Misfits - CURRENTLY ON HOLD

New Recruits

The airport was filled with the conversations of busy holiday-comers and shuffling business men. Amara nervously stepped out from customs and stared around at the vastness of this new city. It certainly was a change from Brazil,and one that she didn't particularly like. Shivering, Amara pulled her coats closer to her and shifted the bag on her back. It was way too cold here, especially during the winter months. She could see snow outside, falling silently from the roof of the building.

A departure warning sounded from behind her, making her jump. She quickly gathered everything together and made her way towards the exits. From off in the distance, she could hear a violin playing. In front of her, she could see two people trying to shove each other into other passers-by. An older man stood beside them, shaking his head but grinning.

He found Amara standing in the crowd of tourists and waved his left hand, elbowing the boy next to him. The boy scowled, and as Amara approached them, she could hear him complaining.

"What was that for, Sean?"

"The girl Xavier sent for, she's here."

"Yes, but you didn't need to elbow me! Where's kitty anyway?"

"I'm here!" The girl came tumbling out of another crowd, smiling madly. She waved at Amara too.

"Hi. You're Amara Aquilla, right?" She had a sing-song high voice, and was positively jumping on the spot. Amara nodded nervously. These were positively the people she was meant to meet up with. The girl giggled, and elbowed the boy.

"I'm Kitty-"

"No, you're Katherine..." the boy retorted.

"No, I'm Kitty Pryde, and this is Kurt Wagner." She glared at her best friend.

"And I'm Sean." The older man said, in a thick Irish accent, splitting the two up. Kurt mumbled something about people wanting to elbow him under his breath.

Amara smiled nervously at them all. This was all going to be one huge adventure, at least she hoped it'd be, and she knew that it'd be a good one.

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Sam stared at the mansion that stood in front of him. There was no way he could compare the immense size of it to the small cottage he and his mum had lived in. On top of all of that, New York was huge. He'd have to get used to it somehow.

Pressing his hands against the iron gates that separated him from the mansion, Sam tried to find a way to get in. There'd have to be some kind of button to open them, right? What if the people in the institute could see him right now, struggling? He shook the thought away, sat down next to a pillar and placed his head between his hands, waiting patiently for someone to come by.

Two hours later, a black car pulled up next to the gates. By then, his body temperature had dropped increasingly; he could feel it. Sam scrambled back up quickly, straightening his jacket and picking his rucksack off the ground.

The car door flung open, and a cheery looking man with ginger hair stepped out, followed by three younger people: two girls and a boy. The boy was laughing at something that one of the girls had said, and the other girl smiled nervously. He could see her shivering slightly.

The ginger-haired man bound up to Sam, shaking his hand. He had a firm grip, something that reminded Sam of his father. He felt his chest grow slightly tighter, and retorted to kicking himself in the back of the shin to stop himself crying. Not now. Not ever.

"I'm guessing you don't know how to get in."

"Err, no. Sorry," he stuttered.

"You don't need to be sorry. You'll get used to it, trust me. "

Nodding, Sam awkwardly stood to the side as the man activated some kind of lever in the pavement, typed in a password on the side panel of the gate and slowly pushed it open. He immediately ran to help, assisted by the others.

The giant victorian mansion loomed above them, casting a shadow over them all as they walked over to it. Amara, open-eyed, stared at the mansion in wonder. Sam just saw it as a big house, but was excited with the prospects of a new home anyway, and was smiling like mad. Kurt and Kitty, however, had been living here for more than 3 years, and both ran up the steps to the front-door.

They pushed open the doors of the institute and bowed, allowing Sam and Amara to get a look at the huge front entrance of the mansion:

It was gigantic. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, twinkling and reflecting the late winter sunlight in their sharp surfaces. There was a two-parting staircase leading upstairs and a fireplace to the right. Sam nor Amara had ever seen any room so large in their life, and stood in the doorway drinking it all in when an older girl of about 17 came tumbling out of a doorway to their left. She briefly stared at the two of them, then ran up the stairs and disappeared. They both looked at Sean for one kind of explanation, but all he did was scratch the back of his ginger head confusedly.

"That was... Rogue." Kitty whispered to Amara, shutting the door behind her.

"Rogue? That's her name?"

"Uh-huh... Not her real name though. We haven't found that out yet."

"Basically what Kitty is trying to say is that we don't know her name, and she's mysterious and... She won't tell us anything."
"Was she crying?"
"She'll randomly burst out into tears sometimes, it's weird..."

"Because of the professor's sympathy we took her in, but I don't think she trusts us quite yet."
Kurt paused.
"Are you both hungry? 'Cause I am."