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Post by Noriko Ashida on Dec 10, 2005 16:09:37 GMT -5
She felt the cold air bite into her skin with unforgiving viciousness. Above the gauntlets Nori’s arms were bare and the cold titanium wasn’t much of a picnic either. She figured she wouldn’t be outside too long, so there was really no reason to run all the way back upstairs for a jacket. – Besides, she might not get another chance to take a few minutes for herself. Rumor had it they were going to have to go out on a mission soon.
No Nori just needed a few minutes away from the constant stream of voices and insanity that was standard for the university. At least this place was cozier than the Salem facility. It felt more like a home and less like a zoo. And now that she was a senior about to graduate into being a full-fledged team member, Surge felt a sense of pride for where she hung her hat. Sure Westchester was nothing like her old life, but at least here the student body had more of family feel and less of a high school drama game.
What drove her to this bout of solitude was seeing Dr. Jean Grey in the kitchen, and the odd look she’d given her. Noriko had heard that the woman was a telepath, or at lest that she used to be, and she really didn’t know if her failure in New York had become public knowledge amid the staff. She fucked up; almost fell off the wagon, and even more than the embarrassment of getting caught in the act, Nori hated her self for having that moment of weakness.
At the crunch of footfalls on the snow, her head turned up. A brown eye winked as the cascade of snow kissed over her skin and caught on loose thread of electric blue hair. “Professor Drake? What are you doing out here?” "Fancy meeting you out here, Ms. Ashida. I can't say I figured you for the smoking type. Maybe for me if I smoked, but I'm not sure it's worth the potential bout of pneumonia." Metal fingers crushed out the tip of the butt and she tucked it into her back pocket, not wanting to litter. “Each one pollutes five gallons of water…” she commented as to why she wasn’t just throwing it on the ground. Her dark brow quirked skyward at his approach, and then her lips fell into a silenced gap of surprise at the chivalrous act of him giving her his coat. A metal glove reached up to the lapel, snugging it closer. “Thanks. Yea it kinda does. – Really I’m a lousy smoker. They taste like shit, and make my clothes stink. I really should give it up.”
Snow was still melting into her socks. Sneakers really just weren’t conducive to this weather. She looked over to him, wondering just how old he was. He didn’t look much older than her. Maybe he was just an early bloomer and that was why he was now teaching. A small spark flashed between her forefinger and thumb on the hand that was dangling at her side, but she didn’t notice. “I guess I just had a bad day, and it’s kinda spilling over into this one. But here I go… bitching and moaning just cause I have to pay for some pompous asshole’s laptop. Ya know it wasn’t my fault that Brooks Brothers dickwad couldn’t catch.”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 10, 2005 16:43:59 GMT -5
He was glad that she accepted the offer of his coat, he was somewhat expecting a bit of a rebellious reaction and her rejecting it in light of him catching her in a seemingly vulnerable state. Smoking was a cruch, an escape, a release from the normal stresses that life presented you with. Knowing such didn't make it right or any less harmful but atleast she wasn't one of those that didn't accept that. It had to be interesting to have healing factor that Logan possesed, he was pretty sure that in his lifetime the feral man had probably inhaled enough smoke to blacken everyone in the mansion's lungs but he himself was probably in better health than all of them.
“Each one pollutes five gallons of water…” he nodded, actually appreciating the fact that she didn't drop the butt and ruin the beautiful white covering underneath thier feet. "My pleasure, I only wear it for fashion purposes but it looks much better on you." he smiled and took a seat next to her. "You should give it up, they're just going to hold you back and as fast as you move you shouldn't want anything slowing you down." He watched her manneurisms as she sat noticing that she had found brief moments to glance in his direction. She seemed like one of the older students, not much younger than he was even though his tenure gave him seniority.
“I guess I just had a bad day, and it’s kinda spilling over into this one. But here I go… bitching and moaning just cause I have to pay for some pompous asshole’s laptop. Ya know it wasn’t my fault that Brooks Brothers dickwad couldn’t catch.”
