"We're here to be different; to show the world they don't have to fear us with loaded guns."
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Ximena Dominguez has lived one too many lives. The ending of the last wasn't one she liked to repeat. From a young age her mutant abi...
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ORORO AND XIMENA TOOK THEIR breakfast trays from the commissary to the outside decking. There was outside seating scattered about with umbrellas shielding from the direct rays of the sun.
Plus, Ximena thought, "It's a nice day out."
Ororo nodded her head in agreement as they placed their trays down on a nearby, unoccupied glass table. "It's been like this the last couple of days. We won't be getting any rain if I can help it."
Stabbing into her eggs topped with habanero hot sauce with a fork, pushing it into her mouth eagerly. "See the thing is, you can help it. That's the point. I'm wearing suede shoes too, so if you ever decided to water the garden, keep it away from me."
Ximena wore a bohemian style sundress today. The vibrant red and yellow swirl designs made her stand out among the rest. Her hair was curled today, pinned back with a sparkling, bejeweled peacock broach. Her colorful outfit matched her energy today, she was feeling renewed, jubilant. All around vivacious and of course, it had absolutely nothing to do with their new house guest.
"What did Professor say about your vision?" Ororo used her fork to cut into a waffle, leaning on her elbow with interested, squinted eyes.
"There wasn't enough information to give. I described the scene to the very last detail, but it's still not enough to go off of. We do know he will have the Senator; however, we're going to focus our search on when he was last seen."
"Surely if it hasn't happened yet, keeping tabs on Senator Kelly shouldn't be that hard," The Platinum haired beauty offered, handing her strawberries to Ximena, knowing she'd want them despite not getting them in the breakfast line.
"You're a saint," She gratefully took them off her fork, biting into the fruit with a satisfied sigh.
"I don't know why you don't grab some while we're in line."
Ximena shrugged, wiping at her lips when the juices slipped down her chin. "There always better when someone else picks them out. I end up picking the bland ones."
Ororo shook her head good-naturedly, smiling fondly to her friend. "If you say so." The two continued eating their breakfast in silence and Ximena gazed out at the students hanging around. Some throwing around a football while others laid under the trees, still waking up from the early morning.
