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2006.02.15 @ 18:14
And so, It begins.
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And so, It begins.
on 2006.02.15 at 18:14
2006-02-17 16:13 (UTC)
Warren grinned widely, taking the contract.
"Thank you- I look forwards to working with you," he replied, steping back into the Mansion and shutting the door.
"Please, come in," He said, one arm sweeping out towards the grand staircase, that paused on a platform and split into two twisting staircases. There were paintings, statues, and massive draperies everywhere, making the Mansion look like an art gallery more than a student's home. Warren was taking a step forwards when a young girl ran by, barely missing him, her arms full of books.
"Kitty- Walk in the halls!" He called after her, and she turned her head over one shoulder, galloping sideways.
"Sorry Warren- late for Ms. Munroe's class, she's gonna zap me if I'm not there!" The girl was headed straight for one of the large pillars in the middle of the hallways that spread out from either side of the entrance hall, but Warren seemed unconcerned. He shook his head, a clearly content smile refusing to leave his lips, turning back to Mark as the girl neared the pole- but didn't smash into it. She turned just in time to smash her nose into it, but she passed right through it. Just went straight through the pole without slowing her pace in the slightest.
"This is our entrance hall," Warren was explaining, "And down each of these halls are some of our classrooms. Down here," He started down the right side hallway, "Is the TV Room, Games room, and library."
2006-02-17 19:03 (UTC)
"He's here!" Kitty shouted, as she tumbled through the wall and into the class.
"Who's here?" Ororo asked, looking up from the moveable blackboard where she was writing a chart. On one side the words "Positive Media Portryal." were written, and on the other, "Negative Media Portryal."
"The filmmaker." Kitty said exasperatly, dumping her books on a seat in front of her. Immeadialy the class, all upper level students began to whisper to each other.
"SILENCE!" Ororo called, finishing her notes. "Thank you Kitty, I'm sure Mr. Worthington will be bringing him around on a tour."
"Is he going to film us now?" Rouge asked, from her spot beside Bobby.
"I don't believe so, no." Ororo replied. "I think today is just a debriefing of sorts."