by Derek Scott » Fri Oct 30, 2009 3:20 am
"Well, I'm never one to argue with doctors," Derek said as they approached the club. Now that they were out of the direct light from inside, it was readily apparent that he was a mutant. His skin was flecked with tiny spots of the crystal, which gave off a dark shimmer when hit by the half-light of the London evening. Derek flashed his ID to the guy at the door, who seemed to be growing used to foreign IDs because of the school, and waited for Kyra to do the same.