Sense-sational

At Emma's door

2005-03-24T18:56:34Z

The envelope that had contained Kyle's scholarship appilication and eventual acceptance was folded into a tiny square. It had been folded, unfolded, and refolded numerous times on the way from his room to Emma's office. With the plane ticket back home already ordered, he wanted to let Ms. Frost know he wouldn't be coming back for some time.

The knock on the door is a soft one, and Kyle's voice is an odd combination of sadness and excitement.
"Ms. Frost?" he asks, not sure if he wants her to be there, like the uncertainty of whether to leave a voice mail or not.

Journal: Private ((OOC: Phasing Kyle out...))

2005-03-23T21:37:20Z

Not that it's been hard avoiding everyone at the mansion, as people are usually wrapped up in their own matters, but I've totally been skipping out on what I need to do and say. Summers and Frost were kind enough to have me study and live here since last year, and since I'm going to be leaving soon, I should be able to tell them exactly why. Maybe even talk to Grace about it, but she's at the farm for now. An e-mail would be too impersonal, but it just feels like I'm running. I've been away from my family too long, and the scholarship for the massage school is too good to pass up. A lot of thank you's are in order, and I'll be sure to keep in touch and see how things with the brotherhood and MAMA work out for them. It looks as though the mutant route wasn't for me. I'm not going to go back to Tampa and just sit and watch the TV all dejected and stuff though. If things happen in my town, I'm going to be there helping people out and educating who I can. This place has given me enough courage in that sense, to go out and right wrongs. Time to grow up then, and let them know I'll be leaving.
~Kyle

Private

2005-02-05T20:44:22Z

So talk about random acts of kindness! Emma took everyone shopping for the Valentine's day dance. We all needed the outing, and it was great to be like a regular college student again. I made a quick dash to my usual stores, selecting a different item at each, because I hate to buy the store made outfits they put together for you. At Express I bought yet another 1MX fitted stretch dress shirt, but rather than the solid colors I always buy, this one has vertical stripes in shades of green, brown, and grey on a white background. I also found this solid green tie, sort of shiny but not, still dark enough to match the shirt. Kenneth Cole had these awesome dress boots also shiny, but in this nice brown, semi Diesel style with the square-ness. They're pretty low key so they don't distract much from the shirt. The pants I bought at Nordstroms, and they're black with really faint grey stitches around the hems and small cargo pockets. Sleek cargo not the tacky button ones though. I'm using this belt I have from home, leather, brown also, with a small rectangular buckle, nothing big. Red doesn't look good on me, so I'm sure the outfit won't match much with the dance decor, but that's alright. I can't believe I just dedicated an entire entry to my clothes, but hey, when was the last time I went shopping like this!
`Kyle\

Private

2005-01-30T20:46:12Z

I'm slacking in school more than I'd like to be. The only class I have left now after I dropped the other is massage physiology. When my parents get the bill for college they're going to flip at how little I'm doing. I don't know why, but I'm pretty disenchanted with the whole school thing. A bright part of the day is when I'm carpooling with the other students here, like Grace and David that take classes there also. And as a total change of subject, which I've been meaning to talk about, something really odd happened at the clinic the other day. While I was working with Rose, I was feeling tired during her rehab so I decided against using any of my powers, but when I finished, she asked why I didn't do my thing. I flipped when I thought I was caught, but then she continued by telling me how she used to have a thing too, but she forgot what it was. She said not to worry, I guess because she saw the concern on my face, that she'd probably forget about my thing too, and how she kept the secret about her thing when she was younger. She was having one of the moments of Alzheimers clarity where she realized one thing, but completely forgot another. I wasn't sure if she was talking about a mutation or what. Anyway, whenever Kate brings up the discussion group thing, It's something I'd want to ask. What happens to mutations in old age? Not like Xavier old, because his mental faculties are fine, but like senile old. Did she forget what she used to do? Or how to even do it? If she brings it up again, I'll have to ask. Till next time journal.
Kyle

