Driving in....

[Onyx]

Rumbling, Roaring, Revving. All that could be heard as Jasper drove his big custom made bike through to the garages, his blonde hair billowing back a little and the black shades covering his icy eyes from view. Stopping nearer the back of the garage he smirked a little to himself before swinging his long leg over the end and dismounting. Looking around the room for a second before sighing and settling his pride and joy to stand while he looked out toward the school. "Was .... ein ..... Müllhaufen" ^{*what .... a ..... dump*} he muttered to himself with a small shake of his head.

Looking back inside he smirked devilishly as his bike, his pride and joy, his creation.. his only thing left to remind him of his father in years to come.

He ran his hands over the cool hard black metal and sighed, not being able to go on hour long drives every morning would upset him...being in school would upset him, but he needed to, his mother sent him here, and after what happened to his father he would do anything for that woman.

[Cyclops]

Looking up from the engine bay of his latest project, a rebuild of an early 70's Mach1, Cyclops wiped his hands with a rag. He walked over adjusting his ruby quartz sunglasses as he took in the amazing machine the young mutant rode in on.

"That's impressive, what was it- you know, before you converted it into that?" the Headmaster of the school asked waiting for the boy to shut down the engine.

[Onyx]

Jasper looked up through his dark glasses toward the man at the back of the room. Raising an eyebrow above the lense he turned his back on him and reached over to switch off the engine to his bike, which was contently purring before being cut short. Not properly having heard the man, Jasper looked a little confused, "Vhat?" he said, trying to think of some of the english words he knew from his very rare attendance of school.

He tiled his head to the side a bit but decided the man wasn't worth much attention from him and he turned away again, walking behing his bike and began adjusting the metal sheeting covering the entire edge of his bike, tightening screws and checking for any loose parts which would need attending to.

[Cyclops]

"I said 'Give me your keys'. " the Headmaster was not in the mood to put up with any phony punk attitude after the battle with the Brotherhood, and since he had co-written the rules of the school he knew a student had to be 17 years old to have a P.O.V. on campus.

Since the bike was already here there wasn't much he could do about the personally owned vehicle being on campus, but no one rides or drives until they're seventeen. Period. "No games, keys please. You must be Onyx- nice to meet you I'm Cyclops your Headmaster."

[Onyx]

"Vhy do you vhant my keys?" Jasper said with a short laugh as he continued looking for anything to do with his masterpiece. His bike was too precious for him to give the keys to anyone, not even his mother got to hold them. He never answered for a while again as he was trying to understand the man through his accent. not that it helped much. "I dont understand, i cannot translate." he mumbled in his strangely deep voice for being soon turning 17. "But i vill not give you these keys." he grumbled. Standing up and looking at the man. Not out of no respect, but of trying to understand what he had said.

[Cyclops]

"Oh, I'm sorry I thought you knew the rules. 18 years old in this state, seventeen with drivers education from here at the Institute. Not my rules- state of New York's, so lets have 'em and I'll walk you up to the mansion." Scott said hoping the boy understood. "So how was your trip?" he asked.

[Onyx]

"VHAT! in Germany it is 16! i have this bike since i vas 16! i MADE this bike!" he protested, looking at the man with a sort of defeated outrage. With a small sigh, he stood up and grumbled to himself in german, before walking over to the man holding out the keys to his bike. The large black keyring attatched weighing it down a little. "I vhant to know zat zey are in safe hands!" he wanred, looking out from behind the unpenitrable shades.
With a small shake of his head, Jasper sighed. "ze trip....it vas long, very long. but i slept through it, zo it vas ok" he mumbled, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

[Cyclops]

Scott held out his hand to accept the keys from the young man and said "It's impressive. Have you taken it on the Nurburgring yet?" He could see the boy hesitating to drop the keys and he said "If there is one thing I have it's respect for another man ride, so relax son- you can trust me. Tell me about your bike."

[Onyx]

Jasper didn't smile, but inside he smirked at the mention of the Nurburgring. His father had taken him to test drive the bike when he first started riding. "Ya, i vent zere vith my vater vhen i first finished building this bike. It took a long time. vhich is vhy i vant it to be safe!" he said, lowering his glasses slightly so his icy blue eyes could be seen.

"It vas just a pile of scrap parts, not professional. My vater und i made it since i vas 7 years" he said with a curt nod, pushing his glasses back up and moving away from the man to walk back to his bike and run his hands over it again. "Every day ve vould vork on it, righ up until he.....he vas killed, zo it means alot to me." he explained, saying nothing else but adding another nod.

[Cyclops]

"Well, you can trust that nothing will happen to it. I do need you to hand the keys over though. It's not that I don't trust you to stay off the streets, but it wouldn't be very responsible of me if I didn't take them from you."

((you still haven't written that you handed them over))

Cyclops listened to the story of the boys father and he building the bike together and a pang of envy shot through him, for having grown up without his own father he never had an oportunity to do anything like that. "I understand how important it is to you! Believe me, I wont let anyone bother it."

[Onyx]

Jasper sighed again and looked back toward the headmaster. "Catch!" he yelled, throwing the keys toward him and expecting him, to gravb them, there would be hell to pay if he didn't, and hopefully, the man knew it. "Zat is good, i am trusting you vith it, zo i expect it not to be even breathed on." he warned before turning to look out of the garage toward the school again. "Ein Müllhaufen, der diese ganze Schule ist" ^{*a dump, thats all this school is*} he mumbled again, running a hand lightly through his white blode hair and groaning.

[Cyclops]

Deftly and in one fluid motion he caught the keys and slid them in to the right front pocket of his jeans. Cyclops didn't speak much German, if any at all, but he didn't have to. He was the first student ever to come to Xavier's mansion and the first of Charles' mutant crusaders, the X-MEN. He saw the look and heard the boy's tone and the disgruntled mumble and groan.

Shaking his head slightly and with a wry smile he said "C'mon now, it wont be as bad as you think. I believe you are in the New Mutants team, and they are having a practice right now in the back of the mansion on the basketball court. I'll take you there and introduce you to your team leader, Shadowkat. Grab your bag and lets go."

He slapped the young man across the back as he led him out of the garage and up toward the mansion and his awaiting team.

((post in the team thread "Training"- they are waiting for you- I will introduce you))