The X-Project

Tromping around on the roof? I don't know who's been tromping around but I did happen to sit on the porch roof for a bit -- perfectly sound structure by the way and the porch at home never suffered for me planting my backside on it once in a while. I do believe the exact area of my contact with the roof was less than three feet by three feet and given my weight, tromping is really not on my agenda.

And as for your opinions of us, Mr. Marko, I suggest that you are welcome to take them up with me personally before you spew the same insults that we hear on the streets or from our parents at us. We are here to avoid precisely what you are engendering, and that is a hostile, negative environment. I don't give a damn if you're Professor Xavier's long-lost brother, you have no right to address anyone here in that manner.

Most of the people here *are* children, Mr. Marko, and some of those children will be reading what you post. And I believe that any of us here have every damn right to miss what we've lost. I'm sorry if our pain is interfering with your blatantly obvious repression, but I guess you'll just suck it up. How Professor Xavier was talked into hiring someone with absolutely no shred of compassion or even the remotest capacity for effective dialogue, I have no idea. If he desires for us to follow in your footsteps, though, I'm positive that there's a teaching position open with your name on it, something like "Compensating for Unresolved Trauma and Personal Loss by Means of Hostility and Abusive Behaviour".

Trust me, I will be forwarding this post to Professor Xavier, just in case he may have happened to miss it. I can take your crap but you are deliberately making this place into an unsafe environment for the students. I will be specifically requesting that you moderate your behaviour so that you achieve your goals through some means other than abusive language and outright bullying.

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x-sanfuaiyaa.livejournal.com

I do not think I've met you yet, but I must say that it is relieving to know that there is at least one other person here who actually has a brain.

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Well, there's one mystery solved. Apparently the existence of some rather expensive benches, or some of the sitting rooms in the mansion, or anything else just isn't good enough for you, you've got to be a rebel. You're right on one score - you *are* children, and children who don't know enough to do what the hell they're told to boot. If you're one of those who thinks that they're owed a perfect life, and bitch and whine when life hands you shit - then you've got a hell of a lot of growing up to do.

If you think you need to be protected, then learn to damn well protect yourself. And that means learning to control yourself, and if that's too tactless and rough for you - too damn bad. Way of the world, little girl. Outside these walls, it's a hostile, negative world. You may hate it, you may fear it, but unless you're planning to hide here forever, you'd better learn to deal with it.

And to repeat for the record, I ain't got the slightest shred of interest in teaching a damn thing to a one of you. What I do is my own business, and I don't recall asking for your opinion on it.

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Perfect life? Mr. Marko, you'd better educate yourself before you start talking out of your ass that way. I have a great deal of control, Mr. Marko. You'd know if I didn't. I've been outside these walls, I've lived on the roads, I've been months in the winter without knowing where my food or shelter was coming from. I've begged for my bread. I've been in military custody, I've been in jail, I've been Erik Lenscher's unwilling guest and his bitch. I've got no home to go to and the military wants me back so they can strap me down to their tables again. I've been out there. I've been shot, I've been set on fire, I've been beaten. I'm not hiding here. I'm here because it's a good place for me to set my back when I face the world. You're not too tactless and rough for me, Mr. Marko, but if that's who you are then this isn't the place for you. This is sacred ground in a world that hates people like the students here, and I won't see you piss on that. You make this place unsafe with your words and your attitude, and I will call you on it, and I will do something about it.

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Oh, excuse me. You're in control, don't need anyone, no, not you. It definitely sounds like you can take anything that big bad world has to throw at you.

So those gloves are just a fashion accessory, huh? I hear everyone with a great deal of control wears them these days.

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Did I say I didn't need anyone? I don't think so. I need people, and that's why I'm here. There's no shame in needing companionship and safetly. Control, though, I do have, more now than ever.

I wear my gloves out of respect for others, Mr. Marko; you know, that thing you assume I don't have. My skin makes people afraid around me, and I don't blame them. I will be happy to take them off where you're concerned, though God knows I don't relish having you and all your repressed issues in my head for the rest of my life. I've got better men than you trapped in my skull. You'd be in some good company. Perhaps some insight into you would help me develop some compassion for your obviously wounded psyche.

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x-shinobi.livejournal.com

This is just a suggestion, sir, and you are of course welcome to ignore it or not as you see fit, but:

Perhaps if you showed us the slightest inkling of respect, more of us would be inclined to return the favor. If not to you personally, than to the things you hold dear, as you obviously do this house, if not the people in it.

At present, I have little problem with you, sir. I would prefer to keep it that way. However, this address treads dangerously close, I feel, to verbal abuse. I got enough of that at home, sir - I don't need to deal with it here as well, and neither do any of my classmates.

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For the most part, I've seen you kids here try and incinerate each other accidentally, get drunk and brag about it in public, leave blood trails through the halls, sneak in and out at all hours, and if I understand the stories - there's blowing up dorm walls, kidnapping, and assault in there as well.

