Whose to Say Where One Should Be?

[Priya Kaur]

Priya smiled to herself as she entered the student lounge. There were a few students there already, enough to notice her, and Priya did so love to be noticed. True, she hadn't dressed in quite the eye-catching ensemble she might under different circumstances, preferring instead to opt for an outfit that was quite casual for her: skin-tight designer jeans and a designer top that flowed about her tanned skin. Of course, she still glided as she entered, looking about.

At first, she sort of wandered aimlessly, as if she didn't have a care in the world (which she thought to e fairly close to accurate). After a little wandering, however, she began quite purposefully looking at various bits of the student lounge, taking extreme interest in things that simply shouldn't be that interesting. Said interest appeared to involve quite a lot of bending over for some reason.

After a bit, Priya actually elected to turn and look at the crowd. "Excuse me," she said, raising a hand to try and catch some more attention. "I seem to be a little lost. Is this the... student lounge?" she pointed around, acting as if the extreme amount of students hovering about the room weren't nearly answer enough for her particular question. She just needed a victim... after all, things had gotten so tiresome and cliche lately.

[Ellen Banks]

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair...”

There was one good thing about her extended visit to Vermont’s best medical facilities for Ellen Banks and that was the abundance of Free time it seemed to give her. Ellen was a famed busy body in the school, joining several clubs and instantly taking “Leadership” of those clubs even if the other liked it or not. How many times has she tried to undercut Erika Bellefonte authority as captain of the cheer leaders? Needless to say that Ellen got a lot of warnings from the captain as a result.

But even since she was forced away from the school and into a hospital bed, she found she had a lot of free time on her head that she mostly filled with catching up with her reading and ever since she got out it had become something of a habit of hers that she continued on from her return to the school, she found it restful to do and almost calming in a way.

She was currently curled up on the sofa’s with her scarf wrapped around her neck her focus totally on the first chapter of the David Copperfield (One of the many books that has been on her list for quite some time.

That focus however was disturbed momentarily by the presence of the woman wander across the room aimlessly. She peaked over the top of her book trying to roll her eyes about how clueless she seemed to be looking lost, she would have thought it was obvious where exactly she was. but she supposed if she truly was lost then she might as well do her part.. “Yes it is” Ellen stated simply turning her attention back to her book turning a page,already forgetting about the girl

[Priya Kaur]

The voice drew Priya's attention, and she turned, looking down at the girl. She didn't particularly like being ignored, and it certainly seemed as though the girl was doing just that. Easy enough to tweak something like that: just slide a bit of curiosity into the mix. most people were naturally curious, after all.

"Oh, you'll have to excuse me," Priya nearly tittered. She walked toward the girl. "I'm one of the visiting internationals, and I just can't seem to find my way around here. Your school is just so much more... established then mine. Makes navigation difficult," meaning mostly that one of the first things Priya had done upon becoming Director was to revamp everything to make her Center wholly modern, wanting to push it into the modern age.

"I'm Priya, by the way," she said, smiling her winning smile. "Priya Kaur, director of the Ishavaras Development Center. I don't believe we've been introduced."

[Ellen Banks]

An international vistor, … Ellen looked up away from her book and towards the older woman, David Copperfield momentarily forgotten, she of course knew that their were many people from different walks of life all around the school yet this was the first official she has ever had an encounter with. Which is somewhat surprising in her eyes. After all, Ellen spoke several languages fluently and being a member of the student council she would have imagined she would have been used as some kind of translator between students who didn’t exactly have the best grasp on English. But then again she supposed that in the headmistresses mind, involving Ellen in any real way was akin to giving a shark a machine gun. That was the bad thing about having two people that knew Ellen so well in such high positions she was pretty much blacked balled from most things.

One could wonder why….

