The X.... what? ((Open to whoever may be my escort))

Alex looked up, the Washington monument. Though it loomed over him, he didn't feel small in comparison. No, quite to opposite. He felt big compared to it. Not in the way of height just a feeling that was building in him. Smiling he turned around, facing Semaj. "We should head back" Semaj asked. Nodding they started walking, Semaj was African american, and stood around the same height as Alex, and they both wore the same T-shirt it was advertising the circus in which they both worked at. They had there own act, you see. Semaj was like him, different. He had control of fire, while Alex had the power of ice. Even though the elements were the opposite Alex and Semaj were as close as brothers. As the two walked down the street they saw some of the sites they had missed the day before, this was there last day in D.C. and even though it had been a week, the days had gone by like minutes. Alex was dressed in his tan cargo shorts and the circus shirt. He also had his black hat on, he looked towards a few people that were walking by. "Do you ever think, what would it be like to be normal? I don't mean fit in, I mean like every time you get mad you wouldn't have to worry about burning buildings down or freezing people solid where they stand? Not to look at yourself like a weapon.... but as something...... human?To not have to be a freak in a circus, I mean it's fun. But the looks we get, the fact people are amused with what we are. It just makes me so mad, uuuhhh." Alex looked at his breath, in the middle of Summer he could see his breath. He tried to calm himself when he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "we all do."

Alex looked at his friend, "hey i'll catch up later. I think i'm just going to clear my head." His friend started to leave, and Alex went in the other direction. Putting his earbuds in, he turned on his music. 'Louder than thunder' by Devil Wears Prada. He soon found himself on a bridge, over looking a busy street. So many thoughts ran though his head, is this my life? By day a freak who puts on shows for pathetic people who have nothing better to do than to watch us. As if we were mere nothings, or little more than just bothers. Why must we be treated so different, we aren't freaks. We are just different, but for that were exiled and even persecuted! Like my family, those.. Alex thought of every curse under heaven it's self and uttered it insulting his family. It matters not, I have a new family. Remember they gave you your new name Alex. Alex's last name was not really Radke, it used to be Wright. But after he told his new family and friends of how he ended up with them in the circus. They pretty much gave him a new name. "I should get back." With that he made his way back to where they were all camped.

It was hours later when Alex had another moment to himself, the show had just ended. His 'performance' consisted of him freezing lit torches, than dipping them into oil to show the crowd they were really no longer fire. Than him and Semaj juggling torches that Semaj would light when one came close, than Alex blowing the flame out with his frost breath (as he called it) among other things. He sat down and sighed, this was his life and it wasn't going to change. Sadly, Alex walked though the massive heard of people bumping into several. When he got out of it, he saw a little boy smiling at him. Alex smiled back and looked at the boy, there was no hate in his eyes no nothing just happiness. Alex held out his hand and a snowball started to form, the little boy just laughed. Alex handed it to him, than was hit with it. "I should have seen that coming" he said as he brushed the snow out of his hair. That was when a women in her later thirty's appeared and snatched the boy away, glaring at Alex. As if he had tried to harm his new little found friend. Alex stood up and glared at her, "what! Do you have a problem with me!? Just because i'm different!" The look on the women's face changed from anger to fear. Alex pushed passed the mom, and just took off running. His tears missed by a crowd that only wanted to accuse and harm him.

He didn't stop until he fell, crashing into the ground. Tears streaming down his face, the way that mom looked at him burned into him mind. "It's not fair, why men! Why me!" It wasn't a question, it was an accusation with no one to put the blame upon. Alex was shaking he was so mad, where his palms layed on the ground was now surrounded by a thin layer of ice creeping outward. Jumping back he leaned against a wall, looking at his hands. his legs becoming weak and giving out. He now sat on the ground leaning on the ground. The thought of how far he had run entered his head, he couldn't see anything that looked like it would be near his home. Sighing he let his hands drop, and looked at his surroundings. He brushed away the tears and stood, "why me, why must I be cursed to be different. To fear ones self and everything about him, it to be as good as dead. This I swear." That was when he looked to his left, a figure under a street light was getting closer. Alex balled his fists, maybe it was another people with a 'freak' remark. He had heard them all. He was mentally and physically getting ready for a fight, what he didn't know was the person coming closer was a mutant just like himself.

((sorry it's a bit sucky and rambly, but hey got my first RP post on this site done !))