He laughed, "It happens. I probably still owe the Professor for the water damage some of my indoor snowball fights has caused. The one thing we have in common with regular folk, bad days don't skip them over to come and mess with us. It's a unviversal curse. But in all honesty, you don't seem like the type that would care so much about something like that." He could of been way off on his presumption but he didn't need telepathy to see that something else was bothering her. So far she seemed to be comfortable enough with him that she was opening up a bit and it made no sense to quit while he was ahead.
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Post by Noriko Ashida on Dec 10, 2005 18:06:51 GMT -5
"My pleasure, I only wear it for fashion purposes but it looks much better on you. You should give it up; they're just going to hold you back and as fast as you move you shouldn't want anything slowing you down." “Oh I don’t move that fast.” She smirked and broke eye contact shyly. It was apparent that Noriko was nervous, her accent had deepened and she was fidgeting, but it wasn’t entirely due to the cold.
At his laugh she felt the tickle to join him. It was strange to think how much she’d changed since discovering she was a mutant. When she was back home in Japan, her father never would have stood for her being alone with a boy, let alone wearing the casual clothes she had on. He’d insisted she dye her hair so that she would not disgrace their family name, and any mention at all that she was different was unacceptable.
He was right. She could care less about a few weeks’ salary going into some schmuck’s pocket. It was just money right? She sighed, and instead of telling him about the incident in the city, she shared something she’d been holding onto a bit longer. “Not really… I guess I just wish things were different with my father. He won’t even accept that I am a mutant, and my mother…” she sighed. “Well, let’s just say that he calls the shots; and so I can’t see her anymore.”
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Dr. Jean Grey
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"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 10, 2005 20:56:59 GMT -5
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so accusatory. Getting it from both barrels just kind of spun me out. I wasn’t really ready to deal with Scott and his holier than thou; get thee behind me bullshit and Emma… my God I don’t even want to relive the crap she was throwing my way.” Jean looked up from her feet with a deep expression of remorse. Logan really didn’t deserve the irrational finger pointing. If Jean had given it more than a second’s thought she would have realized he was as taken aback by the offer as she was. “You certainly have grown though. I have no idea how you put up with that!”
Gingerly Jean reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “Did you want me to talk to James? Or would you rather wait until after we run some tests on X-23’s blood?” She was very worried about what all of the news regarding Logan’s son was doing to him. Jean wanted to say that there was a chance that Wolverine was right, but she’d spent so much time studying genetics these past few years that her mind was pretty well made up on the truth. Her thumb tenderly slid back and forth over the hollow of his knuckle. She wasn’t afraid of what lay beneath the surface, and she wanted him on some level to know it.
“If I know Rogue, she’s got something up her sleeve. I’m not saying the girl doesn’t need our help, but I wouldn’t be surprised if when we find her she has most of the situation taken care of.” She couldn’t help at chuckle in regards to the dig at Cyclops. “Not much better than I have it. If that frigid ice bitch pollutes my mind with her convoluted bullshit again I’m gonna break her nose.” It was the first time in a long while Jean had allowed herself to truly express her anger about something. Normally she was a bottler. The pretense of a charming and unaffected woman usually had to stand in the foreground; but that was what Jean liked about Wolverine. He understood anger; Scott never could.
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Post by Charles Xavier on Dec 10, 2005 21:22:23 GMT -5
The doors slid open with a hiss and as the mechanical wheelchair rolled into the big round room he heard the voices calling out to him from down the hall. He stopped and turned about gesturing for X-23 to come inside. “Yes, what can I help you two with?” he smiled kindly as she and Jamie approached. His chair turned back to his task while he spoke, rolling to the control panel. His hands worked over the settings of the machine before he activated the door and lifted the helmet to his head.
The outer door shifted closed, shutting the trio inside Cerebro, cutting off the bright lights from the outer hallway. His eyes closed as he activated the linkup. Lights within the room faded. Shadows stretched and warped into a living manifestation of what his mind was seeing. On Charles’ level the images were far more complicated then just a series of lights and the occasional flash of conversation, but for the minds around him he was sure that what they were seeing was complicated enough. At first he simply picked up everything; mutant and human alike.
