A large congregation of citizens, reporters and public officials stood outside a large building covered by a red curtain, with two golden doors painted upon it. Dorian quietly muses upon the irony his plan.

“… and now, may I present the man himself: Mr. Dorian King!”

Dorian smiled, and rose from his seat, giving a slight nod to the speaker as he made his way to the podium. Drawing breath, Dorian began:

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Dorian looked out at the large crowd, quietly surprised at the turnout.

“This, which on the plaque at the foot of our great Lady Liberty is a sentiment that we have overlooked for too long. Everyday, there are people without homes, without money and without prospects roaming our streets without direction. But today is a good day for our city, for we are making the first steps towards change. Just like New York was to immigrants in the late 1800’s, the golden doors of this building shall be a beacon for the down trodden, the down hearted and the down and out of this city; a place where the homeless shall belong. This institution is a place where the fallen may be picked up, and guided back into society. Today Ladies and Gentlemen, we are opening the doors of opportunity for the forgotten citizens of our city. May I present to you: The Sanctuary!”

The large red curtains concealing the building behind fall down, revealing the building itself, as well as a great pair of golden doors. A large gasp is heard followed by raptures of applause.

“This building contains 200 beds, 75 showers and 50 toilets. As well as this, there is a kitchen, which can be used by both residents and non residents of The Sanctuary. Basic toiletries such as soap, shampoo and safety razors will be supplied, as will a set of clean clothes for every occupant. This is just the beginning. Soon centres like these will be appearing all over the city, the state, and soon enough, the whole nation!”

More applause arose from the crowd. The mayor makes his way over to Dorian and shakes his hand. While Dorian poses for the many press cameras, he wonders how quickly word about his project would spread among the underground mutant communities. Little did the outside world know about the 400 extra living quarters underneath the building. Little by little his plan was taking shape, all he needed were recruits for his mutant army...

Isabel stood amidst the large mass of people, arms crossed as she listened to Dorian King speaking into his microphone as he addressed the crowd before him. Isabel had heard many rumors about the strange foreigner, though she did know for a fact that he was one of the wealthiest men in New York and that he owned numerous properties around the city. She'd seen his face on the news and in the papers countless times since his somewhat recent arrival.

The young mutant was jarred from her thoughts as the people surrounding her suddenly burst out in roars of approval as the large red curtain fell to reveal the entrance to the city's new Sanctuary, as it was called. Isabel scowled at the humans pushing and shoving to get a better look as well as to squeeze closer toward the golden doors. Isabel shoved back at one of the men closest to her, perhaps a bit more roughly than needed. The stranger glared in her direction as she simply scowled back at him.

Isabel was sick and tired of humans and the Holier-Than-Thou attitude that many of them held. They were all so overly confident, assuming that they had everything under their control and whenever anything new came around they saw it as their right to poke and prod, using needles and knives. The young girl grew more frustrated at the thought, still scowling at the people that continued to shove each other this way and that in their excitement.

Grumbling, Isabel also began moving toward the newly open property, having need of a place she could retreat to during the night time hours. Awkwardly she pushed at those around her, just trying to avoid getting trampled.

Syn walked around for a good portion of the day until she saw a building that looked like it had just had some kind of grand opening. There were lots of people standing around with cameras and microphones while others were heading into the building.

"What's going on here?" she asked a guy near her.

"Dorian King just opened this place for people who don't have anyplace to stay." he responded.

Sounds like a place for me then she thought.

Syn began making her way towards the entrance all the while wondering who exactly Dorian King was. While she made her way in she noticed a girl who was pushing the people around her. The girl had a bit of anger painted on her face which made Syn smile. This place might be interesting

(raptor isn't technically a bad guy but he really but he may well as be with his anger problems)

Raptor was angrier than usual maybe the large mass of people pushing against each other made him mad or maybe even it was the pure smell of this place he hated new things he was always cautious about them but a place to stay he needed badly so he would have to put up with it for a while.

he looked around sniffing the air taking in a deep one before deciding that there were other mutants here lots of them he could smell them all some reeked others gave off just small smells but he could smell them all something that bontirbuted to his growing anger when someone sshoved him a punch was thrown and a small fight broke out mostly involving raptor and other people

Isabel turned her head when she heard a group of men shouting for other reasons that out of excitement. A small group of people had gotten into a fight, no doubt over being pushed around in the huge crowd. The young mutant watched a moment longer. Everyone seemed to be focused mainly on a younger boy. The younger one seemed to be holding up well enough, but Isabel saw it as very unfair that everyone was ganging up on him. Something was strange about the younger boy, however. The way he moved struck her as odd for some reason.

