Owner	Pose
Jeremy Statton	The new kid who was brought to Xavier's from Metropolis by Jean Grey herself is currently holed up in the computer lab. The lights are off and he is tucked in the back far corner on one of the machines. The glow of the screen's light reflects in his thin glasses as he taps along the keyboard in a neck-break speed manner. At times, the other computers flicker to life off and on, the air humming with static. Once in awhile he will reach up into the air with a hand, grab something and throw it towards the computer, then goes back to typing. He's wearing his large, baggy hoody that practically swallows him up as he is hunched over. On the screen, multiple windows flash swiftly over and over, followed by telenet prompts of black screens and green text.
Alek	Alek smells something 'different' coming from the computer lab. His senses are always tossing him a different way of expressing the electromagnetic spectrum. Someone is cooking something in there. He comes in the door, "Hello? Hope not too busy?"     The blinking computers definitely catching his attention."
Jeremy Statton	Out from behind the hood peeks Jeremy's face. He's easy to overlook. Boring. Scrawny. His black painted hair drips in front of his face in a shaggy and unkempt manner. His eyes shift back to the computers, then back to him. He blinks once as the computer screens go black as if cutting the connection all together with a fizzling 'zip'. Alek's phone pings, a black message bubble popping up with green text and a blinking cursor in the shape of a spider. << Hello. I am not busy. You can have the room if you need to study. >>
Alek	Alek is quite intune with his cellphone, he's had quite a few conversations with others via it before. He speaks with it via bluetooth.. but without a device. << No, I just felt something different here. I hope I didn't interrupt you. >>     He looks around the darkened computer room, <<I like meeting new people, especially ones who talk with the computers like me>>
Jeremy Statton	Ping: << You can talk outloud, I'm not deaf. I can understand you. >> There is a shifting in Jeremy's posture, squeezing his own phone a bit tighter in his hands. << I am Jeremy. From Metropolis. Just got here. >>
Alek	Alek says, "I thought I was talking. Ooh, I wasn't... sometimes confused on how I'm talking. I am Alek from New York. I been here a while myself" might eventually notice the hooded figure, "So, getting familiar with some new..." looking at the computers, "friends?""
Jeremy Statton	<< I don't know if we are friends yet. I am still getting to know them. Though the one second on the left, row three, may have a crush on the one on the far right, row seven. She talks about him quite a bit. She is a bit of a gossip. >> There is a slow blink from Jeremy's eyes from behind his thin glasses that peek out from behind his hood. << You are one of the college students. You are not in any of my classes. >>
Alek	Alek says, "I'm one of the teaching assistants, help others with their computer homework." he states, "I doubt you will need my help though." He goes over to one of the computers and sits down, he looks over the screen, "So I guess you can talk with them to. An obvious observation of course.""
Jeremy Statton	Ping: << Yes, I can speak with them. We have full conversations like normal people. Though they are stiff in personality at times. >> Just like himself it seems. Jeremy doesn't have much in the way of facial appearances. His mannerisms is stoic, submissive. He just curls up within himself in the corner chair, fidgeting with his fingers slightly now and again. << I am in the honors and AP courses. I take college level sciences as well. Going to be a senior this year. >>
Alek	Alek says, "I'm probably not quite as conversational, but I can see things others can't and also taste, smell, whatever my slightly messed up brain decides to toss at me. I can also remember things I touch, see inside of them.""
Jeremy Statton	There is a slight nod of Jeremy's head as he listens. He gives another squeeze of his phone again in his hands. << Cool. >> That's it. Just one word. He is quite the conversationalist it seems. There is a bit more of a fidget from behind the large hoodie. << So you are not going to college here?" >>