Private Journal

2005-01-20T13:41:40Z

So it's not so much I'm upset we lost, I'm upset it was lost for Kate. I know it's just a game and all, but that she put so much into it to have it not go her way, bleh. But really, how could team Iceman not have won a snowball fight? :). There's all this talk about having to 'serve' the winning team, cause someone's going to need to explain that to me. It feels like being back in high school or something. The grounds were beautiful during the fight though, and I'd lose a million more times to get to play in it again. All these people that grew up with snow and winter and scarves don't know what it's like actually decorating palm trees and sweating from the heat during the pseudo-winter. Everyone looks better in sweaters, it should be some sort of mandatory dress code. People just look cuter all bundled up. Maybe I'll move to Colorado or somewhere very north once I move out of here. That's going to be it for now, but hopefully the weekend is more eventful so I'll have more to talk about. Speaking of more, I didn't write about what happened with Rose the other day, but that's a whole nother entry.
`Kyle-

Private Journal

2005-01-12T22:23:55Z

So Grace came over the other day to cash in on the massage thing. The session went well and I think I might've found something career wise I'd enjoy doing. Staying and studying to be a real physical therapist might be a little too structured for me, so I'm considering studying massage therapy at one of the alternative medicine centers they have around. You can get actual degrees and experience and licensure from them and get jobs at spas or hotels, or even hospitals if I'm so inclined. So looks like that will be a potential avenue for the future I'm looking into. On another note as odd as it sounds, when she gave me a hug goodbye, I was almost surprised. I mean, I'm not a total recluse, but as much as I go out for classes and hang out here with people, I haven't really made a 'connection' with anyone. I don't even want to think about how long it's been since I've had a date. Not that I'm out looking or anything, or even advertising for that matter, it's just not my thing, but it'd be fun to have that whole 'guy fall in your lap' sorta thing happen. Basically I think this means I'm going to make more of an effort to connect to people at the college, maybe join a student club or something, or start one: "Mutant college students that don't think they want to be superheroes but have no idea what other options there are to be safe and still contribute to society". Don't think it would look nice on a poster though, but maybe it could work with tinsel, like Kate said. The connection thing is going to apply here as well, you know, talk, hang out, do stuff outside the mansion with people. Maybe we could go out for dinner one night in the city, get away from things here. Anyway, speaking of people, this lady Rogue came late last night I heard. I think she used to be an X Men or something, though I didn't get to meet her yet. It's kind of ironic that while a bunch of the other professors and staff have left, the 'rogue' returned. Well, seems I'm out of thoughts for now, till next time.
+Kyle

The Xavier Institue's own mini day spa

2005-01-11T13:25:53Z

Who: Grace and Kyle
Where: His room
When: Tuesday
What: Aromatherapy and massage

Grace knocks lightly on Kyle's door, tired and weary. She didn't think that two classes could have drained her so much. Then again, she'd been TA’ing all morning, then trying to learn all afternoon. Plus she was still down sleep for the weekend... She sighed and knocked just a little louder. Her shoulders were all bunched up and the tension was giving her a headache.

The knock startles Kyle slightly and steals his attention away from the day-planner on his computer. He gets up and moves towards the door, trying to remember if he had cleaned up his mess in the kitchen and if this was Jane coming to scold him.

She smiles at him. "Hi Kyle, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she starts out. "But I remembered that sign you posted at Christmas about massages and stuff, and well, I'd like to take you up on that offer if you've got the time..."

"Oh! Right! Of course Grace." he says brightly, remembering now that he should have been expecting visitors cashing in on his offer. "Come on in" Kyle motions for her to enter, wishing he had tidied up earlier in the day when there was nothing to do. "I have a pretty empty day ahead of me so I'm glad you stopped by actually."

She follows him in, looking around curiously. "I would have called in advance or something, but as you're right down the hall ..." Grace grins and shrugs at him. "How are you're classes going?"

