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poster: nacey date: 6 May 2002, 11:48am EST It was great, watching Xavier work his magic on the new student. I don't know if she was buying it at all, but it was obvious Xavier gave a crap about her. "So... you let me here, and I don't pay you money, and I do what - learn stuff?" "Indeed." A nice smile. Good one. "What do you get out of it?" "The knowledge that I've helped a fellow human being, my dear girl. Now, you wouldn't be here of your own volition if you weren't interested, am I right?" Annie gave a wary pause. "Once you are here, Annie, you are not forced to stay. You can leave at any time. Take all the time you want in deciding, it's up to you." Things went on like that for a bit, and I kinda faded out. I was gazing out the window, thinking about how Sarah was doing. I was so proud of her, she was really a part of the crew now. I should probably go see what she's up to. "And I'm sure Max here won't mind showing you around, and attending to your needs until you settle in?" What? Oh. Well I was expecting that. I smiled and nodded. "Sure, no problem. I can introduce you to a few of the girls, make sure you get a nice room, all that jazz. Who's she staying with, Professor?" "She's in the room next to Cassie and Sarah." "Sure, okay. You ready for the tour, Annie?"
poster: Allison date: 13 May 2002, 1:27pm EST I suppressed a groan when Max suggested meeting the ‘girls’. I wasn’t entirely sure how to act around most girls; I spent sixteen years of my life at the end of a cul-de-sac populated entirely by boys and they were my best friends, even if they did see fit to duck tape me to a tree one lunch period during freshman year. Of course neither gender looked particularly peachy at this point, if the group in the parking lot were par for the course. *** "This is Hank’s classroom, he teaches science like Dr. Grey teaches French, entirely in a foreign language," Max said, motioning towards an empty classroom. It’s not that Max wasn’t interesting, really he was just fine, but my body was screaming for sleep. Months of driving at night and sleeping through the day had tweaked her body clock and seeing as it was the middle of the afternoon, it was fighting consciousness. After about the fiftieth yawn Max got the hint, "What do you say I show you to your room?" I felt my face brighten, "Really?"
poster: Jen date: 14 May 2002, 10:46pm EST I checked my watch. Dinner was almost over. I debated going up, to see if Max got Angie no - Annie, to come back to see, but I wasn’t totally sure I was completely in control. Better not to risk losing it the mess hall and if I wasn’t going to be completely humiliated by Mr. Worthington at the board – AGAIN – I’d better go study. Me and my geometry book. Just what a girl’s dreams are made of. Not. ~~~~~~~~~ I smirked. Max was doing his best to be a good tour guide, but Annie looked like all she wanted was several hours of blissful unconsciousness. I was with her there. That nap I called a night’s sleep, really wasn’t cutting it. Well, this was going to go well. She’s watching me like she expects me to, I dunno… jump her or something. I’m not, but I ain’t getting too close either. Whatever was up with her arms, I’m staying out of her reach. Or a few extra feet. Who knows if that preview I got was everything? "You decided to stay." "Yeah, well, it was stop the car, or become roadkill." "I wasn’t gonna hit you," Max grumbled. "I was in total control." "Oh yes, that purple death trap is so faith inspiring." "It’s a good car." We both gave him the ‘yeah right’ look. Annie yawned and I jumped back, putting an extra foot or two between us. She shot me an evil look and asked if her room somewhere on this hall. "Uh yeah," Max said, shooting me an equally dirty look. "You’re right here next to Sarah." I can see that thrills her about as much as it does me. Thankfully her exhaustion is winning out and I don’t have to make any more small talk. She shut the door and I headed to my room, but Max grabbed my arm, stopping me. "What the hell was that about?" "What?" "The cold shoulder you just gave Annie." "I wasn’t any colder to her than I am to anyone else," I said backing into my room. "I need to study. I'll see you tomorrow." I shut the door in his face and leaned my head against it. Just when I thought things were getting better...
poster: Allison date: 16 May 2002, 1:54am EST "Jesus Christ," I muttered. I mean, this morning was an accident, it’s not as though I asked for super stretch limbs. And if she’s here she’s bound to be a super freak too, hypocritical bitch. With that cheery thought I kicked the bedpost; my thick soles saved me from most of the pain. The bed was neatly made and extremely plain, but this wasn’t a beauty contest so I roughly pulled back the covers. I grumbled and unlaced my boots, all the while cursing Sarah, genetics and the lack of In-and-Out Burger restaurants outside of the southwest. I pulled off my sweatshirt and kicked off one shoe, the other followed in suit. Except the second one was launched out of the window, the closed window. I heard a loud thud from below and someone yelp and another voice call out, "Hey Johnny, you all right?" "Yeah, I’m fine, barely," ‘Johnny’ replied. "Sorry!" I called out through the new hole, and briefly contemplated retrieving my boot before deciding against it. This day was going badly enough so far, no reason to perpetuate it by introducing myself as the boot launcher. So I crawled into the bed and buried myself beneath the covers, praying for a solid 10 hours, something I hadn't expeirenced in months.