But she supposed she had a role to play, after all she didn’t want to give Priya a bad impression of the school she maybe she was needed to be on her best behaviour around the international officers. Not that, that was she particularly begrudging that, she always did have a keen interest in other cultures and other ways of life, so if nothing else conversing with this people should be interesting

“I hear you do good work over there.” She nodded back fully into diplomatic mood “I’ve been to India once before when I was ten it’s a beautiful country. I’m Ellen, Ellen Banks”

This of course lead to another question, would she be aware of who Ellen and Ellen’s family were? She supposed there was a possibility that her reputation proceeded her

[Priya Kaur]

The girl looked pretty, almost angelic in appearance. Not quite as appealing as, say some of the others at this school: Priya's mind went to Oneyka immediately, though she supposed it was all a matter of taste. But pretty enough to be noticeable, so why weren't people here noticing her?

The compliment had Priya nodding and smiling, thoroughly pleased to have her country praised to a degree, even if in a general manner. The name, however, had her eyebrows raised. Of course Priya recognized it immediately: she'd done her homework. The Bankses were an extremely influential family, known even in Priya's corner of the world. They, along with the Coxes and the Paiges, were perhaps the only families that could rival the Bellefontes in influence, and even then, they easily trumped their rivals. In the game of houses, the Banks family only had second because of the Bellefonte's good fortune... and possibly because of Elsa Bellefonte.

"Banks... Banks..." repeated Priya, tapping her lip with a finger. "I know that---no, surely not," she looked to the girl, running her eyes along it. "You wouldn't happen to Phillip's daughter, would you?" she tilted her head. "You certainly don't look like him. Unless he really did make a deal with the Devil, then that would explain why he ended up with such a beautiful child," and Priya smiled, all while extending her emotional radius. Just how did Ellen feel about being complimented? She seemed mostly distracted now, but how would she feel with a little more knowledge?

And how would Priya be able to woo her into a bed?

[Ellen Banks]

Up until a few months or so Ellen wore her last name more less like a badge of honour simply because of their reputation. True they didn’t have all the advantages of the Bellefonte clan with their rich and well documented family life and they weren’t the richest either (Obviously that went to the Bellefonte’s with the Cox’s and the Banks fighting it out for second place) They didn’t inherit any kind of wealth her father was as poor as they came growing up. So they prided themselves from getting the reputation they did through preference, determination and hardwork over the years (and of course the occasional bending of the rules)

She didn’t expect the family name to reach the likes of Miss Kaur but she was sure that her father would be over joyed that it was so.

Ellen tilted her head and nodded once confirming that she was indeed her fathers daughter shrugging her shoulders “It’s the hair” Ellen explained curling a finger around a stray blond lock “You can always tell a Bank thanks to our distinctive hair colour” Which was nothing if not true. She had yet to see anyone in Vermont have brighter hair then the Banks family. It’ll be very easy to pick them out in a crowd.

As always when she was complimented on her looks a bashful smirk lifted her face as she tried to hide her blushes. Ellen Banks if she had an interest in such things would be quite the poker player as she was in expert in keeping her feelings to herself. After all, for years keeping calm and collected under most situations but she had one crack in her mental walls and that was the enjoyment she got from being told she looked pretty. At this put she couldn’t hold back the reaction even if she wanted to. It was pretty much instinctive at this point “If you met my father you would know that it’s entirely possible that he made a deal with the devil at some point. He probably has him on speed dial ” Ellen said with a bitter smirk “I’m afraid you’ve caught me in the middle of me trying to catch up on my reading." Ellen said holding up the book David Copperfield. Do you know it?

[Priya Kaur]

"Ah, the hair, i should've known," said Priya, smiling slightly. There did seem to be a distinctive gold coloring there, and Priya was tempted to make another comment. Except the girl continued speaking, proving to be quite charming. Though she did seem to glow a little at the compliment. Ah, so another one of those that were perfectly calm and collected until you started stroking them.

"I don't know if I've ever had the pleasure of meeting him, no," said Priya. She slid down to sit near Ellen, folding her legs like a proper lady. "And I have read that," she said, pointing. "While Dickens does happen to be simply loaded with saccharine tripe, I did appreciate the idea of someone pulling themself up by their own will," she nodded. "I like to think that I did that myself with my Center, though of course I did have some advantages," she gestured toward herself, then nodded.

