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poster: Amezri date: 19 January 2002, 11:12pm EST She squeezed her eyes shut against the bright, blinding light. /Man, what time is it?/ Cassandrea thought, stretching. Feeling pressure around her midsection, she stiffened and looked down. Kurt's arm was wrapped tight around her waist, holding her close to his warm body -- fully-clothed, she noted with relief. It's not like she hadn't dreamed of being in this position a hundred times before, it's just that... hell, she didn't even know where she was or how she even got here. /Oh, wait. We were at the party last night... and Kurt teleported us outside. There was walking, talking, and a load of goofing off./ Cassandrea had been so busy with studies of late that it was hard for her to find any time to herself, let alone with Kurt. "Hey, Elf, wake up," she smiled, giving him a shove. He responded by snaking his tail around her left leg. "Kurt..." Kurt had been faking sleep for the last several minutes, enjoying the feel of Cassie in his arms. He snuggled closer as she said his name, still pretending to be asleep. "Duende, levantaté," Cassie said, giving him another shove. "Not that I wouldn't mind staying here, but we gotta get back." She disentangled herself from Kurt's arm and tail, moving to stand. That's when she realized that they were high up in one of the large trees on the grounds of the manor. "Holy goddess!" Stepping back a bit too quickly, Cassandrea tripped on a knotted branch and fell backwards. Out of the tree. "Cassie!" A bit too late to be of any help, Kurt leaped forward and grabbed at the empty air where Cassie had been a moment before. He couldn't get a clear view of her from where he sat. If he teleported, he might miss or worse -- he could reappear with a tree branch sticking out of his gut. But if he didn't... Air whooshed past Cassie's ears as she fell toward the ground. /I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!/ she thought frantically, not realizing that her body was quickly turning into liquid form. Cassandrea hit the ground with a "sploosh." Her body reshaped just as Kurt teleported to the ground. "Cassie! Zauberin, are you all right?" He helped her sit up, supporting her with a gentle hand. "I'm fine," she huffed, more embarassed than anything else. "How did we get up in that tree, anyway?" Cassandrea scowled, rubbing her shoulder. Kurt stiffled a laugh. "If I remember correctly, you climbed it last night." "I did not!" "Oh, but you did." He smiled widely and helped Cassandrea to her feet. "And you dared me to follow you." She stared at him incredulously as she dusted herself off. "Believe me or not, that's what happened," he laughed. Cassandrea began to protest, but thought better of it. Instead she grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the mansion.
poster: nacey date: 28 January 2002, 8:20am EST The bacon and eggs that Sarah had walked me to looked fine. Mighty mighty fine. My stomach, however, didn't want, refused even, to want anything to do with them. "Eat up," she said, "Bacon grows hair on your chest." I eyed her firmly. "I have enough hair on my chest to last me till Armaggedon." I stabbed an egg, cutting it testily. "Don't want this. Want kiss." A couple of younger kids from the next table glanced at me. Eyeing them darkly, literally with the circles under my eyes, I did a distinctively 'Wolverine'ish thing, and bared my pointy and erroneously named 'canine' teeth at them, letting a long growl shudder through the air. Grabbing their plates, the kids scuttled off. The table where the teachers sat went quiet, and both Logan and Rogue stared at me. Noticing that there was something off as well, the others followed suit. Damn it. I hated having Cyclops, Ororo and Jean stare at me like that. Let along Hank. I sank my shoulders and shovelled some of the egg into my mouth, despite not wanting a bar of it. "What'd ya you that for?" Sarah looked annoyed. I shrugged, feeling shitty now. "I dunno. Felt like it." "Stop being an asshole and eat your breakfast." I didn't want to, but with Sarah's watchful eyes on me, and that kiss in my mind, I wolfed down the whole lot, in about a minute or so. Her eyes widened as I gobbled down the food, and stuffing the last egg in my mouth, I put my arms in the air. "There!" I gulped down the egg and slapped my chest. "Done." She rolled her eyes. "Congratulations!" "Don't I get a kiss?" She looked amused. "I think the agreement was that you would feed *me*." I whimpered, clutching my stomach. "You mean I shovelled down that crap and you're not even gonna snog me?!" "That's a Jubilee word, isn't it?" I let out a wail, shoving the plate out of the way and thumping my head into the table. With a sigh she relented, and leaning forward she lifted my head. "Come on, you big baby." I looked up, leaning on my arms, but something inside me shifted, lurched. I felt incredibly cold around the skin, and it crawled. I put my fingers over her lips and shook her head. "Stop!" She looked confused. "Huh?" Without any help of control, my stomach did what it had been warning me about all morning, and emptied itself all over the table. Sarah jumped back, her chair toppling, and she covered her mouth. There were a couple of shocked gasps, I'm sure Bobby Drake was pissing himself laughing in the corner. After my body had rejected my breakfast, I fell slack in my chair. As if it wasn't bad enough, near the teachers table sat Professor Xavier in his wheelchair. He was next to Summers, and obviously he'd been chatting away with him, probably bitching about his stolen whiskey. As if it was any wonder where it went NOW! I heard some kids bitch about how gross it was. Dude, they weren't the ones that were *sick* enough to spew. Everyone was looking at me, and honestly - I was too f*cking sick to care. "Shoot me now," I said. "Before the teachers get their hands on me. Do it now, baby!"
