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Poster:Angelface Posted on: 11:52 pm on Dec. 11, 2002 Can I just go back to bed and start this day over? Please. A second try at this morning isn't too much to ask of the universe is it? During science that unmannered toad Alex Frantzis kept making eyes at me. It was extremely difficult trying to pay attention to Dr. McCoy with him beating in my direction, especially since I have inferred that he hasn't brushed his teeth in the past three weeks. I barely managed to get mine brushed this morning myself. For some unknown reason, Annie decided to get up more than 5 minutes before her first class and took over the shower for almost an hour. I'd say she was trying to make herself pretty, but given what she looked like when she came out... I had to rush to make class. Obviously Sarah didn't bother to rush, as she's not here. Again. But I tried to continue the project with out her in the library during study hall, but while I was looking for a book, Pirates of the 16th Century, I saw Annie and Cameron at one of the corner tables, obviously concerned in conserving chair space as she was sitting on his lap flipping through a binder as he tickled her and kissed her neck. It was down right disgusting. Even more so once Annie stopped trying to study and they began making out in the middle, ok back, of the library. Don’t they realize this is a public venue? Then I ended up having to leave the library for the sanctity of my room because Alex simply will not take a hint. One would thing “Go away and leave me alone” would work, but not for him. I guess I must add clueless to unbathed and unmannered where he is concerned. And of course, Dimitri hasn't called back yet. When I called last night, his roommate said he had rehearsal and wouldn't be back until late. I understand that. Once he starts to practice he loses all sense of time and he wouldn't have called after 9 or called while I'm in class so I shouldn't be upset, but for some reason I am. I think I just need to hear a friendly voice. There certainly aren't any amongst the students here. I was certain Alex was no longer around, but just to be certain I sneaked down the stairs and towards the phone. Oh for the love of… Somebody just has to be on the phone right now, don’t they? I glanced at my watch; I’d have to be quick if I wanted a shot at catching Dimitri during lunch. My word! I don't think the girl's suggestion is anatomically possible and certainly wasn't warranted. All I did was ask how long she was going to be and I get... verbally assaulted and growled at. Growled at. I really need to get out of this place. Heh, I can hear scolding on the other end of the line, wait, now she’s finally getting off. Well, if looks could kill I’d be six feet in the ground at this point. That girl really needs to learn some manners. "Here you go, and while you’re at it, try pulling that bug from your ass." I sniffed, “That was entirely uncalled for.” She shrugged. "Say that when someone's hassling you over use of the phone for half an hour." “I have a small window of opportunity to work with, and your usage was merely an inconvenience.” She grinned then. "Well, the world revolves around *you* now does it? Despite the fact I had important arrangements to make with my parents?" She crossed her furry arms and ticked a brow. "Well, why don't you stick your inconvenience right into your window of opportunity?" Honestly! Where were children getting this attitude these days? “Why don’t you take your uncouth attitude and find some one equally as crude? I’m sure Sarah can’t be too busy,” I muttered, dialing into the keypad. "Oh sure!" said the girl. "Man! Perfectly good innuendo wasted. Sheesh." I couldn’t help rolling my eyes as I listened to the ringing on the other line. I was about to hang up; sure that I'd missed him when he answered, quite breathless as if he'd run to the phone. I wondered briefly what else it would take... I shook that thought off. I have truly have spent far too much time in this place. I am degenerating to their level. “Hello,” he said panting. “Dimitri, It’s Angelica. Did I interrupt your practice?” “Angelica! Oh, no I wasn’t practicing, I was out in the hall when I heard the phone ringing, so I had to rush in,” he paused for a moment, “I had hoped it was you, my