"Though it is rather strange that such a beauty as yourself would be sitting here reading. Or perhaps your mind is even more striking then your appearance? If so, then it must be one of the most appealing minds I've ever encountered," she raised her brows, practically purring the last few words, still wanting to read Ellen's emotions a little more before she started playing around in there.

[Ellen Banks]

It was good to see that the old Banks charm was strong as ever

Ellen would admit, she had a soft spot for being complimented on her looks but her feature she was most proud of was her intellect. Any old blond bimbo can use her pretty face to get what they wanted. But it took a special person to refine their wit in anyway she could. It was The Banks in her, it was like they were born with instinctive sense of cunning and Ellen liked to think over the years she had lived up to that standard nicely, she didn’t make idle threats like some people she could have cared to mention. She made a claim and one way or another finds a way to back it up as any good Bank did. And she liked to think she had regularly proved it. (Despite recent events) that she was one of the schools finest. She regularly did fantastic in tests and yess, she was known for years to inspire fear in students thanks to her influence and her ruthlessness (Even though most of that influence fell by the way side but she still reclaimed a small amount of it)

She didn’t want to mention this out loud because she didn’t particularly want to rub yet another person the wrong way but she was rather hoping that she could read her book in some amount of peace, for the past few months Ellen’s life has been hectic that it was rare she had a rare peaceful moment. If this was a student Ellen would have no hesitation in telling her where to go but she always tried to keep a civil tongue against those in authority positions, especially teachers besides she didn’t need the fact that she was rude to one of the international officers.

Not that Pier has given her any cause to be annoyed, she seemed like a perfectly pleasant woman and more then a little educated and despite herself she often gravitated to those that seemed impressed, What could she say? She was a show off at heart, “it's rare that I get an opportunity to discuss literature with someone here. even though I would like to reserve judgement unitl I actually read it” Ellen nodded thinking when was the last time she had a discussion like this? She hardly doubted she would have a educated discussion on English literature with Frank Cox…Even attempting to was the height of insanity. “I like to keep myself as well informed as possible I guess you can call me something of a perfectionist”

[Priya Kaur]

Ah, pleasure at the flattery. The girl expected it, but she also fed upon it, almost like Priya herself. Well, at least that would be an easy enough emotion to manipulate. Plus, girls that were so pleased at flattery were ever so easy to take into the bed, and it would be such a delight to add the Banks girl to Priya's ever growing list of lovers.

"Well, it's certainly worth reading, at the very least," agreed Priya, nodding to the book. She then let out a little laugh at the comment about perfectionist. Priya leaned over, placing a hand on Ellen's leg. There would probably be a moment of discomfort at this, either that or a little thrill. Priya knew how to work both: discomfort became curiosity and self doubt: why am I so jumpy at being touched? has it been so long; thrill would be oh, is she interested? she's so beautiful. Each with their own little tweaks, though Priya threaded just a hint of desire in there, mostly to see how the girl reacted.

"Perfectionist is a nasty term that people use to describe those that understand that there is always a better to our best," replied Priya, nodding. She gave Ellen's leg a squeeze, leaning in to talk directly at the girl. "Never let someone drag you down, Miss Banks. Your standards are simply higher then the rest of the masses: let them grovel at our feet. We know that we're the ones who will be the winners at the end. Trust me."

[Ellen Banks]

Recently Ellen has slowly been undergoing something of a metamorphosis, fro the first time questioning ideas and facts that she held as strong as concrete were slowly crumbling and she had taken small steps away from those type of actions and that kind of attitude.

But with people like Elena and now Miss Priya Kaur taking an interest in her , she was in easily in danger of regressing…

This was a refreshing change of pace for Ellen, normally her conversations in the school revolved around people making snide comments towards her or whatever the hell the mental journeys through the mind of insanity that was Frank Cox. The range of conversations could ping pong between literally anything and all of them made Ellen roll her eyes. But now it was a breath of fresh air to actually talk with someone who had much interest in literature as she did. Clearly being an educated woman.

