I don't want to be Neutered! (Jeannie)

[Julian Keller]

School had barely begun and, already, Julian found himself moving slowly down a row of offices and headed in the direction of the office that belonged to one of the school's two... what would the best term be? Principles? Leaders? Administrators? Bosses? Whatever the proper term for Jean's job was that was where the teenager was headed, to her office.

No doubt this meeting was a result of what had happened down at the lake. That hadn't been his fault, he really had thought there was a dragon attacking because of the pixie dust. But would anyone believe him? NO! Was the pink haired girl being punished? Again, no. The injustice! The sheer injustice of it all was beyond belief.

He wandered down the rows of offices, reading the names. Finally, he spotted the door he was looking for, the one with the name 'Jean Grey' on it. Reaching out a hand he knocked on the door. There was no response. Trying a second time he knocked on the door. Still nothing. Julian sighed. If the lady wanted to meet with him she could at least have the decency to be on time. After all, the students were expected to be punctual. It was only fair. Reaching out a hand he tried the handle and found the door unlocked.

"Don't mind if I do," the telekinetic teen said, pushing open the door and entering the office.

Stepping inside he looked around. Everything was decorated in earth tones, lots of browns, dark greens, and dark reds. All the greens and reds made it feel almost a bit like a muted Christmas. Looking around the office Julian quickly nosed through everything that was of any interest. What a boring office.

Sighing he dropped down heavily into an overstuffed brown leather arm chair. Draping his legs over one of the arms of the chair he lounged nonchalantly and fished in a pocket for a second before retrieving his iPhone. It was, naturally, the newest one on the market. In just a few seconds he was immersed in a game of Angry Birds. After all, he had to do something to fill the time.

[Jean Grey]

Jean was frustrated, to say the least.

This was not something she wanted to have to do. She preached patience and understanding, her ever present motherly instincts screamed to avoid a totalitarian rule over the school. Not that Warren would ever allow such a thing but... clearly, something needed to be done about this young man's power level.

Such a rowdy young man having access to such an amount of power was clearly less than desirable.

Even from the way he was sitting in that arm chair when she entered her office, she knew he was going to be trouble with or without his powers. He had a certain air that younger women often mistook for mystery, though by this point in her life, Jean knew to recognize this for what it was.

Arrogance.

Loudly, Jean cleared her throat as she entered the room and walked around her desk to sit in the green arm chair behind it. She had noticed that several of the documents on her desk had been moved ever so slightly. She was a meticulous girl.

Jean had a degree in psychology. She understood his personality type and she could figure out what she was thinking, even without having to peek inside his head. Though his grouchy thoughts were all but screaming out to her.

Looking up from her papers, Jean made direct eye contact with the young man on the other side of the desk, never faltering. "You understand why you are here and none of the others are, correct?

[/b]" It was posed as a question, of course, but she would not give him the opportunity to answer. "Your little prank--which started the fiasco at the lake--was unacceptable. Such a grandiloquent display of your powers is dangerous no matter the forum. Your act, put quite simply, was juvenile and irresponsible. Your blasé attitude will not be tolerated. You put lives in danger.[/b]

"At the risk of sounding cliché; what do you have to say for yourself?[/b]"

Jean sat and waited, eyebrows raised, her elbows resting on her desk, fingers pressed together before her chin, waiting for a response. Her black jacket and pencil skirt should have communicated the severity of the situation, were it not what she typically wore when dealing with things professionally. Her green shirt complimenting her red hair and bringing out the green in her eyes. Beneath her desk, her ankles were crossed and tucked beneath her seat. Everything about her body language right now clearly stated that she was not going to put up with any attitude.[/blockquote][/justify]

[Julian Keller]

"You understand why you are here and none of the others are, correct?"

"Sexism, mostly," Julian muttered under his breath. He wasn't sure if he'd said it loudly enough for Jean to hear the remark or not. Frankly, he didn't care. As far as the telekinetic teen was concerned this whole issue wasn't his fault, it was the winged pixie girl's. Seriously, her dust had caused the problem. Not his powers. The fact that he was being punished and she wasn't was, in his mind, obviously a case of sexism. Of course, he also wasn't too concerned with the conversation. The current battle of the birds against the pigs was far more interesting.

"Your little prank--which started the fiasco at the lake--was unacceptable. Such a grandiloquent display of your powers is dangerous no matter the forum. Your act, put quite simply, was juvenile and irresponsible. Your blasé attitude will not be tolerated. You put lives in danger. At the risk of sounding cliché; what do you have to say for yourself?"

Julian sighed and ended the game of Angry Birds, though he still couldn't be bothered to sit in the chair in Jean's office in a more appropriate manner. Instead he lounged in the chair lazily and regarded Jean with a gaze that was equal parts uncaring and unimpressed. Lacing his fingers behind his head he relaxed back and focused his gaze on the ceiling of the office.