It wouldn’t hurt him at all, but it was harder to concentrate when people were walking around in here, so as he sensed a shifting of weight he spoke up before it was a problem. “Please try not to move.” After a shifting of his concentration he was able to hone in on just mutants. Thereafter on only female mutants, and so on until his concentration narrowed down on one. “Ahhh… there she is.” He said with noteworthy contentment. Of course he had no idea what was going on inside her head, she was always so hard to read, given the number of voices that took of residence there.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 10, 2005 21:55:33 GMT -5
"I'm betting you're even faster." he glanced at the metal gauntlets that covered her hands. "Looks like a Hank McCoy original. I used to have a belt." Backgrounds were different but they were quite similar. "I'm betting that those bad boys help you regulate that spark of yours and thats probably not even the half of it." His inhibitor belt was created for him to help control his powers after they were augmented by Loki. He was pretty sure that her gauntlets served a similar purpose. They were kinda cool looking although he could imagine cumbersome.
“Not really… I guess I just wish things were different with my father. He won’t even accept that I am a mutant, and my mother… Well, let’s just say that he calls the shots; and so I can’t see her anymore.” "Keep the faith, I would of never thought that me and my father would be as close as we have become but time passes and people realize that they cant be close minded forever. Besides, certain people are worth it. Give it some time and in the meanwhile you can show everyone else around here what you got. You've got my vote." She spoke of her father and thier relationship and it only furthered his thought of thier connection. It took his father a long time to accept his son's choices in women let alone the fact that he was a mutant. It really put a rift in between them until his father was on his deathbed and Bobby was forced to face his own role in their relationship. They may not have fully reconciled but family is still family and sometimes that's all that matters.
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Jamie Hudson
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Life is but a dream for the dead
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 11, 2005 2:27:19 GMT -5
Jamie knew it didn’t exactly sound right coming out of his mouth. Trying to talk about something he barely grasped. It was something that seemed so out of place. He couldn’t deny his questions. And he just hoped X believed him. Or would open up. James hadn’t seen Sarah since he’d reconnected with his body. But on some level he could almost feel her. Life. In an odd sense. Like a lingering memory. Like anything else in his mind that wasn’t his.
The boy felt a bit bad, springing this on her. It looked as if the name, or sound of what he was saying was hard for her. Muscles flexed in his cheeks. Something must have happened in her past, something that he never saw. Or wasn’t meant to see. Eyes cast down as she remained silent. Then she spoke so flat so weak. “I killed her…” In a way he felt like a horses ass. He should have known what feeling something dead felt like. Carrying around something like that. It was a burden that he was slowly starting to realize came with his powers. For a moment he couldn’t find his voice. “I didn’t…I shouldn’t have.”
Trying to apologize to her for what he must have just put her through didn’t remain his focus. When everything changed around him, it felt as if he was there. Not that he even knew where there was. It didn’t seem to matter. Somehow the connection he made only affected him. A shiver ran up his back as X placed her hand there. She sensed the area or smelt it. He wasn’t quite sure which and when she started to pull away he shifted grasping her hand. “I won’t tell anyone…”
Hand released hers. Jamie had just felt prompted he needed to say that. That he needed to let her know. What ever nausea he felt had dwindled. And he felt normal. Images were still fresh in his mind. Form moved to follow the way X had sprinted. Jamie reached them just as they entered a large room and the doors shut behind him. Shifted he looked behind him at the sealed doors then back towards the Professor. “What can I help you two with?” “I think something happened…I mean, I think I saw something. Um.”
Train of though was broken as Professor Xavier had linked up with the weird headset. The round room seemed to grow even bigger. Eyes watched as lights flickered. Blues and reds. A brow arched, and mouth fell open slightly as he stood a few feet from X and the Professor. “What…are we color coded or something?” “Please try not to move.” Jamie stood straight still after that. Closing his mouth to keep from saying something even dumber. He’d just never seen anything like it. Charles focused on something for a moment longer before softly saying something. In Jamie’s mind he could hear himself asking the question of who.
