The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
The house was quiet, even though he knew he was not the only one awake. In recent years it was always like this, the excitement seemed to have gone from the day. He reached out to pull open the curtains.
"Are all English people so passive? I mean… I just… I was rude. And you're totally okay with it?"
The question was blunt and it made him squirm a bit. He knew that any other normal human being would have protested in some way but he had never been like that. He had always just bottled up his feelings and moved on with life. This time had been no different, he had just let her do whatever she wanted and then let it go. He sighed; passive was probably a good word for him. He just hoped that that particular character trait did not land him in some serious trouble one day. He looked at her and was about to come up with some kind of pathetic excuse for his behavior when she continued to speak.
"And your face changing. Is that something you get to choose? I mean, I know you said involuntary, but how'dya know who's face to use?"
As she said this she turned and headed off in the direction of the subway. He followed keeping pace with her while mulling over her latest question. He more or less knew how his power worked but he had never had to really explain it before. First of all one thing was clear and that was the fact that he had no say whatsoever in whose face he borrowed. Then as far as he could tell the person opposite him could not be totally sure who would appear either. He had once tried it on one of the doctors that had taken an interest in him. It should have been easy, on paper his power read: “creates the illusion of the person dearest to the “victim’s heart”” With the victim being whoever Sam decided to use his power on. Only most people don’t realize that the person you think is dearest to your heart doesn’t match up with reality. That poor doctor had had a nasty shock. Sam did not know whose face he had worn that day but one thing was sure it was not the person the doctor had been expecting to see.
So he decided to try for a vague description of what he could do, hopefully one that Noel would be happy with.
“I don’t choose who I turn into. If, for example, I used my power on you again I would end up looking like the person you love most. So let’s say I use it on a child, then I’d most probably look like one of its parents. With adults it usually a lover, but not always.”
The manager’s eyes had flicked to him for a second and the panic there had been clear to see. Who exactly was this child? If he had not known better he might well have believed that she was the president’s daughter. Well all that really seemed to matter now was that she was rich and judging by the way the manager was sweating related to some influential people. Which meant that he was now in the hot seat; he would either make a great impression and she would love him or he would put his foot in it and piss off some unknown power house family; neither option seemed particularly appealing.
He watched the manager scurry off to find something and realized that the girl had turned back to stare at him. As politely as possible, he stared back. Then she did something strange, or at least strange for any modern day teenage girl, she curtsied. It was so old fashioned but here it somehow felt quite well matched to the mental image he had of aristocracy. He felt awkward for a moment… if a girl curtsied wasn’t he supposed to bow or something? Before he could make up his mind the moment had passed and she was introducing herself.
"My name is Celeste."
Celeste, yes the name fitted as well. A name that referred to the heavens, stating that even in name she was above the common mortal. Sam sighed; he had a nice common name, one shared by thousands of other. A name that made him part of the crowd, where he would have liked to remain. He watched as the store slowly became a small hurricane of activity with the two of them at the center. He felt sorry for these people; they had been doing just fine until this small blond whirlwind had swept into their lives. God, he even felt sorry for himself.
"Choose what you want, we still have to wait for my things."
He was about to respond that he did not need anything and that he was happy to just wait until her things were ready, when a hand gripped his elbow. He turned to stare at the store cleric that had grabbed him so firmly. She had a smile plastered on her face but it was not a warm welcoming smile. It was more a crazy, bordering on hysteria, smile.
“This way please.”
He knew he should have refused but looking into the poor woman’s eyes, he just couldn’t do it, that and she was now digging her nails painfully hard into his arm. So he followed her meekly enough across to the men’s section. She looked him up and down and took a couple of measurements, and then she disappeared off into the mass of clothing. He did not have to wait long before she reappeared holding a pile of garments. She drifted past him and hung the clothes in the nearest changing room. Then turning to him she gestured for him to enter.
Well there was nothing for it now, he tried to smile as he walked past her but he was doubtful that it looked like anything other than a grimace. The clothes she had picked out seemed like a strange mix. Blue shirt, grey stripped vest and a brown coat over what looked like washed out black jeans. Before he had completely finished changing a pair of blue shoes had appeared along with a blue scarf and a black hat. He had always believed that he was at least slightly fashionable, but this combination baffled him.
