The engine clatters hard, and smoke begins to pour out of the hood of the car. Next, the brakes vanish. And with the screeching of worn-down tires and the clug of a machines death, the vehicle stops moving. Its occupant, to say the least, is quite frustrated.

Force staggers out of the vehicle, and fans smoke away violently with his hands, muttering expletives under his breath.

The Ford Pinto is cheap, gets good mileage, and runs decently. Why the hell did I believe that crap?!

He hesitantly opens the hood, peeks under, and groans, slamming it shut once more.

I am in some serious trouble...

He perks up.

I was really close...

Reaching into his pocket, Force retrieves a sheet of notebook paper. He reads it, and grins.

"I'm here!...Almost!"

He pumps his fist, temporarily losing focus. Unfortunately, thats all it takes, as the scrap sheet is broken to shreds by a crimson beam of concussive energy that emits from Force's arm and fires into the air at a steep angle. Force mutters another expletive, and brings his arm down.

Goddamn it! Chalk up one more mistake! Sheesh...

He leans on his car...hunk of metal. Someone will have seen that, surely. Besides, he's tired. Not having slept in days, Force shuts his eyes. Just a rest...

*Tricity was walking along the hallway when one of the children came bursting through the front doors and began tugging at the sleeve of her black, satin top.*
child: "Ms. Tipper, me and Brian were playing on the tennis court and we saw a beam of light shoot into the sky. From my mutated hearing, I don't think it was far from the school. Sounded like a car broke down."
*She looked down at the little boy with confusion, but then nodded and smiled.*
"Ok, hun. Go back outside and play. Thank you."
*Tricity walked down the hall toward the security desk, seeing Johnathon at his post doing homework.*
"Johnathon, I have an appointment today right?"
*The teenage boy removed his earphones and looked at the schedule he had in front of him.*
john: "Uuugh, yea...Yea in about 15 minutes. Why?"
"Well, the prospective resident might have broken down near by. I'm gonna take the car and go see what's up."

*Tricity left to the garage and started up her mustang, pulling out of the driveway. After only some few miles, she saw a broken down car on the side of the raod with an occupant sleeping against it. She smirked with a raised eyebrow and mentally used her powers to start the car and hopefully abruptly waken the stranger.*

Force jumps.

What the...my car?

It was running. With no engine.

Force looks at his watch.

Great, and I've been out for a long time. Watch me be robbed blind.

He looks up, and see's a rather amused looking women doing something to be congrued to staring. He gives a sarcastc wave, and the car begins to sputter again. Force closes his eyes.

Its just a machine...Not a person...You're not angry at the machine...Yes, I am angry at the machine!

With that, he smiles, and points his finger at the hood, cutting loose a beam and caving the front of the crap piece of machinery in.

His smile becomes genuine.

"How ya doing, Ms.?"

"It seems a lot better than you."
*She replied smiling. Tricity stepped out of her mustang and walked over to the man, leaning against his car.*
"I see you're having a bit of car trouble. Are you heading to Xavier's place??"

He scratches behind his head.

"I can't say I know where it is I'm going. I was sent to, well here, by this man."

He holds out a picture.

"He said he used this place when he was my age."

He takes it back.

"He said that, well, I could get help for this freakin' curse that has a very determined group of people out for my head."

He flashes a grim smirk.

"Can you cure me?"

*She shrugged.*
"Cure? I don't know about a cure, but we can help you with your mutation at least. What's your name?"

Mutation... So thats why everybody hates me now.

He sighs aloud. Then turns away.

"You want my real name, or the one I use to keep my family safe from lynching?"

*Tricity smiled. She liked him already. Sarcastic people were right up her alley.*
"Both, but let me know which one you would prefer to be called. Come on, let's have your life story while we head back to the mansion. I'll have someone come for you car. I'd guide it with my mutation, but being pregnant and all, I'm supposed to not overdo myself."
*She got into the driver's side and opened the door for him.*

(OOC: I have to sign off for a bit. I should be back in a little while.)

Force's eyes widen.

"Don't do anything tough if you're pregnant, doll. I'll just come back later and total it or something. I could use the workout."

He walks over and gets in. Shutting the door behind him, he turns back to her, extends his hand, and lifts his ruby shades off of his eyes. He makes eye contact, something he only reserves for important circumstances, revealing stark red pupils almost crackling with unseen force. As far as he was concerned, meeting a woman who was actually friendly, and not screaming her head off and throwing heavy objects at his head, was a welcome occasion.

"My names Dylan Schmeyer the those who call me friend. Force Oblivion to those about to get a splitting headache, or, if I'm really pissed, people who are about to contemplate every meaning of the word 'Coma'."

He grins, and flips the shades back down. Best not cut loose an accidental blast, focusing too hard on one spot. Last time that happened, he found himself in quite a hard place...

"What do you wanna know?"

*She nodded and turned the car around, heading back for the mansion.*
"Well, I need to know your mutation exactly and whether or not it's dangerous to anyone else or yourself. If you plan on living with other people, it's kind of important that you don't accidently harm them."

Force frowns.

"I dunno. Are there words? I lose mental control, or focus to hard on something, red comes from me and that somethings gets seriously wounded."

He really didn't know what it was. All he knew, is he had broken his leg on a train track in Mississippi, and faced with death by freight train, or power usage, he fired a red beam. Against a train. And the beam won.

"I really dunno what else to say. I can control it okay. As long as I keep sense of self."

*Tricity looked at him with suspicion for a moment and then turned back to face the road.*
"You don't sound too convinced. Are you sure you can control it? I can't take risks, ya know. We have a doctor in our infirmary who may be able to help you better control your mutation."

(OOC: Sorry that took so long, hun.)

Force closes his eyes.

"I made a mistake once. Lost control, badly, just once. When my powers manifested themselves, I knew my family, my friends, would abandon me. I worked hard, on control. Achieved absolute control, I thought. Then, in my senior year of highschool, on a stupid field trip for my government class, I saw my girlfriend making out with my best friend. I felt something coming, and aimed my whole being upwards, and the roof of city hall disappeared."

He laughs bitterly.

"I'll speak to the doctor. I would hate to do that to your establishment, Ms...?"

"Oh, Tricity is fine. My real name is Delilah Rose Tipper, but most call me Tricity. We're almost there."
*She turned into the driveway and the gates opened for them. After parking the car, she stepped out and leaned on the roof of the car.*
"Well, this is it. Home sweet home. You may pick any room you'd like on the second floor.
*She took her bag out of the bar and slid the registration forms across the hood of the car for him.*
"Just fill these out and hand them back to me when you get a chance."

Force picks up the sheets.

"Man, thorough."

He smiles.

"Will do. Where do you recommend I head to now?"