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Post by tudorrose on Sept 9, 2014 2:22:31 GMT
"Uh, yeah, sure, it's, er..."
Jean smiled, a little amused as he tried to find his words. She had the chance to shyly look at him as he tried to organize his thoughts. He was taller than her, with dark brown hair. She wondered briefly what color his eyes were. What was with the sunglasses? She mused that he had the face for them, however. She believed that she didn't have the shape of face that complimented sunglasses, unlike her sister. That didn't stop Jean from filching her sister's sunglasses from time to time whenever she'd sunbathed in the Grey backyard.
"Oh, well hi Jean."
She wasn't sure why, but she rather liked the way that he said her name.
"My name's Scott. Yeah, I can show you, it's right this way..."
She followed the other student, sneaking a sideways glance at him before hurriedly averting her eyes to the hallway ahead.
"So, I suppose you're new huh?" Jean nodded, rubbing at her arm a little awkwardly. "I am," she validated his guess. "I got here this morning. I've known Professor Xavier for a while, though. He's been....helping me." She let her arms drop to her sides. "He's a wonderful man, truly. Him and Dr. McCoy." She wasn't sure where she would be if he hadn't helped her.
"How long have you been living here?"
She hoped he wouldn't mind her questions. She hadn't come into contact with another mutant anywhere near her age before.
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Post by tudorrose on Sept 7, 2014 20:10:43 GMT
"Really?!"
The teenager groaned at the sight of her running shoes. The material was ripped apart leaving her no choice but to toss them out. She took them out of the washing machine, holding the damp shoes in her hands. She flicked her gaze to the top of the washing machine, letting her telekinesis close the lid for her. She sighed before dropping them in the waste bin in the corner of the room.
Since junior high school she'd been a fan of running. Jean had been a member of her school's track team until she'd joined Xavier's school. Now at Xavier's she ran to train, as well as to keep from being stressed. Her running shoes had suffered an encounter with a multitude to muddy puddles the day before. It had rained buckets earlier in the week and the teenager had foolishly decided to go running a day after they ceased. She figured that the puddles would be somewhat dry by that time. However she'd misjudged the absorbency of the trails in the woods beyond the school.
Washing her running shoes was the logical choice after her muddy romp through the woods. Unbeknownst to her she had a small tear forming near the toe-end of her left sneaker. The washing machine had caused the tear to grow to the point where she could no longer wear them.
A few hours later found her at the mall after begging a ride off of Dr. McCoy. She had her learner's permit, although she couldn't yet drive by herself. She couldn't wait for the day that she was handed her actual license; she hated being driven around like a child.
Money wasn't much of an issue when it came to the Grey family. Her father's position at Bard's College kept the family from wanting. The Greys sent her a monthly allowance to help with any purchases or such that she needed while at Xavier's. Still, she was frugal; she wasn't about to buy an expensive pair of running shoes if she didn't need to. She traveled through the busy mall, dodging groups of giggling girls and mothers pushing strollers. She was momentarily distracted by the record store stationed beside the shoe store which she sought. Her gaze rested on the advertisement in the window listing the newest cassettes of that week. Toying with the idea of returning after purchasing her sneakers for the latest Asia cassette, she reluctantly moved onto the next store.
Appraising the sneakers in the window, she didn't notice the arrival of the man at her side until he spoke.
Her head turned as he spoke to her, recognizing him after a moment.
"Mr. Lehnsherr," she recalled, a bit of surprise in her tone. "I....I haven't seen you in ages." Not since he first visited her with Xavier back when her abilities first emerged. She remembered being intrigued by his power of metal; it was a unique gift.
Magneto. He was referred to as Magneto by the authorities.
"I've been well, thank you," she replied, taking care to hide the bit of apprehension she felt. She knew that he and the professor used to be the closest of friends. The schism between the two over their difference in ideals reminded her to be on her guard. "And you've been....well?"
She wondered if she should have asked Dr. McCoy to accompany her.
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Post by tudorrose on Sept 7, 2014 18:52:32 GMT
I love it! Ultimate capture the flag sounds like it would be crazy fun.
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Post by tudorrose on Sept 7, 2014 18:47:00 GMT
Jean felt her eyes droop as she waited on the couch. She'd tried to keep busy prior to Xavier's arrival in order to keep herself from sleeping. The second she sat down was when her body began to threaten to drift off. She jolted at the sound of the doorbell, so tired that she hadn't heard the car pull up out front.