((an accomplishment to be sure Please forgive the brevity and crappyness of my post))

Charlie had watched him. She had been trailing him for a few days, she had seen one of his shows, and came to the end of the most recent one, and she had seen what had happened. Her heart hurt for him a little as she watched it happen. She had come back there to try and find him and ask if he where to come with her and all that, but the mom had beat her to it, darn those soccer moms! They where fast, but she only meant to drag her son away from the guy. She felt his anger as she had felt it once as well. She would have reached out to him sooner but she had to be sure he was legit. Those who do use their powers as a source of income could quickly be confused with a really really good con artist, and that was an awkward moment best avoided. But when she had seen him make that snow ball she knew. She had smiled lightly when the kid threw it back at him, but a growl rose in her throat when she saw the mother reaction. Maybe she just had a protective side for her fellow mutants, or maybe people like that really got to her, what ever it was she resisted the urge to blast her backwards into a pond.

So she had followed him as he ran off. She kept her distance, and emotional mutant was dangerous at best and she knew he had a certain amount of control over his powers. Her hazel eyes studied him as he cursed to no one and pleaded with them, a state they had all been in. She bit her lip as she watched him, such pain he bore so stoically, how he did it she wasn't so sure. Finally he was sitting up against a wall and she took her chances. Slowly and silently she made her way up to him. He noticed her and took a defensive position but she merely gave him a weary smile.

"Its hard I know." she leveled with him "Its hard because they don't under stand and it hurts. I suppose they don't mean it personally, but I get it. I get fearing yourself, fearful you don't know what you are or afraid of what you've done." her voice was soft and gentle like her gaze, she usually was rubbish at this but some how, when she was really speaking truth, it came a lot easier. She swallowed and looked at him for a second before adding "Your not alone you know." and offered him another weary smile.

"Its hard I know. Its hard because they don't under stand and it hurts. I suppose they don't mean it personally, but I get it. I get fearing yourself, fearful you don't know what you are or afraid of what you've done. Your not alone you know." Alex stop in his tracks, the look on his face was confusion as it sunk in. His bottom lip quivering, this was something he had wanted to hear for a long time. Someone who understood, the other people at the circus who were different didn't understand. They were born with others, they were trained since they were little. Alex had been on his own and was still unstable with his powers. He knew this girl meant what she was saying, it wasn't phoned in. He gave a weary smile, he didn't care if he did or didn't looked cool or tough in front of some girl, or the fact that a tear slowly trickled down his cheek. Wiping it away, he looked at her. She had blonde hair... and brown eyes? He didn't know, being color blind had it's disadvantages. Really it was nothing but one big huge disadvantage, he was red green color blind. Sucked. Alex smiled at the girl, and looked at the girl. He was just happy, that there was someone who got it. He shook his head, something he did to clear his head. Ran a hand threw his hair, and laughed. All the emotions bubbling up, this one was that hit the surface first. The feeling of happiness that filled him, it was like none other. He felt truly happy to hear those words, to have someone know what it felt like. Someone who seemed to give a damn about him. "I can't believe this, who are you?"

Alex stopped himself from asking other questions, he wasn't going to bombard her with hundreds of questions. After some time passed he asked a question on his mind. "So you know about me than? How? I don't think you just happened to catch one of the shows and thought I was different." He held his hand out and put it against a wall, closing his eyes ice started creeping from his hand quickly covering most of the wall in seconds. "I can control and manipulate ice, what about you?" He was interested in what this girl could do, he was sure she was like him. She seemed to understand all his thoughts and such. He looked at her, and held out his hand to shake, "My names Alex..... Alex.. Radke." It had been the first time he had to introduce himself as that. It felt, funny he knew it wasn't his name. But he'd rather die than be called 'Alex Wright.' With that he sat down on a bench, and moved over so the girl had some room. "So you never answered my question, who are you" he asked and smiled at her.

((Sorry it's late here, and i'm just beat along with my muse it may come back later idk . I promise my next post will be so much better than this.))

((its all good!))

Charlie smiled. He was taking this well and that was just awesome. Usually she was accused of being a liar, and then they would fight her about it for a bit, usually it depended on their situation and personality, but she had been called a liar more times than she could count. Ironically that was the furthest thing from what she truly was, she could be reclusive and quiet but if you wanted to know, honestly about something she wouldn't hesitate, she was a little blunt to be honest. Sugar coating she found trivial and a waste of time. She knew they didn't want to get their hopes up and then be fooled by some girl. But she got tired of the mistrust, it started to sting after awhile.

She watched patiently as he sorted out his emotions and kind-of figured out what he was going to say. He introduced himself and asked who she was, but she still waited. Finally he put his hand on the wall and she watched with a light gaze as he proceeded to freeze the wall. She smiled as he asked what her power was. She would show him. She held out her hand, palm facing the wall where he had frozen it, and for a brief second she collected the energy and her eyes drained white and then she released it. The mirage looking sphere of energy hit its target and shattered the ice off the wall. Smiling at her work she looked to Alex

"I'm Charlotte Black, you can call me Charlie...or Blast. But most just call me Charlie." she took his hand and shook it, her eyes regained their color slowly, going from pale blue to dark blue to green to hazel. She could do more with her power but firing energy balls from her hand always seemed to sum up the essentials about it, she could manipulate energy around her and pull it from her being. Complicated and obscure but hey, that was most of her life.

