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poster:Jen posted on: 12:23 am on Mar. 12, 2003 OOC: Gee… and here I was having trouble thinking of something to write. I froze outside the door. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop; I just needed my geometry book and despite the fact that I rarely slept there it still was my room. "Are you... is the Professor going to let me stay here?" Cassie asked. "Of course he'll let you stay here." Kurt sounded just like Max, such conviction. Such delusion I realized a moment later when Dr. Grey’s words registered. “I’m sure whatever The Professor decides will be fair.” Fair? Whatever happened to ‘this is your home now’? Or is that only for those he thinks he can control? I didn’t’ trust myself to keep from decking the woman and I refused to run; so I ducked into Annie and Angelica’s room. Angelica wouldn’t mess with me this morning. Even she has better survival instincts than that. Or I thought she did. “What are you doing in here?” Angelica shrieked clasping her robe to her chest. Clothes were strewn about the room and Annie slept on oblivious. “I’m trying to get ready for my date.” “It’s only 9:30.” She shrieked again and disappeared back into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and plopped down on Annie’s bed, giving her a strong nudge. “Rise and shine – Annie.” “I don’t wanna go to school today, Mom,” she mumbled from beneath a mountain of blankets. “Come on Annie. It’s Saturday. No school.” “Then why are you making me get up before noon?” She asked kicking aside the covers and stumbling to her dresser. “Sun’s been up for hours already. Honestly, I don’t see how you can sleep with the sun coming in the window.” “You put the blankets over your head.” She shuffled the stuff stuffed in the drawer for a minute before coming up with a pair of ragged jeans. “When did you get back anyway?” “Last night. You always this coherent in the morning?” I asked as she tried for the third time to step into a pair of jeans. I resisted pointing out that if they didn’t have so many holes in them she might find getting her feet all the way to the bottom an easier task. “Gah! She’s going to be in there forever.” Annie snapped giving the bathroom door a kick. Annie turned to me with a pitiful glare, "You wake me up at this ungodly hour, on a Saturday, SATURDAY woman! And now I can't even brush my teeth... Make her get ooooout." I cocked an eyebrow. “Are you prepared to deal with the consequences?” "Morning. Furry teeth. Grrr." I pounded my fist on the door. “You got ten seconds, Angie. Then I’m coming in.” I doubted she was going to comply, but I wanted to give her a chance. I reached 10 – surely she wasn’t that stupid… Approximately 13 seconds after my ultimatum, the door opened and she peered out, "You have your own room, and your own bathroom to infest." “Who do you-” Angelica squeaked as I wrenched open the door enough to pull her out letting the hair dryer clatter to the floor as she abruptly exited the bathroom. Annie showed no outward reaction to any of this, she just stepped over the hairdryer and around Angelica into the bathroom fumbling through the drawer for her toothbrush. I knew I liked her for a reason. “You really are a savage,” Angelica spat, rubbing her arm. “Your point?” I asked glaring at her. Angelica sniffed, but the sound of Annie yelling excitedly, while the toothbrush was still in her mouth cut her off. "Ifs Howweeng!" she said poking her head out the door, while the toothpaste foamed around her lips, she looked like a rabid dog. “It’s what?” She hurried back to the sink and spit out the toothpaste, "Halloween!" “You may still want to do something with your hair,” Angelica said in that syrupy sweet voice of hers. “Don’t want to scare the children too badly. I’ll even give you a few more minutes in the bathroom for that.” Annie grinned back sweetly, "It’s nice of you to offer, but you need more work than I do." I smothered a laugh. Annie just grinned and bounced out into the hallway, "So what're you gonna be?" “Be?” "For Halloween." For once she was turning the 'what are you, stupid?' look back on me. I don’t like it. “I don’t do Halloween.” There. Simple direct… "How can you NOT do Halloween, you HAVE to do Halloween, free candy, weird costumes, free candy, parties, free candy..." I obviously forgot I was dealing with Annie – the human steamroller. “I can’t eat the candy. I can’t Trick-or-Treat and I don’t enjoy being laughed at.” "Was there any laughing on my list? No. Yes, you can Trick-or-Treat, and you can give the candy to me! Or eat it yourself and have more special workout time with Max. You probably burn a lot of calories during sex." I was not dignifying that last part with an answer, although it might have some merit…. “I hope you have a good time.” Annie wrinkled her nose, "Dude! I don’t wanna have sex with Max. That's YOUR job." “Do you have some special fascination with my sex life?” Annie paused and shrugged, "Nope. You're the one who said 'have fun without me'. And it’s early." "Right. I cannot expect much sense out of you before a run and a cup of coffee. And I'd have kicked your ass from here back to Arizona before you got any 'special work out' time with Max." "Run? Coffee?" Annie snorted. “Large amount of sugar – preferably mixed with chocolate and a glass of milk?” "You're a smart one. Now about Trick-or-Treating, you're coming. What's your costume?" “Is selective deafness part of you mutation? I can’t go Trick-or-Treating so I don’t need a costume.” "No, selective hearing is a blessing I've had for well over a decade. And why can't you go trick or treating? It's FUN." I hissed and pushed her against the wall. I wanted her complete attention so I didn’t need to say it again. “It’s too cold. I can’t go even if I wanted to.” (Edited by Jen at 12:32 am on Mar. 12, 2003)