Mrs. Grey answered the door, an easy smile on her lips. Her mother was nothing if not a strong woman. Despite her fears over her daughter's condition, she managed to outwardly hide her worries. Her father had been a leader of a battalion during the second World War; Jean knew that her mother had inherited her grandfather's ability to act clearly and calmly during a stressful situation. Her mother had grown up in a military household, constantly on the move from base to base. Mrs. Grey ran a tight ship of a home which took Jean's mutation in stride. The slightest tinge of darkness under her eyes gave away her fatigue, having suffered sleepless nights over her daughter. Other than that, Mrs. Grey seemed to be in control of her emotions.
"It's nice to see you, Professor Xavier. And you too, Dr. McCoy," she greeted them, stepping back to allow them inside. "Would you like anything to drink? I can put tea on, if you'd like." She led the pair into the sitting room where Jean was waiting.
"Hello," the teenager greeted the pair, trying to form a smile. It faltered; she didn't have her mother's gift of holding herself together. Mrs. Grey went off to the kitchen, leaving the three alone.
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Post by tudorrose on Sept 7, 2014 18:27:16 GMT
Xavier's school was unlike anyplace she'd ever been. She'd been aware that the building was expansive. But the sheer size of it blew her away. Her father was a professor at a college not far from their home. He had a considerable salary that allowed the Greys a moderate sized home in the suburbs. Xavier's however made it look like a shack. She'd joked that she'd need a map to get around.
Now, on her own and instructed to join Xavier in his office, she found that she was lost. He'd explained to her upon her arrival where to go in order to find his office. She'd nodded, yet she'd been so overwhelmed by all that was occurring that she now found she couldn't recall his instructions. She fidgeted outside of the door to her room, leaning against the sturdy wood as she tried to remember where she was supposed to head to.
Jean wondered briefly if she should just wait in her room for someone to find her. It might be better than the embarrassment that would ensue if she managed to get lost in the hallways. But she didn't want to seem pertinent or ungrateful by not following Xavier's request. She was thankful for all that the wheelchair bound mutant had done for her.
No, she had to venture out of the safety of her new room and try to find her way to his office.
Movement caught her eye at the end of the hallway. She turned, the end of her ponytail smacking her face in the process. She blew a stray strand of red hair away as she headed toward the stranger.
"Hey! Could you, uh, point me in the direction of Professor Xavier's office?" she requested, hoping that the boy knew where it was. He must be one of the other students, based upon his age. She took note of the sunglasses-like lenses he had over his eyes. Was it a fashion accessory? She assumed so, although she was unsure why he was wearing them inside.
Realizing that her manners had deserted her, she cleared her throat.
"I'm Jean. I probably should have said that first." She half-laughed, feeling a bit of color flood her cheeks in embarrassment.
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Post by tudorrose on Sept 7, 2014 17:52:00 GMT
Jean was finally starting to settle into her life at Xavier's. It was far different than living at home. There was no Sara to whisper to at night about the events of the day or discussion among her family at the dinner table about the events of the day. She appreciated everything that Xavier had done for her. She would be a fool otherwise not to. He was a good man and she was grateful for his help. To make the situation even better, he was a telepath like her. He understood what she was going through. It was thanks to him that she could function like a normal teenager- for the most part - without being bombarded by rogue voices.
She didn't mind the wall that he'd placed in her mind upon her telepathic abilities. Perhaps one day she would attempt to control and hone them. But not yet; her own mind was enough for now. The slight amount of telepathic ability left to her was not as intrusive as she'd thought it would be.
Jean found herself in the common room that afternoon, a book open forgotten on her lap. The room was rather quiet; her classmates were elsewhere. It was during downtime like this when she missed her old life the most. Her family, her friends.... She lifted a hand to her chest as if someone had physically hit her. Annie... It was all her fault. Jean doubted that she'd ever forgive herself for her hand in her friend's death. It was an accident; she hadn't meant to throw the frisbee as far as she'd done that afternoon. Not toward the street. Not toward the path of the car turning onto the block.
If she hadn't thrown that damn frisbee Annie would still be alive and Jean would be living as a normal girl. The thought of what could have been hurt terribly.
She looked up sharply, having not heard another enter. She recognized Lana, having seen her a few times. She'd never really had a conversation with the mutant, however. A ghost of a smile flitted to her lips as the girl cursed; she knew Xavier's thoughts upon ill use of language.
"There is an elevator," she assured her. "He never told you?" Her brows furrowed. "He uses it on account of his wheelchair."