Archivist's note: This post has been moved up in order better follow the timline. poster: cammogirl date: 20 May 2002, 5:20am EST OOC: Hey girls, it's just me. I figured, to stop confusion, I'll register another name and get a nice little Cammo icon for it. For now we have a surfie birdie. Wee! Allison - did you want me to make you a nice VooDoo icon too? Anyway, my character sheet is up in the other forum. I was out for a nice night walk. I liked to walk when the grounds weren't so crowded. I was walking down the path that went by the dormitory wings, enjoying the brisk night air. You only got brisk night air three months of the year back home in Perth. The rest of the year you were treated to stifling heat. I kinda missed it. My friends often found it endlessly funny that I wore jumpers when it was sunny, even though it was cold to me. The found it even funnier that I called sweaters 'jumpers' in the first place. I saw Johnny up ahead, jogging to the driveway to meet the pizza boy no doubt, as I'd heard he and a few of the boys were having a video night. He was under a window when a boot came bursting from the closed window, glass and the boot in question raining down on Johnny. Johnny leapt aside, rolling into the bushes to miss the glass, the boot sailing into the bush after him. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Jesus... Hey Johnny! You all right?!" "Yeah I'm fine!" he muttered, rolling out of the bush, "Barely." I came racing up and helped him to his feet. "You cut?" "Naw," he said, "I'm getting the pizza and then I'm getting out of these clothes though... I'm covered in glass." "Okay." Johnny shook himself, then ran off towards the driveway. I looked to the mess there, rubbing the back of my neck in wonder. Either somebody chucked a thrombo or they had an accident. I figured somebody would come for their boot, and me being the curious cat that I was, I was going to wait to find out. I didn't have to wait too long. The light in the window of the room went on and off, and before too long a strange looking girl emerged from the first floor foyer into the main courtyard of the gardens. She shot around the corner, running along in her socks (she should put some shoes on, she'll ruin her nice socks) and I was about to jump out and stop her from running any further but it was too late. Her feet went right into the broken glass. She cried out, ouching and owing and hopping on the spot. I ran forward. "Hey! Are you all right?" "Do I look like I'm all right?!" Woah, angry. And... new girl. With weird hair. She looked up at me, narrowing her eyes for a moment before sighing in pain. "Okay... stupid question, but we need to get you to Doc Grey before you get infected." "Infected?" I brought her arm over my shoulder and looked ahead. "Just lean on me and hop." She swore under her breath, and did this with some difficulty. Poor thing. Couldn't be a good start here. I smiled a little, offering her my free hand. "Uhm... my name's Cameron, by the way." "Hi," she said with grit teeth. "I'm Annie." I nodded. "Cool. So when did you get here?" "Today," she said, hissing as we approached a short set of steps. "Needless to say it's not going very well." I smirked. "Well, that's one thing you'll learn. Nothing ever goes smoothly here." "Oh? Why's that?" I tilted my head. "Because it's organized chaos here. I think Xavier is secretly hiding his rich eccentric personality and gets some sort of excitement out of seeing a couple of hundred students slowly killing each other." "Jesus..." "You said it." "So are you in any classes or..." "Oh," I checked to make sure she wasn't bleeding too much on the expensive carpets and had her walk on the polished wood. "I finished high school before I came here. I'm in tertiary courses." "Oh... they have those here?" "Yup." I got her to Doctor Grey, and Doctor Grey tended to her in the above-ground infirmary. She tended to go there when tending to the students that hadn't been initiated into the whole 'X-Men' thing. It was a double dose of security really, it was the reason I didn't mention to Annie that I was actually in the initial training stages of being an X-Man myself. Annie assured me that she was fine with Jean, and so I loped off to bed. I was really tired. I was also glad that Annie understood my accent. It was really frustrating trying to talk to some Americans when they couldn't understand my broad Australian accent. Generally they were all used to me though. I collapsed into bed and thought I should help Annie to class tomorrow. OOC: Yeah, Jen, Cammo is 19 - well through with high school. It's okay - I've written around what you did. :)
poster: nacey date: 18 May 2002, 2:33pm EST There was a door between me and the woman I loved. A door has never stopped Max Stockard before, and I'd be fucked if this was the day it did. My head cleared from my automatic "new student" protectiveness that I tended to get these days, and I realised that perhaps the fact that I was showing around a female student bothered Sarah. To be honest, I didn't even notice Annie was female. Not that she wasn't cute, but my mind and my hormones sing sonnets to Sarah 24/7. I knocked on the door. "Go away!" I knocked again. "I mean it!" Sarah cried. "I'm not going anywhere." "Fine. Have fun sleeping in the hall." I grit my teeth. She was so damned difficult. God I loved it. I sighed, leaning against the door. "You know what babe? I'm going to. I'm going to curl up here in the hall and sleep like a kitten. You know why? Cause I love you." I turned around and shouted down the hall. "Hear that everyone?! I love Sarah!" She wrenched open the door and dragged me inside. "Will you shut up? You're embarassing yourself!" I chuckled as she pulled me in, and I nuzzled her, my nose touching hers. "Do you love