poster:Allison posted on: 10:35 pm on Mar. 12, 2003 I grabbed Sarah’s hands calmly, "A) You're invading my personal bubble. B) You needn't be so fatalistic about it. C) We can be creative, think of ways to keep you roasty toasty." She rolled her eyes at me. “The way to keep me roasty toasty is to keep me here with the central heating. I'm not stopping you from having your fun. What's the big deal?” "But I want to have fun with you! Cause if you don't go Max won't, and then it'd just be me and Cammo...” “And the problem with that is...?” I paused and grinned, "We might get a wee bit distracted. And besides, it’s funner with big groups." “Funner.” She eyed me like I was a total crack up. “I'm sure Max and the girls would make excellent chaperones for you and Cam. There's your group.“ I sighed, she just wasn't getting the point, "But Sarah, you're my friend and I want you to go too! I wouldn't want to ditch you." “There are some things I just don't get to do anymore. This is one of them. Get over it.” I glared at her; she was being a stubborn little defeatist. I grabbed her arm, "Nonsense, I'm sure Hank has some ideas about how to help you go out in the cold." “And when he doesn't will you lay off about the Trick-or Treating thing?” I shrugged, "Probably not, I can be rather one track minded sometimes." “I noticed,” she grumbled as I led her down to Hank's lab. I knocked on the door to the lab poking my head in, “Hank? Doc McCoy?” I was quickly greeted by my furry blue mentor, “Hello Annie, you’re up early, did I forget we had an appointment?” He nodded beyond my shoulder, “Good morning to you too, Sarah.” “Good morning, sir. I hope we're not disturbing you.” “You are not, it is nice to have visitors,” he gave a fangy grin. “What can I help you ladies with? Does Annie require more space for her goodies?” he asked somewhat hopefully. I smiled, “Sorry, not this time. Actually we need a way to keep Sarah warm so she can go trick-or-treating with us tonight.” “Oh! Is it time for the annual sweets begging? I do so enjoy Trick-or-Treating.” He winked and I could tell Sarah was about to bolt. I nodded, “Yup, October 31st, the time for mooches everywhere to shine. Oh and there’s all that Druid stuff.” “So we need to find a way for Sarah to share in our festivities. Sounds like an excellent challenge. Take a seat Sarah.” I smiled at her trying not to laugh, “Yes Sarah, do take a seat.” She looked for a moment like she was going to hit me with said chair, but climbed up on the exam table. “With all due respect, sir, you're wasting your time.” “You are mistaken, it is my job to help you adapt to your mutation and make everyday activities easier. We really should have started working with you on this weeks ago.” “You have more important things to worry about than whether I can go beg for candy I can't eat. I really shouldn't be wasting your time with this.” She stood and moved towards the door. I snagged her arm, stretching a little bit, “Sarah sit.” “You got a death wish?” she asked, but settled back down. I didn’t dignify that with a response, instead I turned to Hank who had pulled her file up onto the computer screen. “Now Sarah, what really need to do is find a portable method of external heating,” Hank seemed to say this to himself as much as us. “Like what, floating hairdryers?” Hank gave a small chuckle, “Not precisely.” He rummaged in a cabinet and pulled out some slim plastic packages, hitting one against the counter and shaking it for a moment before handing it to Sarah, who turned it over in her hands, wonder spreading across her face. “It's hot.” I peered over at the little pouch, “Hey! It’s one of those doohickeys we shoved in our pockets to keep our hands warm in the winter.” “It should serve you quite well for this evening's adventures. We can look into something more permanent come Monday.” “How many of those things do you have? And how many do you think you’ll need?” I know I was the one who was all gung-ho about taking Sarah out but I didn’t want her costume to be a Popsicle. “I have a few cases of them in storage. The Professor likes to be prepared. As for tonight, they last several hours I think you'll only need one or two, but I'll give you some extras to keep in your pockets - just in case. So, have you ladies selected costumes yet?” “I’m gonna be Michelangelo!” I said gleefully. Hank looked surprised, “Oh? I was not aware that you were familiar with his work.” I laughed and shook my head, “Not the artist, the Ninja Turtle.” “A turtle? You're dressing up as a turtle?” Sarah asked. “Not any old turtle, a Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle, we’re talking hero’s in a half shell here.” “I guess I don't need to worry about anyone laughing at me tonight then.” I grinned, “Nope. What do you want to be?” “Sitting here in front of the fire,” she said blandly. “I guess I could put on one of my old uniforms.” “Gah! No. You need to be something fun.” “Fun?” She raised an eyebrow that distinctly said hat she thought of my idea of fun. “I know you’re unfamiliar with concept, but come on now, we’ve only got so many hours of daylight left to find something! Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” I asked dragging her out of the lab with a wave to Hank.