roommate mentioned you called.” I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face, but did manage to avoid giggling out loud. It wouldn't do for him to think I'm some silly schoolgirl. “Good. I'd hate to have interrupted.” “Well, I can’t say that I’d really consider it an interruption,” he said a bit shyly. “That's nice to hear,” I... purred. Oh my. Was that me? “Was there any reason you called? Do we need to reschedule Saturday?” “Uhm.. no, not really. I wanted to hear a friendly voice.” He gave a relieved sigh on the other end of the line, before asking, “Have you had a bad day?” “It's been... less than pleasant. Until now, that is,” I blushed furiously at my admission. “Well I’m happy to help,” I could almost hear his cute little smile, “Would you like to talk about it?” “Have you heard anything about the winter tour? Shut up in this place I haven't heard a thing.” “Yes, auditions are the second Saturday in November, will I see you there?” “Absolutely.” Of I have to walk in bare feet through the snow, I am not missing a chance to get out of here.” He laughed; he must have though it was a joke. “Oh come on, it can’t be that bad.” “You have no idea,” I said dryly. “Between getting saddled with a psychopath for my history project and the appallingly bad manners around here I have fleetingly considered dropping out and throwing myself upon the mercy of my grandmother.” “Why don’t you attend Juliard with myself?” he coughed, “Or with your friend Jane?” Shoot. I just stepped into this. I should have kept my mouth shut. “My parents wanted to see that my... other gifts were developed too. So I would more well rounded.” There. No lies, just twisted the truth a mite. “You mean you have gifts beyond your violin? If you are anywhere near as talented as you are with your instrument, I must say your classmates are lucky to have you.” I blushed and stammered, trying to think of what to say that wouldn't sound completely stupid, or worse childish. I was 'saved' from responding by a series of screams and squeals and dear God flashes of flame as two of the younger students chased each other down the hall. “Sounds like someone’s having fun over there.” “Oh no! If you will excuse me...” I dropped the phone and went to deal with the fire that was beginning to engulf the rug. At least Professor Xavier has the presence of mind to keep fire extinguishers handy. I was back in less than two minutes. I'm getting rather good at this. I should be. This is the second time since I've returned I've needed to put a fire out. “I'm so sorry, Dimitri. Minor accident.” “I hope no one was harmed, are you all right?” “The rug is fit only for the garbage, but I'm fine. Thank you for asking.” This blushing is getting quite out of hand. If I can't control it over the phone, what ever am I going to do when faced with him on Saturday? “Well, I do hope we won’t have to deal with any spontaneously combusting carpets, when I pick you up. I am looking forward to seeing you again.” “I can be pretty sure there won't be any spontaneously combusting carpets.” Deliberately or accidentally set ones on the other hand... “But you never know. It might be better if I just met you in the city.” I bit my lip. I wasn't being a coward; I was simply exercising... discretion. “Are you sure you could arrange transportation? How is your roommate by the way?” “Practicing mouth to mouth I'm sure,” I grumbled. I was getting to be afraid to go to my room anymore between what I'm forced to hear and now see...”I'm sure a ride won't be any trouble. I might need to come up a bit earlier though. If that's not too inconvenient.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to meet you at your school? I would like to see what it is like, where you spend most of your time.” I can just imagine the little smirk Mr. Worthington would have on his face at this moment if he were listening to this. He warned me. “I don't want to put you to any trouble or have you risk your life or anything,” I replied trying to sound light and airy even as a dark heavy ball lodged in my stomach. “I think you’d be worth the risk.” “Then picking me up at school it shall be.” We said our good-byes and I hung up, hurrying off to class, trying to quell my nervousness. I really liked him. I just hope he'll still like me when he finds out what I am.
