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10 08 2005 ● 05:43pm |
(( ooc: continued from here ))
Terry listened idly, her attention more or less on the little angel and demon that tend to live on people's shoulders in time of moral descision.... One told her that keep her erstwhile family out of troubel was the work of a saint and that anything she could do from causing a rukus between these two would, on a selfish note, not only put her on the high ground, but possibly save one of her instructors from another bloodied nose. But on the other hand... who was she to come between years of backbiting and in-fighting? How many times did she want to take a whack at these two idiots herself (an impulse she more or less acted on), so who was she to stand in their way.... or not take the oppotunity to make this disaster-in-the-making profitable?
Taking the gun from her new-found dad (he was a pretty good shot...), Theresa said a silent prayer to God for guidance... and forgot whether or not that was for the matter hand hand or the shot she was about to take. This after all, was a lot different that shooting down a whiskey bottle in the backyard of some middle-of-nowhere hideout... A deep breath, she remembered not to close her eyes and-
*TING!*
"Hey!," Terry said in surprise. "It worked!"
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| REMINDER |
07 08 2005 ● 02:19pm |
It's that time of year again. A little less than a month until school starts, so please sign up for your seven classes.
All students are required to take four years of English, Math, Power Training and a Foreign Language, as well as Three Years of History and Science. If you've already completed three years of History and Science and don't wish to take a fourth year, you may either take an elective, or choose study hall.
( Classes being offered )
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| Open - Tuesday August day 3 afternoon |
07 08 2005 ● 12:34pm |
Lunch time! Xi'an was in the kitchen, head stuck in the fridge, hoping to find something worth eating as she hummed a bit. She'd been quiet all through their stay at Xavier's, she wasn't one for drama, you might even say her serenity had been a tad on the creepy side.
Backing out of the fridge, a cucumber and a few carrots in hand, she rinsed them and set them aside as she grabbed a knife. Trimming the ends of the sweet orange roots, she glanced up as another arrived in the kitchen. A polite nod as she continued her chopping, popping a carrot coin in her mouth between cuts.
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| Coney Island Trip-OPEN TO ALL, PLEASE JOIN IN THE FUN! |
02 08 2005 ● 05:24pm |
Jean parked the van, turned off the engine, unbuckled her seat belt and hopped out. She waited for the kids and the rest of the chaperones to pile out and gather around the van.
"Alright," she said, adjusting her sun glasses. "This is suppose to be a fun day and we do want you all to have to fun. But we do have a few rules. Number One: NO POWERS, try and blend in as much as possible. Number Two: Stay with your group. At least one member should have a cell phone so in case something happens, you can call me." She held up her cell phone. "Number Three: Have fun, just be careful. We'll all meet at the Farris Wheel at 5.00 to head back to the mansion. Be there or...you're in big trouble when we get back." Then dropping her teacher look she gave them all a smile. "Alright, go have fun!"
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| Note Posted on the Bulliten Boards and Journals-To All |
25 07 2005 ● 01:18pm |
As a special treat for the summer, and to get everyone out of the house for a bit, I am going to organize a trip to Coney Island. Anyone who wants to can sign up on the sheet on the bulliten board, or reply here. Everyone is welcome to come. It should be lots of fun.
Of course, there will be rules in place to keep everyone safe and out of trouble. But, I still want you to have fun. So if you're interested, let me know, and once I've picked a day I'll let you know.
And teachers, I'm going to need chaperones, so...volunteers? Anyone?
~Dr. Grey
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| July Day 8, Evening - Library - Mind and Matter (OPEN) |
25 07 2005 ● 12:04am |
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Nate sat in the library, a feeling of... dread? Yes, he clearly labeled it as dread as he felt his body start to slow, his eyelids heavy. How could people do this day in and day out? it had been months now since he was placed in the tank to refresh his genetic structure and make imporvements via nutrient rich solutions, months that had yet to teach him how ot cope with the onset of sleep. The process of sleep was confusing enough to him, it was the slow wind down that most distressing, it was like...
... like being back in the lab and feeling the weight of disappointment on very small shoulders. Nate didn't even know to have an emotional responce then, when cold pale hands grabbed his arms furiously and squeezed, testing the muscular structure with unforgiving examination. He bruised too easily, so needles were placed up and down his spine. He was too small at first so gene therapy continued, his mind was too steong for his fram so again, he went into the tank and each time with the same narrow eyed glare, two thin points of red that declared him unfit before his mind slipped away.
Like it was now. Frowning, he focused on the book and the book alone, willing his mind to stay up, pushing himself further.
To prove his worth.
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| July day 8, the game room - open |
23 07 2005 ● 09:19pm |
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Eyes narrowed, the cajun carefully examined his choices. Does he aim left, or does he aim right? He could easily miss the left shot, there were too many obstacles in the way, but the right was just too easy. Remy'd always liked a challenge. So left it was. Leaning into his shot, he lined everything up before 'pok', the sound of the six hitting the side of the pool table. He watched, and watched, and, "YES!" A little dance around the table with his stick in victory befoer he bumped into another body. Nice. Red on black eyes slowly darted around before hetried the innocent act, that he really should know by now, never works.
