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Post by John Doe on Oct 1, 2006 11:11:07 GMT -5
The large office of the ex-White Queen is a well decorated one, with many modern themes appliad to the furniture within it. The large glass window that stands instead of a back wall illuminates the office at day, which explains the small amount of lamps in the office.
A big armchair is maybe 10 inches away from the large window, in front of it a desk with a computer, and two chairs. Most students come here when they first arrive at the school, where they meet with Emma and Scott and are assigned with classes. Emma also serves at the councilor for the institute and any student may come to her office in order to talk or ask for advice.
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 13:48:21 GMT -5
Brian Saunders wanders helplessly around the mansions interior-after having a brief discussion with Marvel Girl. His clothing, differs from the rest, as he heads down-strutting his body as he looks about. The first, and fore most, words written on the elegant door read; EMMA FROST. He's heard of this women before, once or twice in his life time. The halls we're barren, as he taps upon the door. The knock echoes loudly as he awaits beside it.
"Ugh...T...-This is Brian. Some chick told me to meet you."
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 14:02:27 GMT -5
OCC: Lol. Thats fine. That your time. 8] I've got some bacon to chew on. >.>`
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Post by John Doe on Oct 8, 2006 14:12:16 GMT -5
"Yes Mr. Saunders, do come in."
Emma Frost speak briefly and to the point, her voice as alluring and charming as always. She sits in her modernly decorated office, her groomed fingernails taping lightly on the computer key-board as she awaits the entrance of the man behind the door.
The powerful woman could have the conversation this way as well, or even have this conversation with him at the speed of thought. But she doesn't really want to scare him, she knows that beyond his pose he is already rather scared of the institute.
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 14:16:54 GMT -5
"Need ta' get the f*ck out of my head..."
He states, tilting his head in anger. His body quickly over examines the door-as he lunges himself upon it. With a single flair, his hands grip roughly on the door knob. With a small twist, the door flung open-reveling the thug-like attire upon him. Without any attention to the female at the desk-he looks at the room.
~*~Fuggin' rich people...~*~
Little to react, he turns to Emma Frost. His light brown hair, and jawline was first to be seen as he tilts his head down.
"That...cute lil' red head, in the tight clothes- told me to come here."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 8, 2006 14:38:21 GMT -5
Emma averts her eyes from the computer screen to quickly examine the man that entered the room even thought she didn't really need to; before he even reached the door she entered his mind and looked at the way he sees himself. Looking at him only confirms her suspicions.
A man composed of criticism towards the things he believes he will never have, acting a powerful pose to hide a not so powerful man.
Back in the day she would have had her fun with him, bringing him down to his knees and showing him exactly how weak of a man he really is; but those days are over... What a pity.
"That would be Marvel Girl. My name is Emma Frost, or Ms. Frost, which ever you choose. I'm the headmistress of this institute."
The beautiful woman says, pushing some strands of platinum blond hair from her face, looking into the man's eyes with her piercing blue eyes. Her smile is filled with confidence, to a point where it is slightly intimidating.
"How may we help you?"
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Post by John Doe on Oct 8, 2006 14:39:16 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for my replies taking so long, I'm doing my best at multitasking... 
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 14:44:57 GMT -5
((Lol. Thats fine.))
His eyes follow her, as they match upon each other. There sight entwines as he shrugs his hands into his pant pockets. With exaggeration at a high, he sighed-turning towards the blond mutant. An idea slowly hatches upon his head-as he squints, bitting his mouth reveling a dimple.
"...I'm a mutant..."
He says. Back where he was from, living in places like these would be rare, to minimal. He figured there wouldn't be THAT many telepaths running loose at the school-as he looks at directly.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 8, 2006 15:08:08 GMT -5
"I'm shocked." Emma says, sarcasm drooling off her words in every possible manner. If the man thinks he can charm her, he is wrong. It takes much more then a pair of common dimples to sway the logic of the White Queen."Now, if you will, please tell me what it is that you want. Do you wish to enroll here at Xavier's? There is no reason to be ashamed of joining a school at your age." A diabolical smile spreads on her face as she stings the man with her words like an enraged bee. Too bad that unlike a bee, she survives the sting and is able to sting once more.(( I'm assuming that he really is a mutant, since you didn't really mention it in your bio  )) [Agent:2] |
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 15:11:19 GMT -5
((Lol. Then yes. >.>` But um...yea he doesn't know it. But he just wants a place to crash. xD))
He stands firmly turning to the women. He turns towards her desk and gently sits down near the cushions of the chair-as he watches the White Queen work.
"Then yes. I want to enroll at this school...."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 8, 2006 15:34:21 GMT -5
Her red lips part into an evil smile. Emma knows exactly what it is that the man wants, and she plans on giving it to him... Eventually.
"Very well. As a student here you must attend several classes, but in your case - let's make it all classes - shall we?"
Without awaiting an answer she grabs time table and starts filling it up peacefully, mentioning what she writes as she does so.
"Target Practice, Physical Education, Mental Skills, Combat Class, Science Class, Flight, Telekinesis, Advanced Math, Advanced English Literature, Advanced Physics. There."
Her target is obvious - exposing his true intentions that are already known to her; she wants to show him that with this kind of attitude he won't get very far in life or in the institute - even it that means making up the three last classes. She hands him the overly packed time table and smiles.
"You have three papers to write, one in AV English Literature, in AV Physics and in Science. All due tomorrow. I'm sure that if you'd start quickly you could be done with them until 3 AM. I'll be sure to check tomorrow if they're done."
(( I LOVE BEING EMMA! BITCHES RULE ;D And don't leave the office! ))
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 15:45:12 GMT -5
He smiles back after hearing his array of classes and homework. He leans back against the cushioned chairs as he smiles plentifully at her. With little care in the world he surfs his mind about her being the rude, and vile person that everyone knew her to be.
" And if I don't?"
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Post by John Doe on Oct 8, 2006 15:56:56 GMT -5
Emma imitates Brian, leaning back into her antique armchair.
"If you don't? You're out. And you won't be back in."
The powerful X-Woman smiles, knowing that he won't last long, not while she can hear the screams of his unconscious for help and protection from what his mind describes as 'The Horrible Blond Bitch'. If it was anyone else, anyone with the guts to show their real selves she would have never been so harsh, so evil; but people like him need to learn things the hard way, and she is a teacher with a hard of diamond.
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Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 16:11:10 GMT -5
Without warning, he reaches over ,and staples his fingers towards the sheets-retracting them as he watches the words and the long line of activities.
"....Fine..."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 8, 2006 16:30:48 GMT -5
His lack of comfort was more then obvious and she couldn't care less about it. This is a lesson she is more then glad to teach and she simply is the best teacher out there."I'll be sure to watch over what you do. If you give us even the smallest incentive - not doing homework, not arriving at a test, starting a fight... You will be out instantly. Am I understood?" (( Is he going to crack eventually under her pressure or what? 'Cause he will end up writing those unreal papers if he won't make her expose the truth  )) [Agent:2]
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