The sound of the powerful engine as it roared across the open roads of the desolate Canadian highway was one that seemed fitting for this landscape. Barren the sense that their were few Humans around to destroy the natural beauty of such a place with their petty desires for new cities and constant need to expand. No, Alex was quite pleased that this place had remained so pure for so long, and it was all the better that this 'school' was to be located in this neck of the woods. The Scotsmen had already decided long ago that if this place was to be located in some large city filled with arrogant kids on power-trips from their mutations he would be gone without a second thought. He wasn't out to join some Super Club of tomorrow's Hero's, nor was he out to get into a contest over who was strongest. Alex just wanted to know what the hell he was and how to control it. Pushing such thoughts out of his mind the man gripped the throttle and pushed the bike faster.

Swaying his body, the biker followed the turns and swerves of the road for another hour or so. The longer it took the more and more pleased he became; the idea of being in the middle of no where was one that he could get on board with. Then he finally saw it. Cresting a final hill, Alexander slowed the bike and finally stopped it all together. Flicking his foot out the kickstand seemed to react instantly as it's Master stood and dismounted. Stretching his back Alexander walked a ways down the road and peered out towards the castle. It was nestled neatly between a forest, a rather large lake and finally flanked by the mountains. Pulling his sunglasses from his face, because we all know Alex isn't the kind of guy to where a helmet when he is riding, the Scotsmen couldn't help but let out a whistle. "Not to bad for a handful of freaks living out in the woods..." Smiling to himself he simply shook his head.

Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, the man produced of pack of cigarettes of a simple lighter. As the flame burst to life and the toxic smoke of the cigarette rushed down his throat to fill his lungs, he couldn't help but let the sensation engulf him. If these things were to kill him then so be it, Alex would smoke in his damn sleep if only he could. Crossing his arms over his chest, leaving the cigarette dangling from his lips, he continued to stare out towards the school. He couldn't help but wonder where the hell this place had come from. With it's location and the sheer magnitude of it's splendor and beauty it seemed like it belonged more in a fairy tale then it did settled in the Canadian Outback. So just were the hell had it come from? Raising a hand he remove the cigarette, flicking the ash aside without even thinking so and exhaling. Surely they hadn't bought it, the whole point of being out here was to be unnoticed and that meant killing the precious owner. So where had it come from...?

Dropping the cigarette to the ground the man ground it out with the toe of his riding boot before walking back towards his bike. Placing his sunglasses back on he brought the machine roaring back to life. Choking the throttle a few times he took off like a bat out of hell down the road. There was only one way to get those hard to find answers in life, and that was the go at the problem head on. Hurdling down the road, the Scotsmen followed the many bends up the winding road, a sure sign he was following a mountain road which he already knew led to the castle from his scouting only moments before. Following these very paths for only a few more moments he traveled through the open gates of the massive estate. Slowing his bike he looked around and saw no one, though he wasn't surprised. It was a crisp and early autumn morning, the air cold and fog blanketed the grounds. The headlight of his bike only barely guided him to the bend of the castle which was were he assumed his vehicle went. So it was here he cut the engine and stepped from the bike, starring up at the castle from up close. Whoever owned this place meant business.

However, as he stood before the massive castle he found himself wondering how one went about announcing he was here. Unless they had an equally large doorbell to go with this place he was at a loss. He didn't dare simply roam their corridors out of fear for being mistaken as a trespasser or a Human who wished to kill one of them. So instead he simply leaned against his bike lighting up yet another of the cancerous cigarettes. You see, Alexander didn't have a complete grip on his powers yet, but he knew when he wanted something bad enough things tended to happen in his favor, which had gotten him out of trouble more then once. So as he lounged there waiting he knew sooner or later someone would show up, feeling drawn by a force they could not explain. Alex was not yet strong enough to force them to come to him, but his presence would be enough to entice the curiosity of another. And that was all it took. No, he wouldn't go unnoticed for long.

Though he wasn't sure if that was good or bad yet.

