First day, well night..

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She had arrived the night before, scared out of her wits and filthier than a mangy dog one would find on the streets. She still smelled the smoke in her hair and all over her clothes. She'd washed them twice, but the smell wasn't disappearing. She had hid in the room they'd given her and cried until she had no more tears, waited a little longer, and cried some more.

However, sometime during the day, she had passed out from exhaustion and fell asleep on her bed, only to wake up now to darkness. She cried out, frightful that she was back 'there' again, but as she gazed out the window, she knew she was safe. A low, long growl from her belly pulled her off the bed and down the hallway, where the kitchen was supposed to be. She had gotten a tour of the facilities yesterday morning, after she had unpacked.

She smiled as she entered the big area, her hands prying open the freezer and getting out a couple hot pockets. She smiled as she thought about how she and her mother would share these things... Did share.. A frown fell across her face as she put them into the microwave, setting the heat and timer with her own ability.

Her other hand flicked on the countertop radio that was across the room, it moving and twisting until she found the right station. For a little while, she danced about in her cloth shorts and light green tank top, unafraid to bear her recent bruises and scars from her ordeal since nobody was around now. Her long, washed and combed hair swung peacefully with her as she spun to soft, slow classical music.

However, the footsteps of another entering startled her, and as her anxiety rose, she suddenly lost control of what her powers did. The radio screeched and the microwave overloaded as she freaked out, and then suddenly all lights flickered on then off in the building. She dove beneath the table, frightened by her own actions and by being startled.

"I'm very sorry.. I didn't mean to do that.. I didn't, really.. Please don't be mad..[/color]" she rambled from her spot under the table, her eyes fixated on the legs and feet of her disturber. "You just.. Scared me a little, thats all..." she said apologetically as she shivered in her hiding spot, very reluctant to come out. This reminded her so much of her childhood days, hiding from her father underneath the table only to be dragged out by her hair and beat black and blue. For just a moment, she pondered his whereabouts before going back to thinking about who just could be her intruder.

[Wolverine]

After taking a shower, Wolverine had decided to head towards the Kitchen for his nightly snack. Just about every night he would shower and grab a snack before he went to bed, that is when he stayed at the Manor for the night. A lot of times he would head out to the bar, or somewhere else at night. He spent most of the day teaching students and pushing them out of his way so he liked to spend most nights doing whatever he wanted to do. He didn't feel like going anywhere though, he was tired and hungry and just wanted to eat and go to bed. As he walked down the hall towards the kitchen though, he couldn't help but smell something burning. He could also hear music playing. "Damn kids not paying attention, and burning good food." he grumbled as he made his way towards the kitchen.

It wasn't long before he came to the kitchen, and the smell was so strong to him it made him cough. When he looked inside the kitchen though, nothing seemed to be burning. "What the hell are you-" Was as far as Wolverine got before the radio which was already very loud to him, screeched really loud. The lights also flickered, but he barely noticed as he winced from the radio being so loud. He then growled loudly, extended all the claws on his right hand, and sliced the radio into pieces. "Damn thing" was all he said as he looked around, at first not seeing the girl, but then noticing her underneath the table. Wolverine was about to say something when the girl spoke.

"Good" Wolverine said when the girl said he had scared her. He then walked over to the fridge, opened it up, and looked inside of it. He tried to sniff the food inside the fridge, but he could still smell something burning. He decided to ignore it as he grabbed an already made sandwich from the fridge. He did not know who made the sandwich and he didn't care. It had meat in it so he was going to eat it. Wolverine tore off the plastic that was wrapped around the sandwich, then began eating the sandwich. He then looked at the girl. "So what are you doing under there anyway?" He asked. He had seen students be afraid of him before, but hiding under a table was something new. If she was a new student though, he figured the other students might have told her all kinds of stories about Wolverine, most of them true. A lot of times students would be afraid of Wolverine just because of the stories the other students told them. Wolverine didn't care as long as they left him alone. Wolverine kept eating his sandwich, and just looked at the girl waiting for her to reply.

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She watched the gruff voiced stranger for a little while longer as he went over to the fridge and looked around for a bite to eat. That reminded her of her hotpockets and how they were probably burnt to a crispy black. She watched from underneath the table as he took a sandwich out of the fridge, one of the two that Cyclops fellow had made, and began eating it.

When he spoke to her again, she cringed a little, hesitant to come out. She couldn't see his face from her spot underneath the table, and it always made her nervous not being able to see another's face. She knew if she came out, he would see all her recent bruises and her worst scars, all with made for a very abused appearance. However, curiosity to see who this other person was ended up being much greater than her care for her appearance.

So, slowly and carefully, she made her way out. "Well, like I said you frightened me... And finding someplace to hide is like second nature, but by the looks of the radio over there, it wouldn't have been much use to do so.." she said nervously with a slight giggle as she glanced over at the radio.

She then passed by him to open the microwave, revealing to black shapeless masses that were supposed to be hotpockets. "I wish you hadn't scared me.. I was looking forward to eating these, but now.. They're not even worth looking at." she stated simply, tossing the two things into the trash and placing her plate in the dish washer. She then went back to the fridge, looking around till she spotted the other of Cyclops' sandwiches and taking it for her own. She removed the plastic, throwing it away and taking a big bite.

"That Cyclops fellow sure does know how to make a decent sandwich." she said to herself between bites as she glanced over to him. After a couple more bites and swallows she paused, looking him over. "So what do they call you?" she asked politely, taking yet another bite of her sandwich. "By the way, I'm Zasha... Unless you want to call me by my codename, which is Hack.[/color]"