Once he had done his best to make it look presentable, it was time to step out and let others decide quite how ridiculous he looked. Pulling back the curtain he braced himself for the verdict.
The look of shock and relief that appeared on the girl’s face almost melted Sam’s heart for a moment. She really had been afraid that he might refuse her and leave her alone in the crowd. Though the next thought that came to him was “if she was that lonely why the hell was she out here on her own anyway” … so much for feeling sorry for her.
It did not take long for her forlorn expression to be replaced by the smug smile of victory. She acted exactly as he had predicted: like a small child having just been given a prize pet. Now that he had accepted to take the bags they were presented once. He took without protest, too late now anyway, and prepared to follow her out into the cold winter’s day.
He braced himself as the wind took hold of them. He hated being cold, it seemed to sneak into his bones and sit there. So he was all at once glad and somewhat depressed when she turned down the commercial street and headed to a nearby store. He had known that she would not obediently pack up and go home, but apparently some small glimmer of hope had still lived deep down. Now even that had been crushed. It was just a good thing he had no plans for the rest of the day.
The place they headed too was impressive to say the least. It looked a lot like Harrods in London, somewhere people like him went too to stare at ridiculously overpriced items. He felt his mood fall further as they entered. He just hoped that his little protégé did not decide to have him buy her anything; as it turned out that kind of thing was going to be the least of his worries. He felt at once like he had entered a hostile place. The staff was looking at them strangely and he wondered what was wrong. He knew that the pair of them might look a bit strange together but it was not uncommon for friends to go shopping together and the age difference was not that great; if they had not looked so different she may as well have been his sister.
It did not take long for his questions to be answered. The store manager came striding towards them like he was going to battle. Sam slowed a bit wondering if they were going to be kicked out. What if his new little friend was in fact a shop lifter and things were about to go from bad to worse? But no nothing like that, something altogether stranger.
"Welcome Miss Manfrella. Everything will be ready in just a moment. Do you need something else? "
Sam looked from the man to the girl and then back again. So she wasn’t a shoplifter… She was an aristocrat or something similar. Well it certainly explained a lot, although he had not really believed that that kind of people still existed in this kind of world. If she was that rich, she must have a butler or something, why on earth had she ended up having to use him as her slave?
"Yes, I want someone to attend exclusively to... What is your name?"
The sound of her voice brought him back to here and now. He looked at the manager with a slightly sheepish look, as if trying to make him understand that he really had no control over the situation. Then she asked for him name while making a little prompting sign with her hand. It’s true they had not even been introduced. It was strange but at least she had not just made up some kind of weird name for him, and for that at least he was grateful.
The girl just blinked at him. Once, twice as if trying to figure out what he had just said. Then after a sharp intake of breath she pushed the bags at him once more.
"Take my bags."
So much for the diplomatic approach, he looked down at her once more and almost had to hide a smile. She was staring at him with such a put out expression on her face that he thought for a moment that she might cry. Although he reckoned that they would be tears of rage rather than tears of sadness. All that was missing from this scene was the stomping of a small foot and he would be faced with a full blown tantrum.
When he made no move to either take the bags or say anything, she decided to change tactics. She looked him up and down in an upraising manner. What was she looking for now? Whatever it was she seemed to have found it. With one last squint at him she turned and made an unexpected statement.
"Follow me. If you like something, I’ll pay. "
What? Wait a minute, how weird was she exactly? One minute she was trying to make him her servant now she was offering to buy him things… It took a minute for him to get things straight in his head. Small blond rich girl, out shopping alone, she must be looking for company. But he did not think that she was looking for human company per say. He reckoned that she viewed him more like a kind of pet. Something handy that kept her company and that she could take care off without it ever complaining.
He sighed; there was no easy way out of this. He could just turn and walk away but then he was pretty sure that she would just break down and cry in the middle of the store. He could follow her whim and get a whole new wardrobe for free or he could do the right thing and offer to see her safely home and hope that she left it at that.
“How about, I carry your bags until you get back to your house… or car.”
Even as he said those words he knew that he had just doomed himself. He had said what she wanted to hear and he reckoned that the end of his sentence would probably be ignored.
