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Post by Noriko Ashida on Mar 14, 2006 16:35:32 GMT -5
Laughing brightly the blue-haired mutant came bustling downstairs, dressed in a pair of hip-hugging cargo pants and a yellow shirt with the faded letters ‘X-Academy’ across the chest. Jogging through the common room she came to the kitchen, bumping into Professor Grey as she exited. A surprised cry of “Sumi masen!” (Excuse me!) spilled forth in her native language of Japanese. “Coffee still on?” she questioned walking into the kitchen before waiting for an answer. “If not I’ll make a fresh pot. Hey! Morning Professor Logan, who’s the new guy?” She thumbed in Shawn’s direction before holding out her own hand for a shake. “I’m Noriko, don’t let the hardware scare ya, it’s just so I don’t electrocute you.”
The girl was on a high-speed ramble, and clearly in no need for more stimuli. Quickly she’d made her way around the scruffy Headmaster collecting a mug and some of the caffeinated beverage. An elbow leaned against the island counter as she blew her breath across the scorching fluid. Tentatively she sipped, making a face of surprise at the still intolerable level of heat coming from the glass. “Did I hear right about the possible part-time job maintaining the greenhouse while Miss. Munroe is away? I could really use the extra cash if its still available; after the little incident at work when I broke that douchebag’s laptop… well lets just say it’s gonna take a little bit longer to pay back that loan to my boss.”
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Mar 14, 2006 17:27:11 GMT -5
. o O (You may call me Dr. Grey.) O o . She connected with the boy’s mind speaking directly to him before departing the room. Although intrusive, she hoped that him seeing mutant abilities being used in an everyday sense with ease and control might help him feel a bit more at home. It was always a bit overwhelming at first to see the variety of abilities each had to offer, As Charles often did when he ran the school, Jean found it easier to make a connection when a policy of honest was opened as to her own gifts. . o O (Glad to have you aboard.) o o .
Due to the mental contact with Mr. McCoy, Jean barely had time to register the intrusion from Surge. She smiled at the outburst of Japanese and offered her own apologies. “Pardon me Nori, I didn’t mean to step on your toes.” Gracefully Jean departed, her strides taking her to the secret elevator in Xavier’s office. Walking to the keypad she punched in a series of digits and then spoke into the speaker. “Authorization alpha one zero one three.” ~ Voice recognition verified ~ The panel slid open and she stepped inside; the lift descending her into the sub-levels of the mansion. With a hiss the doors opened and she walked the long path toward Cerebro.
The infrared laser read her cornea and she walked in. ~ Welcome Dr. Grey ~ An automated voice spoke over the loudspeaker. The redhead stood before the ominous helmet, and she smiled placing it over her head. A waft of campfire initially drew her mind’s eye, honing her in on the few fragments of a lead Charles had fed her. Unlike the poised Professor X, Jean needed to approach the use of Cerebro a little differently. Her empathic hold on humanity was the key that guided her toward the minds of mutants. It might manifest itself in a wisp of song, or a loose thread on someone’s sweater. Just a hint of what was lurking in their minds and then she had a fix.
The scent grew and along with it the pound of drums and the scream of animals. The wet smell of fresh hay, like a barn or some stables... Yes a barn door, fire, rage. Jean was looking though someone’s eyes, he was taking hold of a hose, his hands elderly and liver spotted. The hands withdrew as the faucet burned at his palm. Stumbling, falling… a Scramble to get to his feet as a horse broke loose its confines. Moving now… Jean sees a shadowed youth in the distance silhouetted in the barn door. His hands shutting it hard trapping the man Jean was connected with inside. It was then that she realized she was looking at the past, at this boy’s error in judgment and what his mind was fabricating while he dreamt.
