Post by Nightcrawler on Jun 27, 2009 13:33:40 GMT
Kurt had only been here a short while and he had made a point to avoid as many of the people as possible. Not because he did not like them. His time at the circus resulted in a young man that thrived on the reaction of others at times. No… it was more about his appearance he was concerned about. He’d been part of a freak show. He had seen every variety of stares he could earn just by the simple fact that he existed. There was hatred, disgust, repulsion, pity, arousal (which was always a bit terrifying to him), and one of the ones that he favored the most, the wide-eyed intrigue that let him know that they were curious and wished to do more than just look at him. Possibly a conversation. It was an expression that reminded him of his faith and that the world could potentially learn to understand that his presence did not make him evil. He had seen beautiful humans in that circus that were capable of many cruelties.
Here, though, Kurt had noticed that people seemed incapable of that level of cruelty. He saw no cages and no one bothered to ration out his food; which he had noted that he particularly loved. This Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters seemed like the monastery in Germany. It was a sanctuary that allowed Kurt freedom. He had studied the school’s locations at night so as not to shock anyone by being so blatant in his appearance. Anywhere he needed to be, he would teleport there. During the day, though, he would curl up next to the shut door of his room and just listen to the people in the hallways. With a pointed ear against the door he was starting to learn the names of the students based on their voices. Some of their antics brought a smile to the good-natured mutant’s face to leave a subtle gleam shine from his white fangs. He would occasionally get up to stretch and teleport quickly away to use the restroom and eat, but other than that, he remained alone in an attempt to ease his classmates into his presence.
It was, on this day, however, that Kurt Wagner chose to venture out of his room during the day without using his newly discovered gift. Sliding the door open, Kurt quickly scampered out on all fours. His tail wrapped around the doorknob to pull it shut. He thought for a moment about which way the kitchen was. His fast-acting metabolism had already served to direct him of his destination with a low, starving growl from his stomach. With each careful step, he gained a bit more confidence, as he was certain that no one was particularly perturbed by his presence. At least he hoped not… at this point he was too proud of himself to notice any particular looks he got; which were certain to be a few.
After all, how many people could say that they saw a blue teenager crawling along the ceiling wearing a pleased expression?
Here, though, Kurt had noticed that people seemed incapable of that level of cruelty. He saw no cages and no one bothered to ration out his food; which he had noted that he particularly loved. This Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters seemed like the monastery in Germany. It was a sanctuary that allowed Kurt freedom. He had studied the school’s locations at night so as not to shock anyone by being so blatant in his appearance. Anywhere he needed to be, he would teleport there. During the day, though, he would curl up next to the shut door of his room and just listen to the people in the hallways. With a pointed ear against the door he was starting to learn the names of the students based on their voices. Some of their antics brought a smile to the good-natured mutant’s face to leave a subtle gleam shine from his white fangs. He would occasionally get up to stretch and teleport quickly away to use the restroom and eat, but other than that, he remained alone in an attempt to ease his classmates into his presence.
It was, on this day, however, that Kurt Wagner chose to venture out of his room during the day without using his newly discovered gift. Sliding the door open, Kurt quickly scampered out on all fours. His tail wrapped around the doorknob to pull it shut. He thought for a moment about which way the kitchen was. His fast-acting metabolism had already served to direct him of his destination with a low, starving growl from his stomach. With each careful step, he gained a bit more confidence, as he was certain that no one was particularly perturbed by his presence. At least he hoped not… at this point he was too proud of himself to notice any particular looks he got; which were certain to be a few.
After all, how many people could say that they saw a blue teenager crawling along the ceiling wearing a pleased expression?