"I know a thing or two about involuntary mutations."
Well that at least explained why she had not freaked out and called him names as he casually changed appearances. It made things a little easier to know that he would not be judged. For a second he actually wondered if his mother had been right when she said that he would fit in better here. Well for the moment he decided to put this chance encounter down to some weird joke the gods had sent to test him. And he wasn’t even religious.
"And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, you know."
She was apologizing and the sheepish look on her face would have melted anyone’s anger, not that he was angry to start off with. He decided to accept her apology mainly because there was no going back now. So he put on a small smile to show that there were no hard feeling but he could quite shake the slightly bewildered look.
"It's just… I needed information..."
He didn’t quite see how exactly all of this fitted in with needing information. Was it some kind of intricate pick pocket scheme where she kissed you, stole your wallet and then your identity? Because in the Uk this was not that way normal people asked for information, usually there was a certain amount of verbal communication involved. She knew that this was shaky territory so with a small cough she pushed on.
"So, are you still looking for those socks? 'Cause I think I'm headed for the subway too."
How did she know about that? Sure it was written on his now forgotten piece of paper but the hand writing was some and cramped and for her upside down… Ah well forget it, who cared how anyone knew anything. It was all too much of a muddle in his head, so rather than give himself a headache in the middle of the street he decided to just accept the offer for company.
"I'm Noel by the way. Uh- sorry."
Noel, right. It sounded French to him. Then again it was probably because it was one of the only words he knew in French. Christmas… it seemed strangely appropriate considering the weather.
“I’m Sam, um nice to meet you. “
Now they had been properly introduced the tension seemed to ease a bit and he found himself able to relax a bit. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a terrible afternoon after all. Who knew she might even point him in the direction of a shop that would stock of these random things he had been tasked with finding.
“Shall we go? As you rightly pointed out, I’m tasked with finding socks and to be honest, I’m not to sure where to start.”
As predicted less than a week after entering the academy Sam found himself back in uptown New York. He had debated long and hard about where he was going to go and buy clothes and his final decision had brought him to one of the more up market part of the city. It was not that he was rich but he based himself on the principle that a few good pieces were better than half a dozen ill fitting ones.
The weather outside was particularly cold today so it made the whole hot/cold temperature change, between the stores and the street, so much worse. So he tried very hard to pick a store that looked promising so that he could avoid unnecessary blasts of cold wind. He had to admit that New York was a bit like London when it came to shopping. They had those stores with five or six floors where you could buy high quality anything and everything.
The one he chose was packed. Well they usually were in the winter months between Christmas and the sales people seemed to think shopping was a very good pass time. He didn’t particularly like or dislike it, it had to be done and to be honest everyone liked getting new stuff. So far he had bought one polo neck shirt and a branded hoody. He tried his best to dress well; somehow it comforted him to know that whatever happened no one could accuse him of neglecting his appearance.
He had finally decided that he would find nothing else here and needed to change stores, when something bizarre happened. He had been walking up to the doors when a petit blond girl thrust her shopping bags at him.
"You, take my bags."
The way she said it made it seem like the most natural thing in the world, like he had always been destined to take these bags. For a moment his hands almost acted on instinct, it had after all been a command. Then he realized how ridiculous this was and that he was almost a full grown man, he should not be taking orders from a child he didn’t even know. He looked down at her expectant face and decided to try and get out of this in the most diplomatic way possible.
“I’m sorry you must have me confused with someone else.”
There that should do it. She would realize her mistake and he could go back to his shopping in peace.
“How about we start the tour in the kitchen? You can leave your suitcase in the office, just let the lady know. I think food’s more important than moving in at the moment.”
Darren spoke with the knowledgeable tone that only a growing teenager could have employed in this kind of situation. Parents always blamed you for costing them a fortune in food but they must obviously forgotten what it was like to go through a growth spurt. Sam was pretty happy that at age nineteen he was very nearly done with all this growing business. If nothing else it would be nice to have a closet where everything fit.
“Food sounds like a fabulous idea. But I kind of gave that away already didn’t I?”
He then proceeded to do as Darren advised and left his case with the person in the office. She told him that it would be taken up to his room later and he should just drop back whenever to be shown his new living quarters and given the official tour. Sam wondered if “whenever” was a good word for her to be using considering the fact that his official guide was still MIA. Ah well, it didn’t matter did it; it was not like he had pressing business elsewhere.