She broke connection knowing exactly where they had to go to find him. Lights came up, She departed, returning to the main level. As she took a seat before her desk, Jean picked up the phone and dialed overseas to Scotland, where Charles was assisting Dr. Moira MacTaggert at the Muir Island Genetic Research Center. “Good evening Charles, I hope I didn’t catch you in the middle of dinner.” Jean confessed, realizing the time difference. “I wanted you to know that I’ve pinpointed the location of our subject to Browning, Montana. Yes, thank you for the heads up. I can only imagine how the media would have eaten up a story like this if it went public.- Yes, I will thank you.” She hung up and made her way upstairs to change and get ready for an impromptu flight.
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Shawn McCoy
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Post by Shawn McCoy on Mar 14, 2006 17:50:06 GMT -5
. o O (You may call me Dr. Grey.) O o . “Okay, sounds good.” He turned to her and smiled.
. o O (Glad to have you aboard.) o o . He stopped. Looking at her in confusion. Her lips hadn’t moved at all when she said that. Maybe he just imagined hearing that? Or was it someone else. No. He heard it just like the sentence before. Something about it was weird. It seemed louder then when she normally talked. Then it hit him. Her power wasn’t only to move things; she could actually talk to people through the mind. Could she read them too? He hoped not, he wasn’t sure if anything he thought about before was dirty or crude. He grew nervous. Watching Jean depart he was somewhat relieved. Now he didn’t have to think about what he was thinking. Thoughts raced through his mind. Would he have to do that all the time, could she tell when he… He stopped. He was overdoing it. She was simply showing him her talents and that was that. Although earlier he had thought she was hott, had she read that? Slowly his head lay down on the counter top and his hands reached up resting on the back of his neck.
Tired eyes darted to the bright blue hair. The over abundant joy of this girl was overwhelming. It was a good thing though. All the monotone was getting to him. It was good to get to see the hyper side of this academy. Though maybe the coffee wasn’t the best idea. He noticed she spoke another language. What it was he had no idea. He knew a little bit of Spanish, but just the minor stuff from high school. He wondered how many kids were actually here. So far he’d seen four but he highly doubted that was it. Not to mention teachers, though if all of them were blunt like headmaster Logan he was perfectly fine not meeting them. He was sure that Logan wasn’t entirely bad, but he needed to work on his first impressions. Cause he just came off as a dick.
“I’m Noriko, don’t let the hardware scare ya, it’s just so I don’t electrocute you.” Shawn leaned forward and greeted the outstretched hand. He smiled at her and took a shot. “Likewise Noriko,” he hoped he said that right, “I’m Shawn.” He let go of her hand and sat back down. The bag he carried in was still on the floor; the snow that lightly covered it had melted. Looking back at the group, he came in on her conversation. He laughed slightly at the face she made when she found out a simple blow wasn’t enough to cool down her beverage. Soon after he went back to being silent. He wasn’t one to talk. He didn’t know their stories, or their jokes. The simple conclusion was to just listen.
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Post by Mercury on Mar 14, 2006 20:10:16 GMT -5
After Penance had left, Mercury found herself finding it hard to fall asleep. So much was on her mind, so many things had happened lately and so many emotions were dodging through her form that she couldn't rest still. She tossed and turned and gave up on the whole idea of rest until about three am when she finally found sleep.
Drifting into her dreams was not a pleasent one, and it didn't last long. The sound of footsteps running begged her to wake up and opening her eyes she groggily sat up. Her roommate was gone, the sudden sound of a click from the door signaled she just left moments before. She rubbed her eyes gently and turned her form so her feet dangled off the side of the bed. Taking a moments breath, she sighed and let her silver gaze look at the alarm clock. Eight Thirty, god she was never up this early on a holiday. Letting her feet slide into a pair of baby blue flip flop slippers. She stood and stretched out her form. The tall and thin silver form caught the light that escaped into the room and reflected it back. Her hands crept up to fix her tank top and straighten it out, it was of a baby blue hue, her pj bottoms were long and slightly loose, very comfortable in fact and complimented the ensable with baby blue and white strips. Yawning gently she made her way from the room and down the stairs that led to the first floor.