me?" Sarah shoved me back. "Don't touch me!" It was like she punched me. I had totally forgotten she was really touchy about this subject. She pushed me with such a force, I just tumbled back, my body slamming against the door. I gazed at her, my eyes sore with tears. "What did I say?" She narrowed her eyes at me. "If you need company so badly, Annie's next door. Otherwise, go away." I frowned. "What?" I was confused, totally and utterly. "What does Annie have to do with any of this?" "Oh please." Sarah rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry I was cold to her. Ok? You can go back next door and make her feel all better now." I ran my hands through my hair, a growl deep in my chest. "I don't fucking believe this... What makes you think I'm interested in her in any way whatsoever?" "You smell like her." "So?" "Didn't I tell you I needed to study?" I took a hold of her shoulders then, gazing into her eyes, my voice lowering to a lusty growl. "I wanna smell like you." "And I want you to leave." I felt my eyes suddenly burn. Oh for Christ's sakes. Why did I have to be such a pussy? Er... puns aside. I was always the kid in school that got teary eyed at the slightest provocation. "You're too sensitive for your own good, Stockard!" I could remember my PE teacher telling me. He was an asshole anyway. Dad always told me that I could share anything with him and Mom, and that crying wasn't a sign of weakness. Dad also lost his job for being a Mutie Sympathiser. I'd long lost control, and the hot salty tears spilled down my face. I pushed myself away from Sarah, sitting on the edge of her bed, burying my face in my hands. "Why... why do you do this to me?" "I..." There was no sigh. Just a falling of something. "You deserve someone who can love you and who can give you all the things you want and I can't." I looked up to her. Tears fell freely now. "You really believe that?" She looked away, her arms wrapped around herself. "I can't say those words and I don't know if I ever can and that's not fair to you." I jumped up then, walking to her, running my hands over her shoulders. "The words are nothing to me Sarah, if you don't mean them. All that matters to me is that... is that I know the feeling is there." I touched my forehead to hers, the tears spilling down my face dripping onto my singlet. "You give me all that I want, and all that I need. If I know that you feel something for me then - the words don't matter. You matter." "Can you really live with that?" I sighed, cradling her face and sighing. "I can't live without you." "I'm a pain in the ass," she said. "But if that's what you're in to..." "You know what I'm into," I said, tracing the curve of her jaw. I frowned then. Something in me couldn't forget the flatness in her eyes when I had professed my love for her. It stang and bit into me. I could forget it tonight, but could I keep on forgetting it? I didn't need those specific words, but I needed to know I was more than a good fuck in the evenings. I stroked her face, gazing into her eyes with fear in my own. God... I needed her more than I'd ever needed anything. "Can I just ask you one thing?" She lifted a brow. "Why me?" She blinked, clearly not expecting the question and for a minute I was afraid she was going to brush it off with one of her classic abrupt-change-of-topics, so I was rather shocked when she actually started talking. "You treat me like... like I'm somebody. Like I can be me, as messed up as I am, and you're ok with that. You risked you life for me and asked nothing in return. And I don't know why or how, but everything inside me says ..." I didn't dare say anything. My breath halted in my throat, my fingers paused at her soft skin. "I'm supposed to be with you." It was all I needed to hear. I collapsed in her arms, embracing her tightly, trying valiantly to fight the soft sobs in my throat. "Thank you," I breathed into her shoulder, "It's all I needed to hear. Thank you." I felt her lips then, soft on my hair. It was all I needed. It was a little frightening, needing someone as much as I needed her, but holding her, and knowing how she felt, suddenly I was comforted. I knew she was as uncertain and feeling as crazy and as afraid as I was. I wasn't sure how long we held each other, we soon lost track of time. For a little while, I let myself get lost in her. OOC: Hehehe... so much for sleep, eh Allison? ^_^
poster: Allison date: 19 May 2002, 6:18am EST Well if this isn’t disturbing I don’t know what is. I just laid my head down on the pillow when Max and Sarah started arguing next door, it got quiet for a second and then the moaning started. The same sort of moaning I heard when I was four and walked into my parents bedroom. I tried blocking the noise out with the pillow but it didn’t work. Then the mental pictures started up. I was out of that room as fast as humanly possible. Talk about inconsiderate. I decided to hunt for my shoe, and get some of my stuff out of the car. I sped down the stairs in my Ghost buster socks, and found a large foyer. I opened the door and found myself outside, not where I had pulled up earlier; this was more of a gathering place than a parking lot. I walked along the wall glancing up and looking for my broken window. I finally spotted it, but I was so busy looking up and not using my brain cells, that I tread across some broken glass and cut my foot. "Yehhhh! Ow ow ow ow ow!" I grabbed my bleeding foot and hopped away from the evil shards. A blond boy came jogging over, "Hey are you all right?" I bared my teeth, "Does it look like I’m all right?" "Ok, stupid question, but we need you to get to Doc Grey before you get infected." "Infected?" Blond guy just put my arm over his shoulder, "Here lean on me and just hop." Can I just say I suck at hopping.