"Not so well actually" he tries not to sound down as he walks. "Even though it's only been a couple classes I'm just not feeling the college thing this time you know? I don't know, maybe if I knew what I wanted to do I'd enjoy it more". Turning back to face Grace, Kyle cuts off his own trail of thoughts. "I'll figure it out some other time though. But you're here to feel better right? So enough of my rambling" he smiles again, focusing on work always made him more at ease.

She nods. "Well, you're still working at the clinic right? Doing something professional like that might put a damper on the whole college vibe." Grace rolls her shoulders again, nodding. "My shoulders and my neck are killing me from those stupid seats, and my feet hurt from walking around campus." She blushes a little. "I'm a mess."

"Maybe that's it, but I love the clinic, so I wouldn't be able to leave. College might have to hold on for a bit, we'll see." Kyle chuckles at the description, he knows the seats leave a lot to be desired. "You're not a mess Grace, just a little stressed probably" he assures her, hoping he's not underestimating. "You can lie down on the table if you want to get started, and I can put on some music if that helps you relax" he indicates the massage table at the corner, complete with softened padding and the hole one looks at the floor through

"Oh, sure ... umm... any sort of music will do really, just so it's not hardcore punk or something." She grins at him, stooping down to pull off her boots, and shrugging out of the cardigan she had tossed on. She lies down on the bed, adjusting until she's as comfortable as she can be. She feels a little silly with her face poking through the hole.

Once he sees that Grace is adjusted, Kyle turns off a section of the lights to dim the room. He rummages through his mess of CD's to find one of his favorite collections of nature sequences. "This one has forest sounds and waves on the beach to start with." he calls out a little louder than usual, figuring her ears are right at, if not under, the table. "And I was going to ask, if you felt comfortable with me using my powers to augment the massage; aromatherapy and more complicated pressure and depth." He hasn't used his abilities on any of the students at the mansion, just Emma and Dr. McCoy during training, so he wasn't sure how aware they were past normal conversations about it.

"Oh, that would be kinda cool," Grace says, nodding against the table, giggling a little at how silly she must look. Her cheeks and ears were smooshed in the doughnut shape. She figures Kyle is a little like her in that it's not easy to train his mutation. There's not really anything he could do in the danger room, really, as far as she knew. "Go ahead and gimme the whole package," she says.

Turning on the CD player, the sound of distant gulls, and softly splashing waves fills the room. Kyle starts where Grace mentioned first, at her neck and shoulders. The first massage motion is his own fingers kneading softly at the tense muscles surrounding her neck and filling into her shoulders. Once he establishes a rhythm there, Kyle lets his ability go to work as he pairs the sound of incoming tides with a few faster, smaller circles moving just beyond where his own hands are working, pressing down and into the muscles there. "And this is going to sound like a silly question, but what are some of your favorite scents" he asks slowly, timing his voice with the music, interfering as little as possible.

Grace relaxes slowly under his touch, relaxes even more when he adds what appears to be mental pressure against her muscles. "Smells? Um... vanilla, cinnamon, lilac... " Her voice is soft and muffled, low. Her eyes are closed and she sighs happily.

Kyle takes the softened voice as a sign she's enjoying the massage so far. From the little he's learned about aromatherapy, personal scents that someone enjoys on their own can be more relaxing than the generic lavender often over-used in commercial products. He moves his hands gradually away from her shoulders and neck, down onto the rest of her back. His hands changing from a kneading position to letting his thumbs do most of the work while the knuckles follows suit. Kyle begins to focus next on the
sensation of his own hands relaxing Grace's back, and pairs it with a scent combination of cinnamon and vanilla. Since he doesn't know what particular cinnamon or vanilla she's smelled, Kyle relies on his own memory of a sweetly fragrant vanilla-cinnamon ice cream. The circles he had been controlling earlier now become two rolling motions alongside each of his hands.