Poster:Amezri Posted on: 1:04 am on Dec. 14, 2002 Rivervale, NY - 320 miles from Westchester Kurt glanced around cautiously; they'd made it all the way to the Black Queen's door and it wouldn't do to get caught now. "Cassie, come here." The girl stared at him. "This town is a pit. How do you even know that she's here?" "I have a contact." Kurt knocked on the door again. His tail flickered impatiently behind him. "You lie, elf." Hydra sneered. "What are you hiding?" The grand wooden door swung open, a woman wearing a bland, grey suit stared down at them. "We're here to see the Black Queen." Kurt took Cassandrea's hand, Hydra shooting him a withering glance. "Mr. Wagner." The woman looked at him in distain. "You're late." "Very sorry, Margaret," he said, bowing his head. "Could we go inside, please?" With a sour look, the woman nodded and waved them inside. "Wait here. I'll tell Ms. Black that you've arrived." Margaret made her way up a large staircase and disappeared around a corner. "You've been here before." Cassandrea frowned. He stepped away from her, pretending to admire the ornate wall hangings. "Yes." "What business have you had here?" Hydra hissed. "Not now, Cassie," Kurt growled. "Not now? We're in the Black Queen's mansion. They're being very nice to you, not attacking us and all. I think now would be an excellent time for an explanation." Kurt held his tongue. No one knew about his connection with the Black Queen - not even Xavier. The last person he wanted to tell was Cassandrea, but in her current condition, his former... mentor... was the only one who could help her. "You will tell us or we will leave, elf," Hydra snarled, a glob of water forming in Cassie's hand. "Now, now, children," a lightly accented voice chided. The Black Queen descended the staircase, dark hair flowing like water around her shoulders. Cassie looked up, fire in her eyes. "We won't be needing your services." "This is the girl you wish me to help? I would have expected more from you." Selene Black crossed the room, taking Kurt by the hand. "I didn't think you would ever come back here." Kurt smiled, earning a venemous glare from Cassandrea. "They couldn't help her." Selene graced the young girl with a sad glance. "Charles Xavier is a powerful telepath, but he is not... experienced enough to deal with this. Emma's mind alterations are very difficult to correct. He should not have removed you by force." "I don't need your pity," Hydra spat. "Stay here if you want Kurt, but we're getting out of here." Something about this place and that woman with the red eyes seemed very wrong - to *both* of them. Still, Cassie's heart sunk as Hydra took control, heading for the door. Kurt started. "Cassie - Hydra - wait! Please --" With a single thought, the Black Queen rendered the girl unconscious. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave that easily, my dear." ((OCC: More info on the Black Queen here and here ))
Poster:cammogirl Posted on: 4:51 am on Dec. 14, 2002 I'd been wandering around for a good half hour before I started to get worried about Max. He just wasn't anywhere, and I wanted to talk to him about his upcoming training schedules since Cyke was busy with Xavier and Kurt for the moment. When I'd looked everywhere I could think of, I finally went to look for Jean to tell her that not only Max, but Sarah were missing too. I found her in the Briefing Room, pacing back and forth, arguing with Cyclops and Xavier. "We should be out there helping them look for her," she said. "*I* should be out there. No offense to Storm or Beast but they don't have the telepathic capabilities-" "You will be sent to them once they've assessed the severity of the situation," said Xavier calmly. "I cannot have you in the presence of either Emma or Hydra with the power they possess. The risk of losing you is too great." They stopped, looking to me, and I shuffled awkwardly. "Sir," I nodded to Xavier. "What happened?" Xavier's worried look sobered. "Cassandrea has gone missing, along with