poster: Jen date: 19 May 2002, 6:48pm EST I took my seat and laid my pencils and notebook, dreading Mr. Worthington’s arrival. I really shouldn’t have gone back to Max’s room after... well after, but it seemed so important to him. It’s not as if the hour of studying I would have gotten before dropping into unconsciousness would have really helped either given the looks of the ‘warm-up’ equations on the board. Annie limped in wearing one dull and badly scuffed boot on one foot and a fuzzy Blue’s Clues slipper on the other. Cameron helped her into the seat beside me and handed her her pack, before leaving for his own class. I barely suppressed a groan. Of course she had to be in my class. It was the way of the universe. What the fuck is it about this girl? First Max, now Cameron? This fragile innocent air of hers just draws the guys like moths. It’s disgusting. And injured too? Every guy in the building will be falling at her feet. Annie was the least of my problems I realized not 2 minutes later when Mr. Worthington asked me to the board to ‘show the class’ how to solve the first warm-up question. Show the class how fucking stupid I am maybe. I stood before the hopelessly mired equation for all to see, with the usual chuckles coming from around the room. And he just had to fucking ask. At least his "could someone help her out" was more polite than the usual "Sit down, Cadet. Perhaps we should forget about math and send you off to learn hairdressing." I knew whose hand went up first without even having to turn around. God was fucking with me again. This was going to be a long semester. On the bright side, come next semester I wouldn’t have to be in class with her anymore, since I’d be repeating this one. I slipped back into my seat debating between ignoring her and thanking her, but I promised Max I'd be nice to her. "'Thanks for the assist." "My pleasure." Right. "Nice slipper." "Thank you." "I have brushes and polish," I said, pointing at her boot as soon as class was over. "If you want to borrow them." "That's ok, I don't need to paint my nails." Nails? What the fuck is she talking about? "Brushes. Polish." Totally blank look. How can anyone be this...dense. Ok, go with blunt. "Your boots are a disgrace." "They are for walking, I don't need them to double as a mirror. If I need one, I'll borrow yours." I ran those brats into the ground this morning for being rude to her and I tried to be nice to her and now the bitch is going to make fun of me? No fucking way. "Your boots are a reflection on your person. So are your clothes. I guess you’ve never heard of an iron either." "So your clothes reflect that you’re a tight ass?" The hiss came rolling out, low and menacing. "I may be a tight ass, but at least I have some pride. How you walked out of your quarters looking like that is beyond me." "I didn’t walk. I limped. Thanks to you." "What the hell did I do to you?" "Ooooohh oh Max ohh. Get the picture?" Oh. My. God. "You could hear us?" "The growling was a little hard to tune out. Next time could you go to his room? Or at least give a girl some warning? So I can get as far away as possible." It’s not like we’ll be keeping her up all the time. Hell, it was the first time Max’d even been in my room. And it wasn’t like we were keeping her up after Light’s Out. "I’ll send you a schedule," I snapped and headed for my next class. Max could just kiss my ass as far as his request to be nice to her went.
