Post by banshee on Aug 18, 2006 13:17:34 GMT -5
It was his first official day at the mansion. Sean Cassidy had arrived at the private school just yesterday, but he had arrived so late that really Headmaster Munroe was the only one he spoke with. Why had he been late? Well, that was a whole other story in itself.
He received a full paid flight out to New York, paid by the Xavier Institute due to his father's inability to pay the amount for the flight. However, the cab that was supposed to be waiting for him was...well, it wasn't there, and that's all he knew about that. So a seventeen-year-old Irish kid from the Midwest was stuck standing in the middle of John F. Kennedy International Airport, two suitcases of luggage in his hands. Any ordinary teenager would go to the desk and call the Xavier Institute, see what was up. But not Sean Cassidy.
Scanning the area outside of the airport, he found an offduty taxi sitting outside, a rather overweight Italian man in the driver's seat. With a small smirk, Sean opened the back door and threw his bags in. When the man started to open his door furiously, Sean stopped him. It didn't take long to sweet talk him.
"Ya' see, I'm Roger Wilco. I'm the chief deputy officer to the treasurer of the city a' New York. If I don't get up ta' Westchester, 50 pounds a' gold bullion'll be lost. Now please, I need ta' go ta' Salem Center!" Sean's good acting, combined with his oh-so-special voice, had the cab driver nodding furiously. And so, he hopped in the back, with the taxi on its way, some small talk occuring between himself and the cab driver. In any normal tale, this would be all, but not in the life of Sean Cassidy.
Outside of New York, heading north, two large black Hummers stopped in front of the cab at an empty intersection with some rather angry looking men exiting. By this point, it was roughly ten o'clock at night. What was most notable about these angry men, however, was the fact that the men had baseball bats, chains, and some even wielded firearms. It turns out the taxi driver was Vinnie Vincenzi and he owed a lot of money to a rather high level loan shark. "Dontcha worry, Vinnie. I'll be takin' care of ya'." Both Sean and Vinnie calmly exited the yellow vehicle, their hands in the air.
"Toldja' you shouldn't of messed with Mr. Silvermane, Vinnie boy." One of the men, hoisting an Uzi submachine gun, said rather calmly. Sean looked to his acquantince and altered his voice, speaking low without moving his lips, with only Vinnie able to hear him. "When I open my mouth, cover your ears as best as you can and jump into the taxi." As the men began to prepare their weaponry, such as pulling back on the hammers of their pistols, Sean acted.
His mouth opened wide as a scream came from the back of his throat. The sheer strength of the soundwaves knocked all of the men back along with their Hummers, with the glass of the Hummers' windshield and windows breaking violently. Five seconds afterward, Sean closed his mouth. The aftermath was horrendous. In just those five seconds, both of the Hummers were overturned, with glass spread out all over the street. All of the thugs were unconscious. As for Vinnie, he was in his taxi, ears still covered. Luckily for him, Sean had been practing, and he was able to curtail his voice so that the cabbie barely heard a low "Ah" come from him.
Sirens were already heard in the distance. He couldn't have Vinnie drive him anymore. And so, Sean took to the air, his lips barely opened. The unheard sound coming from his throat allowed him to fly, but for some reason he couldn't exactly fly precisely. Turning was a bitch, not to mention the landings. Hopefully this school would help him with that.
"And that's how it happened." In the recreation room of the mansion, Sean was sitting on a sofa, with some of the younger students sitting around him. Most of them, of course, had the typical "Yeah, right" and "Psh" responses. The students went back to their day-to-day activities while Sean looked down at the day's issue of the Daily Bugle in his lap. And what did the front page of the newspaper say?
TREASURER EMPLOYEE FOILS ROBBERY
He received a full paid flight out to New York, paid by the Xavier Institute due to his father's inability to pay the amount for the flight. However, the cab that was supposed to be waiting for him was...well, it wasn't there, and that's all he knew about that. So a seventeen-year-old Irish kid from the Midwest was stuck standing in the middle of John F. Kennedy International Airport, two suitcases of luggage in his hands. Any ordinary teenager would go to the desk and call the Xavier Institute, see what was up. But not Sean Cassidy.
Scanning the area outside of the airport, he found an offduty taxi sitting outside, a rather overweight Italian man in the driver's seat. With a small smirk, Sean opened the back door and threw his bags in. When the man started to open his door furiously, Sean stopped him. It didn't take long to sweet talk him.
"Ya' see, I'm Roger Wilco. I'm the chief deputy officer to the treasurer of the city a' New York. If I don't get up ta' Westchester, 50 pounds a' gold bullion'll be lost. Now please, I need ta' go ta' Salem Center!" Sean's good acting, combined with his oh-so-special voice, had the cab driver nodding furiously. And so, he hopped in the back, with the taxi on its way, some small talk occuring between himself and the cab driver. In any normal tale, this would be all, but not in the life of Sean Cassidy.
Outside of New York, heading north, two large black Hummers stopped in front of the cab at an empty intersection with some rather angry looking men exiting. By this point, it was roughly ten o'clock at night. What was most notable about these angry men, however, was the fact that the men had baseball bats, chains, and some even wielded firearms. It turns out the taxi driver was Vinnie Vincenzi and he owed a lot of money to a rather high level loan shark. "Dontcha worry, Vinnie. I'll be takin' care of ya'." Both Sean and Vinnie calmly exited the yellow vehicle, their hands in the air.
"Toldja' you shouldn't of messed with Mr. Silvermane, Vinnie boy." One of the men, hoisting an Uzi submachine gun, said rather calmly. Sean looked to his acquantince and altered his voice, speaking low without moving his lips, with only Vinnie able to hear him. "When I open my mouth, cover your ears as best as you can and jump into the taxi." As the men began to prepare their weaponry, such as pulling back on the hammers of their pistols, Sean acted.
His mouth opened wide as a scream came from the back of his throat. The sheer strength of the soundwaves knocked all of the men back along with their Hummers, with the glass of the Hummers' windshield and windows breaking violently. Five seconds afterward, Sean closed his mouth. The aftermath was horrendous. In just those five seconds, both of the Hummers were overturned, with glass spread out all over the street. All of the thugs were unconscious. As for Vinnie, he was in his taxi, ears still covered. Luckily for him, Sean had been practing, and he was able to curtail his voice so that the cabbie barely heard a low "Ah" come from him.
Sirens were already heard in the distance. He couldn't have Vinnie drive him anymore. And so, Sean took to the air, his lips barely opened. The unheard sound coming from his throat allowed him to fly, but for some reason he couldn't exactly fly precisely. Turning was a bitch, not to mention the landings. Hopefully this school would help him with that.
"And that's how it happened." In the recreation room of the mansion, Sean was sitting on a sofa, with some of the younger students sitting around him. Most of them, of course, had the typical "Yeah, right" and "Psh" responses. The students went back to their day-to-day activities while Sean looked down at the day's issue of the Daily Bugle in his lap. And what did the front page of the newspaper say?
TREASURER EMPLOYEE FOILS ROBBERY