Post by deejay on May 31, 2009 17:32:55 GMT -5
It was just past midnight and Keegan was just barely awake, forcing himself to keep tapping the keys on his laptop. He had procrastinated writing a 12 page paper for his European History class which was due the next day. Keegan wasn’t the best of students and his education wasn’t necessarily his first priority, though it should have been. He hadn’t truly wanted to go to college but it was the best excuse he could think of in order to get out of his mother’s house and live on his own.
A loud ring then shot through his dimly lit bedroom, signifying a new message entering his inbox. Keegan found the E-Mail to be a fair reason for him to put off writing another word for his essay. As though the message was a new found hope, Keegan quickly minimized the document on the screen and opened his E-Mail. There was a slight sense of disappointment as he saw the sender’s name, “X”. It sounded like just another piece of spam mail. But some level of curiosity led the cursor over to the bolded text and clicked.
A couple of days later, Keegan Dory stood by himself at the bottom of a massive staircase which led up to where a new, mutant-equitable future was promised. All around the lone boy were groups of others just like him. They were people who had the same hopes and fears that he had. His surroundings looked like something he had only dreamed about: mutants who weren’t scared of being treated differently because they were together, as one. If only everyday had been like this moment.
He proceeded up the large stairs, two steps at a time, staring up at the conference building which was composed of mostly reflective glass windows. Keegan wanted to blast himself to the top and get inside but opted not to, trying to keep a low profile. As he walked, he snapped a hair tie from around his wrist and tied his red infested hair into a tight ponytail behind the goggles which rested on his upper forehead. Once reaching the top of the staircase, Keegan took in one deep breath, preparing himself for what was about to begin.
Once inside, Keegan took a seat somewhere in the middle, amongst the masses of other mutants. He felt almost enveloped by the amount of people around him but it was rather comforting to say the least. There was a sense of protection while in a room full of mutants, not having to worry about a discriminatory human. But there always remained the idea of having so many people who had abilities much more powerful than his own. Keegan started feeling mixed emotions about the situation but decided to stay. He needed answers.
Within a few minutes the stage became occupied with a line of people who looked official and professional, with the exception of one who was introduced as Coach Joe. Keegan couldn’t help but laugh as he listened to Coach Joe speaking so aggressively to the audience. He looked incredibly out of place. The microphone was then opened for questions from mutants in the crowd. Though Keegan wanted to ask questions, he decided that other mutants would probably have the same questions that he did and therefore would remain silent. Several people asked the questions that Keegan had in mind which made him feel relieved. That was until two mutants began to approach the stage with rude remarks and identified themselves as Rebels. It should have been expected that this conference wouldn’t go as smoothly as Keegan hoped. The air in the large conference room was filled with tension as few decided to stand up to the two who had previously introduced themselves as Lightning and Snow. Fighting his intense desire to jump up and fight, Keegan remained seated, not sure that he would be able to do much good. He had even placed his hands on his goggles, as though preparing to lower them over his eyes but it was too late as Lightning and Snow vanished with an unconscious Professor Xavier in their possession.
A man then revealed that they were on their way to D.C. and had begun recruiting other mutants to join the cause. Keegan felt strongly about the fight between those who used their powers for good and those who abused them for evil. There was a burning in Keegan’s stomach. He wanted to join the group but wasn’t completely sure that it was in his best interest. It was common for Keegan to jump to right on the band wagon but for some reason this would be a slightly harder decision for him. And apparently he only had until 3 o’clock to come to a conclusion, unless he wanted to fly there which would be a physically exhausting flight.
Keegan found himself pacing through the streets of New York, trying to think of whether or not to get on the bus to D.C. It was a question of how far this trip would get him. He didn’t want to base his whole life around fighting but the cause was nobler than just a fight. It was a fight for equality and so much more. There was little time left before Keegan would have to show up at the bus station and it was slowly becoming less and less available. It hit him like a lightning bolt; he had nothing desirable to go back to in Pittsburgh and this fight could change the future. With a snap, Keegan turned and began speed walking toward the bus station. He wasn’t sure that he would make it in time. It was another couple of blocks away but flying there would be foolish so he walked with an even faster pace. As he rounded the corner he saw no bus waiting there. The clock read exactly 3 o’clock and there was nothing there. A wave of frustration fell over Keegan as he regretted not jumping at the opportunity. He sat down on a bench, eyes staring blankly at the dirty pavement below. Maybe he would have to fly all the way to D.C.
A few minutes later, Keegan noticed a couple of people arrive who he had recognized from the conference. They had asked questions to Professor Xavier. Apparently they had missed the bus, too. He wanted to approach them but simply sat and listened in on their conversation as more arrived. He heard something about the next bus departing at 4 o’clock. A flame was reignited within Keegan. An hour and a headache later, the bus pulled up and they group was boarding. Keegan slowly followed behind considering that they probably hadn’t recognized him from the conference. To them Keegan probably looked like just another citizen headed to D.C. He took a seat right in the front of the bus and kept to himself, occasionally looking out the window at the less than impressive scenery.
They had arrived in D.C. after a long and grueling ride. Keegan quickly departed and looked around at his new surroundings. The group had decided to get something to eat and Keegan still wasn’t sure if he wanted to introduce himself. Someone in the group had to have noticed him though which made him feel a little uncomfortable as he lurked a block or so behind them. Ending up at a small diner, Keegan knew that he would have to do something to join the group. He readjusted the goggles on his forehead and tightened his ponytail before continuing toward the diner. Upon entry into the small diner, Keegan felt a strong discomfort. It was now or never. He slowly headed toward where the group was seated, trying to build up confidence as he walked.