She starts just a touch, both at the difference in pressure and the sudden smell of cinnamon and vanilla. She sniffs, sniffs again, and then realizes that Kyle is the one that is causing the scent. Grace relaxes again once she's used to the effect. "S'nice," she mumbles. And it does feel good. All of her muscles are softening under the pressure, and her thoughts ease under the influence of the scent and the music.

Kyle grins as she mumbles, thankful for the calmness in the room. Running two sets of his abilities at once took concentration, but even he was relaxed and focused at the moment. His hands pause briefly at her arms and legs, not staying there for as long since she hadn't mentioned any fatigue or tenseness there, nor was there much to be felt. The final stop would be at Grace's feet. Kyle took one foot into both his hands and began gently squeezing and relaxing, rolling and un-rolling her toes. The vanilla-cinnamon continues and as a trick he learned from Ms. Frost, each time he squeezes, the vanilla dominates, and with each relaxation, the cinnamon grows stronger instead. His mental touch mimics the motion of fingers moving up and down the length of her foot, digging slightly.

Grace's breathing has deepened, evened out. If she hadn't been so at ease she probably would have giggled when he started on her feet. She was slightly ticklish after all. But it didn't bother her at all. She could get really, really used to this.

Finishing with deep dives of his own hands onto the balls of her feet, and his mental touch tapping at Grace's toes, he repeats the sequence on the other foot, then stops the physical and mental massage. Kyle lets the scents go on as the music continues, pairing those two instead, but decreases their presence as he speaks. "I'm turning the lights back on now, so keep your eyes closed until you feel more adjusted" he cautions. There's no better way to ruin a relaxed mood than a harsh transition to bright and noisy surroundings. Finally, he ceases the scents and gives Grace a moment to 'come to'.

She waits for a few minutes, then blinks against the light. "Too comfy to move," she says, sounding sleepy, all thoughts of silly appearance completely forgotten. After a few minutes she takes a deep breath and shoves herself up off the table, sitting off the edge. She shoves her hair back from her face and smiles over at him. "That -- was amazing Kyle, thank you."

"You're incredibly welcome Grace" Now it was his turn to blush; compliments did that sometimes. "Glad to be helpful". He tries his best at being accommodating and hands Grace her boots and cardigans, as they'd probably had enough of the mess in his room. "I'll probably be seeing you around campus then"

She hops off the table, nodding. "Oh, that's the other thing I wanted to ask: My classes are all Tuesday-Thursday, and I drive down, so if you need to carpool or ever need anything picked up, just holler, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan" Kyle says in agreement. "I have one on Tuesday-Thursday also, but the other class is Monday-Wednesday. I'll let you know if anything though. We should carpool with David too if he has a similar schedule" he suggests

'Yep, Becca too I think," she nods and gives him a quick hug. "Thanks again, Kyle, I feel great and I know I'll be able to sleep like a log tonight." She picks up her sweater and boots from the table and heads for door. No need to put them on when she was just going to her room. Grace smiles and waves. "See you 'round," she calls, humming happily as she heads off.

The hug, like the knock, startles Kyle a bit, but again, the resulting warmth is quite welcomed. "Later" he calls out.

Private Journal...

2005-01-06T03:28:05Z

So I've been told that I'm going to be a KP teacher to one of the new students here. The guy's name is Sebastian, and he's done a bit of traveling in his life, going from school to school every time he used his powers. He does something with mentally mimicking sound waves and projecting them onto different locations or objects. He also seems to have a little bit of telekinesis that he has a lot less control over. Anyway, this change in plans makes me think that I'm going to cut back on my time at the clinic, maybe now going just twice a week or so to make sure I'm at the mansion for his training and whatever else is needed. I have to say I'm pretty nervous, but I know Mr. Summers wouldn't have come to me if he didn't feel I could handle it. Now, I just have to make sure I don't let him down. Dr. McCoy was a great teacher to me, so really, all I have to do is look back on our time together and I'm sure I'll learn plenty from those past sessions on how to help Sebastian accomplish whatever goals he might have. Maybe I can even stop by the labs sometime and ask him for some advice. I'm more excited than nervous really, this is going to give me the chance to give back to these people all that they gave me last year. Lesson plans would be too much like real school work, so I need to come up with another way to organize this. Time to get planning then.
~Kyle{

