check back with you on your opinion of me in a few months–” he chuckled. ”Yeah, well... That's High School for ya. I admit, I never really had to go through much of the invisible stuff... I was always high on the hierarchy thing... I guess it goes with liking sports... And with my powers, I was pretty good at them too. When I was expelled from sch...” he drifted off. She didn't need to know how he'd gotten expelled. ”...Right.”

Oh, he was the type that stayed up half the night. That explained why he didn’t seem tired at all at 6 in the morning. Henrietta laughed. “I’m not a morning person. Ever. I don’t handle lack of sleep well and sometimes I get the giggles or fall asleep when I shouldn’t.” It was true. If her friends ever hung out late at night, she would laugh at almost everything or sleep through class the next day. She felt bad about it and tried so hard not to do either of those things. The giggling was more because she felt silly laughing at something that no one else found funny, whereas the sleeping through class thing could get her in trouble.

Sawyer told her that his middle name was Sawyer. Henri looked at him, confused. She blinked a few times before asking the obvious question. “Uh, then what’s your first name?” After saying it, she realized that he might not have told her because he didn’t want anyone to know it, so maybe she shouldn’t have asked. She supposed that it should’ve been quite clear if he hadn’t mentioned by his own freewill, that he didn’t want people to know of his name. The girl really couldn’t imagine a name too horrible. Wait, that was a lie. Ferdinand was a bad name and Phillip wasn’t too great either. Oh, and there was always the name Bert. Bert always made her think of Sesame Street.

He was talking about how he was popular. Henrietta could definitely see him being popular. Something about the way he presented himself and talked so confidently. It was like he was trying to make himself sound tough by the way he said to get back to him on how she felt about him later. The girl smiled. “Well, if you really make me that mad, you’ll know it.” Sure, she was a really sweet girl, but if someone made her mad enough, she was not afraid to be mean. It took a lot to make her that mad though.

Did he just start to say something about being expelled? Henri laughed and raised an eyebrow. “You’re a bit of a rebel, I take it. Sometimes I wish I could stop being so nervous and worried what people are thinking of me. I can be really fun sometimes when I get comfortable enough with a person. Actually, I really love to dance. My friend Twyla and I dance to music in our rooms sometimes.” She smiled. “I’ve also ran around with a guy as he took pictures of people. This time, a smirk crept across her face. “His name’s Van. You should meet him sometime.” They were similar, but Sawyer seemed like the ‘jock’ and Van was more of the...not jock.

((OOC: Could you do me a favor and not mention Maya at all? Speed will be meeting her right after this Thread timeline-wise and can't know anything about her, especially not that she's actually Gawain. Thanks.))

Ah, so this seemingly cheerful, smiley teen wasn't a morning person huh? To be honest, he wouldn't have guessed. Perhaps she was tired, but he had only until now decided it was because of her nightmare. He wasn't much of a morning person himself, but that could easily be explained, he had done so moments earlier. "Well, I admit I can check one of those two things off. Not the giggling, but the sleeping in class... I don't really get bothered by it though." Most often than not he fell asleep in class even when he had gotten a decent night's sleep. History, Math, English... They were just so boring. Well, okay so maybe he was pretty good when it came to English, but the fact that he was actually beyond the norm at it made it boring.

See? He'd been right. She had just asked him what his first name was. Figures. He decided to play the mysterious card for once. Only his roommate and the School staff knew his actual name at this point, maybe he could keep it that way until he was forced otherwise. "My first name isn't important; I haven't gone by it for three years now. Sawyer will do." Okay, maybe that wasn't totally mysterious... More on the annoyed side. Well, at least it appeared somewhat in his voice. His blue eyes remained calm and his features unreadable. Really, it was just a name. Sure, it would be better for him if he wasn't called by it, but it wasn't the end of the world if they did know it.

Sawyer smirked. "Alright." he said at her words, wondering just what she would do, or attempt to do, if she ever got upset with him. He had no idea what her Mutant powers were at this point, so he couldn't be too sure about how dangerous she could be. "It wasn't much of a big deal." he added, smirking nonetheless. Yeah, he was a rebel, he wasn't afraid of admitting it, and he actually liked to feed people's assumptions. He continued listening as she spoke about dancing, mentioning the name Twyla. He had heard it before... Yesterday. "Gawain's girlfriend, am I right?" One of the two girls that were off limits.

Gawain's twin sister was the second one that was off-limits. He hadn't met her yet, but he had been told by Gawain himself that she was crazy, nuts even. He still wanted to meet her one of those days, even if she wasn't obtainable in that way. He wasn't in this Freak School to meet girls, nor did he plan on fallowing up with his old ways back at his old High School in Seattle. Sure, messing with girls and their heads was fun, but it involved getting involved in their lives, and he didn't want to get close to anyone in this hellhole. He was getting out of here as soon as he got the chance, he couldn't have people that kept him from doing that, now could he?

He hadn't met Van. "Yeah, I guess. Running around taking pictures huh, I'm sure it wasn't my kind of running around. I'm sure that'd be a lot more fun... Though, I'm not sure you'd managed to take decent shots... Unless you have a pretty high-tech camera." One that could take a still of something that was passed by at a rather intense speed. "Speaking of which. You still haven't mentioned what little tricks you do." He was curious, he had to admit.