poster:Angelface posted on:1:11 am on Mar. 16, 2003 It had taken quite a bit of time, but it was worth it, my hair was finally up to par, and it looked rather splendid. Of course I'd missed breakfast and I wasn't in the mood for hitting the cafeteria for lunch so I headed for the student kitchen. Xavier has it open to students so they can feel ‘at home’. It took me a while to get used to it. I never set foot in the kitchen at home; mother’s cook would have had a stroke. Yet here I find myself preparing something almost daily. Today I think I’m going to try my hand at an omlette. *If * the kitchen is free. I poked my head in and stifled a groan when I saw the inhabitants. "Come on Sarah just try decorating one, its not like it’s hard." “Oh no, you are not getting me there. I’ve seen what they’re supposed to look like. You do it.” "I am doing it, but you can do it too, unless of course, you're afraid of a little bit of frosting and sprinkles? “I’m not afraid. I just think I should let someone else have the fun." “Nonsense, there's plenty of sugar to go around.” “No really. I'll just make a mess.” “So? That's half the fun. Besides it is easy to clean up and tasty, too.” “Then I'll tackle the clean up portion.” “Well, you should earn the need for clean up,” Annie said sweetly, shoving the frosting bag into Sarah’s hand. “Now, take cookie, cover with.” “Fine, but if these are totally ugly you eat them before *anyone* sees them. And if you tell anyone I actually did this - ” Right. We simply cannot interfere with your psycho killer rep around here. “Scouts honor. Now come on” I could imagine Sarah’s glare. “You never were a scout. Ok. What am I supposed to do?” “I was an honorary cub scout... My mom was den mother. Just hold the bag gently around the middle and squeeze.” “Like this?” “Not that hard,” Annie said a fraction of a second too late. There as no time to run and nowhere to hide. I watched, almost in slow motion, as violent orange frosting shot across the room and splattered on my check, a big glob sliding down and plopping into one perfect curl. Annie coughed. “Oh... hi Angelica.” “You... you,” she sputtered. “Look what you've done!” Sarah turned and grinned at Annie. “You were right, this is fun.” “Fun!? Fun? You ruined my hair. It took me 2 hours to do my hair.” “And it looks lovely,” Annie offered, swiping a bit of it off Angelica’s cheek. “You know, barring the bit of orange there... but it kind of matches the color of your hair....” “Here Angelica, have a cookie. It'll make you feel better,” Sarah said plastering on her innocent look. I turned on my heel and stomped out. That... ugh! I was just past the door when I realized that I’d left without my breakfast. I was going to need something in my stomach, I turned around and stomped back in glaring at the room’s laughing inhabitants as I snatched a cookie from the rack and stomped back out. I know she did it on purpose. She was mocking me earlier and now she's outright destroyed my hair. She had to have done it on purpose. This is going to take forever to fix; I’ll have to wash it out dry it and restyle it! Maybe this is an omen, I should just cancel the date; this place is giving off bad vibes. Dimitri can't come here! It's going to be a disaster I just know it. I can see it now. He'll walk in the door and they'll be on their freakiest behavior. Kurt will be popping in and out. Paige will decide to try on a new skin in the foyer and the pyro twins will set the place - or him on fire. And oh God, I can't even begin to imagine what Sarah and Annie will be up to. Annie's likely to pierce him while Sarah tries to kill him... That's it I'm calling him. The phone rang several times and I was about to hang up when Dimitri answered. "Oh hello Angelica. I'm really looking forward to today," he said as soon as I identified myself. I took a deep breath. "Uhm... About that..." I can do this. I can do this. "I can't wait to see you again..." he coughed, "I mean..." “I know what you mean. I just wanted to make sure knew how to get here." Stupid. I am so stupid. Weak and stupid. "Oh yes, I got the instructions offline." “Oh well then that’s wonderful.” "I was planning on leaving within the hour, does that sound appropriate to you?" "An hour - yes, that sounds fine." ‘No, that's not fine’, I wanted to scream. I have to redo my hair! "All right then, I'll see you then Angelica." he said in an infuriatingly calm tone, ringing off. I placed the phone back in its cradle and hung my head. I just blew my last chance to keep my secret. Within the day, he – and likely the rest of the music world - would know what I am: A freak. With orange frosting in her hair. I had to go get changed, my clothes my hair, and I had to do it fast, lest Dimitri need to be ‘entertained’ while I finish dressing.