Kurt. From what I've been able to sense through Cerebro, Kurt helped her escape. He doesn't seem to be in a panic and their movements have been steady." I frowned. "Okay..." "Was there something bothering you, Cameron?" asked Jean tiredly. "Yeah," I said. "I can't find Max or Sarah." Jean and Xavier glanced to each other before Jean looked to Cyke. Xavier's brow wrinkled a moment, and a flash of concern ran across his face. "They're not here," he said. He was quiet for a moment and added, "Logan is gone too." Cyke growled. "Stupid son-of-a-" "Cyclops," Xavier interrupted, "I want you to form a team. We need to stop them before they do anything unwise." Xavier wheeled out from behind the briefing table - he'd never done that before. Cyclops looked to him in askance. "Sir?" "I believe that this time, I should come with you," he said. "The fight is one that you cannot win alone." I quietly looked about me. I had to tell Annie about this. Right now. "Permission to go, Sir?" Xavier looked up to me. "Granted, Cammo. Please be prepared, however, to be called to duty at any moment." I nodded and strode off, determined to find Annie. (Edited by cammogirl at 4:52 am on Dec. 14, 2002)
Poster:Allison Posted on: 1:51 am on Dec. 16, 2002 I was in the rec room watching Batman cartoons and sucking on one of the lollypops Kevin sent me when Claire came to sit down beside me. I smiled at her, "Hey." She gave a nervous smile, but didn't make eye contact. It was weird, but I turned my attention back to the cartoon. I think it’s a crime that cartoon characters can be so damn attractive. I mean, honestly, it’s not as if they're even real, but watching Bruce Wayne flit about in his black costume is definitely entertaining. Not that it even remotely compared to Cam in his leather X-Men uniform. I mean rowr, I’d wager that there wasn’t anything near so pretty as that. Of course, him shirtless isn’t a bad sight either… “Umm, Annie?” Claire asked, breaking me out of my lecherous thoughts. “Yeah?” “Are you going to maybe be baking sometime?” I grinned, “Probably sometime, why? Have you got any requests?” She mumbled something quickly under her breath. “Huh?” “Could you maybe show me how?” she asked, finally making eye contact, timid as it was. “You, you want me to teach you how to bake?” Color me surprised as hell. “Well, yeah. If you wanted too… And had time.” I bounced off the couch, “Come on let’s go.” I was… touched. No one had ever asked me to teach them how to do anything. Her purple eyes lit up as she followed me off of the couch and into the kitchen. “So what do you want to learn how to make?” I asked washing my hands. She seems to have relaxed, so she sort of skipped over to the sink with me, “Cookies?” I nodded, wiping my hands on a paper towel, “What sort? Chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal…” “Peanut butter?” she offered. “Ooh good idea!” I said, pulling out the cookbook. “First we’re gonna need some butter, and flour…” ~~~~~~ “Do they look ok?” Claire asked as we pulled the first sheet out of he oven. “They look perfect, you did a great job,” I meant it too, they looked great and she had been a great student. “Can we try them, now?” she asked eagerly. “We have to wait a few minutes to let them cool.” She sighed and sat back on her stool, I grinned a bit at her slight pout. Then something caught the corner of my eye; Cam was walking past the kitchen. I’ll admit I just about pranced off the stool and out into the hall, “Hey! Look at you all walking and out of the chair,” I paused, “Does Jean know about this, has she given you the ok to start walking?” "No, she hasn't," he said, walking less bouncy than he usually did but otherwise fine, "But look, I can walk. How am I supposed to get better if I sit in a chair all day?" “I suppose you’re right, but don’t push it,” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, ignoring Claire’s giggle. "So what are you two up to then?" “I’m showing Claire how to make peanut butter cookies. They’re probably set to