poster: Jen date: 28 January 2002, 11:45am EST Oh man. If I’d just held off eating until lunch this never would have happened. I’ve gone hungry before. It wouldn’t have killed me, but nooo you have to tease him. Good freaking idea. He probably hates me now. Jean raced over, pushing me aside - an act that earned her a low warning hiss. She blinked twice at me before returning to check Max, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere but right here. "This is your fault, Logan" "My fault! How in the h- how’s this my fault, Red?" "If you’d punished him the last time he stole the alcohol and got drunk this wouldn’t have happened." Someday, I’ll learn to just sit in the corner and not try to make friends; it always winds up in disaster. "It was my fault." There. Good, clear, loud, strong, even. Ha! The Commandant at Savannah was wrong. I did learn something. "Come again, princess?" "I broke into the cabinet and took the whiskey." "You didn’t make him drink it," Jean snapped. I really don’t like that woman. "Yes, ma’am, I pretty much did." I don’t like that eyebrow of Logan’s either. Oh, and the blush creeping up Max’s face, like I don’t feel bad enough already. Maybe I should have him shoot me. "Could we not discuss this in the middle of mess?" Good plan, Sarah, use the snotty tone. That’ll minimize the amount of trouble you’re in. Not. "In my office, Miss Carmody, Mr. Stockard." With that, The Professor wheeled himself away without checking to see if we were going follow. And follow I would. I know that tone. That’s the one that precedes the door slamming behind you and a major vein-popping dressing down. Oh how I know it well. I’m trying not to fidget, but this is so wrong. He should be yelling at us by now. Not just looking at us over those steepled fingers. I mean we’ve been standing here for like five minutes with him staring at us. This man is truly evil. "Did you have fun last night?" Okay. We’re back in the Twilight Zone again. "Sir?" "I asked if you had fun." I may be dumb, but even I know this is a trick question. "Professor... do I look like I had fun?" "Well, it seems you had quite a time. I just hope you're not regretting it, because it would be a terrible waste of such fine whiskey if you did." Max looks even greener now than he did in mess. I shouldn’t laugh. I *really* shouldn’t laugh. "And you, Sarah, did you have a good time?" Might as well be honest. "Yes, sir. You have excellent taste in whiskey." "Glad you approve." Hey! I saw that. That was a smile. For a momant. Shit. Now,we’re back to the staring. I really don’t get this. He knows I took it, he knows we drank it, why isn’t he moving onto the punishment part here. "So... what should I do with you two?" ***** "What the hell was that?" "That was The Professor twisting the knife." "Making us come up with our own punishments... that’s just wrong." Max gave me a sickly little smile. "That’s his way." I think I hate this place.
poster: Amezri date: 31 January 2002, 4:44pm EST OOC: I have no idea what day it is, but I *think* it's a school day. Shrug. Throwing on a shirt and lacing up her sneakers, Cassandrea ran out the door. She was late for class. Again. Things at the manor were hectic lately and that party last night had done nothing to help. Then again, she *did* get to spend the evening with Kurt, even if she couldn't remember how they got in that tree. The parking lot for commuter students was predictably full, so Cassie spent an extra five minutes locating the lone space in the far lot. With the long walk, she was over 20 mintues late for her Psychology of Death and Dying class. Cassandrea was thankful for the darkness of the lecture hall as she slipped into a seat at the back of the room. "You didn't miss much," a student whispered to her. "Nothing except my first class and the beginning of this one," Cassie grimaced. "Well, I can promise you that it was as boring as always." "Yeah, no kidding. It's like bonus nap time." Yawning, as if to prove her point, Cassandrea got a good look at the girl next to her, cringing when she realized it was Alison Blaire. /Dios mio, she better not try anything stupid. What am I talking about? Blaire is the epitome of flashy and stupid and here I am sitting next to her./ As if on cue, Alison tapped her on the shoulder. "How about we liven it up a bit, hmm?" /How about we don't?/ Cassie cringed. "Alison, let's not--" Too late. Alison put her headphones on and pressed play on her discman. As the techno music blared into her ears, the blonde wiggled her fingers and shot sparks of light toward the podium. The mini fireworks show earned cheers and shouts from the crowd of students. Professor Gooedy, on the other hand, was *not* amused. Cassandrea covered her face with her hand and slouched down, trying to disassociate herself from the tactless mutant. OOC: Yeah. I know. I threw in a new character. I was bored and this was so something Dazzler would do anyway. More info on her here.