poster:nacey posted on:11:18 pm on Mar. 16, 2003 I love Hallowe'en, I love Hallowe'en, I love Hallowe'eeen!! The *greatest* thing is that I get to share it with my sister this year. She was sort of reluctant at first, but now that she's been here a while she's relaxed with her mutation. Her new pal Josie is with her and they're camped out in my room, and make-up supplies are *everywhere*. My costume would be better than me raiding the school theatre supplies for body paint. This year - there were prosthetics!! The greatest thing was that Josie was a real whizz with the latex and the grease-paint. She'd done wonders with hair prosthetics and paint and powder and coloured hair-spray. Our outfits were so fabulous, even Sarah would have to be impressed. Freda swanned about in front of a mirror with glee, her green eyes glinting as she pulled her pleated Egyptian robes about this way and that. She'd taken a costume from the huge overflowing Costume Suite, a beautiful gold and ivory number with green jewels and blue enamel. Josie had sprayed intricate lines all over Freda's blue-grey fur so she looked like a tabby, and accentuated Freda's facial features with cat patterns and colours. She looked like a feline Goddess. Which was the idea, as she was going as Bastet. She also had a beautiful black Egyptian wig on to complete the look. She hopped about on her gold sandals, clapping with glee before hugging Josie - who was done up like an Elf from Lord of the Rings. "Holy shit, Josie, I look perfect!" she cried. "Absolutely," I agreed. I walked in front of the mirror and took a deep breath in. We looked fucking great. Oh - me? I was wearing nothing but a furry lap-lap the same colour as my fur, a shitload of fur prosthetics, longer fake pointy teeth and a smile. My hair was all sprayed on end, and my ears were exposed. I looked like a feral and much more ferocious cast member of CATS. "Well! You guys look brilliant!! I'm off the scare the crap out of people!" I raced out the door, and then stopped. Shit! Forgot to thank the make-up artist! I raced back in and grinned at Josie, giving her a clawed set of thumbs up. "Thanks dude!" She laughed and waved a hand. "No problem." I ran off down the hall on all fours, growling and mowling, feeling excited about being able to act like what I was without reservations. I soon came up to the kitchen, and leaping in there I let out a wild roar. Annie leapt about, gasping, and Sarah jumped, gripping an icing-bag in her hands. Orange icing went shooting towards me and I just rolled out of the way and missed it. "Woah!" I cried, cowering on a chair on my haunches. "Careful of the make-up job! It took Josie three hours!" "Well you shouldn't sneak up on people like that!" Annie cried finally getting hold of herself. Sarah lowered the icing bag and gave me a once over. I always got so tingly when she looked at me like that! Heehee. "You've certainly gotten into the spirit of things." She grinned. "I like it." I grinned back at her. "Thanks! So, what are you dressing up as? Something warm, I hope?" "We chose something that fits Sarah to a T." At this both girls laughed. A lifted a brow. "Oh? Is it sexy?" "See-" Sarah said, smacking Annie on the arm. "I told you we should have gone with Plan A." Sarah turned and smiled - that I'm up to something smile she gets somethimes. "I'm going to be an angel. Don't you think I'm I an angel, Max?" Wow, was THAT a loaded question! I gave a laugh, that kind of stuck laugh that meant, "Do I have to answer that?" "Oh yeah," I said, a touch of sarcasm in my voice. "The kind that threaten to throw people out of heaven if they look at her the wrong way." She folded her arms and looked to Annie. "I think I should be insulted." A genuine grin returned to my face. "You're pretty as an angel." She ignored that. "There's more to me than just kicking people's asses." "Yeah," Anne said grabbing a cookie sheet to hide behind. "Sometimes she shoots them with frosting." I nodded warily, staring at the orange frosting on the floor. "Yeah, she's a real quick-draw..." "Watch it. I'm still armed." I smiled, then brightened. "Hey! Did you want Josie to help with your make-up? She's really great!" She shifted, an uncomfortable look on her face. "I wouldn't want to be a bother." "Naw, Josie loves this stuff, it's what she wants to do for a living," I said. "She said if I had any friends that wanted to get done that I should tell her anyway. I'm sure an angel wouldn't need heavy make-up anyway. Especially with you, cause you're so pretty anyway! Come on - may as well go all the way with this costume, babe." I didn't think it would be easy, she was obviously uncomfortable. I was about to tell her just to forget it, she didn't need any make up, she looked beautiful without it when she let go of the lip she was biting. "Ok let's go. If I hate it I can always go scrub my face." I grinned. "Awesome! I'll go tell Josie. I'll tell her to meet you and Annie in your room, okay?" She nodded. "Ok. Josie and I need to have a little chat anyway." She grinned and gave me a nudge. "Just to make sure she's not planning on painting you up again. I am a jealous girl." I chuckled. "Aaah. She's highly professional. Don't scare her too badly, will you?" "I'll be on my best behavior." Winking at her, I turned and loped to the door on all fours, avoiding the icing. "Right. I'll just go tell her then." Sarah was going to be so beautiful by the time Josie was finished with her. I got excited as I headed for the dorms. Yep, this was going to be an awesome Hallowe'en.