She didn't want to enter the Rec Room, well at least not yet. Instead her mind was set on one praticular thing, a nice glass of milk and a blue berry muffin. She knew for a fact there was still a bit of them left from when they were bought. When she entered the kitchen she didn't smile to anyone, she didn't even notice anyone leaving or anyone in there. Her hand gently rubbed her abdomen underneath the top. Everything in the room that was near enough had its mirror image on display in her arms, her shoulders, her face. She walked right by Professor Logan and Colossus without a hint of acknowledgment. Even Noriko and some strange guy was there. She was deffidently not herself this morning, whether it was from the lack of sleep or the fact of everything that had happened recently she was unsure.
Opening the door to the fridge, she leaned in and grabbed for the milk carton. "Damn it...why do people always put it in the back behind everything." she grumbled a bit to herself lowly before her hand began to grow softer in texture. It became more liquid and within a moment the carton was being pulled up into the air over the small jars that were in front of them. Thank goodness for the large height in the fridge. When the carton was retreived she moved to the cupboard and grabbed a glass. Pouring the milky contents into the glass, it was not soon before they were replaced within the fridge in the front of everything and the door was shut. Her hand grabbed one of the few muffins left on a plate in the counter and she turned. Taking a bite before putting the glass to her lips and taking her sip. How refreshing.
You couldn't notice on account of her pupiless gaze that she never looked up but when she took a sip from her glass her gaze lifted, staring at each face one by one. From Logan to Colossus to Noriko and the New Guy. She was a bit shocked at seeing others in the kitchen and not having noticed them before. Red brows rose slowly and she gulped the contents down before placing the glass on the counter before her and bringing her hand up for a small wave. "Oh..Uh..Good Morning Everyone. Merry Christmas." Her voice was more shocked than jovial, her form slowly leaning against the counter as she slowly took another bite out of the muffin, trying not to be in the way of anyones conversations.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Mar 14, 2006 20:54:07 GMT -5
Wolverine traveled along the hallway of the mansion. Anyway you sliced it, it was a large place, even packed with the younger generations. But slowly it was becoming more like home again. Despite what had been, said or done in the past. There were two others in the kitchen, Jean and Piotr. “Jeanie, Piotr. Same to you.” That tension between them, he could still feel it. It was hard enough the fact of Jamie being there, but with Heather in close quarters. Hand rubbed the nape of his neck as he grabbed the coffee pot with the other. Pouring the dark liquid into both mugs then sliding one over to the new student.
“Keeping us on our toes, huh.” Logan lifted the coffee mug to his lips taking a long pull of the warm drink. Watching Jean, as she exited the kitchen. But he caught the glance from the new student. A lot of the teenaged boys gained a crush on the red head, it wasn’t hard to see why. Eyes looked back after Jean watching and the blue haired mutant burst into the room. Going on in her usually speedy fashion. Inspite of himself Logan smiled, then hid it with the mug once again. Not all the time were deleing with the kids bad. Sometimes they were actually quite amusing. For a moment he thought back to when Jubilee had joined the team. Following either him or the Cajun around like a puppy. Even then he didn’t quite understand how the teenaged brain worked. “So, what do you teach.?” “I teach the ah more physical stuff. More than likely you’ll see me every day for Danger Room exercises.”
Weight shifted as Nori rushed around him for the mug and coffee. Head shook slightly while he pushed away from the countertop. Stepping past the island he stopped looking back and Shawn. “Listen kid, why don’t you hang around down here for a bit while I get the room situation in order.” Pausing he watched Cessily move about, half ignoring the world around her. The girl seemed upset still. He left that stuff to Jean, she seemed to understand better, well more than he did at least. Pushing against the double door he was gone. Heading back to his office, once there he mentally reached out towards Jean once more. . o O ( So, what’s going on?) O o .