poster: nacey date: 6 February 2002, 10:33pm EST I was on my way to my punishment when a yellow dash came and grabbed me. "Hey Maxie!" She hugged me tightly and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Feelin' arright after yesterday?" I groaned, "You really need to ask me that?" "Oh yeah! The public technicolour announcement this morning! HAhahaha!" She shook her head and slapped me on the shoulder. "Man! I am SO writing that down in the Book of Cool." Aaah. The Book of Cool. The book where Jubilee recorded her 'cool' life at Mutant Academy. She then hissed out of the blue. "Speaking of Cool, and totally UNcool - Kitty and I were talkin' on the phone to Cassie. Apparently that little jerk-off Dazzler was showin' off in her class today. Ugh!" Jubilee snarled. "Like she's the only one with flashy powers! Big hooey, I say." I smiled patiently and patted Jubilee no the shoulder. "Yes Jubes. Dazzler may try, but she'll never have the pizzazz or ability to wear yellow so well like you do." Jubilee looked to me soberly, putting her hand over her heart. "You know... that means a lot to me. It really does." I smiled. "So! Where you off to anyways?" I tried not to scowl. "Mr. Summers' office." "Oh? This about gettin' caught?" "Yeah. Professor Xavier made Sarah and I choose our own punishments. It was being cut off socially for the next few months or..." I looked pale. "Or..." "Well... I have to report to Mr. Summers... I'll be detailing the Blackbird with him for the next three weeks." "Oooh," Jubilee screwed up her face with a look of 'ouch', "Quality time with Mr. Tighty-Whitey..." "Yeah," I said, looking ill. "I don't envy Sarah's punishment though..." Jubilee cocked a brow. "Oh?" I sighed. "She's assisting Jean in the infirmary for five hours a week." Jubilee gasped. "No! That's INHUMANE!" I nodded. "Yes. I'm glad the Professor is on our side. Most of the time anyways."
poster: Amezri date: 7 February 2002, 3:11pm EST
OOC: Yaaaay, fun time with Dazz Immediately after she said her goodbyes to Jubilee and Kitty on the phone, Alison had jumped to her side. "Was that a killer show in class today or what?" the blonde has exclaimed boisterously. "Yeah, fantastic," Cassandrea mumbled as she tried to make her getaway. Alison had been offered a place at the Academy earlier in the year, but she had practically laughed in the Professor's face. Rules were not for her, she had declared. Cassie had the misfortune of attending Sarah Lawrence her, having several classes together in fact. "Listen, I've got class in a few so --" "Hey, why don't we take a little trip to the park. I hear there's some great street performers there! All that music. I could really liven the place up!" Alison had already grabbed Cassandrea's hand and started dragging her off. /This is not amusing,/ Cassandrea grimaced. "Alison, I'm not going to the park." "Come on," she tsked. "It'll be fun! Us muties gotta stick together." Having had enough, Cassie shifted her hand and pulled out of Alison's grasp. "I said, I'm not going to the park. I have class. And then I'm going home." "Home?" she scoffed. "The prison that X set up for you guys?" Blaire rolled her eyes. "The Academy is *not* a prison. And what is your problem, anyway? The Professor can teach you how to control your powers." "I *already* know how to control my powers, girly. Little music is all I need." To illustrate her point, she turned up the volume on her discman and started shooting balls of light. Appalled by her lack of discretion, Cassandrea ripped the headset off her head, elliciting a yelp from the dazzler. "What in goddess' name is wrong with you?" the indigo haired girl shouted. Lowering her voice she hissed, "you can't just use your powers in public like that." "Another one of Xavier's rules, huh?" She snatched her headset back. "I can do without those *and* your prof's training. I've done just fine on my own." "Fine," Cassie said with an infuriated sigh. "But you're going to make it worse for the rest of us. People don't deal well with things that are different." "Whatever, you goodie-two-shoes. But I," she flipped her hair, "am going to have some fun. Later!" With a beaming smile, Alison Blaire turned on her heel and left. Cassie sighed. She really should follow Alison and try to keep her under control. What if the Brotherhood got to her? /So what if they did?/ she thought sardonically, heading toward her next class.