poster:Angelface posted on: 12:04 am on Mar. 21, 2003 The doorbell rarely rings. Students just come and go and Xavier usually has someone waiting if a visitor is expected. That, and everyone gets a ‘stay away from the front hall’ mental message. So it was Jubilee's great pleasure to bounce to the foyer and pull open the front door. "'Lo. Who might you be?" She asked, giving the visitor an appraising look. “Dmitri Sergetov. To see Angelica Jones. She is expecting me.” She raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you just Mr. Manners?" She waved him inside and gestured to a chair. “You wait here; I'll got get her." Dimitri perched in the offered chair and looked about the elegant sitting room. He heard laughing and squealing and running in the hall and poked his head out to see what was the commotion. There was a group of children racing through the hallway; he blinked when he thought he saw one with hooves? He shook his head to clear the image. He should've gotten more sleep last night. A moment later he thought he might never sleep properly again. Two kids were chasing each other around with the jack-o-lanterns - and only one was holding it in his hands. The second pumpkin was floating above the teenager’s head. No amount of head shaking and sleep was going to erase that one from his memory. What startled him was how no one seemed to take any notice of the oddities in their midst. The only comment was from a blond guy who said, without looking up from his magazine, "Jason, Nathaniel, if those fall, you're responsible for telling the professor why there are stains on his carpet." “They’re not gonna fall. I’ve been practicing,” the boy assured him. "Hey Russia, fancy meeting you here." He visibly winced at the nickname before turning to give Angelica’s green haired roommate a charming smile. “Hello Annie. I’m waiting for Angelica. Do you know if she’s almost ready?” She shrugged and bit down on a festive looking cookie, "Dunno. She'd probably have been ready by now if it weren't for the whole frosting incident." “Frosting? Oh. I see.” He cleared his throat and his self-assured demeanor faltered sparks shot out of one of the kids hands and exploded the pumpkin mid air, resulting in more squealing as pumpkin guts rained down on the children. Annie just laughed, "Heh, suckers." “Does this sort of thing happen often?” "Not really, the pumpkins are seasonal." Angelica came into the room, lifting the skirts to avoid the mess. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. "Oh my! What happened here?" “Nathaniel blew up Jason’s pumpkin. It was cool.” “Thank you for keeping Dimitri entertained while I finished getting ready.” Angelica said, hoping her usually clueless roommate would get the hint and not offer any more opinions on the ‘coolness’ of the delinquent behavior around here. It was enough that Dimitri had seen it. There would be no avoiding the issue now. "It was almost as cool as that time-" I cut her off quickly. "Annie, I hate to be rude," she snorted at that, "But Dimitri and I really ought to get going..." “Russia, don’t be in any great hurry to bring her back.” With a wink and a grin, Annie sauntered out. Angelica and Dimitri stood in awkward silence for several moments before he spoke. "Uhm... they are.. are they...?" "Well yes, we're all actually..." He blinked. "You too?" Angelica nodded, biting her lip, "Yes, all of us have 'gifts'." She wished desperately that he would stop looking at her like that – like he couldn’t decide to be afraid, disgusted or just surprised. "Gifts? You call that - those gifts?" "Mutations, powers, the professor likes to call them 'gifts'. He seems to think that word will make us feel less like freaks..." Oh dear! That just had to slip out, didn't it? "And you're like-" He waved a hand in the direction of the hall. "Them? What?" He rubbed his hand over his face. Frankly, he as taking this better than she thought he would. "What is it that you do or are or whatever? You're not hiding wings or fur or venom or something, are you?" "No! God no... that would be my math teacher, Max and Freda and.. I don't believe I know anyone with venom. I play my violin to heal people..." "Oh. I see..." No, he didn’t, but it was nice of him to say so. Angelica stood, fidgeting a bit as she gathered her courage. "If you don't want to go out tonight I understa-" She cut off with a groan as Max walked by looking odder than normal and Oh my word is that a loin cloth? "We should be going, if we're going to make our reservations,” Dimitri said stiffly, offering her his arm. She took his arm, gauging his reaction as she did so. They pulled out of the drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw working as if he wanted to say something and didn’t trust himself to say the words. "Were you ever going to tell me?" “I – eventually. If I had to.” "So you were going to lie to me?" “I wasn’t lying.” The objection sounded hollow, even to her own ears. “I just wasn’t making a major public announcement.” "Did you think I would tell all of New York or something?" “I didn’t know what you’d do. Do you watch the news? Can’t you see why I didn’t want anyone to know? ” "Am I just anyone?" “No,” she admitted. “I really like you and I wanted you to get to know me… before you found out. So that you'd like me enough to overlook my genetic malfunctions..." “So you were just going to string me along.” "I didn't want to hurt you Dimitri, that was the last thing I wanted." “Forgive me, but it’s going to take a while for me to digest this.” Angelica bit down on her trembling lip, not caring if she got lipstick on her teeth, because she was sure any second her entire face would be messed up if she began to cry. Dimitri looked over and sighed. “You may be right. If I had known right off I probably wouldn’t have asked you. The only things I knew about mutants came from the news, but I have gotten to know you and I do like you - enough to overlook your genetic malfunctions." The last came in something close to a teasing tone, causing Angelica to look up. "So… you still want to go out with me?" She could have kicked herself for how pathetic that sounded. “I can’t imagine anything I’d like more.”