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Icarus
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Post by Icarus on Mar 14, 2006 21:13:20 GMT -5
Christmas was one of those times of year he loved. Like Thanksgiving. If it meant being with family, friends and those you cared about, Jay was all for it. Because of his wing span Jay usually slept either on his stomach or his side. Massive red bird extremities stretched with his arousal. Pushing himself up the mutant got ready. Then another two hour long conversation with his family the mutant was heading down to the sounds of laughter. A six string acoustic held within the grip of one of his hands. At least in his family it was tradition to sing Christmas songs. Simply figuring that some of the younger students might enjoy it as well.
Sneaker clad feet carried him easily down the stairs. Setting the guitar against the wall he briefly entered the kitchen with a bright “Morning” and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before heading back out. Picking up the guitar once more, musical mutant headed into the rec room, catching the faces of Jamie, Kevin and X. “Hey guys…” There were other sounds of laughter as some of the younger students noticed his arrival. He had a way with little kids. Setting what he had been holding down he put in an interest to the kids who’d gathered around him. What they got for Christmas, or what new toy they were playing with. Smiling he righted himself and took a seat on one of the chairs scooting up so the curve of his guitar could rest against his leg.
Fingers worked against the strings as he listened carefully that it was tuned. His bright eyes turned over the children then up to the others his age. Especially X. He was glad she’d stayed around. Strumming the guitar a few time he looked back down at some of the younger kids who’d taken a seat. “In my family on Christmas Day we always sing some songs…you guys want too?” If they did or didn’t, it wouldn’t matter he was still going to play. Angelic voice carried over the sounds of the guitar as he started to sing. First something soft and religious with “O holy night” then to something a little more fun with “Frosty the Snowman” Which he cleverly sang “Bobby the Iceman”.
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Shawn McCoy
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Post by Shawn McCoy on Mar 14, 2006 23:11:17 GMT -5
Soon there were others in the kitchen and Shawn got the feeling of claustrophobic. He wasn’t, just the amount of strangers made him want to get out. It was just one of the many ticks he had about him. It was getting hot in the kitchen. Too many bodies walking in, or maybe it was just his nerve at work. He shifted in his seat getting up slowly he pulled of his hoodie. Dropping it to his bag he fixed his shirt and looked back at Logan.
“I teach the ah more physical stuff. More than likely you’ll see me every day for Danger Room exercises.” “Ooo the Danger Room sounds like a bundle of fun!” He gave a sarcastic smirk to go along with his statement. “I personally can not wait to be in danger, big fan of that.” He stopped and looked down slightly. He let himself go. Said something stupid and it was back to how he was before. He let his guard down and came out the fool. He shrugged and looked back at the glace of Logan. “I had too much sugar today.” He laughed and pushed the coffee aside. He didn’t need anymore of the caffeine to run on.
“Listen kid, why don’t you hang around down here for a bit while I get the room situation in order.” “Yeah, no biggie.” He watched the headmaster walk off and he turned his back to the swinging kitchen doors. It was time he wondered around. It practically called for it. While the girl with the white eyes that gave him the chills chowed down on her muffin he walked out of the doors. This place was like a maze to him, and like all good puzzles he wanted to solve it. He smiled as he turned to the right and just started to walk.
He didn’t get far; he turned into an open room where a decorated tree illuminated the space. Wrapping paper still littered the floor. Presents, he hadn’t gotten any in years. His father wasn’t much for celebrating anything. Not if money was involved. Funny thing, Shawn never really cared about that. Like all those sappy credit card commercials said, “presents weren’t what Christmas was about, family was truly blah blah..” Crap really. I mean what was that to him. He didn’t have a “family” unless you call beating your son quality time. He looked at the tree and cursed under his breath. A chair that was a few feet away from the tree was where he sat. Staring at the lights and ornaments. The sparkle seemed to captivate him. Leaning back, his head found rest on back of the chair and he closed his eyes. Life was hell to him. He never opened up about it cause what would be the purpose? To show the world he was a charity case they needed to fix. So they could feel good about themselves. That’s probably why he was here. Just another complete failure waiting to be fixed. Made into something perfect. He smiled slightly.
“Damn, I’m depressing.”