"I was sent for you, from the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, a school for us, for mutants. Your welcome to come, tuition is free." her eyes watched him closely

"I'm Charlotte Black, you can call me Charlie...or Blast. But most just call me Charlie." Alex looked at her, she sort of looked like a Charlie yet for some reason Blast seemed to fit her more than her real name. He chuckled to himself, it was funny. "So is Blast like your.. hmmm it wouldn't be a show name now would it? No.... oh yes. Nickname. Is blast your nickname of something?" The girl showed him her power, "I see why they call you Blast hahaha" he laughed. He noticed, that her eyes changed colors. From brown to blue, back to brown. "Interesting, so why do your eyes change colors? Or does it just come with the territory so to speak?" Alex looked at his right hand, and made an ice diamond appear by softly blowing for a second. Alex tossed it around, and juggled it between his fingers, before losing interest in it and letting it drop to the ground. "The one downside to my powers is they don't disappear quickly, so say I freeze someone. What than? Let them bake out in the sun for a few days?"

A small touch of bitterness in his words. "I was sent for you, from the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, a school for us, for mutants. Your welcome to come, tuition is free." He looked at her, "it's a safe place for...... mutants? Hmmm never thought to use that terminology. I guess it works? I don't know? So what's it like? The school?" Alex wait for her to answer while he played with his powers more, it was dark out and no one could see him. Ashe did he felt the bitter cold in his bones, most hated that feeling. Alex on the other hang loved it, the feeling was exciting and it reminded him of who he was. Usually Alex would be wearing a jacket and jeans, just to warm himself up. He didn't mind the cold he preferred it nine times out of ten. Just feeling kind of warm was relaxing, but in the Summer it drew strange looks. "So there are most people like us? Will they help me? Control this curse? So I no longer have to fear what I am, what I could do..." he stopped.

Alex looked down at the ground, "hey sorry for laying that all out." He just went with his thoughts. Could they really help me? I mean to not be a weapon? That seems more of a dream than anything, a foolish dream. Well I guess i'm leaving with her, but I have to go get my stuff and say goodbye. "Well I guess i'm coming with you? I'll have to go back and get some of my stuff, and my snowboard. Yes, yes, yes the boy with ice powers carry's around a snowboard."

Charlie couldn't help but laugh, the boy with many questions. She supposed it was appropriate, it wasn't every day that you got invited to a school for mutants...or simply told you where one. Questions where inevitable she supposed. Her eyes glinted as she tried to funnel what to answer and how, as she did she watched him carefully as he made an ice diamond among other things. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, he could make beautiful things with his power, she could only destroy. She had tried to make objects with her energy, like the ice diamond Alex had created, but they would all fade as soon as she released her power. When she was bored she could make spheres of energy and suspend things inside of them, she could throw them at people, like a snow ball, but they would dissipate as soon as they did their job. She could light them on fire if she really tried, she could capture elements within a sphere of energy and blast them back at people, even use the energy like a knife, slicing through people and objects, but nothing beautiful. Her nickname was 'Blast' and it sounded strange for others to call her that but its what they did. It never got to her, she even laughed good naturedly at it, but watching him play with his power made her heart clench and a dark voice in her head say 'And all you can do is destroy, how could you be loved?'

She looked down at the floor to clear her head and swallowed quickly before saying "Lets walk while we talk then shall we? We wouldn't want to be with out a snow board." she smiled lightly. With her hands in her pockets she trudged on trying to answer his questions.

"Yah it's my nickname, Blast" she said trying it out for herself, it wasn't half bad
"And they change colours because for a brief moment of time my body is drained of energy whilst I try to control it. Or with my excitement level, lighter and brighter when my heart starts to race and hazel when I'm calm and cool." she paused for a moment before continuing
"The school is beautiful, and it's just for us, no judging eyes or freaked out faces. Granted some of the faces there are freaky but its not the same thing." she gave him a weary smile but it faded when he called his power a curse.
"I think your power is beautiful, what you can create..." she looked ahead of her and shook her head
"I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side...or in this case the ice is always cooler, but you get what I mean. Yes they can and will teach you, but its really your own battle..." again she stopped. She remembered when she had first come, she forbid any one to come near her when she would try to use her power, for hours she would practice in the training bunker and it was a year or two before she allowed any one to watch or stand near. She hadn't trusted herself.