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| Holy shit im not dead after all. (Open) |
14 07 2005 ● 03:38pm |
There was a dull thud from the simulated wooden wall as Cal's fist hit it, bone claws cutting in. With a curse, he yanked back hard, freeing them enough to retract them, just in time to duck the punch coming from -- Black Tom?!
It was a Danger Room simulation, of course, one part of the house recreated in the training room, with Cal against a variety of others, also computer-created rather than their real selves. Tom, Raven, Cyclops, even Bobby was there. And wonder of wonders, all on the same side -- against Cal.
The Bobby!Clone shot a stream of ice at him, but he flicked open a lighter and shot back a stream of fire at the same time, forcing it back and creating water on the floor and steam in the air before diving to the side to evade a blast of red energy. A lamp was grabbed, charged, and throw to explode against the not-Cyclops, and he turned around, only to be faced with...Rachel?
Part of his mind screamed at him that it was only the Mystique creation, but the half-second of hesitation was enough for her to land a mean kick across his jaw and send him flying backwards, about to hit the wall before a second optic blast sent him straight through it and into another faux-room. He opened his mouth, screaming hard at Bobby as the other came for him, the sonic vibrations enough that it grabbed its head and fell to the ground, twitching before disappearing, "dead". A hand went to his hurting side as he moved again, throwing a charged piece-of-something at the Tom-creation.
What better place to work out your aggressions than the Danger Room, right?
(Open)
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11 07 2005 ● 04:36am |
What: Kevin and Rachel, to be finished ala threadage. ♥
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| July day 3, afternoon, Open |
08 07 2005 ● 04:36pm |
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She'd been outside for what? Two months now? That was getting beyond boring. It was also hot, and Rahne craved air conditioning. So she'd quietly gathered her things while Terry napped, or, whatever, and pretty much ran for the front door of the mansion. Once inside she sighed, and then ran up to the room she shared with Betsy, tossing her things on her bed, and then going back out into the hall way, and down the stairs. She never thought she'd miss being between walls so much, and might have been whistling a slightly upbeat tune as she walked down the corridor, until, that is, she saw someone roaming around at the end of the hallway. Yay, people! Mayhaps they would entertain her, "Hey!" Person.
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| The gym-For Emma |
06 07 2005 ● 08:14pm |
Only ten more minutes.
That's what Jean was telling herself as she jogged away at a steady pace on the treadmil. Her earphones from her mini-ipod on, she moved to sounds of some up beat music, making herself keep going. She'd already been at for 40 minutes. Just ten more and she'd have that ice cream she ate for breakfast this morning worked off her hips. She tked her water bottle over, taking a sip and setting it back down in the cup holder.
She was lost in her own thoughts and with her music, she didn't hear or sense any approach. If she had, she probably would have found another place to finish her last ten minutes. No way would she purposly let the younger, attractive blonde see her like this. But it seemed, fate, wanted it otherwise.
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| Day 2, Living Room. Open. |
06 07 2005 ● 12:43am |
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Well, damn.
Kevin traced the jagged edges of the broken glass with a gloved finger. He had rushed into the living room with a bag of freshly microwaved popcorn, not wanting to miss a minute of Clerks on Comedy Central. And now there was a big fat hole in the middle of the beautiful television. Who the hell had done that to the television, and why? Turning, he surveyed the room, as though the perpetrator might still be lurking in a corner somewhere. His eyes fell upon a figure that had just stepped in from the hall.
(( Open. Julie, if the TV has in fact been replaced since Alex broke it, let me know and I'll delete this post. ))
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| BACKDATED: Saturday, May Day 6, night |
04 07 2005 ● 08:52pm |
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(( ooc: set after this 'cause Lance and I can't help ourselves. Technically closed, but... Rahne's practically a memeber of the family by now. =) ))
Terry spilled out of the car and on to the ground, holding her sides from laughter. "Ahhahahahahaa!," she blurted out, far too loud then quickly clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh, lord, sweet Jesus," she gasped, trying to whisper as to keep a bit more of a stealthy atmosphere, but the best plans of mice and men... and drunken irish schoolgirls...
The night had been great and reminded her of all those years past that were just her and Tom, living off the cuff and Tom spoiling her rotten. Before he put her away at St. Elizabeth's, when they were both free. Good times, like tonight. Feeling a bit wonderfully numb and swimmy, she put a hand against the big black Hummer they'd taken out that night and looked at it with some awe. "This... this is a bloody beast..."
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| Living Room-Open |
01 07 2005 ● 09:18pm |
Alex had finally had it with the "NO ALCOHOL" rule, knowing that you clearly couldn't watch a football game, even a re-run of one on 'ESPC CLASSIC', without the essentials. Chips, dip, salsa, wings and beer. Yes, Alex had enough food to feed a party of people, and no, he probably wouldn't eat it all himself, but...he could save some. For when football season got under way this year, which was only a few weeks away. At least unilt pre-seaon games started.