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Magik
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Post by Magik on Mar 15, 2006 0:11:19 GMT -5
How long had it been? It was anyone’s guess. The strange darkness of limbo was all she’d known. Though well trained in sorcery. She couldn’t remember how she got there nor knew how to get out. She knew her name and her powers, faint memories of the past stuck with her, but nothing new of the world. Time passed differently there. Sometimes years passed in the blink of an eye, or dragged on forever. In great darkness she’d given in allowing the demonic side of her soul to reign free as she was made an apprentice to the sorcerer that held her, Belasco. It was in a struggle between herself and her darksoul that Illyana discovered she was a mutant. Why there had been something familiar about it puzzled her. Tired of Belasco using her for his own will and drawing power from her soul, Illyana formed her soulsword to gain a life of her own.
Then why did she have those dreams. Dreams of someone keeping her safe and warm. Calling her by a nickname she did not register. Blue eyes flashed open as images flooded her mind. Drawing the soulsword she focused her mind. The disks of energy she learned to create when she was younger formed neath her boots. Long lashes closed over her eyes as she drew in the vision finding it in space. When her eyes opened she was no longer surrounded by cold and darkness. In fact it was quite the opposite. Glittering lights danced about. Warmth and good smells filled the air. Mouth fell agape as she staggered back. Armor covered arm and hand moving against the mystical sword.
Blonde tresses whipped about her slender features as she turned around. There was someone there. With one movement of her wrist the blade was leveled towards the young man her eyes were honed in on. Slender brows narrowed as she shouted in a language that almost seemed forgotten on her, yet natural. “Ch’to ‘Eto! Vy Poni’maete?!” (What is this! Do you understand?) The mutant sorceress got little reaction, but wide eyes as she shouted at him in Russian. Slowly lowering the sword she looked around her once more, awestruck. Where was she. Why had she been teleported there. It wasn’t like anything she’d seen behind closed eyes. Save for the snow covered ground outside. “Gde … S’kolko v’remya…” (where… what time is it) Stepping closer the blonde moved towards the dark haired boy looking at the large decorated tree. Thin brows narrowed as lips pursed, studying him for a moment. “Kak vas zovut?” (What’s your name?)
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Wither
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Post by Wither on Mar 15, 2006 5:46:05 GMT -5
Kevin eyed the group for a bit. A yawned was forced out as his tired eyes continued to blink themselves open. C’mon Kev, stay up you have to do the stupid Angel thing… or whatever in an hour. His eyes glanced to his watch, which finally allowed to see his blistered and cut hands. He shrugged the dry blood off and yawned again.
“Christmas sucks…” was all he said before turning around and flopping his tired body down on the couch. It had been around Christmas time when he lost his dad-it wasn’t the best time to talk to people about it. Sighing slightly he began to try to rub the dry blood off.
Another yawn escaped as he pulled his legs up and sighed. A random nod and hello was given to the kids he knew. Granted there were random presents for nearly everyone in the room-he didn’t expect one from anyone nor did he expect anyone to show up at the ceremony for his sculpture outside. However, he knew the school-he had to be there.
Stretching some he eyed Logan as he entered back with the new kid. “Hey…” was all he said before shrugging at Logan. “Dude… everyone’s new here lately…” then he stood quickly, face sheer anger. “Trying to replace people is pretty easy it seems.” His voice was a pure hiss, he saw people glance his way-especially those from the two Rival teams.
Shaking his head he growled before looking to X. “Hey don’t worry X… What we gave you is from us to you. Giving doesn’t always need a return.” He nodded before getting up. “I have to go outside and get some snow off the sculpture… I mean, it’s getting dedicated today to Brian and David so…” he shrugged, he hated the fact that he lost his two friends. “Anyway… X I hope you liked your gift.” With that he was out of the room and down the hall heading outside.