He set his question toward one person, the girl who he had come to know as Jing-Mei after hearing her name at the bus station. “You guys are here for Professor Xavier, right?” Keegan asked with a weak tone. He already knew the answer to the question but decided that he might as well make it known that he had been at the conference.
A loud ring then shot through his dimly lit bedroom, signifying a new message entering his inbox. Keegan found the E-Mail to be a fair reason for him to put off writing another word for his essay. As though the message was a new found hope, Keegan quickly minimized the document on the screen and opened his E-Mail. There was a slight sense of disappointment as he saw the sender’s name, “X”. It sounded like just another piece of spam mail. But some level of curiosity led the cursor over to the bolded text and clicked.
A couple of days later, Keegan Dory stood by himself at the bottom of a massive staircase which led up to where a new, mutant-equitable future was promised. All around the lone boy were groups of others just like him. They were people who had the same hopes and fears that he had. His surroundings looked like something he had only dreamed about: mutants who weren’t scared of being treated differently because they were together, as one. If only everyday had been like this moment.
He proceeded up the large stairs, two steps at a time, staring up at the conference building which was composed of mostly reflective glass windows. Keegan wanted to blast himself to the top and get inside but opted not to, trying to keep a low profile. As he walked, he snapped a hair tie from around his wrist and tied his red infested hair into a tight ponytail behind the goggles which rested on his upper forehead. Once reaching the top of the staircase, Keegan took in one deep breath, preparing himself for what was about to begin.
Once inside, Keegan took a seat somewhere in the middle, amongst the masses of other mutants. He felt almost enveloped by the amount of people around him but it was rather comforting to say the least. There was a sense of protection while in a room full of mutants, not having to worry about a discriminatory human. But there always remained the idea of having so many people who had abilities much more powerful than his own. Keegan started feeling mixed emotions about the situation but decided to stay. He needed answers.
Within a few minutes the stage became occupied with a line of people who looked official and professional, with the exception of one who was introduced as Coach Joe. Keegan couldn’t help but laugh as he listened to Coach Joe speaking so aggressively to the audience. He looked incredibly out of place. The microphone was then opened for questions from mutants in the crowd. Though Keegan wanted to ask questions, he decided that other mutants would probably have the same questions that he did and therefore would remain silent. Several people asked the questions that Keegan had in mind which made him feel relieved. That was until two mutants began to approach the stage with rude remarks and identified themselves as Rebels. It should have been expected that this conference wouldn’t go as smoothly as Keegan hoped. The air in the large conference room was filled with tension as few decided to stand up to the two who had previously introduced themselves as Lightning and Snow. Fighting his intense desire to jump up and fight, Keegan remained seated, not sure that he would be able to do much good. He had even placed his hands on his goggles, as though preparing to lower them over his eyes but it was too late as Lightning and Snow vanished with an unconscious Professor Xavier in their possession.
A man then revealed that they were on their way to D.C. and had begun recruiting other mutants to join the cause. Keegan felt strongly about the fight between those who used their powers for good and those who abused them for evil. There was a burning in Keegan’s stomach. He wanted to join the group but wasn’t completely sure that it was in his best interest. It was common for Keegan to jump to right on the band wagon but for some reason this would be a slightly harder decision for him. And apparently he only had until 3 o’clock to come to a conclusion, unless he wanted to fly there which would be a physically exhausting flight.
Keegan found himself pacing through the streets of New York, trying to think of whether or not to get on the bus to D.C. It was a question of how far this trip would get him. He didn’t want to base his whole life around fighting but the cause was nobler than just a fight. It was a fight for equality and so much more. There was little time left before Keegan would have to show up at the bus station and it was slowly becoming less and less available. It hit him like a lightning bolt; he had nothing desirable to go back to in Pittsburgh and this fight could change the future. With a snap, Keegan turned and began speed walking toward the bus station. He wasn’t sure that he would make it in time. It was another couple of blocks away but flying there would be foolish so he walked with an even faster pace. As he rounded the corner he saw no bus waiting there. The clock read exactly 3 o’clock and there was nothing there. A wave of frustration fell over Keegan as he regretted not jumping at the opportunity. He sat down on a bench, eyes staring blankly at the dirty pavement below. Maybe he would have to fly all the way to D.C.
A few minutes later, Keegan noticed a couple of people arrive who he had recognized from the conference. They had asked questions to Professor Xavier. Apparently they had missed the bus, too. He wanted to approach them but simply sat and listened in on their conversation as more arrived. He heard something about the next bus departing at 4 o’clock. A flame was reignited within Keegan. An hour and a headache later, the bus pulled up and they group was boarding. Keegan slowly followed behind considering that they probably hadn’t recognized him from the conference. To them Keegan probably looked like just another citizen headed to D.C. He took a seat right in the front of the bus and kept to himself, occasionally looking out the window at the less than impressive scenery.
They had arrived in D.C. after a long and grueling ride. Keegan quickly departed and looked around at his new surroundings. The group had decided to get something to eat and Keegan still wasn’t sure if he wanted to introduce himself. Someone in the group had to have noticed him though which made him feel a little uncomfortable as he lurked a block or so behind them. Ending up at a small diner, Keegan knew that he would have to do something to join the group. He readjusted the goggles on his forehead and tightened his ponytail before continuing toward the diner. Upon entry into the small diner, Keegan felt a strong discomfort. It was now or never. He slowly headed toward where the group was seated, trying to build up confidence as he walked.
He set his question toward one person, the girl who he had come to know as Jing-Mei after hearing her name at the bus station. “You guys are here for Professor Xavier, right?” Keegan asked with a weak tone. He already knew the answer to the question but decided that he might as well make it known that he had been at the conference.
Congrats grimn! You're in the real mode, now. I've no doubt that you'll surprise yourself on just how tough and mature you can be.