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X
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If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Dec 11, 2005 2:44:05 GMT -5
She would have told him more would have explained it all. But just thinking about it was churning her stomach. Her heart within her chest was hurting...this must have been what it felt like for the families of those who she killed. The countless, she understood now what she did, how wrong she was. But how could she had done any different? She didn't eventually, she helped in her own escape but in doing so lost her own special people. Fate perhaps and karma as they say. "I couldn't stop myself...her scent...it was just...we were supposed to become a family, but her smell, it was different, it drove me crazy and...and I couldn't stop." she sighed softly before the whole area seemed to shift around him.
Suddenly he was in his trance and she was trying to bring it out. Sarah could wait, this was something more important, this was now. She didn't know why but Jamie felt like someone she could trust, like a part of a small weird family, and she wanted to help him. There was an odd smell she took in when she touched him and she tried to reel back but he grabbed her, suddenly speaking. "I won’t tell anyone…". At first she just stared at him until the edges of her lips upturned slightly. For those who knew her, even for a little while, that was the best you were going to get for a smile. With a nod and a sudden shift she was off down the hall.
When the Professor ushered them in, she moved as quickly as could be. Something about Jamie's voice said that he needed to talk to the man now. She listened with silence as the door slammed shut behind them, she didn't move. Not even when Jamie spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly at his words as she began to think about it. Then suddenly the room began to change. X's eyes widdened as she looked around, watching the room grow bigger and flash. The whole thing was making her nervous. Her alertness began to kick in and suddenly she dropped just a bit in her stance to a ready for combat mode. Arms in fists out beside her and knees bent. Her head snapped around frantically as she watched the giant shapes unfold and her eyes still remained as wide as ever. She looked like a confused animal who was trapped. She felt that way to, she didn't understand this at all. "Please try not to move." Somehow Xavier had a way of making you feel safe and like you could trust him. So suddenly she stopped moving just as he said. And just instead watched with wide eyes before he spoke for the last time, seeming pleased with whatever it was. "Ahh...there she is." X wondered silently who 'She' was, but did not question. She wouldn't not until she was told to move or act again.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 11, 2005 2:44:40 GMT -5
“I think that stick has gotten shoved further up his ass.” Logan’s comment was simple but it held about everything he was feeling towards the man. But he’d learned how to deal with it. Keep in check around him. Even though it was a pain. Wolverine wasn’t opposed to raising a little hell around Scott though. Eyes watched as Jean looked towards her feet. She didn’t need to feel bad. At least not on his account. Wolverine had his own way of dealing. “You certainly have grown though. I have no idea how you put up with that!” “I block most of it out. When Cyke talks most of it sounds like ‘blah, blah blah. Wolverine. Blah blah.’ To me anyway. How’d you put up with it?”
Gray eyes looked down to where the soft touch of her hand met his. Looking away for a while he watched the door. Occasionally hearing the sound of feet shuffling past. “Did you want me to talk to James? Or would you rather wait until after we run some tests on X-23’s blood.” “No. Kids been through enough hell recently. No need to tell him until we know for sure.” What he felt like saying was until he knew for sure. Knew that Jamie was his son. Kid could have had a normal life if it hadn’t have been for that night. Internally he winced at the thought. That what ever the kid went through part of it would always be because his biological father was a mutant.
Weapon X was silent again. Eyes just watching Jean’s hand upon his. The feel of her touch. Even between his knuckle where the blades always came out. On deeper levels there was more to Wolverine than just the anger ball he half portrayed. There was this protective nature to him. He’d felt that way over Kitty. Over Jubie. Hell sometimes Rogue. And Jean. Even when she wasn’t his to protect. Logan ease with the touch and Jean’s voice again. When she spoke about breaking Emma’s nose he couldn’t help the smirk. “Now there’s a fight I’d pay money to see.”
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Emma Frost
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I won't deny I'm cold hearted... there would be no point in wasting air for that lie.
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Post by Emma Frost on Dec 11, 2005 14:44:37 GMT -5
Emma Frost prided her self in trying to be perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect look. Perfect nose. The whole essence and enable that created the White Queen. Form tensed as she stood next to Scott. Jean had never been quite as bold before. In away it gave Emma more satisfaction to be the bitch back. Plucked brows narrowed over ice cold orbs looking towards Jean. She wasn’t thrilled about the decision. However with Dani Moonstar being reassigned it only seemed right for Scott to take over the New Mutants.