eat now,” I said, taking his hand and pulling him into the kitchen. No sooner had I said the words, and Claire had yoinked a few off the cooling rack. Cammo pulled a face. "Peanut butter *cookies*? Can't you yanks make anything *without* that stuff in it?" I gave him a look, “Yes, chocolate chip cookies. And what have you got against peanut butter cookies? Have you ever tried one?” "No, but I'm frightened..." I laughed, “Big bad X-man is afraid of an itty bitty cookie?” Cammo stood tall. "If I ate that horrid cake, I can eat this...” He grabbed a cookie and bit into it. "Ooh, yummy..." Claire lit up, as I smirked, “Are they really Cammo nodded to Claire. "They are so yummy my head nearly fell off." She grinned, “It did not.” Cammo looked serious and pointed to his neck. "No way, look, my neck is thinner...” He lolled his head about. "Thankfully my head wanted to stay connected cause my stomach had all the cookie mush..." At this point Claire and I were both giggling, “He’s a bit insane, but he’s right, you did a great job.” She blushed, and bit into another cookie. “Are you going to eat those all your self or do you want to share with some of your friends, or the teachers?” Cammo took up another one. "I reckon we should just stuff ourselves full!" I raised an eyebrow, “For someone who was dissing them before, you sure are awful piggy.” "Consider me converted," he said, stuffing another one into his mouth. I laughed again, leaning into him, “So what have you been up to, besides abandoning the chair?” He squirmed a little, eyeing Claire. "Uhm... been downstairs. Can't really talk about it right now though..." I was confused for a second and then, “Ohh, right umm. Hey Claire, what do you say we clean up in here and then you can go show your friends what you made?” He shifted a little as he watched Claire clean up, eyeing me meaningfully. I helped her finish quickly, anxious to find out what was so secrete; it didn’t take long as we had already begun to clean up while the cookies baked. When we were done she took a bagfull and scampered out towards the rec room. He sighed deeply at this. "Logan, Max and Sarah are gone. They've gone after Kurt and Cassie. Xavier thinks that Kurt took Cassie and ran away." I looked at him blankly, not quite sure if I heard what I thought I heard. "They're gone," he said. "Xavier is going to go too. This is... this is scary for me. They're talking about someone else... someone else rather than Emma Frost. Someone more dangerous." He frowned. "It's like - a war of the psychic mutants or something crazy like that. I kinda feel like a pawn." I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed him gently, “You’re not a pawn, nobody’s gonna sacrifice you. Besides, you’re still on the disabled list.” He sighed. "I walked into the briefing room. Jean didn't even glance at me. Xavier said for me to be ready to be on call." I felt myself stiffen, “But you just… They can’t… What if you get hurt again?” "I think they just need me to keep watch, to fly them places and to be back-up. I'm not on the frontline." I tucked my head into his neck, trying to stop my lip from quibbling, “Promise?” "Yep," he said. "I'm no use in this fight." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and sighed, “Eventually I try and stop being such a worry wart but… It’s gonna be hard, I just hated seeing you hurt like that. I never want to have to see that again. Ever.” He cradled my cheek and looked tender. "I'll do my best so that it won't. But..." He looks sad, regretful. "It's a part of my life, An. The risk will always be there. You know that don't you?" I leaned into his hand, “I know, I don’t like it, but I know.” He sighed. "I'm sorry that I do this to you." “No, don’t feel bad just cause I’m fretting. Besides, if you weren’t an X-man you wouldn’t have the uniform,” I said giving him a quirky grin. He grinned back at me and kissed me gently. "We can so have fun with that one of these days..." “Mmmm, you can count on it,” I said kissing him again.