Private Journal

2005-01-03T18:42:16Z

Since I know that this potentially violates confidentiality rules (and probably lots of other rules) and stuff from the clinic, I'm just going to call her 'Rose'. Rose, along with about seven other residents, are ones I visit and help with on a pretty regular basis. Three of these residents, are a couple of the ones that I help out with my abilities, Rose included. When I'm starting on rotations or doing a massage, I concentrate on that specific area, and stimulate just a bit more with combinations from light and deep pressure receptors. So along with the touch of my fingers, I'm activating the receptors in that area that my own touch can't get to, from the inside. Anyway, Rose had been responding especially well to both my techniques and it's been pleasantly surprising. She's almost entirely paralyzed, so she needs total care: feeding, bathing, changing the bed linens, bladder and bowel control, etc. Most of the doctors and nurses at the clinic aren't exactly optimistic regarding her recovery from the car accident; the nerves are all basically severed, so her brain just can't communicate with the rest of her body. That's where I was hoping I could come in, and it's been working well. The nerves and tissues are still physiologically fine; they just aren't getting the messages they need. The lack of movement has sent a lot of her body into an almost rigor mortis state from lack of use, though she can still communicate through other means. When I help though, she's able to move just a little bit more. Her mind is still sort of aware, not top notch anymore, but she's far from vegetative. I know that she knows she's improving, but at the same time, I also think she knows that she isn't ever going to fully recover. At 67 years old, she's lived most of her life, but if not for the accident, she might've still had more to live. She gives me hope that mutants might one day have worthwhile places in society. So what if every mutant can't be on the X Men, or even 'pass' for normal? Maybe they can help in other, smaller ways. For now, I feel like I'm doing my part with that, and I hope in the future I'll be able to do even more.

Christmas presents!

2004-12-23T17:21:23Z

Kyle wasn't exactly pleased at how little money he had in his account. With all that he had been working, he assumed he'd have a little more saved up, but with classes and books, and sending money back home, there wasn't much left. Realizing that buying all the students and faculty at the mansion individual gifts would be a little more than he could afford, he affixed a small note on his door that the others would hopefully notice. It read:

Christmas aromatherapy and/or massage sessions courtesy of Kyle! Just let me know when you want to stop by and you'll get your fun and relaxing gift (or a rain check for another occasion). Happy Holidays everyone!
-Me

He decorated the note as best he could with little holiday drawings of snowflakes and red and green ornaments. The aromatherapy could be easily taken care of by his abilities and some nature sounds cd's he had, and with the massage techniques he learned at the rehab clinic, they felt great even if your muscles were fine.

Private Journal

2004-12-05T07:33:20Z

*It had taken Kyle a while to process all his emotions and thoughts about the beginning of the semester. There had been so much going on between getting settled, starting college again, and working, that he had not had much time to himself. With a brief moment of quiet and clarity, he opened the journal program on his computer and began an entry.*

Talk about a rush. All the new kids have moved in, and its been hectic getting them settled. The professors and staff are doing a great job keeping it all organized though. I've got to say that it's a similar group to last year, or maybe high school just does that: creating certain personalities, like teenage archetypes. The lake is frozen, thanks to Bobby. I haven't been out to skate on it yet. I realized that I hadn't seen snow, or very much ice in my whole life before coming here. Everyone seemed kind of down and upset after Emma's speech. Right after she finished I have to say that I was also. It seemed like she was scaring all the new kids right as they walked in the doors. But really, I tried to think about it more, and what she had on the slides wasn't anything the kids hadn't seen before on the news or something. It's no sudden revelation that people don't like us. Maybe it's better the younger ones hear the truth from someone they'll be able to count on later in life. The X Men know because they've been there and seen the hate firsthand. I try to rationalize her logic. But really, she's the White Queen, why would she sugar coat anything? I can admire her honesty, understanding it is another matter entirely. It looked like she up-staged Scott though, and not just with the outfit. They have an interesting dynamic that's fun to watch. Fun in a 'Discovery chanel, looking at the lions size each other up and fight' sort of way. Well, this is getting longer than I had thought, so I'll stop here. Just wanted to get things out of my head.