((OOC: This is before her and Van make up.))

Sawyer admitted that it didn’t bother him when he fell asleep in class. Henri wasn’t trying to profile him, but could see why he wouldn’t care much. He just didn’t seem like the type of guy who was a big fan of school. Personally, Henrietta was pretty worried about her schooling. She’d get upset when she received anything but an A, unless it was in math. As long as she got a B in math, she was satisfied and perfectly content. Math wasn’t her strong suit, but every person had a subject they weren’t really good in. That was just how life worked.

Okay, he mentions his name isn’t really Sawyer, but won’t tell me what his real first name is. The brunette was a bit frustrated with this, but she’d have to deal. She wasn’t going to make a big deal out of a name, even if she was curious as to what his real one was. Henri really doubted it was that bad of a name. A small sigh escaped her lips and then she plastered a smile on her face.

He referred to Twyla as ‘Gawain’s girlfriend’. Henri tilted her head slightly. “I guess that’s one way to remember who she is. Yeah, she and Mirror are going out.” Henrietta ran a hand through her long, dark brown hair and leaned into the back of the couch. She really liked both Twyla and Mirror and thought they were cute together. The girl wondered if her and Van would be a couple at some point. Ugh, I’m thinking about him again. I’m almost always thinking of him.

Sawyer spoke about Van running around with a camera. “No, no it wasn’t super-fast running. Normal people running.” She smiled. “I was in track back home. For not having a speed mutation, I’m a pretty fast runner.” Oh, her mutation. She hadn’t even thought of talking about it for some reason. Henrietta laughed slightly. “Sorry. It slipped my mind.” Her hair floated into the air and moved around, as if alive. “This is my mutation. I can also use my hair to grab and lift things. It has to be 70 pounds or less though. I’m hoping some day I can lift even more weight. I’m not sure if it’s possible or not, but it’d be cool.”

The teen smirked at a little, reading easily from her features that she was frustrated with him and the fact that he wouldn't tell her his name. Honestly, he did not care. Honestly, it was partly his fault for not lying to her and deciding that she could think Sawyer was his first name and making up a totally random middle name... Oh well, he didn't give much thought about it, she seemed to have dropped it anyway. That was good.

Sawyer did notice something a little curious about the way Henrietta seemed when he brought up Gawain, as if she wasn't sure about something. She then referred to him as Mirror, which cleared up a few questions. She wasn't used to calling Gawain by his name, he guessed. Mirror huh, it was a pretty interesting codename, it suited him too. Mirrorwalker and all. Sawyer hadn't exactly been called by his own codename much. The only person who knew it was probably Meld, but she had no idea what his actual name or nickname was.

He planned on keeping it that way when it came to people living outside of the Mansion, he'd been the same way back in Seattle - never revealing his actual name. You could never truly be too careful when getting involved in some of the things Sawyer got himself involved in. He had partook in some thieving, trespassed as night with a group of people amongst other things. He himself had never been caught, but people he knew had. They couldn't reveal who he was if they had a false name, could they? He may not make the smartest of choices sometimes, but he was smart.

The teen smirked, obviously not as fast. He'd known that... Obviously he'd been kidding around. The fact that she was into running as a sport was pretty cool though. At least one thing they had in common apart from both being Mutants. "Normal." he said with a slight grin. He wasn't annoyed at the obvious double-meaning; he wasn't normal. He knew many Mutants would probably have been angry, but he wasn't. Honestly, he was proud of who he was, even if his life had suddenly turned upside down in the past few weeks, and not for the best either.

He watched her little demonstration with a slight grin on his face. A wolf whistle escaped his lips. "Sounds pretty cool." It also reminded him of the wire-haired Mutant that had been able to trap Meld the other night. He had beaten that bastard's butt though.

Sawyer smiled and repeated the word 'normal'. Oops, I totally didn't mean it like that. "I just mean that most people can't run as fast as you, as far as I know. I think it's a very cool mutation though. I bet it comes in handy a lot." Henri was back-tracking now. It was instinctive and she didn't really think about it as she tried to make what she had said earlier sound less awful. She felt horrible for even making it sound like that and it was the last thing that had been on her mind.

Henrietta beamed when he complimented her power. She grinned and her hair floated back down to her shoulders. "I really wish I could've learned about my power a different way. People have a tendency to stare at you if your hair breaks a pair of scissors at a salon." Her face became a little red and she laughed. "My mom sent me out of there pretty quick after it happened. She didn't know what to do with me." A smile was still on her face, but it was fake now. Before it broke, the girl glanced down at her hands.

After looking at her hands for a few silent seconds, Henri looked back up. "So, Sawyer, besides running do you have any hobbies? I like to read, dance, and run." The brunette pictured the time Twyla had gone running with her and she had to smirk. Her blond friend was beautiful and persistent, but not a runner. Her gymnastic skills were awesome though and Henrietta couldn't help but be a little envious. Mostly though, she only felt admiration for the girl's athletic abilities.

((Sorry for the delay, Speedman!!! ))