Ellen raised an eyebrow when Priya saw fit to rest her hand against her leg, not exactly expecting her sudden show of closeness can’t helping but to shift somewhat in her shift not exactly used to or wanting physical contact. –how many clues has she given Frank that she REALLY didn’t need to hug her or in fact touch her in any way?- but that was only for a moment before she began to rationalize the hand on her leg. There wasn’t any need to think too deeply about it. She could have just been someone who enjoy touching people while she spoke. This was her way of being friendly.

Besides, her warm hand resting against her cold leg did feel nice…

Her words, were more then a little appealing to Ellen’s mind, she clearly was a woman who thought on the same wavelength as her. What did Ellen do if not constantly try to push herself everyday? To be better then the day before? She strived to be the best and in order to achieve that she needed to be in constant competition as herself. Higher then the masses…Groveling…winners, she certainly knew how to make such things attractive to Ellen didn’t she? That was the mind set Ellen had for years and Priya seemed to share that. Ellen shifted in her seat just a little straighter in her chair Priya more or less gotten her full attention “I couldn’t have put it better myself. At times other people hinder me but I like to see those road blocks as challenges, as I’m sure you do, but..I have ways of dealing with them” Ellen said keeping her face as straight as possible “…I like to think I'm one of the rare breed that can claim to be a winner without seeming arrogant

[Priya Kaur]

Ah, at least Ellen now gave her the full attention. Her curiosity had been piqued, and curiosity was always an easy thing to twist into desire. Just what would that woman's lips taste like? Just how would her touch feel? How would her skin be in my mind? Priya gave Ellen's thigh one last squeeze, sending one quite strong burst of lust at the precise connection before pulling back.

"Why, my dear, you certainly look and speak like someone who plays the game quite well," replied Priya, practically purring. She nodded toward Ellen, her plump lips moving into a pleasant smile. "Those who face life head on are those that are likely to get the most from it. I've used that strategy myself and, well," she  gestured at herself. "It's the people like us who end up on top at the end, my dear Miss Banks, and I do so like being..." she leaned forward, absently playing with Ellen's hair for a moment before lowering her hand, "on top."

And Priya smiled warmly.

[Ellen Banks]

She had time to look at the hand on her thigh and register the squeeze before Suddenly like she was hit by a wreaking ball and was seized by the desire to leap forward and have her way with Priya right there and then. She couldn’t help but feel her breath becoming hitched as she gazed at Priya her beautiful eyes….her honey kissed skin, the way she smiled at her. Her heart went pitter-patter as her mind wandered her thoughts full of images of what she might looked like derobed…her curves. What the feeling of having Priya’s legs wrapped around her must feel. What it was like to dot kisses on such smooth and perfect skin was like.

She was aware that Priya was speaking to her but Ellen was distracted from staring at those perfect cushiony lips. Rich and beautiful as her face, she felt like she should be in a museum that Ellen could stare at all day and night admiring her beauty. Perfect that was the only word she could use to describe her…

Her focus was elsewhere but her voice had just a velvety quality to it that was just pleasant to Ellen’s ears she didn’t even notice that she had stopped talking for a brief moment before Ellen stopped undressing her with her eyes. “Sorry…” She said trying to keep an even voice “I was…distracted”

She couldn’t help but to blush when Pyier began to play with her hair. She always did enjoy that sensation, but just then the book that laid forgotten beside Ellen fell down to the ground with a loud thump momentarily bringing Ellen back to her senses as she began to cough in embarrassment shaking her head back and forward trying to clear those mental images out of her head “I…I should probably go…I think I have a class soon

[Priya Kaur]

Just how many of the students here were sexually repressed? Nearly all of them looked quite impressive, easily impressive enough to win attention and affection. So why did nearly all of them start squirming and writhing the moment Priya got close enough to touch? Oh well, she didn't see any reason to dwell upon it overmuch: it just made her task here all the easier to accomplish in the end.