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Post by tudorrose on Sept 7, 2014 17:33:08 GMT
She felt as if the world was spiraling out of control.
True, humans knew of mutants prior to the events of Liberty Island. However the events that transpired cast mutants in an unfavorable light, despite the fact that the X-Men had managed to thwart Magneto's plan. There would be quite the bit of damage control to contend with. Her thoughts drifted back to the Senate hearing she'd spoken at only a few months ago, her words of assurance that mutants were not to be feared echoing in her head.
Beside her anxiety over the situation, she'd felt....different. She couldn't pin exactly what caused her to feel such a way. Was she catching a cold? She bit her lip, lesson plans forgotten as her mind strayed.
The redhead glanced up at a knock upon her office door. "Come in,"she requested, idly twisting the engagement ring resting upon her left ring finger.
She felt her lips turn upward in a smile as she caught sight of Rogue. She felt terrible for the girl; her mutation alone must cause the child enough grief without adding on the events of the previous week. Anger stirred momentarily in her at the thought of Logan's departure. She knew that he meant a lot to the young mutant before her. And, oddly enough, to herself.
"Hello," she greeted her. "Is everything alright?" She knew better than to chance a glance into the girl's mind. It was rude to pry and, based upon how she was feeling, she doubted she'd be able to gleam anything.
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Post by tudorrose on Sept 3, 2014 1:11:36 GMT
The first thing she noticed was the sponginess of the grass beneath her feet. The sixteen year old took a cautious step upon the grassy terrain, a faint smile gracing her lips. Normally not one to walk about without shoes, she couldn't imagine anything softer than the grass blades currently beneath her feet.
"Jeanie, c'mon!"
The sound of her former best friend's voice distracted her. She looked up, catching sight of Annie a few yards away from her. She grinned, face brightening seeing her friend. "Wait for me!" she called as she hurried across the green expanse. She ran as fast as she could, not thinking of the impossibility of her deceased friend standing before her. As soon as she reached Annie the girl disappeared. Frowning, Jean felt her forehead crease from her confusion.
"Annie?"
She didn't receive an answer.
The young woman dropped to her knees as she felt deep anguish wash over her. A flood of emotions assaulted her: fear, pain, anxiety. She remembered the attack quite well, as she'd felt the same emotions while watching her friend die. The horrible accident in the street in front of the Grey residence not only ended in her friend's death, but the emergence of Jean's mutant abilities.
"Jean!"
Her eyes flew open, her mother's voice ringing in her ears. The teenager blinked a few times to process what was occurring in her bedroom. The objects that were currently flying about her room dropped to the floor, stationary after her telekinetic fit. Her father was by the door frame, a welt already forming above his eye. The redhead gasped, the noise garbled as she began to cry.
"Jeanie, I know it was an accident...." Her father tried to comfort her, keeping one eye on the pile of books by the door frame that shuddered with the possibility of flight once more. A soccer trophy sailed through the air, knocking down a picture frame on her nightstand.
"Breathe, Jean," her mother instructed, a hand on either side of the teenager's face to allow her to focus. "In, and out. In, and out...." Jean did as she instructed, feeling her panic begin to fade. The woman brushed aside her daughter's stray tears as she regained her grip upon her telekinesis.
Two days later found Jean perched upon a sofa in the sitting room, awaiting her monthly appointment with Professor Xavier. It wasn't fair to her family to have to put up with the liability that was their eldest daughter. The other night's fit- the third that month- cemented Jean's decision to accept Xavier's offer of admittance to his school.
She knew her parents did not wish to see her leave, but she knew it was for the best. What if she really managed to hurt either one of them? Or her sister? She couldn't risk it.
She waited quietly for him, blinking her bloodshot eyes tiredly She'd managed to grab only a few hours sleep the night before, too afraid of falling asleep and suffering another nightmare.
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Post by tudorrose on Aug 31, 2014 3:18:20 GMT
Hey! I'd love to get some threads going with Jean. I'm up for pretty much any setting. I personally prefer pre-movies or AU threads.
Jean is a friendly yet somewhat serious individual. She was exuberant as a child but with the onset of her abilities it was somewhat dimmed. She concentrated on her studies as a teenager which led her to eventually receiving a doctorate. As a professor at Xavier's, Jean appears professional yet approachable to her students.
She does her best not to read the minds of others, although she is known to slip from time to time. She was afraid as an adolescent that this would keep others from her, and is still somewhat apprehensive about it.