poster:Amezri posted on: 2:33 am on Mar. 22, 2003 "Kurt, aren't you going out tonight?" "Nah," he shrugged in response. Cassie sat up and frowned, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "But it's Halloween. You and Max love going out on Halloween, 'cause of the fur and all." She ruffled his hair playfully. "You're in no shape to go out," he smirked, slipping an arm around her waist. She leaned back to look at him. "Who said anything about me? I'll be fine here. I doubt Xavier would throw me out in the middle of the night." Kurt frowned at her joke. "I'm not going." She jumped up, dragging him off her bed. "It's the one night a year you can go and hang out with your friends. In public. You're not spending it here, cooped up and brooding." "I don't know..." He stared at her, puzzled by the drastic change in her demeanor. Not more than an hour ago she'd been crying. Cassie smiled brilliantly. "I'll be fine. I *am* fine." She opened the door and nudged him out into the hallway. He started to protest, but she cut him off. "I don't want to see you again until at least midnight. And bring me back a burger. Fries and a Coke, too." /Okay, that's it./ Kurt held the door open. "Cassie, what is going on?" "What do you mean?" "This. You. You're acting very strangely." Cassie started, crossing her arms in a defensive stance. "No, I'm not. I'm fine." Realizing how terse she sounded, she dropped her arms and tried to act more relaxed. "Really," she smiled, "I just want you to go out and have a good time. You've spent so much time with me, taking care of me." "I'm taking care of you because I love you." She opened her mouth, then shut it again. "I don't know what to do," she said finally. "Oh, Cass," he sighed, pulling into an embrace. He stroked her hair and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to do anything." "They're going to make me leave, aren't they?" "No one's making you leave," Kurt assured her. /They don't want me here.. I almost killed them, my friends./ Cassie's mercurial mood shifted again. "They should," she hissed, pushing away from him. "I'm dangerous. I've killed and I will kill." Not wanting to continue this in the open doorway, he managed to get her to take two steps back into her shared room, then shut the door. "That wasn't you, it was Hydra. That part of you is gone now." She sneered. "You think it's that easy? Get rid of the personality and it'll all be okay. That Cassandrea wouldn't be held responsible for anything that was done." "Yes." Cassie was just trying to work out how she was going to fit back into her life and he was going to let her. Jean had wanted to know if there were any changes, but Kurt was afraid if he told her, Cassie would be sent back to the med lab. They stood in silence for heartbeats, neither knowing whatelse to say. "Why don't we go down to the kitchen and get you something to eat?" Kurt finally offered. Cassie hesitated, but agreed. She just hoped that most of the students would be off having a good time and not anywhere she could run into them.
Poster:" nacey posted on: 2:28 pm on Mar. 27, 2003 Sarah was busy getting done up all pretty and I just scared the doofus Ruski in the entrance hall - this afternoon was going great!! I ran to Sarah's room, skidding down the hall like a kitty on catnip. I grabbed the door expecting it to open, but the knob didn't turn and I slid into it, a big pile of furry kitty thumping into the door. "Ow!" I complained, very loudly. I tried to turn the doorknob again, and it occurred to me (after a moment or two) that it was locked. I wasn't the full bottle when it was Hallowe'en. "Did you lock the door babe?" "Obviously." There was a pause and a muffled curse and boy can my girl curse - before the door opened. I gulped. I could barely speak. Wow. Sarah was already beautiful, but as Logan would say, Josie certainly did a bang-up job! She had a dress on, what looked like a rather ravishing silky aethereal dinner dress dolled up with gold rope from the sewing room and with a length of similar white floaty material wrapped around the arms. Her short hair was curled and flicked up as much as possible, and she was smothered in glitter. The make-up on her eyes was gorgeous, and - wow. She looked unbelievable. And that was without a look at the beautiful store-bought wings strapped to her. "Woah... you look - I mean, you -" I sighed deeply. "Prettteeeeey..." She blushed. "Thank you. I had to hold Josie back. She was getting a little overenthusiastic about the glitter." "I am the luckiest kitty in New York," I said, dropping a kiss to her cheek. "Lucky and... glittery!" Josie chuckled. "Gay cat! And hey - no smooching! Your make up will come off on her!" "Shit!" I jumped back, looking to her face. "Nothing there... phew." "Good thing. If I had to go through that again, you'd be an awfully lonely kitty this week." She winked to let me know she wasn't serious - or at least wasn't *that* serious. I hadn't considered that having Josie do her makeup meant Sarah had to let someone touch her. "Ha, yeah, sorry..." I looked apologetic. "But hey! There's fun to be had!" I bounced up and down, widening my eyes and looking positively childish. "I did throw a child onto pillows and attack him - he giggled. And then and then - I did scare a visitor!" I nodded fully. "He looked like he was ready to pee down his leg!" I giggled deeply. "Come on. I scare them, you pacify them with your aethereal beauty!" Yup. It was going to be a great night! (OOC - sorry so short but it's three am. Will do Cammo post soon, I promise!)