Poster:nacey Posted on: 1:46 am on Dec. 21, 2002 Logan was pissed. Reaaaally pissed. He glared at Sarah when his eyes weren't on the road, and I was really nervous. "I don't know what the *Hell* you thought you were doing in there," he growled, "But you could've got us killed." "I didn't," Sarah said, looking away. "I got you a lead." Logan growled again. "You were lucky. You *ever* do that again and you better believe you won't know what hit you." "You wouldn't walk away without losing a limb," she countered darkly. Logan just sighed. "Princess, you're treading a thin line..." She just gave him a look. The car was silent after that, and Logan's mouth was working, as if he was battling for something else to say. I just sat in the back seat and shut up, like a good kitty. "By the way," he added. "Good work. Even if it was against my orders." Sarah actually dared to grin. I swear to God, she's on the list of young hotshots asking for a butt-kicking from Logan. Number one in the list is Jubilee. OOC: Sorry for the terrible Sarah!Character Assassination, but I just had to get a post out to move things along. Sorry about the wait, but I've been so hella busy. It's not good when you have to make Christmas presents for people cause you're so poor. Really! And organizing a huge Hobbit Party at the same time.
Poster:Jen Posted on: 11:09 pm on Jan. 2, 2003 OOC: Ack!! A week with no Internet and then 2 days without electricity. I was going into serious withdrawal. I actually considered driving an hour to get to an Internet café to get a ‘fix’. I am pathetic. Special thanks to Allison for the Logan dialogue. Rivervale is the invention of Cyn. Not even Creed could wipe this grin off my face. Good work. Heh. I did ‘good work’. Me. The eternal hot-headed screw-up did okay. Max just gave me a pained smile. I’m sure the first chance he gets he’ll be giving me the ‘Promise me you’ll be more careful’ speech and that comes right after “What the hell were you thinking?” I deserve it sure. In hindsight, talking back to Frost like that probably wasn’t smart, but damn, something about having her look at me and dismiss me got under my skin. Logan probably thinks I was trying to prove something to him. I wasn’t. It was her. She owned that room. Owned it. I've never seen any woman command a room like that. Jean tries, but Emma doesn't need to try – she just does. She could give me that - teach me that. I must be as crazy as Jean thinks I am to be even thinking this way. Emma Frost is dangerous and a clear definition of enlightened self-interest. Any woman that makes Logan nervous is one scary bitch. I could learn a lot from her, no doubt about that. And that thought that should worry me more than it does. We just passed the small sign saying Rivervale- Population 412 when Logan pulled off the side of the road grumbling “Wait here. I’m gonna call in.” Like we’re gonna go somewhere. It’s freezing out there and there’s two feet of snow if there’s an inch. “Penny for your thoughts," Max said, rubbing my shoulder. I smiled wanly. "I don't think they're worth that much." “They are to me.” “You’ll think I’m nuts.” “Sarah, I know you’re nuts and love you anyway.” I didn’t get the chance to respond as Logan was stomping back toward the truck. "Do you have a plan, or is it up to me again?" I asked, unable to resist teasing my mentor him as he climbed back into the truck. He snorted. "Course I have a plan, princess, don't you worry your pretty little head over it," he responded, turning the key in the ignition. “Do you intend to share? Or do we get to improvise? I’m real good at improvising." If I don’t shut up soon one of two things is going to happen: one – Logan’s going to kill me or two – Max is going to have a heart attack back there. “We’ll meet up with the X-Men and you’re going home. Max, Xavier wants you in on this. You up to it?” “Absolutley!” I saw red. He was going to ship me back to school like a useless little girl after I got the information for him. “Over my dead body I'm going back!” "Darlin' that's exactly what might happen if I were stupid enough to bring you along. You are out of your league. Have you forgotten what Cammo and the rest of the team looked like when they came back? Or that you were in med lab for a week after Magneto and Sabretooth got hold of you? And Magneto wanted you alive. Frost doesn't care." "I know that,” I said, trying to reign in my emotions. Logan would respond better if I were calm and logical. "But I don't think Frost will come if *you* call.” “It’s not up for discussion, princess,” Logan growled, slamming the truck into gear. “It dammed well should be.” I have gone and lost my mind. There’s no other explanation for this monumental stupidity. But in for a penny… “Sir, Frost responded to me – even if it as just a little bit it’s more than anyone else got. We’ll need her if anyone’s to undo what was done to Cassie. Please, sir, give me a chance.” Logan grunted and threw the cigar butt out the window. “"You do what I tell you, or so help me God..." “I won’t know what hit me. You know, you need a new threat.” That grumble sounded remarkably like “Smartass” to me. (Edited by Jen at 11:21 pm on Jan. 2, 2003) (Edited by Jen at 12:39 am on Jan. 3, 2003)
Poster:Amezri Posted on: 3:54 am on Jan. 3, 2003 "You didn't have to do that." Kurt placed a light kiss on Cassie's forehead. Still unconscious, she lay on a bed in one of the guest rooms. "Of course I did." Selene said coldly. "She would not listen to reason." "You don't know that," Kurt frowned, slumping into a wingback chair. "Fine, you do know that," he conceded, seeing the look on her face. "At least you could have given me some warning." Cassie had very nearly cracked her head on the floor. Selene smirked. "What is it that you want me to do for this girl, Mr. Wagner?" "This isn't a game, Selene," he sighed, grinding his teeth. She knew very well what he wanted but she was going to make him beg. "No, it isn't," she snapped, turning serious. "You come to me after six years, bringing a dangerous mutant to my home, and you expect me to help you?" She leaned over him, her delicate nose inches from his face. "Help from me comes at a price, Demon." Kurt was taken aback. He could count all the times she had called him "demon" on one hand and usually it meant she was really pissed off. "I have your payment." "Well then," Selene smiled coyly, her tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip. "Shall we?" She stood and held out her hand to him. "After you've helped Cassandrea, not before." The smile faded. "My, my. You've grown quite bold, Mr. Wagner. What sort of obediance has Xavier been teaching?" Kurt growled. "Very well," she sighed. "I will help your girl and then I will take my... payment." She smiled again at the mere thought. "You must understand, however, that her condition is very grave. If this is not handled properly, the other personality will take over and there will be nothing left of Cassandrea Reina save her human shell. I.. I will need help." "What kind of help?" Selene frowned like there was a bad taste in her mouth. "Use the phone in my office. I shall contact the other. She may not come." "Who do you want me to call?" {Charles Xavier,} she projected as she left the room.