I know kids will be kids, and people make mistakes - but most people can't vaporize a tank by pointing at it. And if the more dangerous ones can't keep control of themselves in a safe environment like the school here, what's the real world going to do to you?

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x-marrow.livejournal.com

Blood trails? Just me. Assault? Oh look, me again. Don't judge the rest of them according to my fuck-ups.

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Yeah, you're really that important. You stab yourself in the back? You put a girl in the infirmary with third degree burns? You sure do get around.

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x-marrow.livejournal.com

You stab yourself in the back?

Yeah, I do. That's how my mutation works. A student didn't pull that bone out wrong though, so you're wasting your time.

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x-shinobi.livejournal.com

See, that's what I'm talking about. That isn't respect, sir. You can't possibly be surprised that most of the student body isn't respecting you - whether you profess to care or not - when you treat us like garbage.

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I didnt do it. I promise. I'm sorry somthing's broken Mr Marko. Don't be mad at me please?

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No one's going to be mad at you, Artie. You don't do bad things on purpose. And even if you did break something, you'd just help fix it and things would be okay.

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I try not to break things, but somtimes I do and then peple are mad. I can help fix the roof?

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x-marrow.livejournal.com

Artie, we know you weren't up on the roof. Nobody's mad at you.

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No, Artie. I was up on the roof, but I still don't think I broke it. Nonetheless, if Mr. Marko asks for help, I will help him fix the roof. The roof is too dangerous for little boys, especially in winter. Please don't try and go fix it yourself.

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x-tarot.livejournal.com

Artie, don't worry. He didn't mean you.

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Ok. Are you shure?

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x-tarot.livejournal.com

I don't think you were on the roof, chou, yes?

And if you were, _I_ will take whatever punishment he tries to give you. It is one thing to call almost adults names, it is another to put it in a place where you and Miles and 'Yana can see it.

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Relax, kid. No one's angry at you.

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Ok. Thank you Mr Marko.

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y'know, here I was thinking you were a nice guy - but then, I guess sometimes I'm not so nice either. But politeness aside, since we both don't seem to care about it much, Rogue is right.

Most of us HAVE no other home, this is the only place we can fuck up. And we're not perfect. I drank. I bragged. I'm grounded. I don't like it, but I did knowingly break the rules and the law so I'm not upset because I'm being punished. But if we can't fuck up here, knowingly or not...where can we? On the streets? Because that's where a lot of us were headed or were living...and y'know, perhaps I'm self-centered, but I think that ALL kids, human and mutant, deserve a home. And that's what this is. Our home.

It's your home too, and you are right to be upset when you see it hurt, but I'm willing to help you fix it - regardless of my punishment. Because it's more that just your home, it's mine too.

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Like I said before, those excuses work for normal people. Not folks who can kill other people when they screw up. The next time someone has a little lapse of temper or control, what happens when it's not just massive burns? What happens when someone loses it and blows up in public? With the kids around? Where there's no cover to hide behind?

Yeah - it's fucking scary, isn't it? It's also the reality of living with the kind of power some of you have. It starts with the little things - break one rule, it's okay. Just lose control a little, no one gets hurt. Then those little pebbles start a landslide.

In a perfect world, yeah, you'd have a choice. But it's like having a gun - you're expected to use it safely or there are consequences. Well, you kids don't get the choice - you ARE the gun. And Xavier's opened his home to teach you how to use those powers you've got safely. When you spit on the little things - when you start sowing those seeds of disrespect because you think you're too self-reliant to obey rules that are put there for a reason - you put not only yourself at risk, but the people who WANT to be here and learn how to control themselves.

Maybe no one drilled this into your skulls before - and maybe some of you figured out that's the way things work. But there's how it is. That simple.

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x-tarot.livejournal.com

Does that not mean that you too are required to control yourself?

Words are a weapon, sharp as any knife.

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discipline, like everything, is fine in moderation. this is not a military school.

and I thought this place would let us have as close to normal lives as we could. we don't WANT to hurt people, we do what we can to prevent this. but that does not mean we don't want to have fun. and y'know what? I remember people choosing NOT to drink the other night because of their powers. that's responsibility. irresponsibility would be to drink anyways.

you can't expect us to be perfect all of the time.

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Tell me, kusoyarou, besides being the most idiotic person I have ever met, what is your mutant power? Do you manipulate some form of energy per chance? No, I did not think so. You cannot comment on that type of power and the person who wields it if you are not one yourself. And yet here, you are effectively saying that anyone's momentary loss of control is entirely their fault, that they should be punished for their lapse.

How dare you.

You have no idea what it's like. You have no place to judge any of us. So the next time you wish to chastise a student because their mutation acted chaotically, think for a moment before proving to everyone how ignorant you are.

And you wonder why some of my classmates refuse to follow your rules. When our supposed role models are sokonuke no baka, how are we supposed to act?

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