Suddenly he stopped by the exit, and took off his right glove. His finger was delicate on the organic surface, but he didn’t stop until he was done. As he walked away the rubble still fell from the decaying material. With two praying hands, it said simply above them-“In Life and Death” then underneath-“Only God Can Judge Me” On one side it said Brian Cruz in a ‘sunshine’ type look around him. And on the otherside it had David Alleyne in a ‘moon’ look.
Kevin exited the mansion quickly, passing the kitchen on the way to his sculpture in the sanctuary.
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Shawn McCoy
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Post by Shawn McCoy on Mar 15, 2006 13:45:06 GMT -5
Things were going to change. Past actions were not going to ruin his life again. Besides he didn’t want to be the emo child of the group. He laughed a little as he continued to think about what life was going to be like here. So far on his self-guided tour of one hallway and living room the place was pretty nice. It was cozy. He remembered back to his first few minutes at the school, when Logan introduced him to the three in the Rec Room. Remembering the words one spoke. Something about replacing people. Anger in his voice. Not only at Shawn but Logan as well. What did he expect he wasn’t going to be on good terms with every one. The mutant who said it was sure to continue his grudge towards Shawn. Something the “new kid” could really deal without. Staring with glossy eyes at the lights on the tree, thoughts still raced through the mind of the anxious arrival.
Far into thought he didn’t convey all his surroundings. Out of the corner of his eye she stood. In a spot that was completely empty but not a few seconds before. His body slightly jumped at her unannounced arrival. He wasn’t used to people just popping in whenever they wanted. Before any attempt on a friendly chat could be made the long gleaming sword in front of him caught his attention.
“Ch’to ‘Eto! Vy Poni’maete?!” His eyes glued to the sword too stunned to even think about getting up. Slowly they crept, and locked on the girls glare. He couldn’t understand her. What was with this school and other languages? Muscles grew tense as worried eyes kept their gaze on the stranger. “Gde … S’kolko v’remya…” Again with the foreign words. Nodding wouldn’t help, what if she was asking a question, nodding could result in her being angry. Which to Shawn wasn’t the plan. Day two at this school was highly something he wanted. To be killed only mere hours after arriving, talk about embarrassing. He smiled slightly as he slowly got up. Keeping his sight strictly on her he stood straight up.
“Kak vas zovut?” He started to get annoyed. Knowing what to do was far from his mind. He was on his own right now. Calling for help would be one solution. Or fixing it himself would be door number two. Both would work, but he decided he’d try and fight his own battles. He looked straight into her glance trying to somehow bring ease to her stance. “I’m Shawn…” he said thinking about how they said it slow in movies. She wasn’t stupid, for all he knew she spoke English. He smiled as he quickly thought of what else to say. “Who are you?” he asked. Stupid what if she couldn’t understand what he was saying. So there he was, legs locked, muscles tight, and the silver blade of a sword only inches away from his body. Talk about tension.
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Mar 15, 2006 20:17:20 GMT -5
“Don’t worry ‘bout that X. Most people will tell you it’s more about giving than getting. The religious side of Christmas deals with the birth of Christ, and the star that shone and the wise men coming to find the Savior.” Shoulder shrugged up slightly, he didn’t want to go in too deeply with theology. After all it was her first Christmas. He watched the tired expression on his roommates face. Working all night again. Sometimes he wanted to just shake him, tell him to take a break. Logan had left them alone for a while until his return with someone new in tow. At least he wasn’t the new kid anymore. Hand raised with a head bob towards the new student before Kevin shot up from the sofa.
Dark brow quirked at the words, to the new guy and Professor Logan. Jamie shifted awkwardly, muscles in his jaw flexing in the trait that had seemed to pass from his birth father. Then he listened to the second set from the boy, something about one of his sculptures, how had he not known about it. Eyes looked back towards X and Jay who’d entered singing with some of the young students. Sneakers moved to pick up the slack between him and his roommate. There was part of him that he didn’t know how to explain.