poster:cammogirl posted on: 12:14 am on Mar. 31, 2003 I really did not feel like going out and being the ever comedic Camouflage-Man this year. (Camouflage with a hyphen, capital M). I'd gained the bad habit of sleeping in. Annie considered I was just getting back to normal, but Sarah thought it unhealthy. I was woken with a bouncing girl waving around a foam muscled green suit with a foam-rubber shell attached to it as well as brightly orange scarves at the knees and wrists. I groaned, throwing my head under the pillow. "No, no no," I mumbled. "Not me, not today." It was then I was beaten about the body and head with plastic knunchucks. "Ow!! Hey!" "Hey yourself sloth boy." She ripped the pillow off of my head. "What time is it?" I asked huskily. It had to be only nine am. "Noon thirty, I've been up for hours." I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was astride me on the bed in her jeans and a t-shirt, and sitting squarely on top of me. I rolled onto my back and folded my arms behind my head, cocking a brow and smirking. "You know if Logan sees you sitting here on top of me like this we could get into an awful lot of trouble." "Logan can kiss my ass," she said, wiggling said body part with a wink. I sat up directly, mouth dropping open. I blushed, giving a tense smile. "HA! Ha, indeed, but I think if you keep doing that you're going to get a surprise." She laughed leaning in, "You really think so?" I nodded with a little smile, and decided that if she was going to be such a tease she would deserve all she got. I swooped in, siezing her lips in a kiss, thinking perhaps she deserved a little teasing herself. She pressed her lips against mine firmly, wrapping her arms around my neck with a little sigh. I sniggered under her mouth. "Babe, this isn't going to get me *out* of bed..." She grinned pulling back, her cheeks a bit flushed, with a glance around the room she asked, "What about the desk?" "What about we do something that's not going to have me slaughtered by Wolverine?" I said, crawling out from underneath her. "You know about his sense of smell, right?" She rolled off the bed, "Yeah, the man's like a bloodhound... We'll have to think of something else to do, which isn't that much of a problem today." I sighed, digging around in a draw for a clean shirt. "I'm going to watch the kids eat themselves into a hyperactive mess and then hide in my room." "Don't you know what today is?" She sounded surprised that I wasn't planning to do anything. "Yes, yes I do. Believe it or not, in Australia Hallowe'en has little or not significance to us. People, on the whole don't really celebrate it." I sat down on the bed, pulling off my t-shirt and sniffing under my arms. I hummed in thought and then threw both shirts on the bed. "I played along for a while but this year I'm just not in the mood." "But.. But..." Annie looked bewildered, and I was pretty sure it didn't have to do with my shirtless status. "Cam you have to come trick-or-treating with us!" I stared at her for a minute. "Who's us?" "Max, the chitlins, even Sarah!" I gave an impressed sound. "Wow. What did you have to do to get Sarah to join in? Offer her a sacrifice?" "I have to take her out driving. Of course if you aren't there with the group she might decide killing me is a better option, she's wearing a dress." "Ohh, I get it," I said with and amused smile, folding my arms behind my head and leaning against the wall, flashing the chest quite deliberately. "This is all about your protection, hmm?" "Well you are a lot stronger than I am," she said walking towards me and laying a hand on my pectoral. I looked down slowly, lifting a brow, and then looked just as slowly back up at her. She had the audacity to give it a squeeze. "With all these ripply muscles you could protect me real well couldn't you." I wrung my lips, trying not to let her make me laugh. "You know, you're very lucky that I'm forbidden to do anything to you more than smooch." She gave me the big doe eyes, "Am I? I'm sure it's all right if you decide to take a little tit for... tat." I smirked. "Oh man, I'll be taking a lot more than a bit of tit, I assure you!" Annie burst into a fit of giggles, "We sound like a bad porn movie." I cracked up too, and I pulled her to me, kissing her soundly. "Mmm, yummy. You've been baking, haven't you?" She leaned against my chest nodding, "Yup, getting ready for the trick-or-treaters who might brave the house tonight." I sighed. "And if I don't get up I won't get any cookies, huh?" She tilted her head at me, "Alas no... But if you really don't want to go out tonight, I'll stay in with you." I clapped my hands together, shaking my head. "Won't be necessary. The cookies have clinched it." I lifted her up off me easily and rolled out of bed, digging around in my cupboard. "Where is it..." "Where's what?" she asked curiously. "Ah HA!" I yanked out the cammo shirt and pants on a coat-hanger, and brandished a black silky bandana. "I will be - Camouflage-Man!" Annie performed a mock swoon, "My hero!" "The only thing this costume is missing is the black undies..." I dug around in my underwear drawer. "Oooh, that sounds promising." I pulled them out, and blinked at her. "I wear them on the outside. All superheroes that count wear their underwear on the outside!" "Of course, its an unwritten rule in Superherodom." "Someone forgot to tell Spider-Man," I said. "I gotta shower." "Ok, I should probably go put the final touches on my costume too," she said with a quick kiss. "Save me some cookies!" I called as she sauntered out the door. Damn she had a great ass. Maybe it'd be a good day after all. If I could avoid the kids with water balloons.