*end*

At work...

2004-11-18T20:08:56Z

Kyle signed onto one of the staff computers during his lunch break as he usual did after his meal. He had eargerly been checking his e mail for news on the new group of students that would be staying in the mansion. Between work and finishing up school at the community college, he didn't have a lot of time to be corresponding directly with the Institute professors on new going on's. "A week or so..." Kyle thought to himself. He wasn't sure what to expect really, how different or similar the new group of students would be to his own class. It didn't matter really, he'd be there as much as he could, to help out with their studies or practices, chores around the mansion, to continue earning his stay. With his hour almost up, he signed off and returned to the charge therapist for the afternoons assignment, looking for plenty of work to do to pass the time until the newbies arrived.

::folds page::

2004-11-15T17:39:55Z

end of wx, beggining of wx2

Open (Didn't know if anyone was going to start a halloween thread, so here goes)

2004-11-01T01:51:22Z

Kyle wandered outside his room, sneaking quietly past several other doors. It wasn't that he was embarassed of his costume, he just hadn't seen anyone else dressed up this evening. "And so what if I'm a little old for halloween" he told himself while getting ready. So with his cowboy hat tilted just right, lasso and plastic water-gun on his belt, and country style boots clicking slightly he turned the corner headed for the common room. Imagining what other students might be, or not be as some appearances went, brought a cynical smile to his face as he continued walking.

Private journal entry with open thread below

2004-09-24T02:19:23Z

So most of my classes this time are interesting. Mutant History is definitely one of those where you walk in thinking you know all about the subject since hey, you are the subject, but you're quickly shown otherwise. Bio is standard, and I have to say again, Dr McCoy is easily one of the best instructors I've had. He seemed kind of down lately, but I'm sure he just has a lot of stuff to take care of in his lab. Summers and Frost are still,...intimidating isn't the word because it's not like I've never interacted with them before, they're just, guarded, elite maybe? The other professors seem more human, if that makes any sense.
I miss working at the coffee shop. I miss dating. I miss people. I thought I'd be getting more e-mails. Do I miss my parents? Of course, but not in a 'homesick' way, it's more of a lost comfort zone. This wasn't supposed to be depressing. Being introspective always does that. I know when I've written too much because instead of periods, my sentences should start to have bullets. I keep telling myself that I'm going to update this more regularly, but it doesn't happen. Maybe this time I'll actually start.
>Kyle{

*End Private*

Kyle closed the journal program on his computer, his mood slightly darkened. Classes were over for the day and he was not about to start his philosophy paper with this cloud overhead; the true nature of everything could wait. Considering a couple of his options: kitchen, homework, library, or the outdoors, he opted for the most active and distracting, he'd go out jogging. Kyle changed out of his jeans and rugby style t-shirt, and put on his old tennis shoes, grey sweats, and blue tank. Eager for the blur of trees and grass, he closed his door and headed down the hall.

Open for play

2004-08-21T18:55:41Z

OOC: I know I've been spotty, but with registering for the fall semester, financial aid crap and family things, it's been sort of difficult. Apologies to Lohan Mun, Kyle will reply ;).

Back in C:

Being in one of those wonderfuly random moods where he's actually seeking attention, Kyle walked into the TV room to see who was around. There had seemed to be a general, negative haze around the mansion since what had happened to Grace and Lotte, and he hoped there still wasn't too much of a funk around.