“Dude, Kev, wait up eh?” Jamie’s stride lengthened to catch up with him. Hands shoving into his pockets as he took a normal pace beside his friend. One hand pulled from the pocket rubbing against his upper arm. It was weird sometimes, and he didn’t want to express himself in a bad light or against anyone. Jamie usually tried to get along with everyone. He knew it was hard loosing the other students. “I don’t think they are trying to replace Brian or David…it’s just weird. I donno, sometimes I wish people would stop being so angry and upset about it. I still feel what happened that day…hell I can’t close my eyes without seeing a dark thing that, that man had done. Is that dark of me to say…”
Jamie felt awkward about stuff like that. But he shut up once again watching the ground as they walked until they were to Kevin’s statue. Eyes looked over the piece and he shifted. “Woah…you did that? You could be rich if you ever sold some of your work.” He tried to act normal. But it was Christmas, for one day he didn’t want to think about what had happened. Or the bad things in the past.
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Wither
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Post by Wither on Mar 16, 2006 6:28:12 GMT -5
He heard his roommate and friend come up behind him, and Kevin slightly hung his head… “I don’t think they are trying to replace Brian or David…it’s just weird. I donno, sometimes I wish people would stop being so angry and upset about it. I still feel what happened that day…hell I can’t close my eyes without seeing a dark thing that, that man had done. Is that dark of me to say…”
Kevin sighed, ”I’ve been trying to stay in a good mood, hell I talked to Cess about the same thing and basically told her to stop snapping about it. How could I be such a damn hypocrite? I mean I don’t know why I snapped on that Shawn kid… I feel like crap-but it was the only reaction I could have. I mean on fucking Christmas morning they send this kid here… it’s bad enough everything is changing around like topsy turvy, but I mean…” he let out a long and forlorn sigh. “I guess what I’m trying to say through this rambling is… I was on both teams, and became close with both guys… it’s just weird right now.”
Then he stopped in front of his sculpture, the metallic wings shining in the now bright light of outside. His hand drifted up towards the arm/wing that housed some fallen snow. He brushed it gently while sighing at the same time. “Huh?” his mind was everywhere right now, he missed what Jamie had said.
“Woah…you did that? You could be rich if you ever sold some of your work.” Kevin shrugged slightly and sighed. Money… he could use that-until the day they found out he was a mutant… then what? No one would buy his artwork that’s what. He looked to Jamie with a brow raised.
“It wouldn’t be the same. Plus-it would only last until someone ratted I was a mutant… then it would all die, like everything.” He shrugged slightly eyeing the work. “You know lately it’s pretty easy to create stuff right… but I was so-well I couldn’t create shit for a long time. Now…. now it comes out like this. Beautiful stuff… before it was like the crap in our room. I dunno sometimes. I’m just a hack with a welding torch.”
Kevin was obviously allowing his true feelings out. It seemed when he was tired, he couldn’t hold up his slightly happy ish demeanor. He was so fake.
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Post by Mercury on Mar 16, 2006 18:00:41 GMT -5
She watched as Logan went on his way from the room as well as that new guy not long after him. She wondered who the guy was as she took another bite and sip, watching carefully as he exited the room. Were they getting some new arrivals already? She was used to them by now, after all there was always someone new showing up at the door and sometimes sadly old ones leaving them.
When she was finished her muffin she noticed a figure walk past the kitchen before another followed as well. From a glimpse the first one looked like Kevin, the other like Jamie. She wondered what they were up to, where they were going. Throwing the rest of the muffin in the trash she made her way quickly up to her room. Skipping one or two steps as she walked upwards. Before she even made it to the door she had pulled her shirt off, she was in quite the hurry. Slamming the door behind her, by accident she ran to the window and watched the two stalk off. Watching which way Kevin went and Jamie follow. It looked like it was towards the Sacturary area, where they often put up memorials for fallen heros. Curious and perhaps already knowing the answer she threw her tank top on her bed, as well as her PJ bottoms which slide off quickly. Within moments she had her new attire, pair of blue jeans that flared at the bottom and nicely formed to her lean hips,and a green top that was a big longer than a normal shirt as well a red over top, its arms came to her elbows and it was cut down the middle, allowing her to tie it around her waist. Her red hair was up in a ponytail in no time and with a well placed scarf, her boots, mits and baby blue winter jacket she was ready to go. Quickly she made haste down towards the front door and out onto the path before her.