poster:Allison posted on: 2:15 am on April 8, 2003 If this was Xavier’s definition of a ‘small group’ I never wanted to see him with a mob. There were only a few of the little kids but they were going absolutely insane. “Claire, Jamie! Put Maggie down! On the ground!” I called across the foyer to the girls. “Oh god no, do not take her into the rec room, come on now!” I think I was beginning to understand the advantages of mutations developing during puberty, I mean at least the powers went to people a little more mature.. Of course that theory is dashed if you consider the pumpkin incident earlier today. I gave Sarah a pleading look, “Sare, can’t you scare them into submission or something? At this rate we’ll never hit enough houses. She looked well - for a moment I was actually afraid I'd unleashed a monster. A minute later, I knew I had. She snatched Jason and Nathaniel, stopping their chasing each other around the room. She snarled, “Up against the wall,” and gave them a not so gentle shove in that direction before turning to the others playing in the foyer and shouting. “If you're going, get up against the wall. Now. Movie it! Move it! Move it!” She glared while kids scrambled. As soon and they seemed settled she turned to me and grinned. “That do?” “Very nice,” I said with a nod, before turning to the kids, “Now, for the next few hours, you are all under my control. We will move quickly from house to house, the word dawdle, is not in your vocabulary, if you act up or make problems, there will be penalties in the form of candy tariffs. Do you understand?” There was a line of bobbing head. “Ok, now last one to the van is getting all the toothbrushes!” “Candy tariffs? That's it? I thought you said this was going to be fun?” Sarah said pouting a bit as we followed the herd out to the van Xavier was lending us for shuttling purposes. I shrugged, “Well we don’t want to totally stamp out their demonic plans. This is Halloween after all.” She didn't look too pleased with that. We should have given her a sword and made her an avenging angel, but she did manage to get 6 hyperactive teens and a bouncing Max into the van without saying another word. Sarah turned to me, “So who’s driving?” “Me,” I said. Of course at the same time Max and Cammo both said, “I will.” We all stared at each other for a beat. “You guys have ten seconds to decide who’s driving before I take the keys,” Sarah said poking her head out of the door. Everyone turned to her, including the kids and gave her an emphatic, “NO.” “Then you better decide.” Cammo shook his head, “No way Max, you are hyper. You've been eating the candy they've been putting out to give to the kids.” I nodded in agreement, “You’re likely to have a sugar induced meltdown in the middle of the road.” Max folded his arms. “I am not!” His serious composure was blown when a kid ran by in a lizard costume. “Hey! Godzirra!” I shrugged, “That’s settled then,” and I moved around to the driver’s side door. Cammo jumped to the door. “Wait! What about me?” “You drive on the wrong side of the road.” Cammo glared at me. “If I can drive a hi-tech jet-plane that beats anything your government has, then baby, I can drive on the other side of the danged road!” “You don’t have to worry about oncoming traffic when you’re up in the air,” I said with a grin as I inched towards the door. The blonde sighed. “Okay, I realize that you're adamant to drive, and if there's one thing I've learnt, being a vigilante and all, it's not to come between a woman and her urge to drive. Jean taught me that one.” Max shook his head. “Weak fool.” I smiled, “Thank you, and for being so generous, I’ll let you drive on the way back.” Cameron did a little jig. “All right!” I grinned again waving everybody towards the car, “Now, everybody in the van! Vamos! Mas rapido!” "Geez. No need to be testy. You'll get sugar soon," Sarah said adjusting her wings. I just cackled. God, I love Halloween, and think the night's just beginning.
poster:Jen posted on: 5:00 pm on April 20, 2003 It's short and it's sorry and it's a week late but here it is. I never should have let them talk me into this. Never. Annie’s driving… It’s a good thing I have a haling factor if she’s the one who’ll be teaching me to drive. Take that Mr. Logan and your “When you’re passing all your classes, then I’ll let you get your permit.” The man should know I don’t let little things like rules keep me from what I want to do. And I want to drive. “Ok. This looks like a good street,” Annie announced, bringing the van to a sharp halt. “Everybody out and remember – no dawdling.” I checked the heating packs taped to my lower back again as everyone piled out. I’m having second thoughts about going out without having tested this first. “Yo! Sarah, let’s go.” “Why don’t I stay here and secure the van. This street looks a bit shady.” Annie waggled her foam nun chucks at me. “Sarah, the houses on this block cost more than a million bucks each. Get your ass out here.” “I wouldn’t be so brave if I were you, those are only plastic,” I muttered darkly. Max bounced forward, and I could tell that if he wasn't coated in paint he'd be nuzzling me pitifully by now. "Pleeeeease come out! I want everyone to see how beautiful you look!" “Aren’t we a bit old for this?” I said in a last ditch effort at saving myself from total humiliation. Dr. McCoy’s brilliance surely has limits and with my luck, I passed that limit. "No," said Max. "We're not legally adults, ergo, we get to trick-or-treat." He grinned. "Besides, we're corralling the chillns'." “*That* I can do,” I said with a grin, ignoring the pained look Cammo gave me. I think that was meant as a ‘please don’t hurt them on my watch.” Max smiled with some relief. "See? There... something you can do. It's not like you have to walk up to the door and look cute or anything." “Admit it – you just want my candy.” "Always," said Max quite seriously. "Plus I want one of those necklaces made of candy." "Why? I thought Snickers Bars were at the top of the candy hierarchy?" At least according to Annie's dissertation of the levels of Halloween goodies they were. "Yeah, but you can't wear them around your neck." “Come on you two. You’re holding up the works! There is candy to be had!”
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