Bringing herself out of her thoughts and began pushing her way through the onlookers and toward the scuffle. Centering her concentration on her fist, she could feel her bones hardening and growing denser. Breaking away from the crowd of spectators she comes up behind one of the fighting men and tapping him on the shoulder. As he turned around Isabel pulled her arm back and then shot it forward into the man's face, hardly feeling the force of the impact because of all the armored bones she had manipulated into her closed fist. "All against one isn't exactly fair you dirtbags. How 'bout I even the odds?"

Suddenly a man stumbles into Syn and knocks her down. She quickly stands up and looks at the man. His nose is bleeding and he seems to be dazed. Just then her attention is grabbed by the sound of a girls voice, and by the sound of it she isn't very happy.

Its been awhile since I had some fun she thought as she shoves another man out of her way. Her impresive strength sends the guy stumbling into the crowd. Syn now sees a girl and a boy both in the middle of the fighting, but not against each other. Instead they are fighting everyone around them.

Jumping into the fray Syn kicks the legs out from under another man to get herself a spot in the middle along with the other girl and the boy. "Can't let you two have all the fun."

Raptor raised an eyebrow to her "Thanks but no thanks I have fought with stronger things than drunkards," he knocked a man out with a well forced kick to the head then suddenly he turned into his raptor form his blue eyes flciked green his body grow slightly smaller but more muscular round the stomach his fingers melded together to form large agile claws his nose and mouth grew outwards and his teeth grew large and sharp.

He roared and and charged into one of the men knocking him over easily roatating and slashing two more with his claws before turing back he grabbed the last guy and dealt him a punch to the face leaving him on the floor with a bent nose. he looked at Isabel "Thanks for the help those guys just didn't know what they were dealing with by the way the names Jonas," he looked at King "You come here for the same reason I did,"

Isabel gave a slight nod at Jonas' introduction, cracking her knuckles as the bones reverted back to normal. "I'm Isabel, nice to meet you, Jonas." she said before also briefly looking in Dorian King's direction. "Assuming that you're here for a place to stay, then yes, I'm here for that same reason." she said again before turning back to the boy with a small grin. "That's a pretty impressive gift you've got there. Looks like it could come in handy if you're in a real pinch."

"Well it could do if I knew how to control it," raptor said thinking of all the times his power had gotten him in trouble particularly with scientists and hunters "lets just hope he accomadates Mutants," he turned to face Syn and said "Nice to meet you to," his green eyes were slowly fading back to the original navy blue.

He looked at Isabel again "Your here for the shelter not me all I want is the food I haven't eaten any real meat in weeks," he thought of the last seak he had eaten and his mouth watered slightly at the thought of it

The beaten men hobbled and drug themselves away from the three as the other girl and the boy introduced themselves. "Yeah, that is a pretty interesting thing you can do Jonas." She then turned to Isabel. "You seem to pack a pretty good punch yourself. You both can call me Syn and I too am looking for a place to stay."

Jonas smiled at her and shook her hand he sniffed in the air "God this place needs a wash over it stinks of sweaty bodys," he took a deep snoiff and pushed a strand of his hair our of his eyes as he surveyd them both he could tell they were strong by the smells they gave off he strained his ears "Some guys giving out free hotdogs," he was torn between an important decision food or the chance of making two new freinds he went with the friends

"Hello Syn, nice to meet you as well." Isabel greeted, flashing the girl a smile at the comment about packing a punch. "Well, that's my special ability. Bone manipulation." she explained with a shrug. "I can do all sorts of stuff with my bones so long as it's nothing too complex. You seem to be very strong as well. Let me guess, you're a mutant, tool? So what kind of stuff can do?"

Isabel turned back to Jonas as he made comments about the different smells around them. "If you smell something you think you'd enjoy eating, I say go for it. You were just saying how you haven't eaten anything real good in a while, why extent that period of time?"

"I may be greedy but I am not that bad," he said in mock indignancy "Look to me freinds are a lot more important than a hotdog," he smoiled at them both Jonas had a certain elegance to him the wya he held himself for a start suggested he spent a lot of time working with heavy things .
"So I hear kings not as good as everything thinks he is,"

"Hmm... bone manipulation huh? That's very interesting." She smiled back at Isabel. "I can create pheromones to influence people, but that's not my only trick. I also have the ability to become resistant or even immune to things that I'm exposed to such as poison or even psychic abilities targeted at me. That also allows me to heal more quickly and has increased my strength and endurance."

Syn turns to Jonas for a moment. "So just becareful what you think smells good."

"Trust me after one incedent I found out my instincts are a there to hold me back I need to have control of them to hold them in a tight iron fist I need to be able to exercise them." he smiled at them
"So you told me why your here do we share rooms," he laughed slightly anywayhe grabbed the guy serving hotdogs and ate his whole stock before walking back towards them he burped loudly