Erik was in the lead up those steps as they creak and make horrible sounds. Glad they at least held them all up along the way up. Knowing if they busted things could get ugly and quickly. In fact it was getting ugly and quickly with the celling falling down around them. Shifting he moves to make a shield over them as best he could to shield from the falling derbies. Whatever metal he could find within reason (so not to take the building down any faster than it was already going down) was rapidly used to get them safely to the door. Why did the damn door seem so far away?! "Come on not much further to go!", he calls above a very, very loud rumble of thunder. Rain was leaking in from leaks the building already had in it.

The girl allows it and stays put in his arms. Looking up at him still rather quietly. Oh, she could talk thats for sure but for right now she was picking not to. Shifting only slightly she looks forward as more ceiling bits start to fall down in front of them some much larger than before.

Charles was grateful for Erik’s makeshift shield. He nearly slipped on the wet tile in their mad dash to the door but managed to keep his balance enough to hurtle them through the door. Outside he continued running, unable to regain his balance until he reached the Lucky Duck sign. Reaching out one hand he was able to brace himself and prevent both him and the girl from falling. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked down at the child in his arms. “Are you alright?” It was raining hard and he was already soaked through. It hadn't been pretty but at least they had made it out alive.

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Erik keeps the makeshift shied going making it bigger to hold off the rain when they they all got outside. He didn't care than if the building went dow when they where free. He skids and slips along as well a bit ungraceful in the weather and slick surfaces. He skids to a halt near Charles and the girl looking back hearing the house finally give way. Caving in on itself like a balloon that had been popped with a slow leak. "We got lucky...", he looks around for the taxi hoping it had stayed put.

The girl looks up at Charles and nods to him that she was alright. She was pretty wet too but it was at least cleaning some of the horrible filth off of her. She shifts and wraps herself around him as tightly as she could just in case he slipped again. It wasn't a good grip thats for sure but she was putting in a effort with what little strength she had at the moment.It didn't take to long ethier before she was shaking from the cold rain and getting wet.

“That’s good,” Charles said soothingly as the girl nodded and tightened her grip on them. “This is the Lucky Duck Orphanage after all,” Charles added with a chuckle, then feeling the girl shaking in his arms focused on business once more. “Now where’s that taxi…” he asked, looking out from underneath Erik’s crazy umbrella. Through the heavy downpour he was just able to make out the yellow streak of the taxi as it began to pull away. “Oh no you don’t,” Charles muttered, shifting the girl’s weight so he could raise a hand to his temple. Closing his eyes, he focuses on the mind of the taxi driver, willing him to turn around. It takes him a moment to concentrate but when he finally connects, the yellow car turns back and drives over the sidewalk to come to a halt just before them. “Did somebody call for a taxi?” he asks with a grin.

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Erik sighs, "We where LUCKY Charles. We all could have died in there. Next time know what you are getting into first to plan better." He runs a hand threw his soaked hair. He eyes the Taxi as it was leaving just about to do something with it when the taxi comes back. He looks back at the pair and shakes his head, "Only you Charles could stay so chipper in a damn storm." He starts off to the taxi glad it was there. "Come on we gotta get her warm and food and such....", though that wasn't his area of expertise. Heck, the girl didn't seem to want anything to do with him...not that he cared much.

Charles frowned at Erik’s comment. He should know from experience that he could only view people, not their surroundings, not unless he took control of them and looked out their eyes which would completely negate any secrecy they might hope to have before showing up. His friend was already stepping into the taxi though so he let it go, Erik was right, they needed to focus on the girl for now. He started to load the girl into the back of the taxi until he realized that she would most likely refuse to sit in the middle next to Erik.

With a sigh, he awkwardly turned around and sat back into the taxi and scooted over to the middle before depositing the girl in the window seat beside him. Leaning over her he closed the door and ensured that she was buckled before addressing the driver. “You may take us back now. Please stop at the first order out restaurant that you see.” With that he sat back against his seat with another sigh. He was cold, and wet, and he could see the driver wrinkling his nose at the smell and the mess. They would have to give a hefty tip when the time came. This would likely be the most expensive taxi ride of his life.

