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Paige had said on the journals that Sarah was trying to make "newbie intimidation" a professional sport," yet nothing she had seen indicated that anyone was that bitchy. So she decided to find Sarah and see for herself since she hadn't been at the dance. She wasn't much worried; everyone else here had been decent.

The door to the basement was the only undecorated door on the hallway, it was also the loudest. Music blared from behind it, almost causing the door to pulsate. Well, screw knocking, Clarice thought, opening the door and heading down the stairs.

Sitting cross-legged on her desk, Sarah is playing darts on the dartboard hanging by the door. Beside her, a notepad sits open, various pages folded over and scribbled on with ink. Someone walks in the door just as another dart hits the board with a thud. There's some power behind that throw. Sarah looks at her. "Who're you?"

Clarice knocked on the wall, loud enough to be heard over the music. "Hi. I would have knocked on the door, but the music was too loud. I'm Clarice."

Sarah throws her last dart at the dartboard, not really paying attention to it as it hits. She keeps her eyes on Clarice. "You're one of the new kids, right?" She spins to hang her legs off of the side of the desk. "So what brings you down here? I thought you'd have gotten the warning."

Tucking and errant purple hair out of her face, she nods, “I don’t believe everything I hear. Besides, Paige is nice, but she’s a little…normal. And normal is somewhat overrated.”

Tucking and errant purple hair out of her face, she nods, “I don’t believe everything I hear. Besides, Paige is nice, but she’s a little…normal. And normal is somewhat overrated.”

Sarah laughs. "Yeah, she's a pretty-pretty, but she tries." She scratches gently at her head, around two bone horns coming out from beneath her hair. "So you came to see the monster in the basement for yourself?"

"Monster is in the eye of the beholder," Clarice replied without thinking, wandering around the room a little. She pulls the darts out of the dartboard and returns them to Sarah. "I don't think I'm a monster, but my parents do. The world does. You're only a monster if you think you are."

Yeah, like I haven't heard that before. "Oh, but I _am_ a monster. It's something I've gotten used to." She takes the darts, and throws one at the board. "Rest of the mansion be damned, I will always be a monster." She pulls a bone from her shoulder and holds it in her hand for a minute. "But enough about that. You didn't come down to convince me of my unmonsterish-ness."

“No, I came down to ask what CD this was. And to see your leather halter,” Clarice smiled and bounced slightly in anticipation. She wasn’t yet entirely comfortable being a mutant and wasn’t certain that she wasn’t a monster too. She knew she didn’t feel like one, but that didn’t mean much. She was much more comfortable being silly and slightly nutty.

"Rammstein. It showed up in front of my door at Christmas." She hops off of the desk and goes over to a pile of clothes in the corner. She moves a couple of Jono's shirts, and holds the leather halter up. "Marie-Ange was right, it does hold up better against the bones. This has lasted since the solstice party back in June."

“That’s your mutation? Bones?”

“That's kinda icky," she commented, poking one with a finger. "But it makes sense that leather would hold up. Leather - skin that is, contains bones. At least in theory.”

"Yeah, pretty much. Sometimes they're sharp, sometimes they're not, and sometimes they crust over my body, and I get to try to work around them." She throws another dart at the board. "And they fucking hurt."

"That would suck massive goat balls," she proclaimed as if making an earth-shattering statement. “I've only used my power once. I don't like it." Clarice bites her lip, wondering if she said too much. She hasn't really spoken to anyone about hers since that day and no one at the school has asked.

“You mean being purple isn't all you can do?" Sarah says with a slight grin. She stands with her hands on her hips, her fingers in her back pockets.

“Heh, no.” Clarice flashed a wry grin before turning serious, “I can move places. I was fighting with my mom and passed out. Woke up at my dad’s with a headache and a bloody nose. That’s when they started trying to get rid of me. My step-monster and sisters were happy about they. They weren’t too happy with me getting blood on the carpet.”

Sarah raises her eyebrows curiously. "Sounds familiar. Start looking like a freak and suddenly you can go through eight foster families without even trying." She goes and takes her seat again on the desk. "So you're a teleporter? Kind of like Kurt?"

“Haven’t met Kurt, so I dunno. But I’ve been varying shades of purple since I was about 13 or so. Thankfully yearbook pictures are black and white. But I thought you said you went home for Christmas?” she copies Sarah and sits Indian style at the end of a bed.

Sarah nods, and runs a hand through her hair. "My mutation showed up at the very beginning. My birth parents put me up for adoption, and I went to a foster home. But once the bones started _breaking the skin, that was too much for them. So I went through something like seven or eight foster families in two years. After that, I ran away. Went to live on my own."

She stops for a minute, and thinks about how much she really wants to tell before continuing. "I wouldn't have lasted long on the streets of Manhattan by myself. Luckily, Callisto found me, and I went to live with the Morlocks in the tunnels below Manhattan. That's where I went Friday night."

“Are they still there?” she’d never heard of the Morlocks and had never thought about living in the sewers. That was just…gross. Grosser than the bones Sarah had growing out of her.
"Yeah. They're all dead though." Her voice is flat, and emotionless. She offers no details.

Even Clarice knows when to keep her mouth shut sometimes and change the subject, "So what do you do down here all the time? I'd get bored."

"The same thing I did when I lived up on second floor. I play darts, I write, and I sit around listening to music loud enough to deafen the rest of the school. Being down here just means I get a little space from everybody else."

“Well, anytime you want to deafen yourself with company, I’m up for it. I’m rooming with Rahne and Maire-Ange and both are nice, but they go to Mass every week. I’m pretty sure I can’t play most of my music with them around and I certainly can’t play it loudly. I keep having an urge to play ‘sodomy’ for them just to see their reactions though.”

Sarah laughs. "Yeah, it's kind of nice to have a roommate who's a lot like me. Besides the fact that I've put him off strip poker for life, Jono and I get along well down here.”

Standing, Clarice stretched, bending herself nearly in half backwards. “I need to get going, but I’ll see you around, right?”

"Right..." Sarah looks at Clarice with mild amusement at the seemingly random visit. "See ya."