She knew the direction the two headed so it wasn't hard to follow the fresh foot prints in the snow at her feet. Tucking her metallic hands in her pockets, not that it made much of a difference she didn't really feel tempature, she let her foot falls crunch below her. She thought of what she would say when she got there, not that she really knew what to say. She owed Kevin a bit of an apology for her outburst last night, friends afterall should apologize to eachother when they are wrong. And Cessily was very much loyal of her friendships.
When she reached the duo they were already at a large magnificant statue. They hardly noticed her there, her foot falls were so silent. She stared at the sculpture with bright eyes, if you could tell and after a moment she stood there right beside Jamie, just staring and looking at the sculpture. It really was amazing and with the last bit Jamie said he was totally right, Kevin had a most amazing gift. She hadn't been there when Kevin said something about how he could make beautiful things now, well she was there but her mind was so much somewhere else at that moment that she didn't notice him say it. She was so awe strucken at the statue before her. Finally she spoke up. "That's amazing Kevin. Brian and David would be so proud and honoured of it."she didn't really know what else to say but what was on her mind right there at that moment and she knew that the pair would be proud.
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Colossus
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I am mighty, I am Colossus!
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Post by Colossus on Mar 16, 2006 18:59:12 GMT -5
Piotr tool a long sip of his coffee watched as people left the kitchen. He sighed slightly and scratched the back of his head. As he began to walk out of the kitchen he heard someone shouting in the Rec Room.....in Russian..... ~strange~ he thought looking through the open door he only saw a blade pointed at a students throat. He dropped his mug and ran into the Rec Room, entering armored form as he did. IN a flash he was standing between the Shawn and the blade. Looking down at the woman he began to speak. “Kak vas zovut?” (who are you) Looking into her eyes she seemed famillar, he never too his eyes off hers when his jaw dropped. "Illyana?" he reached up and touched the blade, "Little Snowflake..."
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Magik
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If you won't give me you're blood, I'll take it from you.
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Post by Magik on Mar 16, 2006 19:28:12 GMT -5
Perhaps this was all just another dream, another vision, another trick. Full lips pursed as the boy watched her every movement. Maybe she was still in Limbo, just another area, but it felt much different. There wasn’t that darkness she felt in Limbo. No, this was someplace else entirely. Illyana yelled at him once more in Russian, getting little response. The young man didn’t know what she was saying; she saw it in his eyes. Sword shifted as she stepped closer. Finally the young man managed something. “I’m Shawn…” Brows quirked at him, never once letting him leave her sights or lowering her sword. Blonde tresses fell down around her shoulders. Small bit bound and braided.
Mentally she registered what she’d heard in English. That language not being far from her mind. Time in Limbo clearly changed the Russian. Standing now the looks of a eighteen to twenty year old. From the young girl who’d been stolen so long ago. Lips parted in breath as she readied to say something more and stopped. The sound of porcelain dropping against the ground caught her attention. One moment there was a mere man running out, the next he was completely silver. The dark armor that ran up the length of her left arm looked almost identical.
“G’de a’ot Mne?” (Where am I?) When the silver hand touched her blade she pulled the sword away with a slight scowl. There was something familiar about the man before her. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Vy govo’rite po Russki…” (You speak Russian…) She was slightly awed at the sound of her own language being spoke back to her. Still weary of the trap it might have been. Taking two steps back sword lifted level with the silver one until his voice sounded her name, then something that broke the floodgates of her memories, of her past. “Illyana, little snowflake.” Slowly mystic weapon lowered while great blue eyes studied him. The way she cried when he left their farm. How she screamed for him when she was lost or afraid. Even the buried memories she had of him while she grew up alone in Limbo. Tip of the sword chinked against the ground as she swallowed. “…Piotr…”
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