poster: Jen date: 8 February 2002, 11:40pm EST OOC: See if you can spot the thing a student said to me this week. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell the Professor just what he could do with his quality time with Dr. Grey, but one look at the pained look on Max’s face and I bit the bullet. How bad can it be? It’s just fifteen hours. "You’re late." Lovely. She’s in a mood. I will be pleasant even if it kills me. Mr. Logan better appreciate this. "Sorry ma’am. Mr. Logan’s class ran over." "I thought punctuality might be one of your more positive attributes. I guess not." "And I thought graciousness might be one of yours. I guess we were both wrong." Okay, there goes pleasant. "Well, we have a lot of time to work on that, don’t we?" I see where this is going. I’d love to tell her where to get off, but I promised Mr. Logan I’d at least try to get along with her. How long until I turn eighteen? "What is it I have to do for you today, ma’am?" And today’s grunt work will be...? Room confinement is looking better and better. "You know, Sarah, alcohol - " "Could you just not talk to me?" Cause like being lectured while scrubbing the med lab will definitely go beyond my adult tolerance threshold. "Excuse me?" Jean gasped, her eyes going wide. "I asked you not to talk to me," I snapped. "I think the remaining um... fourteen hours and forty-six minutes will go much better that way."
poster: nacey date: 11 February 2002, 10:22pm EST The Blackbird may have been small compared to other types of aircraft, but as I stood before that thing it seemed like the largest hunk of metal I'd ever seen. And I could see in the cracks the grimy build-up from New York's oh-so-wholesome air. I could feel a groan building in my throat, and I knew this was going to be a long few weeks. There was a slap on my shoulder, and turning I met the features of the Fearless Leader himself. Cyclops smiled grimly and folded his arms. "Hello Max." I sighed. "Hey." "Well, the Professor had a talk with me-" "I know, I know. Can we skip the lecturing and just get on with the cleaning?" Cyclops tapped his all-American square jaw. "You've been hanging around Sarah a little too long, I think." I narrowed my eyes at him for that one. The guy just grinned. "Listen - I'm not going to lecture you. We're gonna clean this Birdy up, then we're gonna have a talk - man to man, okay?" Oh Gooooood. Man to Man talking with Cyclops?! Hell, I would have preferred to just get on with the freakin' detailing!! "I'll just get the cleaning stuff," Cyke said, and he jogged off like he was in a cereal commercial. I expected him to come back with a tooth-pick and a toothbrush. He came back with this thing that looked like a freakin' machine gun attached to a hose. "Dude... what's that?" Cyke smiled. "It's what I clean the Blackbird with." I looked to the 'Bird, then to Cyke. "I thought you were gonna make me clean it with a paintbrush or something." Now the dick began to laugh at me. "No, no. No scrubbing, Max. It'll ruin the paint-job." Oh geez. This guy was priceless. "Besides - I'd rather talk to you than punish you. So here..." He handed me the gun. "You just have to give it a once over every time you see me. Then we'll go hang out for a bit. How's that sound." I gave a weak smile and nodded, and the guy slapped my shoulder roughly. "Fantastic! Let's get started then." Oh... kill me now.
poster: Jen date: 13 February 2002, 11:39pm EST OOC: Thanks to Nacey for rescuing this mess. Jean’s eyes widened at the brazen disrespect. Having students who were rebellious wasn’t unusual, but having one be this vocal about it was. "I, or any other adult in this school, will talk to you anytime we want, is that clear?" Sarah blinked. A comment like that usually guaranteed a loss of composure. Dr. Grey was... interesting. "Crystal, ma’am. I do believe you were saying something about the evils of alcohol..." "I think you're old enough to know them by now, Sarah," said Jean, sitting down on a stool and clasping her hands over her knee. "The thing that really bothers me is that you felt you had the right to take what wasn't yours." Sarah opened her mouth to speak and shut it again. There really wasn’t anything to say to that. The silence lengthened and Sarah shifted uncomfortably under Jean’s patient gaze. "What is it you want from me?" Sarah spat. "An apology? A promise not to do it again? You’re not going to get either." "It doesn't matter what you say to me, Sarah," Jean said. "It's that you understand that what you did was wrong. And if you don't understand, and you don't feel bad for the fact that you've deprived the Professor, a man that's done a lot of good things for you, of a bottle of very fine whiskey, then we're going to be spending a lot of time together in the future, I expect." Sarah shrugged. "I didn’t ask to come here and spending time with you punishes you as much as me. So, you gonna teach me how to use all this fancy gear?" Sarah asked with a smirk, "Or will I be spending the interminable future scrubbing stuff?" "It doesn't punish me, Sarah. Your company doesn't bother me at all. And, you did ask for it - by breaking the rules." Jean sighed and looked to the equipment. "This 'fancy gear' took me years to learn how to use, Sarah. If you wanna play with those, I suggest medical school. For now..." Jean slid out a tray of beakers. "You can sterilize these." Sarah picked up the beakers and sighed. She hoped Max was having more fun than she was.