“Okay, I’m good to go. Before I forget it’s really nice of you to take the time to make sure I don’t starve to death.”
Sam was not really a “people” person but he had long ago worked out that smiling and thanking people got you on the good side of almost any normal person. So he decided to apply this here it would not hurt to be polite and besides he really was grateful for the help.
As they slowly left the administration’s office behind, Sam tried his best to pay attention to the path they took. The mansion was huge and even if it had been sensibly laid out he figured getting lost would be easy enough. Thankfully one of the decent skills he had inherited from his father was a decent sense of direction and a relatively good visual memory for places.
“So what brings you to this academy for the “gifted” then?”
He figured that here this was probably a quite common question. It’s not like you came here without a reason as it wasn’t just a normal private school, it was a private school specifically for mutants.
I read your post and it's not something that I can throw Sam at (I just can't come up with a reason for him to be there). But I can however offer him up for another thread. It just so happens he needs to go shopping for new clothes in the city, so if your interested let me know.
Despite the fact that he knew this was probably going to end horribly, it didn’t take away from the fact that Sam found this whole situation completely absurd. He had been in New York no more than a couple of days and he was already been kissed, all be it in a very businesslike way, by some stranger in the street. Well at least it was a woman; he didn’t think he could have handled locking lips with some strange guy. Not that he was really handling the situation as it was; it was more like it was handling him.
She deepened her kiss for a second before finally pulling away from him. She had a pleasant face when she smiled and she wore a wicked grin for a second before confusion took over. He just stared back and waited to see what was going to happen next. Had she really mistaken him for someone else? He knew that his power had not been active when she had first approached him, but that did not remove the fact that he could actually just naturally resemble someone else. People back in England used to tell him that Asian’s all looked the same as far as they were concerned. So it was possible that it was just a simple mistake.
"Why didn't you say something? I could have just asked you."
She hit him lightly on the arm. Ok so now he was sure that she thought he was someone else. Well he would have to admit that now he did look like someone else… man this whole thing was giving him a headache. What should he do next, play along? Try and tell her she had the wrong person? No first continue to wait and see where things were going.
He could tell that something was still bothering her. She was squinting at him as if she knew something was wrong but could not quite put her finger on it. Finally her hand came slowly back up to his face and traced its way along his jaw. As she did that the confusion that had been marring her features faded.
"That's remarkable. You look just like him, but you're not him at all."
The remarkable thing, in Sam’s eyes, was that she could just stand there and say that. Not only had she worked out what has happened but she almost seemed relieved that he was just some crazy mutant wearing someone else’s face rather than the person in question. That was the first time that someone had that reaction. Normally people felt that he had somehow violated their privacy and hated him for it. As she settled down against the cold he did feel a little hurt that she should feel the need to wipe her lips after having kissed him. After all SHE had kissed HIM and she should at least deal with that fact.
"Is that some kind of self defense trigger or something?"
Self defense? Against strangers kissing him in the street? He wished. No just an everyday burden. He knew that he was going to have to say something now. Something that would not make him seem like a privacy invading creep. It might also help if he could turn off the damned illusion. Taking a breath he started.
“Sorry, it’s kind of involuntary.”
He knew the voice would still not be his own but he at least felt more in control of the situation. That was helping him force his power back under control. Finally he felt the tell tale signs disappear and knew he was himself again not that being an embarrassed teenager was all that great right now, but at least he knew how he should act.
“It happens sometimes, when unexpected things occur.”
He knew a slight flush crept up his face as he said it and turned his gaze away; strange how ones feet and the pavement can suddenly become so interesting.
Well no matter how hard he started the words written on the piece of paper still read: soup, lettuce, socks, washing powder. There was obviously no help to be found there but Sam was pretty stubborn. If this were London where would he start? Probably by getting on the tube, he knew where the nearest underground station was. But then where did you go from there? The city center where he was sure to find things seemed like an okay idea but it did seem like a lot of hassle for some socks. He wished he could just stare the words right off the page but that was not going to happen. There was always the good old “oops I forgot those” routine but that would bring more grief than it was worth. Looked like the underground it was, he’s figure the rest out as he went.
