Post by Adam Perry on Sept 14, 2011 18:57:50 GMT -6
Xavier Institute...this was Adam's home since his childhood, his parents loved everything it was doing for him. It wasn't long after that he became a member of the X-men, and spent a lot of his free time getting trained in the danger room when he wasn't studying or working on paperwork from his other classes. Out of all his teachers though, he always liked two in particular which were Storm as he called her on the team and Logan who went by Wolverine quite a bit. Once he had joined the team as one of the newest members, he wanted to prove he could be just as good as anyone else despite not being able to do something amazing like manipulating weather or healing from harsh injuries at an astonishing rate.
Perry loved his mutation, it made him human...but...much much more. Perry pulled into the Garage, and luckily he found a parking space there that wasn't taken, sliding the beautiful Black Kawasaki into the space before he turned the key, the motor dying a moment later. The bike itself was beautiful, the paint a lovely glossy black with red streaks going along the gas tank and going down the body. There were many painted bullet holes and what looked like tears in the metal that were painted on as well, with the words "Never Back Down" in bright red along the right side of the tank. It was his pride a joy, and he took care of it every single day by making sure everything ran properly, cleaning it, and various other things. Placing the Key into his Jacket pocket, he popped the kick stand down and stepped off from it before he removed his helmet and placed it upon the side.
"Ah...Home at last.", he said calmly before running his hand through his short hair, making sure it wasn't pressed down anymore due to the helmet before he started to head for the exit. It was then he heard something, though he wasn't quite sure what so since he was curious he called out, "Hello? Anyone home?"
Perry loved his mutation, it made him human...but...much much more. Perry pulled into the Garage, and luckily he found a parking space there that wasn't taken, sliding the beautiful Black Kawasaki into the space before he turned the key, the motor dying a moment later. The bike itself was beautiful, the paint a lovely glossy black with red streaks going along the gas tank and going down the body. There were many painted bullet holes and what looked like tears in the metal that were painted on as well, with the words "Never Back Down" in bright red along the right side of the tank. It was his pride a joy, and he took care of it every single day by making sure everything ran properly, cleaning it, and various other things. Placing the Key into his Jacket pocket, he popped the kick stand down and stepped off from it before he removed his helmet and placed it upon the side.
"Ah...Home at last.", he said calmly before running his hand through his short hair, making sure it wasn't pressed down anymore due to the helmet before he started to head for the exit. It was then he heard something, though he wasn't quite sure what so since he was curious he called out, "Hello? Anyone home?"
