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Brody Lees had arrived a day before his case worker had told him he'd needed to be there. There was really nothing left for him to do at home, and he was happy in a small way to be away from Susan and Arlee. They hadn't really spoken to him much since the arrest...

He stopped ruminating long enough to gawk at the Mansion he'd started pulling into in his massive old beat-up truck. Holy shit, what had he signed up for? Parking in front of the door, Brody lit a cigarette and just stared at the building for a few moments, positive that any second some stodgy yankee was gonna come barreling out of the nice house and inform him there'd been some mistake.

He glanced from the address he'd been given to the door, and back and forth a few time. No, it seemed right. Brody walked towards the front door and knocked a few times, and passed the time before an answer trying to figure out if he was excited for someone to open the door, or dreading it...

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Dolemeck was the first to greet Brody. It was odd, he greeted Josie when she first arrived, and now this guy. He smiled happily, wheeling himself over to Brody.

"Hello! Are you a new student here?" he asked, his British accent still intact, despite being in the mansion for more than a month. "My name is Dolemeck Night, it is a pleasure to meet you!"

His hand was extended, and there was a happy smile on his face.

The hand that wasn't smoking went down to lightly grasp Dolemeck's offered one.

"Broderick Lees. Uh, Brody."

Brody spared a look around the inside of the Mansion, then looked back sheepishly.

"I don't mean to be rude, but uh, I just keep expecting a Kubrick movie to break out behind you. This place is bigger than the neighborhood I used to live in."

"I do not think that is rude at all." He continued to smile, placing his hand back in his lap. "Aye, this place is huge. About half the size of the mansion I grew up in back home. But with more people and well... no celebrities and no drugs."

He began to wheel himself about in his chair, moving to the side so Brody could walk in a bit more.

"This school is a non-smoking area, unfortunately. New York State law and all. So you may wish to hide those... err... then again, Professor Logan can smell them out."

Brody looks sadly at the remainder of his cigarette, before tossing it behind him and following Dolemick in. He was trying not to stare, but everything he looked at he was pretty sure was more expensive than his truck. He scratched the back of his head, and wondered not for the first time since pulling up if he'd have been more comfortable in jail.

"Half the size puts you closer in the ballpark than me, boy, I'll tell you that much now..." Brody took a moment to pick up on the mention of a professor, and turned back to the Englishman, "So I am in the right place? Some kind of secondary school? I tried to keep up with what my court appointed was telling me but, I'll be honest, I can't understand lawyers or doctors when they talk half the time..."

"This is the Xavier Institute, a school for mutants of all ages!" He tried to keep smiling as he continued to wheel himself around. "We have some really young students, and older students in the "continuing education" program. I take high school level courses here, as well as extra work for my citizenship test. You know, the test immigrants take to become residents of this country?"

He started to guide Brody down one of the halls, heading for Headmistress Ramsey's office.

"We have a lake, a pool, lots, and lots of forest areas, a gym, a medical center on premise... which Rose says they should just name a wing of it after me."

Brody was interested in the pool, maybe even interested in meeting other students...but he stopped and waved his hands in front of Dolemick, "Woah woah woah, I didn't say I was a mutant. Let's not just go throwing that word around, buddy, alright?" Brody had never been...altogether alright with some of the language used around him about mutants in his hometown, but he'd become especially sensitive about the whole topic after discovering what it was he could do. He'd been luckier than he had any right to, that the question hadn't come up in his case before his lawyer had worked out whatever deal was made to get him here, but that didn't mean that Brody was still extremely nervous about the whole thing.

"Relax, you are amongst friends." Dolemeck closed his eyes and focused his telekinetic powers, he lifted up a vase that Brody nearly knocked over in shock, and placed it in a more secure place. he even arranged the flowers, before wheeling himself further down the hall. "Everyone is a mutant here. And to be honest, I have not seen a single human in our group."

Brody blinks at the vase, pointing at it as if that will somehow help him figure out what just happened, before blinking his eyes a few more times at Dolemeck.

"I, uh...I'm pretty new, so I have no idea if this is crass, but, uh...did you do that with your brain?"

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"Aye, I did. I am a telekinetic. I can move objects with my mind." He was a bit proud of that. "I am still getting stronger, and hope to be able to try and one day be able to use my powers so I can walk, again. Though... that is highly unlikely. Picking up and throwing objects is one thing, manipulating body parts is another."

He had stopped wheeling himself about to be able to talk to Bordy more directly.

"Everyone is different here and has a different "gift"."

"'Gift'?" Brody's voice was incredulous, but stopped short of any crassness. He laughed a little and then waved his fingers in front of his forehead in his best charade of telekinesis.

"Buddy, the brain-lifting thing? That's a gift. The only thing, uh, 'different' I can tell about me is getting my ass kicked and still getting up after most folk have the sense to stay down." He didn't mention dropping the engine block out of a Chevy with an angry fist. Didn't seem relevant. He didn't want to weird the guy out. Dolemeck seemed pretty cool...and, if Brody was being honest, probably a lot better at handling 'weird' than he gave first appeared, with how openly he did the, uh, brain-moving thing he'd forgotten the word for. Maybe Brody just didn't want to talk about it yet...