poster: Allison date: 20 May 2002, 10:46pm EST "In triplicate please," I called after Sarah when she stormed out of the classroom. She was pissing me off! First she insults my boots and then flies off the handle when I joke about hers, how does that work? I mean, I said I’d borrow them and you share stuff with friends, right? Apparently not. I grabbed my backpack and shoved my papers inside; using the desk I hoisted myself on to my good foot and hobbled to the door, keeping the pressure off of Blue. I was a few steps down the hallway when Cameron grabbed my arm. "What are you doing, I told you to wait for me," he admonished. "I’m a big girl Cammo, I’m not made of porcelain," I rolled my eyes; the fight with Sarah had me a bit tetchy. "But your foot-" "Is miraculously still attached to my leg, do you want to see?" I leaned against the wall and pulled up the tiger striped sweats. "See? It moves too!" "Fine, let’s get you to class smart ass. After English I’ll meet you for lunch," Cameron dropped me off in front of the door this time instead of escorting me in. I sat down at the closest desk to the door; everyone else was closer to the front of the class but I didn’t feel like moving that far up. The teacher, Ms. Munroe, gave me my very own copy of The Grapes of Wrath before she lectured on it for the rest of the period. Luckily I escaped any and all questions seeing as I hadn’t read the book before. The bell rang and my classmates quickly fled the room, since I’d promised Cameron I’d wait, I took my time packing up. "Annie, do you think you can read the first four chapters by our next class?" Ms. Munroe asked from her desk. "Uh, sure..."I answered. Hopefully she won’t notice if I just use Spark notes... She began moving things around her desk like she was looking for something, worried that it was more homework I hopped out of my chair and out of the door as gracefully as I could. I had just propped myself up against the wall to wait, when Max spotted me. "Hey Annie, you want to get some lunch with me and Sarah?" Poor naïve little boy... "I’ll have to take a rain check; I’m meeting Cammo in a minute." "Ok, maybe later. Hey, what happened to your foot?" he asked sincerely. "Ask your girlfriend," I answered shortly. He looked confused, "Did something happen?" I sighed, "Don’t worry about it, just go have lunch." "Are you sure you don’t want to come?" he offered again. "Yes. I am very sure," I answered firmly. Max finally left, and I waited another moment before I spotted Cammo down the hall. "Want me to carry your bag?" he offered. "Nah, I’m fine, besides you’re all sweaty. What did you do go pump some iron, while I was stuck in class?" "Something like that," he responded vaguely. Weird guy, why lift weights in some smelly cramped room when you can play outside? Boys.
poster: Amezri date: 21 May 2002, 2:26am EST Admin note: Please remember to pick up where the last post left off. Keeps the weird timeshifts back and forth to a minimum. Flashbacks/expositions are okay, but keep the current time at.. current time. Thanks! OCC: Eh, I know, speeding up time. You hate me. It had been weeks since anyone had more than a brief glimpse of Cassandrea. Truthfully, she didn't want to be bothered. The first few days after that incident with Ben, everyone had gone out of their way to talk to her and make her feel at ease - Kurt, of course, had tried his best to reassure her that things were fine. In the end she just felt more alone. None of the faculty at the Insitute, for one reason or another, ever got around to talking to Cassandrea about treatment or counseling in the weeks following. Not that she would have listened. In her mind, it was her weakness that allowed it to happen. All her years of training at the Institute - the drills, the tests, the Danger Room simulations - were useless. She was weak; unable to defend herself against a lone mutant. She had been weighing her options carefully and there seemed to be only one clear option. If she wanted to be stronger, better, more vicious with her powers in a fight, there was only one person who could help her. *** Buzzing in at the gate of the old Hellfire Club, Cassandrea walked up the long driveway. She had convinced herself that this was the right choice - the only choice - and left the Institute without a single word to her friends. She sighed and reached for the doorbell, but before she got the chance to press it, the door creaked open. "You're late," a woman said cooly in an English accent. "I know." Cassandrea was still a bit shocked, even though she knew the woman's reputation well. "I mean, I'm sorry I'm late. I... I had to wait. So no one would see me leaving." The tall blonde scowled. "It's nearly 1 am." She silenced Cassandrea's next excuse with a look. "I don't normally take unannounced guests, but I can't turn away one of Xavier's students at my doorstep." She turned on her heel, beckoning Cassandrea to follow with a mental command. "We shall discuss your situation in the morning." "Thank you, Miss Frost." OOC: Yup, introducing another new character. The White Queen, aka Emma Frost, possesses various telepathic talents, including mind reading and thought manipulation. This version is a bit different from canon Emma. She's living in the old Hellfire Mansion (the Hellfire Club is no more) and the Hellions - the young mutants she was training a la Xavier) are dead. It's pre-diamond form, definitely pre-Generation X, and Emma strongly dislikes Xavier. The Marvel bio is here, along with a really bad picture.
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