New Beginnings (open)

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

Ruth took in a deep breath and blew it out on a sigh through her nose as she took one last step from the exit gate and onto what could not be called anything else other than American soil. She had a black backpack with the Israeli flag stamped on it over her left shoulder and an overnight-sized duffel bag with a patch depicting a menorah sewn on it. Most people wouldn't have recognized the patch as being the emblem of the Israeli Secret Service. In Israel she would have stuck out, but here everyone was oblivious.

What did stick out was the unaccompanied minor badge pinned to her shirt. This was partially because it was in Hebrew, Arabic, French, and English. It was also partly because it was deeply offensive to her. She had been trained by the Israeli government for years now to serve as a spy, before slipping away right under their noses. She was reasonably certain she didn't need it broadcast that she was an unaccompanied minor. Ruth unpinned the badge and threw it away in the nearest trash can.

The raven haired girl made her way to the baggage carousel and retrieved her one piece of checked luggage, a military issued green sea bag. It wasn't the most stylish luggage in the world, but when a girl was leaving her homeland, possibly forever, she couldn't really afford to be bothered with the current trends in luggage.

Shouldering the heavy bag easily, Ruth headed off for the customs area. Getting through customs with her Israeli passport was fairly easy, given the close state of political affairs between the U.S. and Israel. With head held high she marched right past the person holding a placard with her name on it and out into the New York sun.

Within a few moments she was in a cab headed for the bus station. Several hours later in the late afternoon she was stepping off the bus in West Chester and, once outside the town displaying her mutant gifts as she ran through the countryside before reaching the main gate of Xavier's School. Shouldering the bags a bit higher up on her shoulders she began to walk up the long drive in the direction of the front entrance.

As she walked up the long drive the Israeli girl spotted a number of cameras that she assumed were supposed to be cleverly hidden when, in truth, anyone that knew what they were looking for would spot them right away. Why the cameras were even needed was beyond her. Surely the U.S. did the same thing with mutants as the Israeli's did, only without forcing them into military service. That just seemed logical.

She was still pondering on those thoughts as she mounted the front steps of the Mansion. Arriving at the door, and not sure in all honesty what else to do, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

[Matro Ora]

It had been a quiet day for the young mutant as he walked trough the halls with his wings folded over his shoulders. Wanting to take the first few days he was at the school to familiarize himself with the layout of the building. After several hours of wandering lost in halls, he started to find everything he was needing. Windows and doors that led to quick escapes and places if he needed to escape the noises of the world.

His wings covering most of the black and red Hawaiian shirt, and his jeans came down to drag slightly on the ground and cover the finger like toes. It didn't take long for him to realize the faint sound of someone knocking on a door. Hmm, I wonder what that could be. Walking though the halls, giving a slight whistle every ten steps or so, and listening to the echoes bounce off the walls. There was one thing about the way it was built, it was easy for Matro to find his way around. "Alright it should be around here.

I hope they're not lost, if they're knocking to get directions, I might just freak them out. Walking around to the door, Matro gave a quick roll of his shoulders to stretch his wings out before folding them over his shoulder again. Opening the door, not even trying to hid his wings or fanged teeth as he talked. "Yes, how can I help?"

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

As the door was opened Ruth's gaze automatically swept over the person that opened the door. Wings, fangs, no weapons no other obvious threats to her. It wasn't exactly that she expected to be attacked at this juncture, still her training over the last five years from the government was going to be something that would be hard to shake off and, frankly, it would probably always be with her. Once she had registered the appearance, which took only a second, she returned her focus to the task at hand, namely answer the question that had been posed to her by the winged boy.

"Shalom aleichem," she said quietly by way of greeting, offering the traditional greeting of the Ashkenazi Jews. "I'm a new student here at the school," she continued, stepping into the entryway and brushing past the winged man in the process being careful not to step on him or run into him too hard. With her strength the last thing she wanted to do was brush past the guy and knock him through a wall without meaning to.

"I don't suppose that you could help me find where I need to check in, or my way to the dormitories to drop off my things in the room that has been assigned to me," she asked, turning on the charm just a little and offering a small smile. She had been taught to use her feminine wiles to help her obtain her objectives and, if a little light flirting would help her along, there was no harm in that. "I'm new here and new to this country and I don't, honestly, know how you Americans do such things," she continued, her tone accented ever so slightly.

[Matro Ora]

He took a few seconds to look over the other student, she seemed to have the same look he did when he first arrived. Tilting his head as the other student said something in a language he didn't understand. It was sure he heard something similar before, but couldn't put his finger on it exactly. Shaking it off as a way of saying hello, he stepped out of her way as she brushed passed him.