Poster:Allison Posted on: 1:23 am on Jan. 4, 2003 OOC: Thanks to Jen for all the Remy help. You've got poor timing on the going to bed thing though I was glad to find the phone unoccupied, with Sarah and Max gone, and Cam down at the pool I didn’t have any other options for entertainment. I twisted the cord around my fingers as I dialed. He said he’d take it easy, and seeing as he’s an Olympic caliber swimmer I don’t have to worry about him drowning in the five-foot water, even if he isn’t in top shape. I sighed into the receiver as I listened to the ringing on the other end, its not like I expected anyone to be home in the middle of the day, so I wasn’t surprised when the machine switched on. “Hi you’ve reached the Gallagher residence neither Jim, Mag, Dan or An can come to the phone right now, leave a message and we’ll call you back… Ow! Dan, I was finally getting down a normal messa- *BEEP*” I grinned at the familiar message, “Hi mom, it’s me. Just calling to wish you a happy birthday, what is it, 47 now? You’re getting old. Makes sure daddy takes you someplace nice. So yeah, happy birthday, love you and I’ll talk to you later, bye!” I had rambled, but what can I say, I’m not good with answering machines. I sighed, looking at the phone, back in the cradle, I was glad I had called, I just wish I could have talked to her rather than the annoying machine. I rose from the chair and began to walk the halls, I was not in the mood to do homework. Before I realized where I was going I was in the gym, it was mostly empty, save a few people on the weights and Remy was on the mats, spinning a long stick with his healthy arm. He looked like Friar Tuck gone wrong. I sort of laughed to myself as my thoughts ran through my head. Remy obviously noted my amusement. “You want someting mon ami?” I shrugged, “Not really, just watching do your little tricks. I bet you were a Majorette in high school, weren’t you?” “Non, but don you go thinking I wouldn’t look great in one of dem uniforms,” he said with a smirk. I gave him an appraising look, “You really think you have the legs for one of those teensy skirts?” Remy looked offended, “What’s de matter wit de legs? Jubilee, she likes dem fine!” I couldn’t help it, I started laughing again. He shot me a look, “Don you have anyting better to do than sit dere and laugh at Remy?” “Nope.” “Den here,” Remy said tossing me a staff from the rack on the wall - which if course I missed earning me some chuckles from the other kids in the gym. “Might as well learn, non?” “I’m not real interested in pole vaulting thanks…” I trailed off as he lunged at me with his staff. Weakly I tried to block him, and I never got a chance to poke him before he had knocked me on my ass. "First, second and third of all: ow! Fourthly, did I ever give you any sort of notion that I had the least bit of hand-eye coordination?" I asked. Bastard wasn't even gonna try to help me up, I kicked at his ankles before pushing myself back into a standing position. I thought I was home free when Remy took the staff from me after only a few minutes - a few minutes in which I managed to hit myself with it repeatedly. Who needs an enemy? I was dangerous enough to myself. “Why don' we try somethin else?” I gave a weak smile, “You promise?” “Oui, I don think Cameron would be pleased if I wounded his girl further, non?” “For a moment there I thought you were worried about my happiness,” I said rolling my eyes. Remy just grinned, “How about we teach you something that don’t need your hands?” “Like what?” I asked, examining my shin for bruises, pleased to only find one. “Remy will teach you how to kick.” I gave him a look; “I know how to kick, hell I can kick a resting ball half the length of a field, easy.” He shrugged, “Dat may be, but you will not be kicking balls, ‘specially not Remy’s.” I snorted, “It can’t be that different.” We then proceeded to spend the next two hours with him guiding - pushing- me through kick, after fucking kick until I was sure I’d pulled a muscle, my hamstring hurt so much. When I said so to Remy he raised an eyebrow. “I woulda thought you of all people would have a solid stretching routine.” “Bite me, Frenchie,” I said trying to disguise my limp, as I hobbled away. “Remy be Creole!” he called after me. I ignored him, and once out in the hallway I was happy to drag my leg along behind me. I was gonna see if Claire’s friends had left any cookies. I deserved a cookie. (Edited by Allison at 1:00 am on Jan. 4, 2003)