. o O ( Least I know I’ll get some variety! Aww, poor Em…it’s “missionary” again.) O o . . o O ( You know it’s amazing what a little persuasion can change a man like Scott. With Wolverine you’re going to need a shock collar. I hope you’ve had him checked for rabies. And fleas.) O o . Emma stopped as she heard Charles’ voice in her mind. No doubt that Jean had two. As Scott left Emma turned to do the same. She’d get a word to one of the Hellions to start rounding them up along with the New Mutants. Heels clicked as she made her way to the depths of the mansion, where the Blackbird was kept still under the basketball courts.
Scott was inside stetting up as she strode over to him. Hands messaged the tense muscles in his back. She could sense his mind was racing. Loaded down with thoughts. Of Jean. Of Wolverine. The school and their assignment. “Try not to think about it. When this is all over it will just be us again. We’ll have the whole Salem Center.” She wondered if it was hard for him. To have Jean so close in his life once again. There was almost a twinge of jealousy as she shifted around him. Scott was with her now, not Jean Grey and she wanted him to remember that. Circling around him she pressed close kissing him deeply.
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Post by Charles Xavier on Dec 11, 2005 15:06:13 GMT -5
“There’s no need to be alarmed,” he explained. “What you’re seeing here is a visual representation of what Cerebro is feeding into my mind. The white lights represent humans, the red ones… mutants.” As he spoke the room shifted and changed, and it was very much a soothing and beautiful ballet of brief images, sounds and light. “During developments of this institution, the Beta version did not offer a schema option. However, I found that although the process took a good deal more concentration, it was easier for me to compartmentalize what was being fed to me if I was grounded in a more physical reality. It’s not hard for a telepath to become lost within him or herself; especially when that gift is augmented by something as powerful as this.”
It wasn’t hard to feel intimidated by the look and feel of Cerebro, and instinctively, Charles sent out a general aura of calming thought patters to help with the pair; especially the girl from Weapon X. For a few moments Charles had to ignore the pair, his attentions honing in on Rogue as he brought what he could see into a third person perspective for the students. “This is a former student of mine named Rogue. She’s been out of contact for longer than usual, but thus far I’ve had no success locating her.” For a few lingering seconds Rogue was shown, her hands up against her face as she cried and pleaded for someone to stop. The red translucent image faded and then his connection was cut. The room began to revert back, lights came up and he removed the helmet.
Turning to X-23 and James Hudson Professor X reached out and looked into James’ frantic surface thoughts. He looked over to X-23 but did not invade her mind, as he understood her trust issues. “Yes, that was the same woman whom you saw. It seems that your mutation is not limited to any kind of a physical plane. And although it is quite unique to anything I’ve ever seen I’m confident with time you can and will control it better.” He wheeled toward the door, gesturing for the pair to follow. “X… I know you’re a recent addition to the active teams, and that The White Queen and Cyclops are going to collect you all together for a meeting. Since you’re a member of the Hellions, you’ll be needed to go with…” He paused, and then back peddled what he was about to say. Kevin was no longer on campus, but he wasn’t sure if that news was going to upset her so for the moment he refrained from revealing it. “You’ll be in need of a uniform,” he filled in, “Let me show to your locker of personal effects.”
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 11, 2005 15:35:01 GMT -5
The room felt ten times larger than it had initially looked. Panels moved and shifted, images danced. Part of it felt like what he saw when he was in that astral plane. Just glimpses. Or echos. Like if you looked into a broken mirror and saw multiple images of what was there. None the less it felt intimidating. Somehow Charles seemed to have felt that. Jamie felt calmer as he stood and watched in awe.