With all his goodies, and donning his GreenBay sweatshirt, Alex plopped down the couch, flipping the tv on, already to watch a game that he'd seen several times already, but it never seemed to get old. But for some reason...the tv didn't seem to be working.
"What?" He said outloud, flipping it off and on again only get a black screen. He checked all the wires, which seemed to be conected. He check the satilite signal, which seemed to be fine. He checked everything he could think of and still...nothing.
"Alright, who broke the tv?" He asked outloud, as though someone was around to hear him. "Piece of crap," he swore and threw a couple pillows at the tv, hoping that somehow, that might fix it. But, no such luck. Maybe it just need a good kick...or plasma blast.
He hadn't meant to do it so hard, or so forceful...But Alex had charged up a little too much in his frustration and sent a gaint blast into the tv, shattering the glass and putting a bit hole right in the middle. "Shit." He swore again, and quickly made an attempted to hide it before anyone saw it, and him, at the scene of the crime....
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| Saturday, June day 10 - Evening - roof top - OPEN :D |
29 06 2005 ● 03:19pm |
Elisabeth had spent a lot of time mulling over the conversation she had with Raven - picking it apart, not that she was looking for something, she was just that way. Always analyzing. She was still looking forward to maybe training with Kwannon, and had "talked" to her many times about it. During, or after, (who really knows?) one of their nightly conversations, Betts thought she'd take a little trip to the roof top. After all, it was gorgeous outside, not too hot, not too cold, a slight breeze rustling the leaves in the trees.
She changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, pushing her window open, catching and carrying herself as she slid out (not at all sneaking...), and up to the roof. Then, she smiled, baretoes wiggling as she landed softly, padding over to somewhere that was suitably for sitting. Leaning back, Betsy let out a quiet yawn, then hearing another set of footsteps on the roof. Turning her head slightly, she looked up, now absolutely sure there was no such thing as alone on this property, "Good evening..."
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| Narrative-[A Card for the Professor] |
18 06 2005 ● 11:22pm |
While Jean was one of the lucky few whose parents were actually supportive of her mutation, sort of anyway, and though she had spent most of her child hood with them, even after her powers had manafested, it had always been the Mansion that she felt was her true home. And though she was fairly close to her birth parents, especially her father, she still had a very special place in her heart for the Professor.
He'd been the one to pull her out of her telepathic coma at the age of eight when her best friend had died in her arms and her telepathy had give way to a plethora of voices that she couldn't understand or control. He'd been the only one who could save her. And from that time on, he'd been training her, showing her how to use her power, how to control it. And he'd invited her to be a part of his school for children like her, who had special gifts so that she wouldn't have to feel afraid or alone.
He'd seen her through many triumphs and main failures. Through lots of heartbreak, and mental anguish when her power began to grow at rapid pace that she couldn't control. He'd been her friend, her mentor, her inspiration. And in many ways...a father.
So, Jean knew that on Father's Day, she had not only her real father to think of, but also the man who was very much a father to her as well. In some ways, more so than her real one.
Jean had snuck into the Professor's office early and left the card and the small gift she'd gotten for him on his desk. It was nothing big, just something to say, "Thank you. For everything."
( What Jean Wrote )
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| Sunday-June Day 4-Morning |
10 06 2005 ● 11:21am |
After her "chat" with Mystique, Jean had been thinking a lot more about what she'd said and what was on that disk that she'd given her. Call it her disbelief, the doubt she wanted to have that this was made up, that Mystique had somehow given them this to just try and make them act before they knew all the facts. But as she sat on the back porch, her lap top in her lap, going over the disk again, she knew it was true.
That the federal governement, who Charles had worked so hard to make contacts with, to keep peace with, so that nothing like this happened...had turned against them. Was infact, trying to find a way to destory them. She was scared that perhaps this was too much. That they wouldn't be able to stop it this time, and that everything...everyone she loved would be killed. The children, who had so much faith in the X-Men to keep them safe. Ororo, Kurt, Warren, Remy, Dani, Hank, all her friends who she deeply cared about. The Professor, who was practically a father to her. Scott, who she loved with all her heart and soul. And Logan who...she wasn't sure about. But, she did care deeply for him too.
Looking up from the open file on the screen in front of her, she watched several of the kids as they ran around the back yard, enjoying their summer freedom from classes and the pleasant weather. Just...being kids. Which made her smile, to know that they were giving these kids a chance to do that, to just be like normal kids. It warmed her heart. But when she thought about the information she had, it unconsciously brought soft tears running down her cheeks.
The thought of losing these kids, who she thought of as her own, losing everything they'd fought so hard for...
She was deep in thought and hadn't heard the footsteps that approached or felt the shift in weight on the swing as someone sat down next to her...
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07 06 2005 ● 05:46pm |
After talking to Kat, I had to do it. I couldn't help myself.
Who: Jubilee and Magneto
Where: The kitchen
When: Saturday, June Day 3
Why: Because I like writing. Whee.
( So...when you're not like destroying stuff, is this what you do? )
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