But before he had had the time to move someone appeared in front of him. A woman, with brown hair, squinted up at him.
“Hi.”
Under normal circumstances he would have had the time to return the greeting, but it appeared normal was not what he was in for today. The word “hello” formed and died instantly on his lips as she reached out and laid her hands on either side of his face. His first and most basic reaction was “argh cold” but that was very quickly replaced as she started to pull closer. He felt his pupils dilate as she pulled his face closer to hers.
And he was taken back to that day in the dance studio, the day when all of this had started. It had been the first time he had been aware of wearing someone else face. Panic rushed through him, had he activated his power without realizing. He thought he had that under control now. Did she think he was someone else? That terrible feeling of wrongness created a knot in the pit of his stomach. How could this be happening again?
Then again this was the strangest kiss he had ever been pulled towards. Normally girls knew there was something wrong. He only looked like someone else, he still felt like Sam. And this girl was staring him in the eye, which was weird as well. When you kissed your lover didn’t you close your eyes? Everything was going too fast for him to understand, panic was foremost in his mind.
Then it happened and things went from bad to worse. He felt that strange prickling sensation behind his eyes and knew that his mutation had not been active… until now. Who had he changed into, into who’s eyes was this woman now staring?
Day two at the new school and seeing as it really was supposed to be a place of learning Sam figured that he had better get his act together and decide on a or several subjects. He had officially graduated from secondary school so now he was facing the choice of what to study at a university level. Feeling a bit lost as to what might interest him, he decided that going and doing some research on what was on offer was probably a good thing. So he had marched himself down to the library and was now faced with wall after wall of books.
He had nothing against books but there just to be so many of them staring at him now that he felt a bit daunted. He had thought that this place would have fewer college level books but he had been wrong. The mansion was apparently big enough to house a very large library and therefore a very large supply of college level books. He couldn’t pick one up for every subject so he was going to have to narrow down his choice.
The first things to be struck off the list were anything math based. He had never had any skill with numbers and he knew that choosing a subject that involved them was an instant fail. He quite liked chemistry and biology but he had no intention of becoming a doctor or vet or anything like that. He didn’t mind languages but seeing as he already spoke English and Korean, he had never taken an interest in how one was supposed to learn a language. This probably explained how he had failed so badly in Spanish. So not languages.
He changed his mind and went back for a book on chemistry and then continued on through the section. Politics? No thanks you. But social sciences might be good. He liked both history and geography, so that looked like a good place to start. He stared at the titles of several large volumes before pulling out one on anthropology, sociology and geography. Four books seemed like plenty right now. He carried his burden out to one of the few unoccupied tables in the silent library. Setting them down, he decided that he would not move from this spot until he had a clearer view of his future. After all he only had a week to inform the administration’s office of his choice.
So here it was; the space that would be his. It was a typical student dorm room bed, desk, nothing special. But in the end this was his personal space, so even if it was small and resembled all the other rooms on this floor, it was important. His case had already been brought up and rested against the end of the bed. He took another minute to try and memorize this moment as best possible, he wanted to remember what it looked and felt like now so that he could see how it slowly became his.
After that all that was left to do was unpack, not that there was much in the case. The first thing he did however was to grab his iPod and speakers from the backpack. He settled them on the bedside cabinet and flicked through the song selection. He stopped at the album entitled Soul-Ri by the artist known as Ali. She was one of the up and coming stars of Korean music and she gave off a very a very Duffy type vibe. Listening to Korean music kept him in touch with his roots and there was an equal amount of Kpop and occidental music on his playlists.
Now that he had a bit of musical encouragement unpacking seemed a bit less depressing. As he lifted on to the bed the case seemed depressingly light. He figured that a trip to buy more clothes would have to happen in the not so distant future. At least his mother had promised a comfortable allowance that would mean he could get some nice clothes. He had not taken the time to fold anything in before throwing it in the bag. So now he had to go through the motion of folding every item before putting it away. He hated folding but then again he hated creases more, which made him wonder if he was going to be the only male student here who was freakish enough to iron his clothes. Oh well he’d find out sooner or later.