Taking another long drag off the smoldering cigarette the man heard the sudden shrieking of something. The sound was high pitched and sounded like that of an over-excited woman. Great. Turning his head lightly he looked out over the courtyard towards the frame moving towards him. Whoever it was they were younger then he, and that could only leave Alexander to assume they were a student of this place. Dropping the cigarette to the ground the Scotsmen pushed himself off the bike and stood up alittle straighter, he wasn't one for manners and other pointless rituals, but at a place like this when he had absolutely no idea what was going on in any sense of the world, he felt it was probably for the best to be on good behavio. Well, good by his standards atleast. Afterall, you couldn't expect Savage to suddenly become a perfect Angel.

As he watched the form move closer and closer to him, Alexander couldn't help but let that thin smile of his spread across his lips. It seemed like his earlier assesment of something was quite fitting of a discription for the boy that was to be his Greeter this fine morning. Well Alex had never been one to judge a book by its cover, he knew too much of the World and had seen too much of the destruction it was to be capable of to allow his mind to fall into such pathetic and shallow disarray. So instead the Scotsmen simply nodded his head lightly, eyed the book that the boy clung to so tightly, and spoke in words that were heavily laced by the accent of his homeland.

"Aye lad, I am af'er somethin' 'ere." Jutting a single finger towards the massive castle that stood before them both, a silent and powerful showing of power and wealth, he spoke yet again. "I need to fin' the boss o' this place. Gotta have a wor' with 'em." Smiling broadly again he wondered if the boy got any of that. Alexander was fully aware that when he let his accent rage true and powerful that it was hard for most to understand, though that simply made it all the more fun for the man. And if this boy didn't get what he was saying? Oh well, they both would come across bigger problems in their life then to let something as small as this get in their way. Grinning again the Scotsmen leaned back against the motorcycle and sighed. He couldn't help but wonder just who it was he would be meeting here, and secretly he found himself praying they would get along. He needed answers, and being a dick wasn't always the best way to get them.

Cocking a single brow as he watched the bow slide the cigarette between his brightly colored lips, Alexander couldn't help but allow himself the smallest of laughs before shaking his head. "Cute 'ow kids s'ill smoke, eve' in a place like this." Alex knew it had always been big for High-schoolers to smoke, whether it was to make them look mean and tough, or to make them look like they cared nothing for society and would do what they wanted; whatever the reason they always seemed foolish in the end. After all, Alexander knew he smoked at this point simply because he was addicted and it had become a habit, a natural way of controlling stress and fear. Without those little cancerous sticks he wouldn't be half the fearless jackass he was now, then again without those things he might have been very different in general. Oh well, who has time to ponder the what ifs in life anymore?

Then he saw a second, equally oddly dressed child approach him. Crossing his arms over his chest, the Scotsmen turned his head to the side as he studied the pair of them. "Qui'e the d'ess code ya got 'ere." Smiling lightly he couldn't help but let his eyes drift to the smaller of the duo, the one who seemed scared to even look upon Alex. Now the Scotsmen knew he wasn't the prettiest guy around, and sure he was aware that he was abit rough around the edges, but come on! Full blown fear. That was just low. Taking a step towards Damon the man let his gaze become hard simply to scare him. Those green eyes of his seemed to blaze for the briefest of moments before Alex softened them and let out a loud laugh. Reaching into his pocket he produced the keys to his prized bike, and throwing them to Damon, spun around walking towards the Castle. "Ta'e care o' that fo' me. No' a sin'le mark on 'er, or it's your 'ead." Laughing over his shoulder he left the boy to figure out if the Scotsmen was joking or not.

Then as he approached the large Oak Doors before him, they suddenly and from them emerged a hurried looking woman. She came towards the three of them with a sense of determination and power that some could have found almost over-powering, Alex just found it amusing. Narrowing his eyes he watched as she suddenly jumped down the throats of his two entertainers so to speak, verbally assaulting them quicker then Alex could have assumed she would have wanted. Grinning he watched the cigarette being torn from the mouth of Pinky and the jacket thrown over Slave Boy. Interesting. Cocking a single brow he watched it closer, the way they were suddenly cared for. Was she trying to impress him with the facade of a protective and caring Headmistress, or was she worried about what he would think of such an audience? Locking away such thoughts for later the man simply waited for his turn to be under fire, and quite suddenly it came. Quite demanding in nature, as well.