After she explained why she was there, which was the most obvious choice in the possible slew of ideas that he had come up with, he nodded before smiling politely. "Well then in that case, welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Where flying books and fires are just another Tuesday." He didn't really like the idea of this place being so serious, and figured even he could try and lighten the tension.

He tapped a finger to his chin as he thought about it, he had gotten most of the layout of the school but was still a small bit unsure of the exact areas. Matro was more then willing to do all he do to help, even if that was little help at that. "Yah I believe the dorms are this way if you want to drop off your bag. Do you know which room you are assigned to?" He asked inquisitively, he figured if she knew where her room was that it would be best to drop off her bag, if not then they could find the offices and find out her room and get her checked in.

"To tell ya the truth I would be the wrong person to ask on how Americans do things, I've kind of been out of touch with other Americans for a longtime now." It was true though he didn't spend a lot of time with others outside of Isaac and Alice, and for the most part he avoided others when he could. "Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Matro Ora, it's nice to meet ya."

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

"Well then in that case, welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Where flying books and fires are just another Tuesday."

"Thank you," the Israeli girl said, arching an eyebrow slightly and trying not to stare at the boy's wings. Shame, those wings marred what was, otherwise, a pretty decent looking American kid. Still, she'd seen odder mutations back in Israel and his being different was no reason to exclude him or to be rude.

"Yah I believe the dorms are this way if you want to drop off your bag. Do you know which room you are assigned to?"

"No, but I assume there are name placards on the doors," Ruth said, shrugging her shoulders and causing the bags on her back to bounce slightly. It made logical sense to her to put names on doors, that was the way things had been at the kibbutz. "That would be logical to me."

"To tell ya the truth I would be the wrong person to ask on how Americans do things, I've kind of been out of touch with other Americans for a longtime now."

Ruth considered that remark for a moment. In some ways she really couldn't be called an expert on Israeli culture because she had been living on that kibbutz for the past five years. Sure, they were exposed to pop culture there, but they really couldn't be considered as active participants in it since they rarely left the kibbutz. Still, she was not prepared to discuss that with someone she had known for less than five minutes. She didn't even know this guy's name yet, which reminded her she had yet to introduce herself properly.

"I'm Ruth Bat-Seraph," she said, offering the guy her name.

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Matro Ora, it's nice to meet ya."

"A pleasure," Ruth replied in a soft tone, looking around the inside of the Mansion more thoroughly and taking everything in. This certainly was an impressive looking school, or an even more impressive looking home. Still, she had to admit she had no idea where she was going so she was happy to have a guide.

"So, where are we headed to now," she asked, not sure of which way to proceed and trusting in the winged boy to lead her in the direction she needed to go in. "Admissions office? Dorms? To find a map?"

[Matro Ora]

It wasn't often Matro was around to meet new students, and in all fairness was actually a little nervous. A little happy that he had taken time today to plan out escape patterns, the feeling that he had a way out if anything was to happen at the mansion did do a lot to quell his nervousness. But there was still something he couldn't avoid a small pulse in the back of his mind, as if Id was warning him. This wasn't anything new though, the other manifestation of his powers has been on edge ever since the orientation.

"True, to tell the truth I just memorized which room I was in so I forgot all about the signs." It also didn't help that while Matro keeps an eye open for specific details, it was often easy for him to overlook the mundane. He gave a small laugh at the logical comment. He wasn't trying to be rude, but hearing a logical thinking was something foreign to him. "Sorry, it's just my father was never one to logically think things through unless it was one of his books."

Nodding as Ruth spoke, it was nice to be helpful once in awhile. Taking a second as the other student looked around at the manor's internal décor, Matro remembered he was same way when he first arrived. The mansion was large enough to hold numerous students, and had the barring of a house that belonged to a wealthy family. "Amazing isn't it? I can't think of a place I've seen that was this decretive and this warm."

He gave it a small bit of thought and figured dropping off her bag would be the best option in his opinion. "Well personally I would think it would be best to drop off your bag. But ultimately it's you choice, where ever you want to go to first. I have a good grasp on the mansion also, so a map wouldn't be needed unless we're heading toward the city." It was still some thing that bugged Matro. Being close to a large city, it was definitely different then the small town he grew up in.

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

"Well personally I would think it would be best to drop off your bag. But ultimately it's you choice, where ever you want to go to first. I have a good grasp on the mansion also, so a map wouldn't be needed unless we're heading toward the city."

"Finding my room first seems like a good idea," Ruth asked, cinching the heavy sea bag up a little tighter onto her back. Super strength or not she was tired of lugging around what amounted to almost all of her worldly possessions on her back. It would be nice to be able to put everything down and not have to worry about it any more.