poster: Amezri date: 18 February 2002, 9:21pm EST
OOC: Mmm.. sweet, sweet therapy. Thanks for the tip, Jen /Oh crap, hide me!/ she thought in a panic. Today was definitely not a good day people-wise. First the incident with Alison and now her own private stalker was making his way towards her. "Cassandrea. Hey!" he waved, slithering over to her. Dressed casually in khakis and a button-down oxford shirt, Ben made his way to her side and draped an arm around her shoulders. "Where've you been? I left a bunch of messages on your voice mail." Trying to act as casual and aloof as she could manage, Cassie smiled and stepped out of his reach. "Yeah, I've been busy. Lots of stuff going on. You know how that is." Her eyes darted around the quad, looking for a familiar face. She'd only known Ben for a short time and he seemed like a nice enough guy - but then the calls started. Nothing obscene, but pieced together they made for some really unsettling messages. She didn't even know how he got her number. Cassie hadn't told anyone about them, feeling a little bit embarrassed at the unwelcomed attention. Anyway, she figured, she could handle one normal human - no matter how freaky. Mutant superpowers and all. "Yeah, I know. Being in school sucks." He flashed a crooked smile. "Hey, I'm going to get something to eat. Want to come?" "No, thanks," she said through a forced smile. "I'm meeting someone in a little while." She turned and started walking towards the parking lot. Ben dashed in front of her, blocking her path. "Come on, just a quick snack or something. Hey listen - I'll pay. My treat." She slitted her eyes. "I don't think so," she hissed, side-stepping him. She was well aware that Ben was still following her as she walked quickly to her car. She cursed as she remembered that she had parked in the far lot this morning. There were few cars at this hour and no other students present. Even in broad daylight, the scene made her nervous. "Look, Ben, I'm really sorry, but I have a ton of things to do. I'm going home, okay? I'll.. .see you." Ben frowned then, as Cassie unlocked her doors. "Cassie, wait..." Cassandrea opened her door and sighed. "What?" The boy looked down at the pavement and ran a hand through his hair. "I just... I thought you liked me, you know? Because I like you. A lot. You're... beautiful." /Okay, that's it. He's really starting to scare me now./ Cassie did a really dumb thing then - she didn't get in her car. "Look, that's really flattering, but I have a boyfriend." /Good, go for the "my boyfriend is going to kick your ass defense."/ "And.. I've never really thought of you that way." "That's not true!" /Don't taunt the psycho!/ a part of her brain was screaming. /Get back in the car!/ Cassandrea, however, didn't always do the smart thing. "Which part is that?" she snorted. "You don't have a boyfriend. I've never seen him! You never talk about him--" "To you. I never talk about him to you--" "And I've seen the way you look at me. The way you're dressed when we meet." Cassandrea froze. /What the hell?!/ "Listen, I don't know what your problem is, but I have *never* looked at you in any way other than the way that you are a guy I know. And I don't *dress* for *you.* I don't even know when I'm going to see you! You just creep up on me! Like some.. some.. stalker!" /Oh, yeah. That was real smart./ "Stalker? You think I'm a stalker?" "Ben, let's just drop it, okay?" "No. You think I'm a stalker. I didn't mean... I never meant for you to think that about me. I just... really like you." With a pitious smile, Cassandrea moved to get in her car. "I'm sorry, Ben." "Yeah, me too," he said quietly. "Hey." She turned to face him, gasping when his eyes turned into cold, black pools. "I didn't want it to be this way." He grabbed her head and slammed it into the door frame, rendering her unconscious. OOC: Wow, okay it was sick how easily this came. I have more, but I will torture you with antici....pation.
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