When the images stopped a brow quirked. He couldn’t make out what he was seeing. It must have been the woman that Professor Xavier had been looking for. As it came into better focus Jamie felt a knot form in his stomach. Jamie didn’t move, but hints of color drained slightly from his face. As the lights came up in the room his eyes shot to Professor Xavier. Mind racing, he didn’t even notice that the man in the wheel chair had picked up on his thoughts. The man’s voice sounded answers to unasked questions. And he spoke about control.
Lingering his eyes watched the now empty area where Rogue had been. While Charles discussed things with her. Something about teams and going out. Jamie was still a new student. And his powers weren’t in a state that some already had but he’d been the only one to see her. Really see her. Jamie knew what had been done to her. The cry for release that had drawn him to her. Head hung as he heard them moving out. “He’ll kill her. He doesn’t care…he’ll kill her. Like he killed that boy.” Jamie looked up one last time before catching up to Professor Xavier’s side. Placing a hand on the chair back. “I want to be part of this. I have to be, Professor. It’s something I got to do.” Truthfully he knew very well that Xavier could say no. And could stop him. But something in him. He needed to help. It’s why he’d been able to cross over to the living plane and put a ghost arm through the man who held her. Jamie’s brows had narrowed just slightly as he waited the Professors answer.
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Penance
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She doesn't talk much, but you can tell, she is deep in thought.
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Post by Penance on Dec 12, 2005 23:19:40 GMT -5
She had been silent the rest of the night… however she couldn’t help but inwardly sigh as the ups and downs went from bad to worse. This is what she started… coming back as a teacher. That was ridiculous, she should have known better, she should have been more strict about not coming back. The St. Croix’ had adopted her. She should have known better. Eyes closed and suddenly she was shrouded by darkness again. This is what happens to her every time she tried to make herself feel better. Breathing heavy, blue orbs finally opened and they began to glow… bright as ever as she felt someone near. “Not really… I guess I just wish things were different with my father. He won’t even accept that I am a mutant, and my mother… well, let’s just say that he calls the shots; and so I can’t see her anymore.” This woman was like her… well before him. Slowly she moved towards the group that stood outside, and the blue haired girl was there again. Taking a deep breath she squatted and cocked her head to the side… and she wondered… there was something she felt about this girl, and then there was Bobby. She met him once. She had never tried to talk to him-or well anyone before… last time she did, look at what happened to her. However, she wanted to connect with her, and she wanted to let her known. Eyes closed again as she forced herself into Nori’s mind. Penny, as she was now called, produced an image in her head… She pictured herself and forced the image into Nori’s head. Since she was little, Yvette had been mute… had no pupils… and was red, never able to talk-only to everything revolving nature. She had been hidden from society anyway, but then he came and then… then she couldn’t even touch anyone, and then he kidnapped her. Then again, she didn’t remember much from the time with him, so maybe it was the other way around… all she knew she was always alone but always able to talk to nature… so she figured, Nori was the little Electricity girl… maybe she could talk to her. A smiling red girl… glowing blue eyes… but she wasn’t sharp, and she had fingers-not these daggerlike fingers. The face still smiled as she blinked a few times, mouthing the words ‘are you ok now?’ and a dove on the girl’s shoulder signing peace. Then Penny broke off with Nori, smiling and taking a breath, she felt the feeling of release and happiness explode through her. It had been years since she was able to do that… since she connected with someone, and it caused the girl in the black strap suit to fall to her knees, she was released-at least a little. Then she finally felt it... the snow which began to fall around her... she felt it all, felt the great cold on her hair and neck. How she wished she could feel it like most people... not like now.
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Post by Mercury on Dec 13, 2005 1:29:18 GMT -5
The wait for Jamie to recover had been a long one. And with such, and even the people around hustling about, she was tired. It was getting late and she couldn't help her eyes from closing. Her hand never left his as she dozed off in the chair beside him. But when she awoke, it was a far different time then the peaceful moments before her slumber. She only opened her eyes slightly as the sounds of arguing aroused her. She pretended she was sleeping still, not because she wanted to ease drop, well maybe a little, but also because she didn't want to bother the trio and get involved. This seemed like a place she was most unwelcomed. She listened as Kevin scolded X about her name, and as they all argued slightly. Then without anymore words of argument, arms wrapped around her still 'slumbering' body and hoisted her up. Kevin was taking her off somewhere. Still she acted as if she was not awake. So X's name was Laura...interesting, why she kept a secret that is.
