You're Abraham Thomson Ackerman, a seventeen year old teenager who used to live out in a country town where anyone knows everyone. A town just out from the west coast and a four hour drive south of the Big Apple of America. A rural town a best, a degenerate shit hole at worst. You spent the last day in your hometown doing anything /but/ what you were supposed to do. If there's anything you hate more than packing, it's 'goodbyes'. Today you're moving to New York City where you'll live in a dorm at the High School you’re transferring to for your last senior year and a half. Transferring before the second term isn’t the best decision, but it’s your only option. Why are you moving there alone? Family problems that you frankly don't care to get into. It's a mess filled with backstabbing and drugs.
Although you'd claim you're not excited in the least at the prospect of moving if anyone asked you, it'd be far from the truth. You see, it’s only been 12 hours since you discovered your active X-gene that have granted you powers you were unaware of - or too stupid to figure out - for 2 whole years! Telekinesis - or A.T, meaning "Adaptable Telekinesis" as you've dubbed it. The name came to you after noticing that at first you could only lift a pebble for a couple of seconds, but after doing that for the better part of last night, you could eventually lift a stone or some of the smaller metal pieces at the local scrapyard for a few minutes. Your powers are weak right now, but they're like a muscle; if you continue to train and stretch their limits, you'll be able to do much more at a longer time.
[1/2]
Carson Wilson
The train shrieks as it pulls into a stop at the nearby train station. Like you said, it’s a 4 hour drive to N.Y from your hometown, but your insufferable Aunt had, and you quote, ‘better things to do than driving a hopeless kid’. Point is, she only drove you to the nearest town over where you had to spend some of your own saved money to buy a train ticket for the rest of the journey. You’d never say it to her face, but you’ve always thought she’s an outright cunt. Then again, she’s been like that ever since her daughter drowned by Willow Creek a couple of years ago. You can’t blame her for her rude behaviour, even if you wish you could sometimes.
After stepping off the train - ruffing whatever snow left in your hair on the way in - and leaving the platform behind via a couple of stairs, the city feeling starts to sink in upon taking in the grandeur sight of the train station alone. It’s a mix of excitement and danger watching all these people storm about, each an individual in their own right while part of a larger crowd. The smells and odours are strong and many, and there’s countless sounds coming from everywhere. It’s far from the quiet country town feeling you’re used to.
Your backpack is hanging firmly off your right shoulder and with the large duffle bag’s grip in your left hand, you set about figuring out what to do next. You could drop your stuff off at the dormitories, maybe even meet your future roommate or any of your dorm neighbours. You can also skip that for now and visit your sister who lives in the city, like you promised you would over the phone. School doesn’t start for you until tomorrow anyhow - which brings you to your third option; School be damned and your sister can wait. It’s your first time in N.Y! You wanna enjoy it on your own for now!
>[ ] Visit the dormitories. >[ ] Check in with your Sister. >[ ] Explore! >[ ] Write-in.
Sebastian Young
>[ ] Check in with your Sister.
Isaiah Hall
>>[ ] Check in with your Sister.
Parker Green
> [X] Check in with your Sister
Ethan White
>[ ] Explore!
Brandon Campbell
>>[ ] Visit the dormitories.
Andrew Jenkins
>>[ ] Check in with your Sister. Here's hoping this can fill the void left by a certain other mutant quest
Daniel Roberts
A promise is a promise, you sigh under your breath right as you push your way through a crowd of tourists scouring about the golden hall of Grand Central Station. You throw a glance back up at the large clock. Buying a watch or a phone is among the first things on your list. Never really had a reason to get a phone out in the country and knowing the time wasn’t as important back then.
Upon leaving the Central Station behind, the cold air fills your lungs and you press your mouth and nose into your green-white scarf that you got for christmas 3 years ago. It still fits, given its size. For the briefest of moments you consider hailing a cab, but you find yourself too nervous to actually go through with it. What if the cab fare is too much? What if it doesn’t take cards?
With doubt clouding your judgement, you resort to walking. The School ain’t far from the Grand Central Station and neither is your Sister’s place. You only get to see her on your birthday’s and on some christmas when she’s allowed to show up back home. You used to see her all the time, but ever since her fallout with your Aunt and Mother a few years back, she moved away. Claims she’s been over in most states before settling in New York. An adventure you hope to go through with as well some day.
[1/2]
Robert Cox
The walk takes you about 30 minutes, give or take. You’ve switched the duffel bag between your hands a couple of time while passing through the street blocks, keeping yourself to one side at all times. Crossing the street is a possibility, but there’s so much traffic all over the place. Sooner or later you find yourself in front of the apartment complex where your Sister told you she lives. It’s an old building. You’d wager it holds four or five floors or so. It’s your first time seeing one on the inside.
After checking the names on the panel to your left upon entering, you quickly take note of your sister’s name among the many names written after an apartment number. Jessica Ackerman 3 C, you mutter to yourself repeatedly to not forget it as you make your way up the flight of stairs to the third floor. Doesn’t take more than a minute to spot the already half open door with the “3 C” logo on it. You knock and wait, as country courtesy demands.
“Come in!” You hear a man’s voice coming from her apartment.
/What/?!
> [ ] It’s a burglar! Storm in. Save your sister! >[ ] Quietly make your way inside. Hopefully it’s not what you’re thinking. >[ ] Enter the apartment like a normal person and close the door behind you. >[ ] Write-in.