Once Matro had taken the lead to go where she wanted to go Ruth fell into step with the winged man and followed him through the expansive halls of the mansion which was also a school. The boy led her around until they eventually came to a door that had her name on it, as well as the name of another person. Ruth was less than thrilled to be sharing with someone else. The Israeli girl was less than thrilled with that, though she had expected it. She was somewhat untrusting by nature and didn't like the idea of someone else being bale to, potentially, get into her stuff while she wasn't around.

Entering the room Ruth chose one of the beds for herself and dropped her two carry on bags and the big sea bag onto the bed. Working her shoulders around in small circles, to work out some of the kinks she turned back to Matro.

"Thank you, perhaps now we should head to the administration office area now so I can be properly checked in," she said, exiting the room and pulling the door shut behind her. Obviously she'd unpack later. When there wasn't a boy around to watch her unpack everything, like her undergarments. Boys didn't need to watch that activity, no matter how much they may have wanted to. She gestured for him to lead the way and waited for him to set off once more.

[Matro Ora]

Matro nodded as Ruth commented about finding her room was a good idea. It didn't take long to walk the stairs and halls to the room, and Matro's eyes darted from one name plate to another. "Let's see it should be around here some where." Finally they came to the right room, and gave a quick nod of his head. "Alright here ya go. Let m know when ever your ready to move on.

Matro's glanced over the words of the book he had been reading, wasn't anything important, a small novel he had fit into his pockets, to tell the truth he wasn't too impressed with it but it wasn't the worst thing he read. He was mostly trying to occupy his mind while trying to give Ruth a little bit of privacy. It didn't surprise him when she walked out of her room, shortly after walking in.

"Right. It should be this way." Giving a small whistle every twenty steps or so, listening to the echo and would make the turns as needed. "Alright, this is the faculty office hallway." He was curious about the other students story, but wasn't going to pry. Everyone had a story when they came to Xavier's, and needless to say Matro was curious. "And here it is, the administration office." Pushing the door open a small bit, he pocked his head in. The lights were on but he didn't see anyone, maybe there were in one of the offices that connected to it. Opening the door he stepped in, and tried to listen to the sounds of the room. "Hello, anyone home?

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

Ruth's gaze swept over Matro as she exited from her room, noting the book he was reading. She wasn't personally familiar with the title but she was aware that there were a great many books in the world that she knew nothing about. Quickly enough he had slid the book into his pocket and they were off once again heading in the direction of the administrative areas.

"Right. It should be this way."

Ruth followed along next to Matro as they moved throughout the Mansion. The first time he stopped and whistled shrilly it took her a bit by surprise. The Israeli teen managed to not jump in surprise, but she still gave him a quizzical look before noticing that he seemed to be listening for the echo. Apparently his bat-like mutations included the use of echolocation. She shrugged, there were odder things in the world that she'd seen on the kibbutz in Israel.

"Alright, this is the faculty office hallway. And here it is, the administration office. Hello, anyone home?"

Ruth followed Matro into the Administrative Office area, having paid careful, if surreptitious, attention to every turn they had taken as she made a mental map of the Mansion as she was led along. Another lesson that had been drilled into her, always know your surroundings. Looking around the office she noted that no one was present. She would have called out, but Matro had beaten her to the punch. For the time being she remained silent and waited for someone to appear to handle the situation of her checking-in to the school.

[Emma Frost]

Emma brushed a few strands of platinum blonde hair behind her right ear as she stood from behind her desk. She was sitting in her, admittedly, small office back in the faculty area of the Mansion. Since today was not, strictly speaking, a school work day she was in something a bit less than what she might have normally been wearing if she was going to be doing classroom work. In truth, it was probably only slightly worse than what a lot of female students would be wearing to classes in the coming days, but it was also considerably less conservative than what a teacher would normally wear and exposed a fair amount of leg and breast to go along with a bit of midriff.

She had just begun to read over her lesson plans, having put aside the real work of running her corporation for a few moments, when she heard the unmistakeable sounds of people entering the public access point of the office area. From the sounds of their voices, they were students. When someone called out Emma rose from behind her desk and moved out of her office and down the hall in the direction of the reception area.

"I'm Ms. Frost," Emma said in a cool tone as she swept into the reception area. Her ice blue eyes took in the scene of a boy with bat-like wings and a dark haired girl standing the area looking, obviously, for someone to help them. Reaching out with her telepathy Emma quickly rifled through the topmost thoughts on their minds. She was a new student and he was helping her with check-in and registration. This would be easy enough to handle, no need to summon anyone else.

"What can I do for you," she asked, arching an eyebrow at the winged boy. She knew exactly what they needed, of course, but it was generally rude to reveal you'd been traipsing around in someone else's thoughts without permission.