Once the small piles of clothes had been put neatly in the closet, he turned to the other items that littered the bottom of the bag. A few books quickly placed on a shelf, quite a hefty amount of toiletries put next to the wash basin. A calendar (next years) featuring the world greatest natural wonders tacked to the wall. Then all that was left was the very small bundle of printed photos that he had brought with him. Sure he had other photos but they were mostly stored on the hard drive of his laptop. These ones were old. Printed back in the days when you took pictures and has to wait until they were developed to see if they were any good.
He had loved the wait and the suspense as you took out the pictures and tried to remember what you had been trying to capture. Digital was good because you were sure that you could keep shooting and checking until you got the perfect picture. But it took out some of the magic. The pictures he held now were of the days his family had been complete. He missed those days. But there was no point in wanting to turn back time; every event that happened allowed you to grow. All you needed to do was keep moving forward. That was what he was doing wasn’t it? Moving forward?
The album that had been playing in the background came to a halt, leaving only silence and awkward questions hanging unanswered.
Sam startled as someone pulled open the door to the admissions office from the inside. He had not even realized someone else had been in there. Just went to show how little attention he had been paying to his surroundings. Pulling himself out of his own private gloom cloud, he turned to study the person that had just stepped into the corridor next to him.
It turned out to be a boy a few years younger than him, brown hair pretty much ordinary looking. But considering where they were looks were probably the only thing ordinary about the teenager standing next to him. Sam had always found it weird how people could be so normal but because of one gene going a bit crazy find themselves so shunned. He reckoned that if you were born with the ability to control your power perfectly, most mutants would just live ordinary lives. He certainly knew he would have liked it to happen that way.
He must have been staring as the youth turned to him and introduced himself in a small voice.
“H-hi, I’m Darren,”
Darren, right now all he had to do was remember that and stop spacing out every five minutes. It wouldn’t do to alienate the first person in this place who actually showed him some kindness. So he put on a smile, trying to make sure it didn’t turn into the forced “crazy killer” type smile you sometimes obtained in this kind of situation.
“Did you just arrive? I just transferred a week ago.”
So Darren would be able to show him the basics here, which was good because the basics were really all you needed. He might have to wait a bit to find his room but that didn’t matter much. Food was much more prominently featured in his thoughts right now.
“Yep, been here about ten minutes and already I’ve been abandoned.”
He said it with humor; it wasn’t really the schools fault that he had been parachuted in here on such short notice. So he couldn’t blame them for not having everything ready. He stood up from his makeshift seat and saw how much taller than Darren he actually was. It was strange how the Korean’s were so tall whereas the Chinese and Japanese had a reputation for being a short people. Not that he was complaining, he quite enjoyed being 5’9 and therefore considered a nice normal height. He stretched out his hand for the other boy to shake.
“I’m Sam by the way, nice to meet you.”
The words were swiftly followed by a rather loud and embarrassing rumble from his long ignored stomach.
Lost: A way of life: Sam/Noel. Sam runs into Noel, who teaches him a few things about life and introduces him to Sebastian's church. COMPLETE
New beginning?: Sam/Darren. Getting to know the mansion and more specifically the way to the kitchen. COMPLETE
Moving in: Sam moves his belongings into his new room in the mansion. COMPLETE
Choosing a path: Trying to decide what to do for the rest of your profesional life can be complicated. COMPLETE
Once upon a time: Sam/Celeste. Sam gets turned into a slave for a day by a demanding fourteen year old. After a series of culture clashes the two part on uncertain terms. COMPLETE
January 2012
From Prussia with Love!: Sam goes down to the danger room for his first mutation control lesson. COMPLETE
All is fair in love and war: Sam worries that Celeste will cause havoc in the mansion as she organises an "all mutations allowed" game of paintball. Once he see's that she is behaving he returns to his day to day activities. COMPLETE
Queen's revenge: Celeste sneaks into Sam's room and paints a large crown above his bed. When Sam discovers the drawing he tries to find out who is responsible. COMPLETE
He was just scary!: Sam meets Michael a scared and confused boy and helps him back onto his feet. COMPLETE
Be my valentine: The ultimate frisbee team is holding a valentine's day auction and with Celeste participating Sam feels the need to be around. To prevent any trouble... COMPLETE