'Who? Lit'le ol' me? Why I'm jus' a frien'ly face lookin' for somewhere safer 'n the res' to call 'ome." Shrugging his shoulders he starred back into the eyes of the woman who barked such orders from him. It wasn't in a form of challenging her authority, nor was it a warning not to mess with him; he was simply showing her he wasn't another lost child in need of guidance. He knew it was safer in numbers then alone in a world like this, so he wanted protection here. It was a mutual deal, if they protected him then he would fight bloody hard to do the same right back. Sure, his powers were rather limited to serving his own selfish needs, but you try taking a punch from the Scotsmen when he was angry, and if that failed he was a helluva shot. Funny the things you pick up when you're a criminal. "T'at okay wit' you, Boss? Or shoul' I jus' kee' on ridin'?" His question was simple, his tone level.

Did she want him here or not? The choice was hers.

[XP you'd get these out of me a lot faster if your posts weren't so long. and sorry damon, i felt bad because this is Alex's only thread.]

Was Rachel being overly controlling and out of line? Of course she was. She knew it. She and Iris had explicitly decided when they agreed to come here and run a school, as it were, that it would not be one instilled with a bunch of rules and regulations. They were a community, not a prison or boarding school. Having decided that they were not going to put their own beliefs and standards on others, and usually abiding by that, it was probably a bit of a surprise to the familiar fellows to be approached as such. Edd could have been smoking in the halls for all she usually cared. Of course, out of common courtesy to others, most smoked outside, but there were definitely some who did not abide by this. The new gentlemen, what a laugh, seemed as though he would be another one of those. Every bit of him made Rachel want to send him on his way.

But she felt compelled to offer him refuge. That was what this place was about. And mercy knew that there were a number of people there that did not exactly make her life easier. Each one carried their baggage, some more than others, and it was soon forming up to be much like normal society, for all its good and bad parts. They just had one added little bonus to deal with. And if this guy truly had some unusual attribute, then of course they would share their asylum. Though this guy really seemed like the type who would have gotten just as much ridicule as before, and subsequently, hardly seemed the type who felt compelled to be somewhere “safe”. Surely he could hold his own? His demeanor did not seem to need anyone or anything. So why seek them out? Perhaps his abilities were getting the best of him, and were out of control. Rachel knew what that was like, more than she’d prefer to admit to.

Still, he showed an enormous amount of physical and mental constraint. He seemed so sure of himself, so confident. Well… he was hardly a child, after all. Rachel fought her easing attitude. There was still a sense that she should be on her guard. It could be dangerous getting comfortable with a guy like him. Dangerous. That was it. He was dangerous. Perhaps he wasn’t there to hurt any of them, but she knew, just the same, that that word wrapped him up. The unsettling thing was, she wasn’t worried for the rest. It did not even cross her mind that he would hurt the likes of Edd or Damon. Well, Damon she did not really have to worry about anyway. No. She was worried for herself. That deep Scottish growl penetrated her to the very core.

Rachel could only stare at him for a moment, truly debating whether she wanted him there or not. She knew his personality. He belonged to no one, and no belonged to him. He’d never fit in, not even with a band of misfits. But that wasn’t her worry, now was it? She doubted he’d ever have a problem leaving, whether told to, or on his own account. So no matter her decision, she knew it would never be hard to get him to leave. So the decision she had to make was if she was willing to risk a chance of not wanting to see him to go. Now was would be the easiest time to tell him to move on. But inevitably, that wasn’t her choice. He had sought them out, but if they turned him away, they would eventually have to seek him out. Trying to harden herself against him, she decided he wasn’t worth that trouble.

“Well, that’s debatable.” She said vaguely, before turning to Edd with a quizzical expression on her face. “Edd… do you know how to ride a motorcycle?” In all honesty, she’d be surprised if he could. Every bit of her conveyed this, from her tone, to her expression. Though she would not discriminate him in her treatment, the inevitable discrimination in her mind was made because of his personality and dress. He was so feminine, that she wondered if she wouldn’t have dealt with taking the motorcycle around to the garage easier. Either way, she was fairly sure that her question of Edd would convey that she was letting him stay.