That aside, he looked over at the girl. “Will you tell us your name?” he asked, wishing he had a blanket or a bit of food to offer her.

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((I'm heading home from work now, it's a long commute so I probably won't be able to post again until about an hour from now.))

((NP! I will be here! I work from home so :).))

The girl looks up at Charles after looking around at everything. Even if she was rather dull at the moment she was at least fighting to stay a bit active. She was starting to loose the battle though. She shifts and was shaking still from the cold but was glad to be in some place not wet and cold. Pondering what seemed like forever she shrugs finally, "I don't think I ever had one unless you count things I was called."She shifts again in her seat not used to any of this and ends up against him closing her eyes lightly.

Erik looks over and knew how much this blasted taxi ride would cost. The smell alone was like death and all things foul. Even if the rain had washed some off them it still stunk. He shakes his head, "Than maybe you need a name now that you are free no?"

((Uuugggghhhh worst delays freaking ever on my subway line right now.))

((Oh dear thats not cool!))

((That’s cool. Just finally got home. Nearly took 2 hours!))

Charles stiffened slightly as the girl leaned against him and closed her eyes. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Why don’t you pick a name for yourself?” he asked, unsure if the girl was sleeping or if she had simply closed her eyes.

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((Geeze!))

She had actually fallen asleep on him for the moment. Burnt out and needing the rest thats for sure. Erik looks over, "See you got the look that people flock to. Exhibit A...." He looks back out the window at the pouring rain outside. "Will she even know what to call herself anyway?"

“I never saw myself as a particularly good looking individual,” Charles mused softly as he looked back down at the girl. “Probably not but we can help. Give some options and let her pick perhaps…” He carefully ran a hand through his wet hair so it wouldn’t drip in his eyes and looked over at Erik. He had missed this. The banter, the camaraderie…the way it simply felt to have Erik’s strong presence by his side. He’d be damned if he admitted it though and he was still uncertain about the path they were taking now. Would it lead him to another heartbreak? Would Erik leave him to fend for himself once more? Only the future would tell he supposed and that wasn’t something his powers could show him.

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((*meanwhile finds him painfully adorable lol*))

Erik quarks an eyebrow at that, "OH yes indeed. As long as it isn't something stupid. The others I am sure will brand her with a nickname too soon enough like everyone." He looks over and would not be staying. They both had thier own wants and needs in this world. However, at least Erik was willing to help him from time to time...that is IF Charles didn't get in his way of things he wanted. Of course he didn't want this pipsqueek for the Brotherhood she was weak and that just didn't go. Not in the LEAST!

((Oh yes, I definitely have a thing for McAvoy.))

“I’m sure you’re right,” Charles said with a smile. For some reason he could see the girl really hitting it off with Hank. “I wonder how the others will react to such a young one joining our ranks…” He had never taken on such a young student before and Charles was admittedly a bit uncomfortable about the idea but he wouldn’t turn his back on mutant in need.

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Erik shrugs, "They will ethier accept her or reject her. Or find her to be annoying since she is so young." He looks over to Charles. "You picked a hard one thats for sure."

“I suppose you’re right,” Charles said with a sigh. It was clear the Erik wasn’t happy with their new addition. He hadn’t picked her specifically, it was just that her signal was so strong and it her pain and anger compelled him to want to help her. He hadn’t been able to see how young she was through her strong emotions but even if he had he probably would have chosen her anyway. Developing mutant powers at a young age was very difficult, something he knew from experience.

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((Still trying to come up with an idea for my OC. I was actually going to do an illusionist but then it turns out your girl was. Ah well...))

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She shifts slightly against Charles staying fast asleep using him sorta like a pillow. If Charles and Erik hadn't saved her she would diffidently be dead now. Squashed under that house in the storm. Or starved to death...or something. It wasn't her fault she was so young...