How she wished sometimes for heavy sleeping abilities, like Santo. Ahh well. She felt her form being put down once and Kevin seemed frantic to get back. But it was to no avail. She was again brought up in his arms and her form just slumped against his soundlessly, then she was placed on a bed. Not just any bed, his bed, Kevin's. His words caused her to remain in her fake state. "Cess please stay here..I don't want to loose you too.." Everything was getting bad and she knew it. She would abide, that was until he was gone. Then she sat up with her eyes wide. The silver pair just stared ahead of her as she took a deep breath. Things are getting WAY out of control. She didn't know what was going on down there, but it was time to find out. Unfortunatly Kevin was returning.
She quickly went to a liquid form and slide under Kevin's bed. She hoped he thought she just got up and went off to the kitchen or to her own bedroom. But no she was still there. Watching as he packed some bags, muttering things under his breath and before she knew it he was gone. When he left the room she slide out from under the bed again and solidified. Turning her body her eyes peered out the window as she saw the form of Kevin moving away. "No...Don't go again Kevin." she whispered softly to herself. Why was this happening again. In a quick spurt she was out of the room and down the hall. She watched the tail end of four students going into an Elevator. Jamie was one of them a thing that made her heart leap for joy. The other ones were Jay and Sofia..and X. She wasn't with Kevin, that Cess found to be quite odd.
Without a second though she made her way to the front doors. No one was around which made it great, she could go out quietly. Grabbing her jacket, scarf and boots on the way out, she was glad she bundled up because snow was beginning to fall. She wasn't sure where she could find Kevin, but she had one idea, the old Auto Parts yard he left for a while back. Hopefully she just wasn't to late.
It was quite a ways there, and quite a fun time finding it, but she made it.The mansion Security system was a bit tricky to get passed but for someone with Cessily's talents..well it was a synch. The path through the words was a bit interesting, but soon enough she made it to the Junkyard, and there to her little surprize was Kevin. It wasn't hard to get into the place, and when she neared where he was going to do his thing, she just watched him for a second before speaking out. "Hey Kevin...what are you doing here huh?"
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Wither
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Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust
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Post by Wither on Dec 13, 2005 4:56:07 GMT -5
Luckily Jasper’s yard wasn’t far from the mansion. Ok so a few hours of hitchhiking and bam he was there. However, he just smiled as Jasper coughed his smoke-ridden lungs up at the sudden appearance of Kevin. Oh how fake that smile was. Eyes slowly closed as he felt Jasper’s grip upon his shoulder. “Kevin, you know you’re always welcome here.” And finally his eyes opened again, the trailer was still the same, and his jumpsuit was on the couch.
Changing… his gloved hands picked up the cotton based jumpsuit and he turned to his locker, grabbing his underclothes and putting them on first. He hated the feeling of the fake material against his skin… then again, he always had an ‘allergic’ reaction to any type of organic clothing… then his mutation. He figured he would get used to it as he grew up. As that thought ran threw his mind, he found himself wearing his black ‘muscle’ shirt, and wrapping the arms around his waist, leaving his upper body in short sleeves.
He would get to business quickly. Jasper wanted him to make a clock tower… easy enough. He had been getting harassed by Jasper for a while for this. “Sure Jasp sure.” He had answered before starting his search for the perfect metal pieces.
"Hey Kevin...what are you doing here huh?" a sweet voice rang threw the air… and all he could remember was what he asked her to do. A tear fell from his eye. He had promised her once that he wouldn’t leave her again… that he would stick with it and she would be there for him… but he didn’t want her to get hurt… and that’s all that seemed to happen when around him.
“Cess… why did you follow me? I… asked you to stay there…” I don’t want to loose you too… he thought to himself as he finally turned. The tear was still on his cheek, but he never moved to wipe it away. However, he decided she just deserved an answer, she was a person after all… “I just need to get away from everyone… it’s safer. For them.” He took a breath and lowered his eyes.
“For you.”
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