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Post by tudorrose on Aug 30, 2014 1:57:09 GMT
 Character Basics
.:Name of Character:. Dr. Jean Grey
.:Species:. Mutant
.:Alias:. None
.:Year Born/Timeline:. 1966
.:Affiliation:. X-Men
Appearance
.:Physical Appearance:. Jean is rather tall. Both her mother and father are tall in stature as well, making it rather obvious where Jean inherited her height from. Her overall build is slim from keeping physically fit due to training. She has hazel colored eyes and red hair. She normally keeps her mid-back length hair pinned up while she’s working in the lab or teaching.
Jean is fond of fashionably professional skirts and blouses while teaching. She is known to wear more casual clothing when taking time away from her students. She wears reading glasses, although she often stubbornly ‘forgets’ to wear them.
.:Height:. 5’6’’
.:Portrayed by:. Famke Janssen
Personality
.:Personality:. Jean is a friendly, warm person. She was very sociable as a child; she was the class chatterbox. She grew rather withdrawn after the death of her friend, Annie, which led to the discovery of her gifts. When her powers emerged, around the age of ten, she spoke less than usual. The voices in her head were loud enough without adding her own. Once Xavier helped place a ‘lid’ on her telepathic abilities she became more like her old self.
As she grew older Jean found herself growing more serious as she concentrated on her studies. This behavior has carried over to her teaching career. She can be somewhat of a ‘goody two shoes’ at times, although will relax around her close friends and family.
.:Powers/Abilities:. Jean’s telepathy is strong, although not honed. It was because of this strength that Xavier blocked her telepathic gifts somewhat instead of allowing her the full force. She can read minds when prompted, although she needs to be somewhat close to the person in question. Reading the thoughts or projecting thoughts into the minds of those she has relationships with is easier than strangers. Jean tires easily when using her telepathic abilities for long lengths of time.
Jean’s second ability of telekinesis is used far more often than her telepathy. Jean is able to moved a variety of objects ranging in different sizes with her mind. When she is upset her telekinesis is often the first to ‘slip’; this was far more prominent when she was a child. The concentration needed to move the object often depends on the weight or movement of it.
History
.:Birthplace:. Annandale-on-Hudson, New York
.:Family:. John Grey (Father)
Elaine Grey (Mother)
Sara Grey (Sister)
.:Occupation:. Teacher
.:Current Location of Residence:. Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters
.:History:.
Jean Grey was born to John and Elaine Grey in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York. She was the eldest child of the professor and stay-at-home mother. Her sister, Sara, shortly followed her birth. Jean’s childhood was typical; she made friends in school and had time with her family. This changed when she witnessed the accident that led to the death of her friend, Annie. Jean was flooded with Annie’s final thoughts as she watched the girl die. The death of her friend ‘kick started’ Jean’s abilities.
Initially her parents did not know how to handle their newly gifted child. As her telekinesis and telepathy grew stronger her parents sought out the help of Professor Xavier. Xavier placed somewhat of a block on her telepathy in order for her telekinesis to mature first. Jean was enrolled in his school, becoming one of the first X-Men.
After completing her education Jean went onto college to become a scientist. As mutations fascinated her, Jean focused on genetics. She earned her doctorate in the area.
“The nucleus is….what?”
The red head murmured to herself as she looked over the Biology test given to her students that morning. Choosing to grade the exams that evening instead of putting it off till the weekend, Jean found herself in her office while the rest of the institute enjoyed their Friday night. She read over the hastily scrawled answer, biting her lip as she assessed the wording. Finally she put the paper down, rubbing her temples in response to the convoluted answer.
She knew Biology wasn’t a crowd favorite. It wasn’t a ‘cool’ class like auto-shop or fitness training. Yet she didn’t believe it to be so boring that her students couldn’t grasp basic concepts. She leaned back in her leather chair, exhaling loudly. She slipped her feet out of her heeled shoes as she relaxed.
Perhaps she would lead a trip into the wooded area near the school on Monday for more of a hands-on style lesson. Perhaps that would get her students to become more interested and not pull test answers out of the air. Or, better yet, she’d bring them down to the lab in the basement. The sight of real scientific tools and experiments might pique their interest. She glanced at the clock on her desk; she had a little more time before dinner was to be served. A quick thought to the book on the shelf opposite her desk caused the hard-cover to float across the air. She caught it with an outstretched hand, flipping for the page she’d left off of.
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