"Are you daft? I wished I had such an ability! It would certainly have prevented... this." He motions to his legs and the chair he was in. "Got hit by an impaired driver. I shoved everyone else away with my mind, only to end up taking the brunt of the car. I'm told that I was pinned between the car and a brick wall."

He sighed, turning his chair to the side.

"I was in a coma for a month after, and when I woke up, was told I would never walk again. And if I did, it would only be a matter of time before I was in a chair. Well, I learned to walk with leg braces, and recently... I lost the feeling in my legs. It just went like that." He snapped his fingers. "The next time you think you do not have something "special" , I will remind you that you do."

Brody listened, scratching at the stubble on his face. Guy had a point. He'd been hit by a truck that night, the night that started all this, and all that had happened was him bouncing a few hundred yards in the opposite direction. He had never really stopped to process that, beyond how weird it had been that he'd, well, bounced. Never stopped to think that he really should've ended up in the ground that night...

Brody looked around a little, "Sorry to hear that, Dolemeck. Really, I am. And, I think I get at least a little of what you mean," Brody still wasn't entirely sold on optimism and mutation, "But I gotta ask, just to be sure...'daft' means 'dumb', right?"

"It means silly or foolish." He managed to smile again, turning around and going back to leading Brody down the halls. "Oh relax! I would never call you "dumb"."

Brody waves it off as he follows Dolemeck, "Nah, it ain't like I ain't kinda dumb, all things being equal..."

Brody was pretty sure he couldn't see the end of the hallway they'd turned down. It was going to take some getting used to being here, "So, okay, apparently this is Mutant School. So, uh, what does that mean anyhow?"

"Well, aside from your typical studies at a normal school, we also get training on how to use our powers, and how not to." He stopped wheeling again to turn around and look at Brody.

"Ultimately, what we do when we graduate is our choice. But we are taught that our gifts should be used for the greater good. To not abuse them, or use them to harm others. We also "exercise" with our powers in the "Danger Room" . It has programs built to help focus on your strengths and improve your weaknesses... or so I am told."

"I think the courts are in charge of what I do..." Brody mumbled to himself, but his face went from 'dejected' to 'alarmed' as Dolemeck continued talking, "What the shit is a 'Danger Room'? Cause it sounds like a pretty cool band..."

"It is in the sub levels of the school. Some kind of room that can produce any sort of life or death simulation. I only heard of it, never seen it with me own eyes." He rubbed the back of his head. "I am more or less a sitting duck as I am. So I train separately from everyone else with my powers for the time being."

...Brody was not prepared to be told about a killer basement, and stopped in his tracks as Dolemeck continued moving.

"...huh. Killer Basement. Okay..." Was it any weirder than anything else he'd dealt with since hopping out of his truck. Yes, yes it was. But He didn't want to bother Dolemeck with the nervous breakdown he was likely to have at the end of the tour. "So, classes and murder rooms and brain-moving stretching aside...what's it like here? I'd say it's weird we haven't run into other students or professors but, um, they may have gotten lost in here..." Were they lost? Brody didn't like being this far from the nearest acceptable smoking location, but he was pretty sure the cool English kid wasn't lost.

"Most of the other students are in class." He pointed out. "The School is rather large, and you will not find many students about the foyer during the day. I was only there because I had left the infirmary, on me way to the library for study hall."

"Infirmary? You feelin alright?" It was a kneejerk question Brody almost immediately regretted. He'd noticed the wheelchair, obviously, and Dolemeck had mentioned the accident. Brody cleared his throat, "Sorry, I, uh, don't mean to pry or anything..."

"I am feeling much better, now." He smiled again. "I am not contagious and it is alright. You are not prying or asking me anything that has not been asked before."

He took a turn around a corner, stopping in-front of a door with a couch to the side of it.

"This is Headmistress Ramsey's office."

"This my stop?"

Brody looked at the door, and did his best not to look intimidated by a large flat piece of wood. He turned back to Dolemeck with a large smile, "Hey, thanks for the heads-up on all of this. I appreciate the quick tour."

"If you need anymore help, just let me know! It makes me feel useful about here." He continued to look cheerful. "Do not worry, Headmistress Ramsey is not that bad. She really cares about us."

"I appreciate it, man. And anyone named 'Headmistress' doesn't sound like someone I'd normally get along with..." Brody gave another sidelong glance at the door.

"Well, she is the headmistress of the school. Her real name is Rachel Summers Ramsey, but we have to call her by her respected title of Headmistress or Mrs. Ramsey." He grinned. "You are really nervous about this, huh?"

Brody shrugged, "This place is just one big fancy school, and...I ain't really the best in the way of students." He'd bore Dolemeck with his whole story later. Right now, Brody just wanted to find out what the whole deal with this weird place was. He turned to the door, then back to Dolemeck, "Should I just, uh...knock?"

"Just knock." He knocked on the door for Brody, then started to wheel himself off. "I will see you soon!"

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