Erik looks over at him, "I am right. Least on this one....ah here comes food I see." They where now pulling up to a cafe that did take out. He shifts and gets out to go and get the food having enough of the fluff in the car. Meaning the kid. Having forgotten to ask Charles if he wanted anything. But figured if he did he would be telling him via mind talk anyway.

Charles looked out the front window. Sure enough, the driver was pulling over. Before he could say anything, Erik hopped out of the car. He would simply have to trust that Erik chose something appropriate for the girl. I’ll take a coffee if you would… he said directly into Erik’s mind. With the stench in the car it was hard to have an appetite but the warm drink would do him some good.

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Erik nods and got it he wanted a coffee. He had NO idea what a little child would eat so he orders a few things off the menu. Along with some coffee for them both. His want for food was rather flat now as well because of the smell. Glad he was away from it for awhile thats for sure. He did hope when they got back someone stuck her in a tub right away and the clothing was thrown out or burned 400 feet away from the mansion.

Charles felt Erik confirm his request and laid his head back against the headrest to wait for him to return. He was tired… Now that they were back within the confines of civilization thousands of little thoughts and voices tried to needle their way into his head. It was tiring to constantly battle the onslaught of so many unwanted feelings. Things had been much easier before Erik came back. Overdosing on Hank’s concessions had been a simple cure for that. Enough of the injection and he didn’t have to hear them anymore. He has been doing his best to wean back however since Erik had shown up once again. It was a tough balance however. Too much and it dulled his powers to the point of nonexistence. Not enough and his legs wouldn’t work. It was problematic to say the least.

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Erik sits at the continuer waiting for thier order while people move WELL away from him and his stinky body. He runs a hand threw his hair and moves the now empty cup of coffee away from himself. Shifting he gets up when the bags where given to him and the to go cups. Paying he hurries out much to the approval of the others there. Dodging the rain he opens the taxis door and stuffs the bags in first than the cups too before himself. "Not a clue what to get her...", he shrugs. "She will eat something...if she does." He closed the door and puts his belt back on. Not really understanding Charles struggles as of late. Well a bit but...it was Erik after all.

Charles tapped a finger against his leg as he waited. He wasn’t normally an impatient person but he really wanted to get back so he could get out of his mucky clothes and take a shower. Eventually Erik returned with provisions. Charles took the bag and cups from him so he could sit down. Once the door closed behind him, the taxi started moving again. Charles held the bag of food in front of the girl, hoping that the smell of food would wake her up. “What did you get exactly?” he asked curiously as he wrapped his free hand around the cup of coffee that Erik had bought for him.

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((I think I finally decided on a power for my OC. No to figure out her personality and the rest...))

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"Um, this and that and some other things.", Erik shrugs sipping his coffee. "I think the most bland thing is some chicken noodle soup..." He looks over arching an eyebrow, "What do you want anything for yourself? I sure don't my stomach feels like a horse kicked it with this blasted smell...please wash her instantly and burn her clothing...something."

She blinks smelling the food and looks at the bag. Shifting off of Charles a bit she moves to poke threw it hungry indeed. Her stomach growls loudly complaining its been empty for far to long. She snags something in a carton that smelled good and starts wolfing down a burger. Which might not be the best choice at the moment...probably the soup would be the better one.

Charles simply shook his head and brought his coffee to his lips for a swig. He looked down when the girl beside him began to stir. “Hey, take it slow,” he cautioned, not wanting her to get sick.

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Erik looks over and arches an eyebrow slowly, "I would have to agree. Or your going to end up revisiting that food...." Thats all they needed was vomit and that smell to join in. He looks out the window again not wanting to watch if she did puke all over the place.

She blinks and looks up at Charles slowing down as best she could. She shifts a bit and offers him a french fry though of course he probably didn't want it and not only that her hands where a bit on the grimy side too.