"Some people can't handle losing... or a joke," he replied in a lazy sort of tone, not bothering to meet the redheaded woman's gaze as he spoke. What was the big deal, anyway? It had been a spot of fun. Until Tinkerbell had gone bazoo which caused everyone she dusted to go bonkers.

"I thought the purpose of this school was to learn to control our so-called gifts," he continued in a lazy drawl. That was the purpose of this place he'd been sent to against his wishes. At least according to his parents.

"How are we to learn control if we don't use our powers," he asked, matter-of-factly, making eye contact with Jean for the first time during the conversation. "Tinkerbell's the one that caused the real drama... and what kind of person plays King of the Dock if they can't swim? That was poor judgment on Pink's part. Not mine."

[Jean Grey]

Jean was becoming considerably more frustrated with Julian the longer he spoke. She sighed heavily and rubbed her temples with her index and middle fingers a moment before looking back up at him to address his attitude.

She wasn't about to simply take what he was saying with a grain of salt. A privileged young man as he was, he certainly had a skewed perception of the situation. She wanted to set him straight however understood that this was unlikely. She would explain once more.

"Be that as it may; your overgrown and immature display of your powers was unacceptable. Under any circumstances. Perhaps your actions would not have been met with what you view as a gross overreaction if you did not act as if you were almighty and infallible. Everybody makes mistakes. Megan lost control of her powers, being upset by what you had done. I will be speaking with Clarice once we are done here. How I handle the other students in this situation, however, is none of your business. You should only be concerned with that which concerns you.

"I know, and I'm sure you do as well, that your control over your power is limited and such a gross misuse of said powers is made even more irresponsible by that fact. If this is what we can expect from you as a regularity, then we need to somehow enforce a form of control on you. I would personally like to limit the use of your powers via telepathic restrictions. I feel this will be in your, and your family's best interest. Your parents were less than thrilled to learn of this incident.

[/b]"

Jean gathered several papers and tucked them away into a folder, then placing it inside a file drawer in her desk. She didn't know how to continue this, even though she was the one in charge. This was more reprimanding than she'd ever wanted to do. Never did she think she would have to do to a student what Xavier had done to her. She hadn't minded as it was purely for her safety whereas this was for the safety of the other students and the school's appearance.

She stood and beckoned Julian toward the door. "If you're quite ready..."[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

'Telepathic restrictions'? What the fuck did she mean by that? Well, Jean's tone made it perfectly obvious. She wanted to telepathically nerf his powers. To neuter him. No way. NO WAY! No one was going to neuter him! Julian wasn't some dog, he was a person. He certainly wasn't going to be neutered for something that wasn't his fault.

"No way! You're not gonna cut my nuts off! No one neuters me," he shouted, melodramatically, as his hands and eyes began to glow. He rose from his seat on mass of telekinetic energy. Snatching a lamp from Jean's desk he crushed it into an unrecognizable lump of glass and metal before hurling it at the redheaded woman's feet.

"I will not go quietly into that good night! I will not go without a fight!," he continued, bellowing, holding his hands out and levitating a number of things in Jean's office. He snarled in her direction and gave every indication that he would attack if she didn't back off of the threat to neuter his powers.

Nobody messed with his powers except him. He was already special and they made him even more so. "Your move, Red," he snarled, lips pulling back from a row of straight white teeth.

[Jean Grey]

And the melodrama began. This was exactly what she'd expected from him. The rich young man, the spoiled child of nannies. The egocentric and ego-maniacal baby of two people who viewed him as more a burden than anything else.

His thoughts were screaming at her. His emotions a fiery red. His general aura brought up some tension in the room. Everything was going exactly as she'd expected it would. Such a young, ego driven man would surely only react so incredibly textbook. His testosterone and very manhood was at stake in his head. His future with the young ladies on campus, his very livelihood. All of his would be gone, surely, if he allowed Jean to do what she felt she needed to.

After the display with the lamp, the things nearest her in the room would flutter back to their places. Any attempt to throw things at her would be blocked by a telekinetic shield. Jean's eyes looked a little bit different. A little bit the way they would have when the impulsive Phoenix persona was the one in charge. When she would speak, her voice was low and threatening. Clearly she was not about to put up with his bullshit.

Her fingers were pressed together in a little steeple before her, elbows rested on the arms of her chair.

"Julian, do not tempt me. Clearly you do not recognize what you are up against.

[/b]"

Before she started to lose control, before she gave in to her fight or flight impulse that felt all too familiar, she snuck into his head and simply switched him off. The way that she had down at the lake. Jedi mind trick style. But she wouldn't have made that connection.

She hated to do this, but he was so hard headed. So testosterone driven. So very frustrating that there really was no other choice.

It was this or obliterate him.[/justify][/blockquote]