"There is quite a lot to distract here," agreed Priya, nodding. Yet she didn't look away from Ellen, despite knowing that the room held several on its own. Teenage mutants would use their powers left alone, and it did seem that this school didn't have too strict a handle on that sort of behavior, which just struck Priya as something else that she'd change in time. It didn't seem as though Ellen engaged in that sort of behavior at all.

In point of fact, poor Ellen seemed woefully uncomfortable. Priya pouted, tilting her head. "Surely you don't have to go right this moment? I'm a high ranking visiting dignitary, and I could so use someone to show me around. Why, there's so much here I haven't seen yet," Priya gestured around her with a hand. "I didn't even know where I was until you told me. Clearly I am in desperate need of your help, Miss Banks," Priya batted her eyelashes and looked to the younger woman. "Don't you want to help me?"

[Ellen Banks]

What was she doing? Gawping at this woman in such a way. She must have looked quite a sight. Get a grip on yourself Ellen. She thought to herself, trying to shake the mental images out her head. She was supposed to be able to conduct herself with some of dignity. Not that Ellen was sexually inexperienced, had a perfectly healthy sex life, if anyone caught her eye. She simply took them. That simple. One of the many joys of being a hypnotist. She hypnotized them, brought her back to her room and had her way with them (Of course Priya wouldn’t know anything about that…) She just wasn’t used to getting that sudden hit of lust so quickly. Who was? Who possibly could prepare for 0 to ready to pounce on someone and rip there clothes off right there and then, not caring who they were. (Even though Ellen had a thing for gentleman who were already spoken for. Forbidden fruit)

Besides Priya may be stunning, but she highly doubted that the Bellefonte’s would do anything less then kick her out of the school if they even thought that she was using her powers on International official.

“That was a rare lapse in focus for me. I usually make it a point not to get distracted like that” Ellen said by way of apology. Not liking the unfamiliar sensation of being put on the backfoot in the least. She preferred being in control at all times, and she had the distinct feeling that she wasn’t… As such her guard was going up

Priya logic was sound however, Ellen noted as she gave her watch a glance. It was true that she did have more then enough time to show Priya around, she had always tried to be the first one to arrive at a class, what could she say? She was a busy body and she didn’t pretend to be anything else “I always arrive a little early for class.... I’ve never been late in my life and I don’t intend on starting now…”

She was enjoying conversing with Priya and maybe being in the good books of international officer wasn’t exactly a bad thing, plus it did seem like she need help so why doesn’t she make this her good deed for today “Well, I suppose I have some time I can kill, before class I mean” Ellen nodded tossing her hair over her shoulder as she stood up, she considered herself more then up to the task of giving her a tour. Who else besides the Bellefonte’s knew this old place like her. She should be gracteful that she ran into Ellen and not Frank Cox that would have been a tour of quite a different nature “I like to think I know this place pretty well and if it stops you from losing your way again. Well, consider that my gift to you"

[Priya Kaur]

The poor girl did seem confused more then anything. Really, was everyone in this school sexually repressed? At this rate, Priya would never spend a night in her own room... well, at least not a night alone. Though she hid her reactions well, pasting the polite smile and the relaxed posture onto her face. Both suited her quite well, after all.

"You can always write it off," insisted Priya, waving a hand dismissively. "I do it for my students all the time. They certainly won't mind, especially if you're helping someone like myself," no modesty, no nothing there. In fact, most of the reason she so often did this for her students was, well, let's just say that Priya didn't behave too differently in her own school then here, except there the students couldn't resist her even if she didn't use her powers on them, which often made for such interesting encounters.

"Well, I do need to know all the best spots," replied Priya, nodding after Ellen's continuation. Admittedly, the woman had only paid so much attention ,mostly wrapped in her own thoughts and Ellen's emotions instead. "I'm certain that you could show me the things of most interest. For example," Priya leaned forward, whispering a little, making sure to send another quick thread of curiosity toward Ellen as she spoke, "where are the dorms? I am ever so interested to see how your arrangements are different from what the Institute provides."