Post by Greg Humben on Aug 5, 2004 19:38:10 GMT -5
"Well, I'm glad Professor X said I didn't have to meet anyone until dinner."
Greg Humben, the newest recruit of Professor Xavier, was in his dorm room. He had unpacked all of his stuff that he had got a cab to ride behind him and his brand new motorcycle. When he had arrived, he used the money his parents gave him to by a cammo pattern motorcycle.
His room was just in the middle of styling. He had already put up all of his pictures and clothes. He was in the middle of taking out all of his... toys. That was what he liked to refer them as anyways. They were an assorted amount of guns, knives, and swords that his dad had specially sent with him as a military bag. That way, he was able to transport them to the Institute.
He took out his samurai sword that his father had given him. Greg's great-grandfather had been awarded with it by a group of Japanese in World War II. He slowly unsheathed it and moved it around, looking at the beauty of it.
"I hope I get to maybe use it in the Danger Room I heard about. That's probally going to be my favorite place in this... institute."
Greg had a habbit of talking to himself when he was alone. Even though he liked silence, he also liked to voice his thoughts. A habbit he had gotten by his mother.
"I wonder if the first person I meet is going to be cool or not. I just hope there isn't any annoying people here..."
Greg Humben, the newest recruit of Professor Xavier, was in his dorm room. He had unpacked all of his stuff that he had got a cab to ride behind him and his brand new motorcycle. When he had arrived, he used the money his parents gave him to by a cammo pattern motorcycle.
His room was just in the middle of styling. He had already put up all of his pictures and clothes. He was in the middle of taking out all of his... toys. That was what he liked to refer them as anyways. They were an assorted amount of guns, knives, and swords that his dad had specially sent with him as a military bag. That way, he was able to transport them to the Institute.
He took out his samurai sword that his father had given him. Greg's great-grandfather had been awarded with it by a group of Japanese in World War II. He slowly unsheathed it and moved it around, looking at the beauty of it.
"I hope I get to maybe use it in the Danger Room I heard about. That's probally going to be my favorite place in this... institute."
Greg had a habbit of talking to himself when he was alone. Even though he liked silence, he also liked to voice his thoughts. A habbit he had gotten by his mother.
"I wonder if the first person I meet is going to be cool or not. I just hope there isn't any annoying people here..."