X-men: Persecution

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    Taking a banana peel to the face, Irma whispered to Gwen, "I was hoping nobody would watch the news."


    OOC: I'll have to fix that at some point.

    "Yeah, you and me both. Oh, I so whish I could just scare them all off right now. It would be so easy, she said as she ducked to avoid a tomato. "It's a good thing Morgan opted to stay home. She's crankier than ever and would have killed about half these people by now."

    "Yeah, and that would help the public's view on mutants at all," she agreed. Waving her hand up as if picturing something, she added, "I can see the headlines now. 'Tragic massacre: Mutant goes berserk at Bayville High.'"

    "I don't know," she shrugged. "Hopefully not too long, but it'll take awhile for people to get over it. I just hope the teachers aren't as rude."

    In class, the teachers didn't seem to know what to do about their mutant students. Some were more hostile than others, but they mostly seemed nervous. Like the mutants would hurt them if they didn't like their homework assignment.
    The bell rang, and Irma picked up her stuff with a sigh before making her way to the lunchroom. She figured her fellow mutants would sit at a table huddled in the corner as far out of sight as they could manage. That's what she wanted, at least.

    "Are you sure about that?" Irma asked skeptically. "Most of my non-mutant friends ditched me."

    "I can't exactly blame them though," Irma admitted. "We'd only make their life hard too by hanging around with them."

    "True, real friends would stick by us," Irma admitted. "But that doesn't necessarily mean you're bad at choosing friends. Either way, I can't wait to get back to the Institute."


    OOC: I had a really hard time remembering my own characters name for a minute there.

    OOC: XD I really hate that.


    IC: "Me too," Gwen agreed. She glanced around the cafeteria. "Now to get some food and find a place to sit," she muttered, realizing just how hard that would be now. The lunch room was way overcrowded already, and the lines were getting long.

    Irma sighed. This wasn't going to be fun. "Maybe we should've brought our own lunch."
    Hesitantly, the mutants made their way to a line and stood at the back. But before long, a voice shouted at them, "Go away mutants! We don't need you causing a scene; you worthless pieces of trash!" It wasn't unexpected, but they had hoped it wouldn't happen.


    OOC: I'm struggling to write this stuff right now. It's the ever-difficult filler stuff.

    "We have just as much of a right to eat lunch as you do!" Irma snapped back, but turned and walked away with Gwen anyway.
    Back at the table, Irma muttered, "I'm just about ready to ditch school."


    OOC: We do...

    "I can't blame her, but it does mean we're giving up and letting them win," Irma pointed out.