Poster:nacey Posted on: 3:04 pm on Jan. 9, 2003 Grr. This is a Cammo post. I sat there on the bench, my arms wrapped around myself, my legs pulled to my body, rocking back and forth, eyes glaring at the water in utter, abject, fear. I sat there in invisibility, watching the water, cool and blue and.... it lapped back and forth, I could smell it in my lungs, I could feel it on my skin. I did not want to go in there. A thousand emotions bombarded me at once. I was engraged, bereft, grief-stricken, terrified... My one great love of my life was ripped from my heart, and as much as I wanted to dive into those cool clear waters, the sensation of suffocation would NOT leave me... Tears streamed down my face and I shook like a leaf. I felt ashamed... I was a coward... Why couldn't I deal with it? How many times had Cyclops faced off terrible adversities, and he'd never fallen apart like this - never! I wasn't worthy to be an X-Man. This - this was it. I would get up, I would go tender my resignation, and I would leave. Maybe take Annie on that trip to visit her family like she wanted... Right now though, I couldn't move. I was too scared. Too depressed. There was nothing... nothing for me. Nothing at all. I didn't move. There didn't seem a point. (Edited by nacey at 9:04 pm on Jan. 9, 2003)
Poster:Allison Posted on: 10:23 pm on Jan. 10, 2003 I munched on a cookie as I dragged my leg behind me. No one had seen Cammo recently, so I was venturing down to the pool, odds were he got caught up in the swimming. I pushed open the door to the pool area, confused to see it empty. I mean, there was absolutely no one in site. “Hellllllooooo?” I called in, peering under the bleachers, briefly pausing to wonder why Xavier had bleachers. There was no response, but there was a distinct scuffling sound, and I also noticed a towel by the other end of the pool. Curiosity had me venturing across the room, treading lightly with my left foot. I heard footsteps and the towel was brushed off the bleachers by some sort of an invisible force… Invisible. “Cameron?” There was a sigh. "Annie... it's probably best if you just go back to the Common Room or something..." “Why? Are you ok? Why are you invisible?” I was really hoping that the invisibility wasn’t some sort of weird mutant self-defense thing, because that would require something that needed defending from. "Uhm... so people can't see me. And I'm fine." I gave a little sigh, and started to move in the direction of the voice, “But I’m not people, I’m just Annie.” "Trust me, you don't want to see me in the state I'm in. It's pretty fucking pathetic." "I rather like seeing you, believe it or not, and if I can be pathetic in front of you; why shouldn't you be able to be pathetic in front of me?" There was a pause, and after a minute Cameron slipped into visibility. It was a strange sight, sort of nothing like Predator. It was as if you just turned your head a little, and your brain kicks itself for not seeing him there in the first place, because it should have been blindingly obvious. Ergo his title "Cammo" as in camouflage, rather than The Amazing Invisible Man. I closed the distance between us, grabbing his hands, "So we have the visibility thing taken care of, do you want to explain why you say you're 'fucking pathetic'?" He wiped at the tears about his eyes, shaking a little, his hands trembling. "I couldn't get in... I..." He shuddered, wincing, tears forming at his eyes again. "I couldn't get in the water." I was distracted by how crushed he looked so it took me a moment to really process what he was saying, but when it did I squeezed his hand, "Cam, its not your fault. You almost *died*, you were almost drowned. It's not your fault if you're wary about going in the water; it’s totally understandable. "I'm not *wary*!" he snapped. "I'm TERRIFIED!" He hung his head, burying his face in his hands. "Sorry..." I wrapped my arms around him, unsure of what else to do or say. He was distraught and I was feeling kind of useless, so I just sort of held him for a bit. He sank his head into the nape of my neck, wrapping his arms around me and holding onto me for dear life. "I'm sorry, Annie, I really am..." "Don't be, you don't have anything to be sorry for." "I am no kind of 'vigilante' fucking hero if I can't even... if I..." He buried his head in my shoulder. I squeezed him tighter and stroked his back, "If after an extremely traumatic incident you want to avoid a strong reminder of that incident? It's normal, its human, and even superhero's are human… or mutants in this case but we needn't bother with such tiny details." "Have you ever seen Cyke freak out like this?!" "No, but I haven't been here that long, and I don't think he'd go around advertising his freak outs, except maybe to Jean but that's to be expected." "I don't know what to do, An. I can't - I can't be an X-Man like this. First sign of water and I wet my pants!" “Well do all of your mission’s require you to be around water?” "It doesn't matter. I'm unstable. I'm not in an acceptable state for the field." “Oh. Well you could still do non-field work, right? Or help out in some other way,” I said weakly. He stared at me a long moment. "What? I haven't got my swimming anymore, and now the one thing that made me feel useful is gone!" “Do you really think this is going to be permanent? Because this might just be a temporary phobia…” "I don't know... I don't know..." “Oh Cam, I wish I knew what to say, how to help you…” I trailed off, glancing at the pool. “Do you want to get out of here? Head upstairs?” He nodded silently. I gave him a swift kiss as he unwrapped himself from around my torso, “Let’s go then.”
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