Journal Private...

2004-06-21T16:50:33Z

The week's been interesting to say the least, and I know I'm due for an update in this thing. Had a couple meetings with Dr McCoy and Ms Frost. Began working on my powers, and it seems to be going very well. I'm hoping the next time we get together I can work on using extrinsic stimuli.
A couple days ago, Mr Summers had some sort of seizure, he's alright now though. All the emotions and chaos being thrown around really affected Ian. I ran into Christine and Merric when it happened, and they realized Ian might be in trouble so we went to look for him. In the process, a door got burnt, we broke a bunch of rules, but found Ian relatively unharmed.
Through the whole thing, I realized that there are people here who actually care about each other. The connection between Ian and Christine, and Merric and Ian is just something else. I hate to admit it, and as childish as it sounds, I'm a bit jealous that I haven't made that connection with any of the other students. I know it's mostly because I've been immersing myself in studying and meeting with the professors for personal growth and all that good stuff, but with all that, I make myself completely unavailable. Being a general introvert doesn't help much either.
Anyway, I am enjoying life here so far, there's just things like that I need to get over and do something about. Maybe once the football team gets started...

Open thread :)

2004-06-18T16:14:59Z

With Bobby's assignment done, Kyle headed for the kitchen for some food before starting the paper for the incident with Merric and Christine. He needed energy if he wanted to get this thing done and over with.

KP

2004-06-18T16:09:09Z

After the meeting with Mr Summers, Kyle did as he was told and went to look for Dr McCoy. Kyle hoped there wasn't going to be another writing assignment puninshment involved...
::knock::

I'm not upset, just dissapointed...

2004-06-17T15:31:29Z

Walking rather slowly, hoping to not actually reach Mr Summer's door, Kyle thinks about what's about to happen. So yeah, they all probably shouldn't have tried to play heroes. Yes, there were other adults present. And yes, things *could* have gotten out of control, but they didn't. Doesn't that count for something? Kyle isn't sure if he has a defense planned, or is just going to grin and bear it. Knowing Mr Summers, it will likely be something completely different.
::Knock::

::Knock::

2004-06-10T21:16:40Z

Kyle takes up Ms Emma Frost's delightfully direct offer at training.
"She looks like a busy woman, hope I'm not interrupting anything" he worries to himself.

KP Meeting

2004-06-10T20:44:18Z

Kyle approaches Dr Mc Coy's door, hoping that he'll be in like the e mail said.
::Knock::

Open...

2004-06-09T16:04:06Z

Walking barefoot on the grass, enjoying the mild weather, Kyle takes up residence under a tree. He's never really been one for meditation before, but takes this free time to try and clear his mind. With eyes closed, and ears and mind open, he loses himself in the soft sounds of birds chirping, and the tender pinch of grass on his toes, as he takes a seat.

Posted on Message Board...

2004-06-08T15:13:18Z

I'm not sure if it's that the telepaths sense me coming but, I haven't been able to get in contact with anyone. This is basically directed to Professor Xavier, Ms Jean Grey, and Ms Emma Frost. At the advice of my KP, Dr McCoy, he suggested that I begin sessions with one of the resident telepaths to learn control and not have any repeats of a past emotional outburst. Since my ability falls under an apparent grey area regarding telepathy, he thought I should seek out one of you. Please let me know when we might be able to meet and discuss this at your convinience. Thank you.
Sincerely,
{Kyle Rodriguez<

P.S.
If any students are getting together for meditation or things like that, let me know, I'd love to join in :).

::Knock for Jean Grey::

2004-06-07T19:48:45Z

Taking Dr McCoy's advice in stride, Kyle goes in search of one of the resident telepaths. Dr McCoy was right of course, he needed to learn more about control to make sure there weren't any repeats of high school. Kyle would never be able to forgive himself if an attempt left someone unconscious. He paused, trying to collect himself, before he knocked on what he thought was Ms Jean Grey's door.