Log: Inez meets Garrison

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Garrison stops by the new girl's room to make friends. They do, kinda.



The cap spun sideways as it flew through the air, the New York Mets symbol rotating, flashing in and out of view until it finally stopped, coming to a rest on the bed right beside where Inez was sitting. In the doorway of her room, a tall, powerfully built man leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, and a half grin slashing white across his brown beard. He indicated the hat with a nod of his head.

"You didn't make it yesterday, so I got you a souvenir, eh." He said good-naturedly, his accent not thick but obviously Canadian. "I'm Garrison Kane."

Inez just looked at the hat as if Garrison had just flung a cow pie onto her bed. "New York," she drawled, "Great. Thank you, Garrison Kane, whatever would I have done without a baseball cap? Now I feel right at home." The sarcasm was thick in her voice as she looked back down at the magazine she'd been reading. "So am I in trouble or something?"

"No. That was, as the saying goes, supposed to be a friendly gesture. If it had been unfriendly, I would have made it a Yankee's hat. Or an A-Rod jersey, and then small children would have followed you around making fun of your post-season batting average." Kane shrugged. "New student to the school, no matter how short your stay might be, means trying to make it at least pleasent for now."

"Okay," Inez said, picking up the cap and put it on her dresser. "What are you, like a guidance counselor here or something? Or is this one of those creepy kind of friendly gestures?"

"You're quite a pretty young woman, but no. My tastes are more for the college aged, and besides, I have a girlfriend. Marie. You might have met her? Short, white streak in her hair, can benchpress a full cement truck? Really not the person to cheat on if you like having all of your limbs in the same state." Kane said humourously. "I actually do a bit of subsituite teaching here at the school, and I also pitch in on advanced self-defense classes and some powers training. I'm told we have very much the same abilities."

Inez restrained most of a laugh and looked Garrison Kane up and down. He didn't look like the kind of person she assumed would have strength like hers, but most people looking at her wouldn't have guessed her power either. "So you're strong too?" she asked. "And advanced self-defense? What's so advanced about it? Someone messes with me, it's a two-hit fight. I hit them, they hit the floor, fight's over."

"Not all of us, I'm afraid. I do the advanced self-defense for people who ask. More likely, it'll be different exercises on controlling and checking your strength in various situations, that sort of thing. Also help figure out exactly what you can endure and up to what level. Usually a lot less painful than guessing about it." He said.

"Oh, that's right," Inez rolled her eyes and flopped backwards onto her bed. "I'm a menace to society. A monster in the making, if you ask dear Uncle Bernard. Fucker."

"Well, really I was talking about things like it being helpful to know whether or not you can take being hit by a car before that car comes down the street." Kane shook his head. "This place has seen actual monsters, Inez, and oddly enough, none of them turned out to be seventeen year old girls. Look, I'm not pretending to know what you might or might not have gone through before you got here, but people in this place will bend over backwards to try and help you. So, even if you get out of here by next week, you might as well take advantage of it while you're here."

Inez thought about that for a while and gave a noncommital shrug. "Yeah, alright,"she mumbled. "Might as well."

"And that's the enthusiasm we all like to see." Kane grinned and reached into his pocket. "Look, I'm usually down in New York most of the week at the office, but I've got a pretty good idea what it's like to suddenly have to adjust to this madhouse. So, if you need to talk or escape for even an afternoon, give me a yell." He passed over his card.

"Yeah, okay," Inez replied, taking the card without looking at it. "Doesn't seem too mad so far, though."

"Heh... just wait until you start hearing some of the stories. When they bring up demon invasions, they're not really kidding." Kane grinned and stuck out his hand. "Welcome to Xavier's, Inez. I hope you'll survive the experience." He said, teasingly.

Inez shook his hand, then watched him go. He wasn't so bad, she figured. She reached for his card and took a glance at it - then stopped at the embossed letters: F.B.I.

"Oh shit," she drawled, "I knew it was too good to be true!"